Incident 2.1
On my way to the café the inevitable happened. Obediently taking the right hand side of the sidewalk, an offensive line of three middle-aged women tried to take me to the streets. Literally. The women carried their shoulders like game day linesmen, perfectly aligned and relentlessly staying on course. Fully determined to stand my ground – and not side step into oncoming traffic on Yonge Street – I locked my arms, elbows and fingers to embrace my fate. Sure enough, a direct hit to my left forearm, but I wasn’t shaken or moved.
I was rattled though. When are people going to access those flickering brain cells and acknowledge proper social etiquette? Maybe in other countries societies adopt the chaos theory, but this is Canada. We drive on the right side of the road, we walk on the right side of the sidewalk, and we enter double door entries on the right hand side. Well, that’s what is taught to kindergartners at least. Recess and gold stars aside, If walking with a crowd in a straight line the logical maneuver would be to respectfully shift to the left. Don’t panic, it’s only for a moment, just long enough that others can pass you without facing a gauntlet.
Incident 2.2
The woman in front of me has a trench coat length black fur coat. Didn’t know that was still happening. She has also topped her ensemble with a brimmed floppy beret. Just saying.
Incident 2.3
Yet another inevitable crossroad in my day – the need to use the facilities, but no one is around to watch my things.
Incident 2.4
Awkward and socially inept people make me so uncomfortable for some reason. I couldn’t even enjoy most of Napolean Dynamite because of this.
Incident 2.5
Situating myself near the GO station offers a constant rush of entertainment as people are sprinting down the street to catch their trains. This priority defies moving vehicles, traffic lights and other pedestrians. Some people amaze me and, yet, I wouldn’t be surprised if one of them was injured mid-stride.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Public Moments at The Cafe 1.0
Incident 1.1
In a desperate attempt to avoid committing myself I left the tumbleweeds to blow through my apartment. Admittedly, today is the last ‘sane’ day I’ve given myself as I am supposed to hear back from a job “earlier in the week” so I figured if I don’t hear back by end of day Wednesday I will have to end my life. I’m not vain enough to end myself in public so I have ventured into the real world to avoid making a scene. I’ve settled into a coffee shop, positioning myself with great views and a comforting brew. Having worked in a busy downtown coffee shop in a past life and joined the shaky eccentric group of coffee addicts in university, I exhale slowly and sink into the void. This void is the nirvana between my own reality and everyone else's. Where I can sit alone for hours, but completely ignore myself at the same time; where an indulgence in my peers is exciting, entertaining and endless. That man has no idea his fly is unforgivably undone… They are on my fear of a first date… Is it still considered a conversation if both people are constantly texting while talking?... This is my haven. And so I lovingly title this entry as my first incident since we all need to begin somewhere.
Incident 1.2
Having recently sent my laptop in for repairs, it has come back completely cleaned and buffed. Still in awe of its newborn beauty I haven’t taken the plastic cover off the top of the case. As a result, I am making a fool out of myself as the OCD girl who is way too concerned with getting nicks on her precious computer.
Incident 1.3
In order to get to an outlet to power my computer I needed to move the chair and table. Fortunately the lady sitting across from me kindly obliged. This was the start of our delightful caffeinated friendship, which she initiated, asking if I was a student or working in the area. I was amazed to discover she is only finishing high school as she not only looked like a bonafide university student, but also had the maturity of a full fledged working gal.
Struggling to make my way back into the working world myself, she (Louise) acted as a power source to my life, re-energizing me with positivity to keep focus on my career goals. Funny how a stranger can completely shift your day; the experiences can be good or bad of course, but if you put forward a positive attitude you only help the odds of enhancing your day.
Louise also lives the ultimate rule to success – networking. Whether I’m a student, professional or hobo she knew I was going to add life experience to her repertoire. Something she clearly values and something I profoundly respect.
From now on, I will be more like Louise.
Incident 1.4
You know global warming is serious when Torontonians are shocked at a random snowfall. I know the weather has been above the seasonal average, but we’re still in Canada, not an apocalyptic crisis. Calm yourselves.
I would love to see four policemen on horses ride past the café right now…
Incident 1.5
OCD plastic laptop protector is still on, glaring proudly at all the questioning java addicts.
In a desperate attempt to avoid committing myself I left the tumbleweeds to blow through my apartment. Admittedly, today is the last ‘sane’ day I’ve given myself as I am supposed to hear back from a job “earlier in the week” so I figured if I don’t hear back by end of day Wednesday I will have to end my life. I’m not vain enough to end myself in public so I have ventured into the real world to avoid making a scene. I’ve settled into a coffee shop, positioning myself with great views and a comforting brew. Having worked in a busy downtown coffee shop in a past life and joined the shaky eccentric group of coffee addicts in university, I exhale slowly and sink into the void. This void is the nirvana between my own reality and everyone else's. Where I can sit alone for hours, but completely ignore myself at the same time; where an indulgence in my peers is exciting, entertaining and endless. That man has no idea his fly is unforgivably undone… They are on my fear of a first date… Is it still considered a conversation if both people are constantly texting while talking?... This is my haven. And so I lovingly title this entry as my first incident since we all need to begin somewhere.
