Cooling down
It looks like
the subway service will be back up tonight. But since I already bought
a two-way Go train ticket, I'd better use the second half of this
ticket (about $4) than to waste it and use a TTC subway token ($2.25),
even though taking the Go train would cost me an extra half an hour of
relatively pleasant walking. Or am I now committing the dreaded sunk
cost fallacy?
I came to the city early today, catching the Go train conveniently almost immediately at the station. After arriving to Union Station, I took a long walk that went through the Lakefront and Cabbagetown areas. They sure have been building a whole lot of stylish highrise condos on the lakefront area. Years ago, my first impression of Cabbagetown was that the area ought to be more properly named "Garbagetown", but fortunately the areas North of Dundas and Regent Park are actually quite tolerable, despite the number of ubiquitous panhandlers and other hippies. At one corner, an old Arab-looking guy in a long trenchcoat was talking loudly to himself and I thought that he was crazy, until I noticed that he was talking to the taxi driver on the opposite lane of the street.
It is quite hot out there today, and despite the transit strike, there are lots of people going out and about. During the walk, I saw so many weird people and muscular shirtless guys traipsing around that I half-expected to see Daredevil swinging from the side of some building. I recently borrowed a collection of Frank Miller's Daredevil comics from the early 80's, most of which I had read when I was younger. My wife currently has this book as bedtime reading, since she hasn't read any Daredevil comics before, and when we watched the movie for the second time, I kept pointing out details from the comic that the movie got right.
Right now I am going to enjoy the air conditioning for a moment and then go back out there to grab a small bite before going to teach tonight's class. Earlier at one point during my walk, I saw a guy who was stepping into a pizza joint accidentally drop a ten-spot from his pants pocket to the ground behind him. I must be an especially honest and law-abiding person, since I didn't think of keeping this free money for even a second, but instinctively rushed to grab the crumpled bill and tap him on the shoulder to give it back to him. The guy was quite happy to see what I was giving to him. Perhaps I should put this incident in my resume or something, or MySpace page if I had one. (I still don't quite see the point of MySpace altogether, but I guess the kids like it.)
I wonder which one of us, me or my wife, would score higher on the checklist "Clues you are not a hipster". The page only shows the first six of the purported eleven clues, but of these six I know I satisfy three whereas my wife satisfies four and is thus in the lead, including the last one about working in an office building that has a man-made pond and a fountain in its front lot. Now that I thought of it, it finally hit me that my wife happily works for an international corporation that requires and profits from the existence of the now-infamous precarity, and she does not even do this in any kind of hipster ironic sense. My God, she is ideologically even worse than me, and that's saying a lot! I guess I have to snuggle her when I get back from work tonight.
I came to the city early today, catching the Go train conveniently almost immediately at the station. After arriving to Union Station, I took a long walk that went through the Lakefront and Cabbagetown areas. They sure have been building a whole lot of stylish highrise condos on the lakefront area. Years ago, my first impression of Cabbagetown was that the area ought to be more properly named "Garbagetown", but fortunately the areas North of Dundas and Regent Park are actually quite tolerable, despite the number of ubiquitous panhandlers and other hippies. At one corner, an old Arab-looking guy in a long trenchcoat was talking loudly to himself and I thought that he was crazy, until I noticed that he was talking to the taxi driver on the opposite lane of the street.
It is quite hot out there today, and despite the transit strike, there are lots of people going out and about. During the walk, I saw so many weird people and muscular shirtless guys traipsing around that I half-expected to see Daredevil swinging from the side of some building. I recently borrowed a collection of Frank Miller's Daredevil comics from the early 80's, most of which I had read when I was younger. My wife currently has this book as bedtime reading, since she hasn't read any Daredevil comics before, and when we watched the movie for the second time, I kept pointing out details from the comic that the movie got right.
Right now I am going to enjoy the air conditioning for a moment and then go back out there to grab a small bite before going to teach tonight's class. Earlier at one point during my walk, I saw a guy who was stepping into a pizza joint accidentally drop a ten-spot from his pants pocket to the ground behind him. I must be an especially honest and law-abiding person, since I didn't think of keeping this free money for even a second, but instinctively rushed to grab the crumpled bill and tap him on the shoulder to give it back to him. The guy was quite happy to see what I was giving to him. Perhaps I should put this incident in my resume or something, or MySpace page if I had one. (I still don't quite see the point of MySpace altogether, but I guess the kids like it.)
I wonder which one of us, me or my wife, would score higher on the checklist "Clues you are not a hipster". The page only shows the first six of the purported eleven clues, but of these six I know I satisfy three whereas my wife satisfies four and is thus in the lead, including the last one about working in an office building that has a man-made pond and a fountain in its front lot. Now that I thought of it, it finally hit me that my wife happily works for an international corporation that requires and profits from the existence of the now-infamous precarity, and she does not even do this in any kind of hipster ironic sense. My God, she is ideologically even worse than me, and that's saying a lot! I guess I have to snuggle her when I get back from work tonight.
The heat was very repressive today and unfortunately the air conditioner was not on today. And to add to matters I might be a hipster.
Posted by Adam Malek | 10:32 PM