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The number of people on the Bloor subway line spikes dramatically after 7:30am. At that time, it is likely there will be some seats available out at the Runnymede stop. Twenty minutes later, completely packed trains leave people standing on the platform, waiting for the next one.
I suppose it is this morning crush that subsidizes all the hours when trains are near-empty. The distribution of people leaving work seems to be less concentrated, compared with the ubiquitous 9:00am start time.
I am currently in Toronto trying to find an apartment with these general characteristics:
These areas would be most appealing:
If you know of any such places, please pass word to me. I know most of the best places never even get advertised publicly when passing from one occupant to the next.
Now that I am focused on the move from Canada’s political capital to the economic and cultural capital, I suppose I should start following some key Toronto blogs.
Any suggestions?
A Toronto equivalent to Ottawa’s Apartment613 arts and culture blog would be especially useful.
Thanks to the generosity of a fellow photographer, I had access to a MacBook Pro for a few hours tonight and I was able to process and upload my photos from the Clay and Paper Theatre Company’s 2011 summer show: The Pedaler’s Wager.
The show was very colourfully and professionally put on, and I enjoyed it thoroughly. At the same time, I think it may have glossed over some of the hardships of pre-industrial life and some of the benefits of the current global economy. While there are certainly many critical problems with it, and much that needs to be done to make it sustainable, I do think it serves important human needs and that those who are most critical of it are often those who benefit from constant access to its nicest features. That includes things like modern medicine, communication technology, and transport. It seems a misrepresentation to say that the Industrial Revolution and its aftermath have transported the average person from a blissful pastoral state into a situation of agonizing bondage.
Of course, the purpose of art is not to carefully express both sides of every argument. By provoking us to think in new ways, art can give us a better overall sense of context and an appreciation for important facts that were previously concealed.
I dropped by Toronto and saw Rebecca’s play, which was thought provoking and well done. It is quite something to watch giant symbolic puppets fight to trombone accompaniment in the middle of Dufferin Grove Park.
Now, I have a 30 day ticket for unlimited Greyhound travel and a bus to Detroit to catch at 1:00am. With the unlimited ticket, I need to line up and get a new ticket at each city. That is a pain, but I think this will be a cheaper way to do Toronto to New Orleans to Washington to Ottawa to Toronto. I wish I had bought the unlimited ticket in Ottawa this morning. I would have saved myself $75.
The route to New Orleans runs through Detroit, Nashville, and Atlanta.
Will anyone be around downtown Toronto tonight between now and 1:00am?
With my Beaver Barracks apartment fully packed, I am leaving Ottawa tomorrow. In parting, I would like to thank all the people who made my four years in Ottawa such a worthwhile and pleasant experience. That includes everyone who I have worked with as well as my friends. I will miss caffeinated meetups, spring cycling along bike paths, and Tuesday night trivia.
I would especially like to thank Lauren, Andrea, Mehrzad, and Evey. I am incredibly glad to have gotten to know you all here, and appreciative of all of your friendship and generosity during my time here. You will all have to come visit Toronto, once I am set up with an apartment there.
I wish it were possible to move without adding distance between myself and friends. You will all be deeply missed.
Packing has become a task that seems to involve odd metaphysical complexities.
For days and days now, I have been packing and packing. Boxes get filled and added to the pile in the corner. Papers are sorted and then either filed or discarded. Closets are cleared. Food is eaten, packed (for stuff that has unusual value per unit weight and/or volume), given away, or discarded. Books are stacked and packed and tucked away, and then new caches of previously forgotten books are discovered and given the same treatment.
And yet, through all of this, there always seems to be the same amount of packing left to do. Back on August 5th, I was supposedly 50% packed. That number still seems basically right six days later, despite having spent more of the intervening time packing than doing anything else.
Hopefully today will be the day when 50% mysteriously and near-instantaneously becomes 100%, when I can throw a few critical items into a suitcase, and when I can get on the bus to Toronto/New Orleans/Washington D.C.
