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| Saturday, July 11th, 2009 | |
phdcomic
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1:48a |
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nwhyte
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8:57a |
The Torchwood debate
I cannot recall any tv show that I have watched generating as much polarisation as this week's Torchwood. (Of course, I am slow at these things, and watched the later Buffy and mid-period West Wing only a couple of years after first broadcast.) To generalise brutally, my impression is that a majority of the fanfic side of fandom was appalled, while the more literary sf side was generally fascinated, with plenty of exceptions on both sides. To summarise reaction from my f-list (a number of these posts are locked, so you'll have to take my word for it): ( links )( What I thought )( Is that the end? ) |
heraclitus
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1:15a |
The Glass Heart By Jack Liberty [2nd Draft] To know of the heart to crave the heart. This is the curse on our unhappy fraternity. It is strange that such a symbol of purity and release should have given rise to such a terrible history of murder, theft and betrayal.
Consult any history of the heart, a few folios published by obscure vanity presses and collected only by private collectors for their own inscrutable purposes, and you will find the same tale:
In the previous age of the world, the Buddha-to-be Avolokiteshvara had finally reached the end of his time as an incarnate being, even as a Boddhisattva in the Pure Land. He stood at the gate by which he could pass into "release without residue". But the gate was narrow, and when he tried to squeeze through, he would not fit. First, he took off his clothes, but even naked and sandal-less, he could not get through. Next he took off his arms and legs but even so the gate was too small. He shed his loins, his abdomen, his torso and his head, and each time, he found that the gate too narrow to let him pass. Finally, only his aura of grace, concentrated in his pure and compassion-filled heart, was left. It was filled with the accumulated good karma of his many lifetimes of saintliness. Its bulging virtue would not allow Avolokiteshvara to pass through the gate into release. Even this too must be discarded by the Buddha-to-be.
As his heart tumbled to the ground amidst all the rest of Avolokiteshvara, he stepped through the gate into release, where all time is an opalline lotus of instants, and attained nirvana. The heart vitrified as it was abandoned, turning into a flawless glass heart that lay ignored until long after, when a peasant found it amongst Avolokiteshvara's bones and other relics scattered in the grass.
This is the pre-history of the heart, of its time in the world before. Its first appearance in a modern sense, its emergence into history, is after the first Opium War in 1840, when a Sir John Heston serving on the H.M.S. Furious, a British frigate stationed out of Hong Kong, claims to have found it on a Chinese pirate hulk, its crew having murdered one another while at sea. Sir John's diary, preserved in a private collection, is the earliest record we have of the heart's curse. He records that upon first seeing the Glass Heart clutched in the fist of a Chinese corpse he was seized with an urge to possess it, an urge so strong that the poor British lieutenant hacked off the hand with his sabre and stuck the bloody appendage still clutching its prize into a pocket for later examination. His fellow crew, occupied with treasures of a more base nature, failed to notice his vicious desecration of the corpse. He reboarded his ship with them, keeping the existence of his prize a secret as his fellow crew boasted of the gold and silk they had recovered.
The remainder of his diary until his murder in 1841 is most curious. At first a record of his love for the heart, within a few days, less than a week, he grows to loathe it. He cannot bear to look at it. He cannot stand to touch it. The mere thought of it almost seems to cause him pain as he writes of it. But, he also cannot bear to be apart from it. The record of his thoughts on day 10, when he attempts to leave it in his sea chest as he performs his duties, is nearly unreadable, scrawled as if he was torn between terror and jealousy. On days 61-62, when he misplaces it, his diary is filled with paranoid rambling, lists of possible locations with each ticked off as he searches them, excessively complete lists of possible thieves amongst the crew and their motivations for theft, of crew members he come in contact with may have seen it and desired it just as he does. Most interesting are a series of marginal notes that mention his relief at being rid of the heart, at having freed himself, even if only accidentally. By day 63 he has found it and the journal returns to the swings between hatred and desire for the heart.
Alas, Sir John failed to keep the heart a secret. His gardener murdered him in 1841 and vanished with the heart. Authorities never found him, nor Sir John's diary (You may guess the circumstances of how I read it yourself).