Incident 1.2
Having recently sent my laptop in for repairs, it has come back completely cleaned and buffed. Still in awe of its newborn beauty I haven’t taken the plastic cover off the top of the case. As a result, I am making a fool out of myself as the OCD girl who is way too concerned with getting nicks on her precious computer.
Incident 1.3
In order to get to an outlet to power my computer I needed to move the chair and table. Fortunately the lady sitting across from me kindly obliged. This was the start of our delightful caffeinated friendship, which she initiated, asking if I was a student or working in the area. I was amazed to discover she is only finishing high school as she not only looked like a bonafide university student, but also had the maturity of a full fledged working gal.
Struggling to make my way back into the working world myself, she (Louise) acted as a power source to my life, re-energizing me with positivity to keep focus on my career goals. Funny how a stranger can completely shift your day; the experiences can be good or bad of course, but if you put forward a positive attitude you only help the odds of enhancing your day.
Louise also lives the ultimate rule to success – networking. Whether I’m a student, professional or hobo she knew I was going to add life experience to her repertoire. Something she clearly values and something I profoundly respect.
From now on, I will be more like Louise.
Incident 1.4
You know global warming is serious when Torontonians are shocked at a random snowfall. I know the weather has been above the seasonal average, but we’re still in Canada, not an apocalyptic crisis. Calm yourselves.
I would love to see four policemen on horses ride past the café right now…
Incident 1.5
OCD plastic laptop protector is still on, glaring proudly at all the questioning java addicts.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Verdict is in: later ain't greater. No big deal.
FINISH HIM!...
The debacle between Conan O'Brien and Jay Leno has caught immense attention from the media. It has become the most salivating news since the Paris and Nicole split. With all the speculation and inevitable gossip, there are a few key issues I feel have been ignored.
{ 1 } If Leno cannot perform to the network's satisfaction, who's to say he can bring in the ratings in his old timeslot? Conan has always had an audience, which has only grown with his earlier time. No, I did not read this on StatsCan, I am judging by (a) myself who can watch his entire show now as opposed to waiting until his starts; and (b) the ongoing number of people I hear talk about how terrible Leno is doing, which is much appreciated as I haven't watched Leno in years.
{ 2 } Andy Richter makes a much better sidekick than Branford Marsalis. Perhaps not musically, but from a producer-comedic-entertaining-personality point of view, Richter takes it.
{ 3 } Due to Leno's failing ratings, perhaps this is NBC's manipulative ploy to pump their ratings with an NBC family scandal? A desperate grab for some much needed media attention, to boost audience awareness and get viewers to tune into both shows to see how the drama is playing out on air. Let's be honest, we all love a good reality show.
{ 4 } Asians love ginger.
{ 5 } Deon Cole, writer for The Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien, is hilarious and solidified that I am, indeed, a Coco Girl. The video clip says it all: Understanding NBC's motives
Thursday, January 7, 2010
The Olympics: A World United, A Population Annoyed. No big deal.
The 2010 Olympics commercial ("The Best of Us") presents a colourful picture of unity, bringing all ends of the world together in the spirit of athleticism... and competition. Just to clarify:
I couldn't help but notice how the commercial depicted the fate of the rest of the population; those who are not involved in the Olympics and, in turn, will be negatively effected by the events. I've taken a few snapshots of the commercial to illustrate this:
The destruction of land and monuments and the Olympian foot that monopolizes the road, making traffic halt and disrupting routines is an honest portrayal of how some commoners may feel. Specifically, those who are not affiliated with the Olympic Committee or are not a competing athlete will feel the forceful colossal hand of the O.C. I am not saying I do not enjoy the Games, but I am the first to state that I am against having them in my city and I thank the Olympic Committee for doing a fabulous job illustrating why.
u-ni-ty: the state of being one; oneness
com-pe-ti-tion: the act of competing; rival for supremacy
I find this amusing.
Thank you Dictionary.com
I find this amusing.
Thank you Dictionary.com
I couldn't help but notice how the commercial depicted the fate of the rest of the population; those who are not involved in the Olympics and, in turn, will be negatively effected by the events. I've taken a few snapshots of the commercial to illustrate this:
The destruction of land and monuments and the Olympian foot that monopolizes the road, making traffic halt and disrupting routines is an honest portrayal of how some commoners may feel. Specifically, those who are not affiliated with the Olympic Committee or are not a competing athlete will feel the forceful colossal hand of the O.C. I am not saying I do not enjoy the Games, but I am the first to state that I am against having them in my city and I thank the Olympic Committee for doing a fabulous job illustrating why.
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