Six months after the last time I moved (with much very appreciated assistance from Andrea, Mehrzad, and Lauren), I am packing everything up again.
I guess my life in the Beaver Barracks will never involve the stage between when you have unpacked everything from moving in and when you start packing it up again to leave. Some boxes that have remained packed since I moved in are just being added straight to the ‘moving out’ pile.
I wish my scheme for an international storage services company had already been implemented by someone.
On the morning of September 12th, I need to be in Toronto.
Between now and then, however, I actually don’t have any firm commitments. This raises the question of how to spend the time.
Plan 1: Safe and responsible
Move and apply to doctoral programs
I need to move to Toronto and applications to doctoral programs for the fall of 2012 are due this fall. I could stay in Ottawa and put together a research proposal. I could chase down people to serve as references. I could visit Toronto to look at apartments, choose one, and ship my things over.
I could also work on the great many semi-complete tasks that tend to get buried underneath trivial day-to-day stuff while I am working.
Plan 2: More adventurous
Explore
I could also push the moving stuff into the smallest amount of time possible and get myself a 30-day unlimited Greyhound ticket. I could go to New York City on my way to New Orleans. I could take photos, visit the campuses of schools I might apply to, and take advantage of the longest unstructured span of time I have had since Oxford.
Lately, I have been feeling a bit untethered and uncertain about what I should do with myself. I am dispirited by the way recent efforts to drive action on climate change have failed so completely in North America in recent years. Having some time spent in solitary travel could allow me to think things through, and perhaps reach a sense of clarity about how I should spend the next few years.
This would probably mean pushing back doctoral applications, but it might be unreasonable to aim for this fall anyhow. I need to write the GRE and do a pile of work. I am also not totally sure if a doctorate is really what I want to do.
So, readers, which plan do you endorse? Do you have other ideas?
One element that is common to both plans is my intention to go to Washington D.C. for the Stop the Pipeline Sit-In being organized by Bill McKibben, James Hansen, and others. As well as being a good opportunity to see climate change activism in person, it could provide some contacts and empirical data for subsequent academic work.
There is a lot I miss about Vancouver. There are the obvious things, like all the friends and family I have in that city. There are also more esoteric things, like riding the stretch of the Skytrain between Chinatown and the wild outer reaches of New Westminster, walking across the False Creek bridges in the middle of the night, or trekking between North Vancouver coffee shops by means of wild parks with dangerous rivers in them.
Moving to Toronto, I am sure I will find things to appreciate about the city. On the basis of all the trips I have made there since 2007, I certainly have an awareness of the virtues of the city, from the active arts community to the sheer wonderful anonymous size. I look forward to disappearing into the mass.
One day it seems likely that I will find a way to live in Vancouver again, at least temporarily. It is probably a city with long-term economic vitality. At least until all the soil is depleted, British Columbia will remain a massive engine for producing wood demanded in other places. Vancouver has an excellent harbour, and doesn’t seem to be too vulnerable to sea level rise (aside from the unfortunate suburbs kept dry by levees). There will be a gigantic earthquake one day, but the city will survive – particularly the buildings with wooden or steel frames. British Columbia has lots of hydroelectric power and a reasonable amount of arable land.
For someone who avoids flying, getting back to Vancouver from the Montreal-Ottawa-Toronto zone is quite an undertaking. The bus journey is a long and unpleasant one, and the train is both much more expensive and much less environmentally sustainable. Flying, of course, is the ‘nice for me, too bad for people in future generations’ option.
Still, as long as the visit is going to be a fairly extended one, it is worth putting in the time and carbon to get back to the west coast. To be in Vancouver with a decent job and a good place to live would be an enviable situation. It may also be a decent option for doing a doctorate, if I decide to pursue that strategy. Walking around the UBC campus while it is milling with new undergrads would surely be a bit strange. I wonder what the first-year version of me would think of the version from ten years later. I have certainly grown a great deal more pessimistic about the future of the world, and probably more realistic about my ability to alter it.