This first story sets the pattern for all the other stories of the owners of the heart. Each time, the previous owner is murdered (in one aberrant case the former owner survived but was imprisoned as a lunatic), the murderer flees with the heart, taking or leaving behind a copious body of personal writing indicating the former owner's alternating emotions of aversion and desire.
It is these unhappy seeds that have sown future sorrow. To read these writings, diaries, rambling notes in the margins of other books, in one case a piece of graffiti sprayed onto an alley wall, is to be struck with the desire to possess the heart oneself. Even knowing, as one quickly discovers through even cursory research, that possession inevitably brings despair, the urge cannot be overcome. You must have it. Perhaps you fantasise that you will be the first, the only owner to overcome its curse. You will appreciate it as these others, these fools, could not. Your love will redeem it. And of course, one discovers that this is a lie. A self-serving delusion. You come to hate it, just as all the others have. Your love is no more redeeming, no more pure, than theirs.
I am, as you may already have guessed, the current possessor of the heart. I remember the long hours of research, the search to discover the identity of its then owner, the hunt to track him down. He knew, just as I did, that others were searching for him, and he had taken precautions. I remember training myself with a discipline and seriousness I now find impossible to pick locks, fire a pistol, to creep silently, to infiltrate and kill. I remember dispatching his guards, one by one (he had three, all victims of the heart, though not as my quarry and I were). Only three, I remember thinking with relief. My own heart had no room left for compassion in it, only the terrible need to have. No one, not even I in the years I spent discovering the heart's history, have ever counted the deaths this need has caused.
I did not surprise him. How could I? To own the heart is also to possess the knowledge that it will one day be taken from you by another. He sat with dreadful calm as I advanced on him. He would not reveal its location, even when I threatened him with my pistol. I shot him mechanically before searching for it. He surely hadn't hidden it far from himself, and even that separation must have drawn on all his reserves of will. His face in death had a calm expression, relieved. Mine was a monster's mask, frantic and contorted in a mirror on the wall. I found it, of course. I cannot describe what I felt then. It remains the most powerful emotion I have ever felt. I fled so that I would not be discovered and, more importantly, the glass heart taken from me.
In time, I too came to hate the heart. The remorse for the murders left me despondent. The intensity of that remorse is the particular effect of the curse on me. Even my guilt must be understood through the lens of the heart. I did not redeem the heart. I damned myself. And yet, I cannot bear to be separated from it. It remains the token of my doom, of my insatiable craving.
I have come up with a plan to free myself. Not to give up the heart. I cannot. I want to die with the heart. To be united in death and yet be beyond any emotion. I will throw myself from a high cliff into the ocean, the heart clutched in my hands. I will take this essay and all the other writings I have collected with me. I will not record where, which cliff, which ocean. I will hide all traces of my existence, my journey, my destination. No one will find me. The heart and I will go. I must do this. I must.End. |
runners
[ aroset ]
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2:38p |
Exercise as a mood modifier
I've learned recently that instead of using food as a mood enhancer or modifier as I have so often done I'm slowly switching to exercise- in particular running- to clear my head and get myself feeling better. Does anyone else have this use of exercise? Have you replaced other habits with exercise? Thought just struck me and wanted to know what others thought! Xposted |
james_nicoll
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12:09a |
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toronto
[ daisylo ]
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12:00a |
3 people need ride to Southampton 25 July
Hello all, Thanks so much for the advice about Southampton. The 3 of us were wondering if any nice person out here in Toronto would give us a lift to Southampton on 25 July for our dear friend's wedding. We will provide compensation, name a price. The wedding starts at 6pm, so it'll be great if we could reach there at 4pm. We hear it's a 2 hour drive from Toronto, so if anyone wanna make some quick cash, leave me your email and I'll email u back asap. Thanks for reading! |
| Friday, July 10th, 2009 |
james_nicoll
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11:58p |
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rfmcdpei
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11:58p |
[BLOG-LIKE POSTING] On blogging's supposed impending doom
Lately, I've read and heard a lot of people talking about how Livejournal is dying. I'll be shallow and confess that I haven't noticed anything of the kind--look, I still have friends posting!--but if we're talking about one platform fading away for another, I can see that. Nothing's immortal: Remember Friendster? I never bothered. In Thursday's Financial Times, I came across an interesting article by the paper's FT Digital Business editor, Peter Whitehead, questioning whether blogging was not a major phenomenon but just a brief burst of energy, based on some recent statistics suggesting a lull in the blogosphere. [S]urely the activity of these blogs--let alone their present inactivity--has never been of any real consequence.
