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Done

Yes. We’re done.

Tobin has finished school for the year and he’s off to spend the summer at ‘home’ in Cobourg. And we’re done here he and I with the little apartment we’ve been sharing for ten months. It’s a basement apartment in a lovely home on a treelined street in the East End of Toronto. Small, and not really suitable for two people, it was easily the best we could find back in September when we took it.

We survived. And with no TV. Can you imagine?

Tobin’s been enrolled in a TO art high school. As things turned out, English was maybe his best mark. Suddenly, this year, he became, at the age of 17, a reader.

And so when he heads home tomorrow night he’ll not only be taking home some of the art work that survived the school season (he tends to tear up and destroy a LOT of it, which, needless to say, breaks my heart, most of it to my untrained eye quite good) he’ll be taking home a reading habit and some books. My kids continue to surprise me.

As for me, I’ll be moving on and moving in with the Lovely Brainiac. We haven’t quite figured out exactly how I shall refer to her here on the blogs. Not that she’s shy. It’s just that she holds sway in the public eye sometimes and well… my writing can often be somewhat…fill in the blanks.

We’ve decided to take the plunge and move in together. (As will Tobin when he returns to TO in the fall for his final year.) Which is all good as the kids like to say. Awesome!

But there is some bad news that comes along with this. It looks like I will have to take a position. A job.

This is probably the single most depressing thing that has happened to me since Lynette and I split up last summer. If I could I would remain a freelancer doing what I do, but there is simply less and less of what I do around. I’m not alone. In fact there are more and more people doing less and less of that which it is that I do, so you do the math.

Even the idea of a job kills me. It’s not the work. I like work and am inclined to do work and I have been told that I am really quite good at it. It’s the people that you are forced to work with that gets me. The fucking idiots.

Now, there are fucking idiots everywhere, fucking idiots are not to be avoided, cannot be avoided. They’re on the streets, in bars, on the beach, in the cafes. But mostly they are in jobs. In fact, there are probably more fucking idiots employed than there are fucking idiots out of work or freelancing or running their own businesses.

Not only are there a high percentage of fucking idiots in jobs there are are a huge number of assholes. Yes, assholes can often be found running their own businesses. In fact, I could see being an asshole as asset in running a business. But the worst creatures to be found in jobs, worse than the assholes, are the duplicitous cunts. When they smile you just want to smash them in their janus face.

And so what does that make me? When I am in a job.

All of them. It’s not to be helped. It’s implied in the job description.

Oh well. So here I sit avoiding writing a resume, avoiding writing a cover letter, avoiding the inevitable. If I had a gun I would shoot myself in the head.

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NewsFromtheMiddleChild

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There is one week left in his holiday in Norn Iron. He has been given a choice. He can spend a few days in Dublin (not OHIO). Or he can spend a few days travelling to the North West portion of the province visiting the Giant’s Causeway and the Bushmills Distillery and then into Donegal for a weekend at a cousin’s house near Portnoo.

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Cars Rule!

An extremely bizarre article in the National Post about cycling to work. The author claims people do not cycle to work because it is unsafe and that the solution is dedicated bike lanes/paths/roadways. I’d suggest people do not cycle to work for a whole whack of reasons - safety being one, but hardly the main reason.

aside: (Most bizarre is the author’s plan for bike expressways, replete with heated coils underground which would melt snow and ice in the winter and bridges that would allow cyclists to sail over busy Toronto intersections. wOOt!)

yet another: (I sometimes wonder if it’s a backroom policy at media outlets to print/air/ ‘whack’ stories that run contrary to corporatism in order to entirely discredit an idea or movement. I’m never sure if I’m having my leg pulled or not.)

I’m sure there are a number of reasons people do not ride bikes to work. There are probably a number of reasons why people do not drive cars to work, and a number of reasons why people do not take public transit to work. But I’d have to think with cycling - if it’s within a person’s capacity, capability, or is even a fleeting wistful desire in the first place - safety is down the list. Put in dedicated bike paths and you still have a whack of easy optouts and excuses.

Factors: Distance (time) and weather have to be the big two. Nothing worse than spending twelve hours working tired with wet feet or a sore ass. Vanity another (nothing worse than going into a presentation with helmet head unless it’s wet feet and a sore ass. But bad hair, wet feet, and a sore ass together? Have a nice day. And this idea about showers at work? Right. That and at-work daycare facilities.) Daylight. Or lack thereof rather. Hills. (Though TO is relatively flat leaving work from the core in the evening means riding uphill unless your commute is east west along the ancient lines of the lake). Having your bike stolen is certainly a ‘fear’. I ride a $20 bike. I’d never ride and lock an expensive bike anywhere in the city. I’ve had a good bike stolen (off my front porch actually) and it’s just flat out depressing. Cargo. If you carry anything more than a laptop bike riding becomes a problem (and a safety concern.) For muitl-taskers - those that might pick up groceries on the way home from work or head to the gym - the concomitant gear is, again, a problem. Car love is huge. People love their cars. More than their spouses and children and in some cases even more than their cats and dogs. And, yes, safety. People - cyclists, pedestrians, motorists - should feel unsafe on the roads because they are unsafe.

Toronto is first and foremost a Car City. That is not going to change anytime soon. As much as some people might want it to change, might like the place to be more like Amsterdam, it ain’t in the works. Getting to and from work and getting to and from shopping are the things TO folk love to do in their cars. It’s church, refuge, escape, and mobile phone booth. Driving in the city is a passion. Cycling is recreation and for that there are bike paths. Commuting to work on a bicycle is a non-starter for 99% of the gen pop. Might as well work on initiatives that ban work.

Still, I’m stunned and encouraged by the number of people who do cycle to work in Toronto.

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depute

Okay. Tomorrow (Thursday) I am going to the Ontario Municipal Board to ‘depute’ at a public meeting. First. Time. Ever.

My biggest problem will be remaining level-headed. Not allowing my inner rage and anger to take over and ruin it for everybody. I get five minutes. I’ll only need two, really.

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UPDATE: I got thrown out.

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Alec, the Middle Child, is in Norn Iron with his grandparents. Three week excursion. I couldn’t figure this one (pic above) out at first. I guess, there is some sort of Ferris Wheel beside City Hall. Anyway. More on this later.

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Toronto Bike Laws

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More and more I’ve been heading into heavy traffic. It’s not pretty. None of it. Me on the “Free Spirit”, or the the balls-out nature of urban cycling. Every moment aware it could be your last. A Toronto cyclist was killed last week. Car door opened sending the cyclist under the wheels of a delivery van. A 57 year old man. No charges were laid against the driver of the car.

Nevertheless, police on bikes are out patrolling in the East End. I saw a pair of these jokers on a stretch of road near the house. Giving a woman a do-over. Checking the mechanics of what appeared to be a brand new bike.

It turns out the law states you must have a helmet, and a bell. The fines are huge. In and around a hundred bucks.

Unrelated, Tobin brought home my helmet tonight. I asked for it as I am heading out on the highway tomorrow.

I’ve attempted to use my bike to get to work. Well, if you can call what I do work. Most of the riding i do is nothing more than twenty minutes. Sometimes through the downtown core.

But tomorrow I head to Mississauga. I think that is how it is spelled. 20 miles. I’ve bee to Mississauga before. Once.

The commute is all the way along the lake. Some road, some bike lane, and some highway. We’ll see how it goes as they say. See how the helmet sits.

I’ll be disinclined to wear the thing when i’m toodling around the neighbourhood, but for the big haul, i’m okay with it.

But a bell? I want an air horn loud as a truck or like a Cadillac. Do they have these? For bikes?

It appears they do.

In the meantime.

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