Monthly Archives: January 2012
TORONTO teens launch LEGOMAN into space; news at eleven
Michael Ho and Asad Muhammed, two Grade 12 students, have successfully launched a Legoman 24 kilometres into space, and recorded the entire event on crystal-clear video. University of Toronto astrophysics professor, Dr. Michael Reid: “This shows a tremendous degree of resourcefulness. For two 17-year-olds to accomplish this on their own is pretty impressive.”
STREETS OF TORONTO – QUEEN’S PARK, ONTARIO’S LEGISLATURE – UNIVERSITY AV. IN THE FOREGROUND
<PHOTO – @dp.ey . . . #streetsoftoronto>
Little Nicky has a big sign on Peter Street
Rapper ABDOMINAL’s heartfelt ode to our city . . . “T.Ode”
ABDOMINAL (aka Andy Bernstein), award-winning songwriter and hip-hop artist, has recorded “T.Ode”, a heartfelt salute to the Big Smoke. Backed by the Obliques, the song truly captures the spirit of our city. Tourism Toronto should hire this guy. He knows how to sell T.O. – to make it real!
Whether you call it Toronto, the T.Dot or T.O.,
Screwface capital like Theo,
The Big Smoke, Hogtown or Megacity,
It’s where I’m from, frankly couldn’t pick a better city
To call home, from the 401 to Skydome,
Scarborough over West to Etobicoke,
And all the parts lying in between,
I’m from Toronto, Abs lemme paint the scene.
Spent my childhood in Greektown, but now a westend denizen.
Buying cocoa bread and patties in Kensington,
Then pedaling Westbound to Lansdowne.
Shut off the headphones to allow familiar sounds
To enter my eardrums, hearing the hum and ding
Of the 506, old men grumbling
In Italian and Portuguese,
Over coffees at corner cafes.
Change the sensory focus to olfactory,
Factories pumping chocolate into the air, there’s Cadbury
And Nestle, in a two klick radius,
Making the air seem like something out of the craziest
Dream of Roald Dahl.
Sun lower now, paints me with a golden brow,
Tightly holding down my Dufferin Mall Kangol knockoff,
To block off the rays.
Change lanes, turn left at the No Frills.
Perched at the mouth of Parkdale, only the hill
Separates me from home and a hot shower.
But I stop to watch the Tower
For a few seconds, standing majestically,
Until a car horn snaps me from my reverie.
Push off the curb to my pad below.
So glad that I live in T.O.
Main Street, where I’m from, where I live,
Where I sung, where I spit, where I hung as a kid.
And if you wan go, it’s just west of Scarborough.
The home of bomb dro, lost souls, and lawn gnomes.
The east end, I gots to call home,
And all the spots I long for all across Toronto.
I’m down at Queen West just to take in graffiti
And to the Danforth for my favourite tzatziki.
Live from the centre of the universe,
I’m from Toronto, c’mon man do your worst.
Young disc jockeys play wrist hockey,
Train on the tabletop, making the tables talk.
I buy my records at Rotate This
And Play De, that’s where you can locate this.
And if I need a flick I go to Queen Vid
Or Suspect. Hey yo Rosh, what’s next?
Let’s take ‘em to the comic book store,
I go to Comics and More
At Greenwood make a cross at Danforth.
And if you down for it, I’ll show you how the city does,
All the way from Chinatown to Little India,
From the Beaches to Roncesvalles,
Park, to the Rex, to River, to Rosedale.
Really, you should come to our town,
Before the Leafs win the Cup and we tear the place down.
TORONTO etched in silver and gold . . . from the Royal Canadian Mint
The Royal Canadian Mint has issued a limited-edition collector’s coin, featuring a map and skyline of Toronto etched on silver featuring gold leaf accents. The coins were laser-cut and produced in Switzerland, with a non-circulation denomination of $25. Only 7,500 were produced and they retail for $180.
“Hello, Gorgeous!” – midtown MANHATTAN, 37th floor Hotel New Yorker 01/06/2012
<PHOTO – Ross Winter – http://www.camlucphotos.com>
Alice meets Toronto’s Mayor(s) at the New Year’s Day Levee – City Hall/2012
<Tweedledum and Tweedledee, John Tennial, 1871> They were standing under a tree, each with an arm round the other’s neck, and Alice knew which was which in a moment, because one of them had `Dum’ embroidered on his collar, and the other `Dee.’ `I suppose they’ve each got “Tweedle” round at the back of the collar,’ she said to herself. They stood so still that she quite forgot they were alive, and she was just looking round to see if the word “Tweedle” was written at the back of each collar, when she was startled by a voice coming from the one marked `Dum.’ `If you think we’re wax-works,’ he said, `you ought to pay, you know. Wax-works weren’t made to be looked at for nothing, nohow!’ `Contrariwise,’ added the one marked `Dee,’ `if you think we’re alive, you ought to speak.’ <from Lewis Carroll’s ‘Through the Looking-Glass’>