Apart from a very small percentage which are informative, original or entertaining, they have little or no value. They are vanity publishing, only made feasible by the removal of costs.
The fact that their creators appear to be giving up on them is hardly surprising, given the amount of time they take to write, to discover and to read. Only a tiny proportion of any working population has this time to spare.
Worthwhile blogs--and there are many of them around--tend, according to my own anecdotal evidence, to be linked to well-known organisations able to provide time and resources, or they have become professional concerns in their own right.
They are also now far more easily discovered, thanks to websites such as Twitter, which enable filtering and highlighting of links to relevant content, according to users’ set criteria. Whitehead was responding to an article in The Guardian, Charles Arthur's "The long tail of blogging is dying", in which he described how fewer real blogs were linking to The Guardian's website. [R]ecently--over the past six months--I've noticed a new trend: fewer blogs with links, and fewer with any contextual comment. (I'm defining a blog here as an individual site, whether on Blogger or Wordpress or an individual domain, with regular entries.) Some weeks, apart from the splogs, there would be hardly anything. I didn't think we'd suddenly become dull. Nor was it for want of searching: mining for blog comments, I use Icerocket.com. Technorati.com and Google's Blogsearch.
Where is everybody? Anecdotally and experimentally, they've all gone to Facebook, and especially Twitter. At least with Twitter, one can search for comments via backtweets.com--though it's still quite rare for people to make a comment on a piece in a tweet; more usually it's a "retweet", echoing the headline. The New York Times also noticed this trend, with a piece on 9 June about "Blogs Falling In An Empty Forest", which pointed to Technorati's 2008 survey of the state of the blogosphere, which found that only 7.4m out of the 133m blogs it tracks had been updated in the past 120 days. As the New York Times put it, "that translates to 95% of blogs being essentially abandoned".
I see it: NetNewsWire, my RSS feed reader, has nearly 500 feeds. When one of them hasn't been updated for 60 days, it turns brown, like a plant dying for lack of water. More and more of the feeds I follow are turning brown. Why? Because blogging isn't easy. More precisely, other things are easier--and it's to easier things that people are turning. </i> I can buy the idea that the era of hysterical speculation that the blogosphere can destroy journalism--well, at least in their current forms--is ridiculous. I can certainly accept the idea that maintaining a blog takes up a lot of energy and effort that most people wouldn't expend. I do see that a winnowing of the blogosphere is going on, perhaps most bloggers going on to investigate other methods and technologies while others keep trying to work at and improve the traditional format. One thing that I didn't see either Whitehead or Arthur raise was the possibility that blogging is evolving, merging with other media technologies and spreading its basic techniques to other networks. What else is a Twitter or a Facebook update but a short blog entry letting readers know what they think about a certain thing or what they're doing right now? I know for certain that Facebook also provides utilities which allow everything from the storage and preservation of photos and video to the wave of very annoying game/meme posts which so dominated Livejournal during my first three years here. And sometimes the blogosphere can be brought into this directly: A Bit More Detail exists at http://rfmcdpei.livejournal.com, yes, but not only can it also be read by other people without going to my site--through their Livejournal friends pages or through RSS readers--but it can be read by my Facebook friends thanks to a useful utility that imports my posts to that forum, links and photos and all. (Facebook also notifies people when I upload new photos to my Flickr account, too; good, good Facebook.) Facebook is just a really, really big version of Livejournal that can incorporate Livejournal (and Blogger, and Wordpress, and et cetera) alongside its existing blog features. What is happening to blogging? With something like a quarter-billion reasonably active Facebook users, it's just changing; the old metrics need to be updated, and/or new ones installed, that's all. Nothing to see here. |
james_nicoll
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11:43p |
Sad
When did Die Hard start looking like Sledge Hammer? |
eveglass
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10:10p |
End of a long day, waiting for another
In the end, worked an hour and a half of overtime today getting the first third of the file ready. All the heavy lifting is done, but I expect to need at least 3 hours tomorrow to finish it up. This will be the first time since I started working at this company that I need to come in on a Saturday, which I suppose is good in that it's been 14 months without Saturday work, but sucks in that there is Saturday work this weekend. Marc's not home. There's a rather large (15-20 acre) fire in the southern part of the Miles City district (in which he serves the south-east part), so he may be there. Or he just might not be home yet. You never know. Went to get my money back from the STM for the muck-up with trying to put money on my Opus card through their machine. I have the proof from the bank and everything that the transaction went through. The STM's response: "It wasn't our problem; it was a problem with Interac. All the banks except Scotia and Bank of Montreal have already refunded the money. Scotia is still delaying and will probably do it next week." So... sucks to be me, with an account at Scotia. Grumble, grumble. Went home, took a shower, tried several times to call Marc (in vain), and now will be going to bed. On the upside, breakfast with Freya and Ernst was lovely. They're both off at GNE now, and more power to 'em. On the agenda tomorrow: work in the morning, maybe a long call to California in the early afternoon (if I come home for it), tea with a friend at 4, party in the evening starting around 7. Whew! Better get some sleep! |
toronto
[ tv_viewer ]
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9:21p |
Does anyone know where I can find Paul Mitchell products in Toronto? Preferably in the Annex or Yorkville area. I already tried the Eaton Centre Trade Secrets. I'm specifically looking for this:  Thanks in advance. |
james_nicoll
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5:45p |
CBC asks for help
Who was the little girl in this interview?"Would you like to go to the moon?" CBC reporter Walt Lacosta asks a young girl in this charming 1969 interview.
"Yes," she responds without hesitation.
When questioned if she thinks she'll ever make it there, the young girl smiles and responds with a simple "no."
"Why not?" Lacosta asks.
"Because I'm not a boy," she says says shyly but definitively.Nicked from dewline |
runners
[ couch_to_triath ]
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11:23p |
gadget-a-holic
I love me some gadgets and have seen several posts all over the place about Garmins. I checked them out and see they come in a varity of shapes, sizes and price tags. What Garmin do you have, and when in your running did you decide to get one? I am also going to be biking, so should I get one for the bike too? Any input would be appreciated. Thanks! |
nwhyte
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10:03p |
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runners
[ porktruck ]
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4:58p |
Plenty of track on TV too
In addition to the ultra stuff going on we also have plenty of opportunities to see track and field. Ok, technically some of it is triathlon, but that is listed in the forum's interests...so sue me. All times eastern and all on Universal Sports....GO UNIVERSAL SPORTS!!! Oh, and I am out of here for the weekend so everybody have a good one. Friday Jul 10, 20094:00 PM Track and Field "IAAF Golden League: Golden Gala" Sports event, Track/field (Jul 10, 2009) From Rome. 6:00 PM Triathlon "Ironman New Zealand" Sports event, Triathlon (Mar 7, 2009) From Taupo, New Zealand. 9:00 PM Track and Field "IAAF Golden League: Golden Gala" Sports event, Track/field (Jul 10, 2009) From Rome. 12:00 AM Triathlon "Ironman World Championship" Sports event, Triathlon (Dec 13, 2008) From Kailua-Kona, Hawaii. Saturday Jul 11, 20091:00 AM Track and Field "IAAF Golden League: Golden Gala" Sports event, Track/field (Jul 10, 2009) From Rome. 6:00 AM Track and Field "U.S. Outdoor Championships" Sports event, Track/field (Jun 27, 2009) From Eugene, Ore. 1:00 PM Track and Field "IAAF Golden League: Golden Gala" Sports event, Track/field (Jul 10, 2009) From Rome. 11:00 PM Track and Field "IAAF Super Grand Prix" Sports event, Track/field (Jul 7, 2009) From Lausanne, Switzerland. Sunday Jul 12, 20096:00 AM Track and Field "IAAF Super Grand Prix" Sports event, Track/field (Jul 7, 2009) From Lausanne, Switzerland. 12:00 PM Triathlon "Women's World Championship" Sports event, Triathlon (Jun 25, 2009) From Washington, D.C. 1:30 PM Triathlon "Men's World Championship" Sports event, Triathlon (Jun 25, 2009) From Washington, D.C. 5:00 PM Triathlon "Ironman World Championship" Sports event, Triathlon (Dec 13, 2008) From Kailua-Kona, Hawaii. 7:00 PM 11:00 PM Track and Field "IAAF Golden League: Golden Gala" Sports event, Track/field (Jul 10, 2009) From Rome. |
toronto
[ true_nexus ]
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4:21p |
WTF / Looking For - Designer Jeans (not Genes)
I'm looking for nice designer jeans. Something that will make me look more decent than I currently look in my baggy, not well fitting, Levis. Don't get me wrong, I like Levis but they just don't fit me the same way some designer style jeans will fit me - hugging my supple yet well rounded and firm buttockular area. ;-) Anyway, any suggestions for jean shopping in the $100-$125 range? (cheaper is good too :) ) Let the snarky comments begin.. Thanks, nex |
toronto
[ burnthewood ]
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4:14p |
Reef Sandals (Mick Fanning Model)
Considering the summer weather is finally upon us, and my boyfriend's birthday over the horizon, I was hoping the great people of this community could help me locate an item... Specifically, the Mick Fanning Reef sandals (the ones with the bottle opener on the underside.) They are pretty awesome, and I think they would make a great gift. However, I have no clue which stores in the GTA carry the Reef brand. I'll call them ahead of time to double check to see if they have that specific model of course, but any advice would be great!   TIA! |
runners
[ benlbr ]
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4:02p |
Body Reconstruction
Body Reconstruction
A Fitness Experiment
***Recovery Update***
Progress Report: Week 4
Being a sufferer of Asian-Alpha-Male syndrome, I refuse to see doctors. Why pay some guy $200 to tell me to go home, rest, and take some tylenol? In any case, the worst case scenario was that I had caused tibial stress fractures to both my legs, and the prescription would be rest, and to resume active recovery when the pain subsided.
Well, the pain lasted about 10 days. On my first day back on the road, I could barely finish a mile...not from pain, but from being winded. This was a little bit confusing because I was never aware that there was a connection between a leg injury and cardiovascular fitness. Nevertheless, I wasn't going to let two weeks of rest "reboot" my base back to 1 mile after all my hard work these past few months! Through hell or high water, I was going continue my runs, even if that meant walking/running at a 15 minute pace!
( So what happened? )
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(*xposted unabridged version on my LJ*)
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toronto
[ certifiedsinner ]
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3:56p |
George Foreman Grill
My George Foreman Grill was dropped on the ground so the cover has been smashed :( Does anyone know where I can get a new one downtown? Thanks |
toronto
[ gsyh ]
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3:08p |
Avocado Ice Cream Search + Pastry Rec & Request
Once upon a time, there was a little Italian sweets shop in my neighbourhood that sells pastries and ice cream, scrumptious scrumptious avocado ice cream. I've searched through many ice cream and Italian sweet shops in the ten years after it has closed (and the store space is still vacant, alas), but I've never managed to find one that sells avocado ice cream, which is the best thing in the world. I love the avocado shake that the Vietnamese Pho shop at Jane & Wilson have, but it just ain't the same, I want avocado ice cream! I tried to DIY but I just ended up making avocado popsicles, *sigh*. ...and, for those of you who live around the Don Mills station neighbourhood, totally try the pastry shop at Peanut Plaza, Allan's Pastry, it's usually open Monday to Sat, 10am to 6pm OR 8pm depending on the day. I think the patties (beef, goat (the best!), chicken, veggie0 are like, 1.08 or 1.15, I forget, it used to be $1, but alas, inflation (do you remember when ice cream trucks used to be $1 for small?), and I also love the Spinach Cheese pie, which I THINK is 1.25 or 1.28. The sweets berry sauce pastries are a little too sweet for my E Asian taste, but I like them because of the layers anyways, and I get them when the much better banana (platain something) tart runs out. You can the pastries in a frozen box of about a dozen I think, for a little over ten bucks...and cheaper if you are willing to buy the irregular ones. Here are some pictures of the what the pastries look like, I went in for a few at the end of the day and he gave me a box!!!: ( 3 large images )...this is around the Don Mills station neighbourhood. Isd there anything like that on or around the St.George campus? I love pastries! ...and my wallet. Current Music: The Beatles - "With A Little Help From My Friends" |
rfmcdpei
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3:33p |
[URBAN NOTE] On East Chinatown
Over at Spacing Toronto, I've come across a post ( "The Melancholy of East Chinatown"), by OCAD students Kevin Liu, Jennifer Yim and Houtina Chim, describing the numerous existential problems facing one of Toronto's Chinatowns, arguably one of the least prominent now, East Chinatown located at the intersection of Broadview Avenue and Gerrard Street, on the east side of the Don River. They are not positive about the area's future. Any true Chinatown is an experience for all senses. You smell a concoction of everything from live fish, cardboard boxes full of bok choy, to whiffs of barbecue-sauced pork. You hear the grocery store workers boast of discounts in thick rural Chinese accents, and you see an array of amateur signage in a jumbled assortment of colours and languages. We walk through the intersection of Broadview and Gerrard often, passing by without a second glance. Chinatown is Chinatown, we think to ourselves. But take a closer look into East Chinatown, and you’ll realize that although signs may be up, the interiors are largely empty—reminiscent of what was once a much livelier neighbourhood.
You’ll begin to notice the shops that are left. These mostly tend to be grocery stores and Vietnamese restaurants. The ones that aren’t Vietnamese have remained relatively unchanged for over a decade.
The tale of East Chinatown is one of decline that accelerated ten years ago during Toronto’s bid for the 2008 summer Olympic games. Proposals to build the Olympic village near East Chinatown raised its surrounding property values. But as we all know, in 2001, Toronto lost that bid to Beijing; and in turn, down went the property values until the development of the film studios by the southern Portlands. As land value rose again, the Chinese living in the community took the opportunity to sell their houses for more than double what they originally bought them for and with the returns moved up north amongst the new generation of established Hong Kong immigrants.
Today, you don’t have to go to a Chinatown to get kai lan (Chinese broccoli) or Hoisin sauce. They can be found in T&T Supermarkets or smaller chains of Chinese grocers all across the city. Even some Western grocery stores may stock a good amount of specialized Asian food ingredients.
While the demographic of the surrounding area has changed, the stores largely have not. The newer Chinese generation, the few that are left in the area, are more attracted to the clean and friendly T&T Supermarket on Cherry Street. Many of the new residents that have since moved in have no interest in pirated Hong Kong television dramas, or phone cards, or kai lan. They’re also given an array of food options outside the immediate area that are in direct competition with East Chinatown. They can eat on the Danforth. They can dine, drink espressos and visit galleries on the gentrifying Queen Street East. Or they can drop by the renovated stores at Gerrard Square. For many who walk through East Chinatown, it’s not their intended destination, but the in-between transition zone to a destination. The discussion in the post's comments are enlightening, pretty much everyone agreeing with the assessment of Chinatown, many arguing that locals just aren't interested in the neighbourhood, many saying that the area needs drastic investment in its appearances and in its sidewalks (among other things) to attract people. A Google search surprisingly few high-quality hits, just links to restaurant reviews and articles describing Toronto's various Chinatowns of which this is only one. My own experience of East Chinatown is vaguely positive, some place near where friends used to live, some place with nice restaurants despite shabby exteriors, but that's really it. The area could certainly use some investment, but it definitely needs some kind of web presence if it doesn't want posts like this one and Spacing's to be all that's out there on the Internet. |
rfmcdpei
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3:20p |
[CAT] Cat stationed on Bloor
For years, I've seen this cat sitting with a relaxed air in front of an apartment door, where a taped sign lets passersby know that this is, in fact, a tame cat who likes to sit here on Bloor in Koreatown all day and to please not disturb him. That last part's easy; he acts as if he owns the neighbourhood. |
toronto
[ da_goalie ]
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2:59p |
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runners
[ futurebird ]
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2:29p |
Garmin is making me silly.
I knew this would happen I ran 8 miles today, but look how it turned out:  I no longer feel the need to follow any set path since the Garmin tracks my distance. So why bother to plan a route? I just run... wherever... Now I want to draw pictures with my run, but the street grid is getting in the way... any ideas? What should I draw that could work with this geometry? I'm like a very slow human etch-a-sketch. |
henchminion
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2:11p |
RIP Virginia Brown
Professor Brown, Paleographer Extraordinaire, passed away over the weekend. There are details here. Whenever I come across a difficult document, I hear a voice with a strong southern accent saying "You must develop the oculus!" In memory of Professor Brown, some Precious Beneventan.  |
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