One of my friends’ sons made a top 30 Toronto Bachelors list

From the article…

Corey Mintz Age 34. Sign “Where are we, Plato’s Retreat? Astrology is a deal-breaker.” Gig “I have people over for dinner and write about it for FED, a Saturday column for The Toronto Star.” Wheels “Ten-speed blue Miele frame. But my chauffeur drives a Prius.” Dream date “Matinee of Manhattan or Big Sleep at the Bloor theatre. Scotch and popcorn in the balcony. Dinner at the Black Hoof. She picks up the cheque while I’m in the boys room.” Guilty pleasure Q-tips. Fun fact “I sneak spoons into Ethiopian restaurants.” Words to live by “This conversation needed to end one minute ago.” Why Shinan picked me “Shinan needs new glasses.”

Read more: http://network.nationalpost.com/np/blogs/toronto/archive/2010/02/20/shinan-govani-s-worthy-30-the-men.aspx#ixzz0nkP8LFv1

Jericho was great as usual

This time it was Lowry Olafson, and he and his percussionist and accordionist were made of awesome.  Beautiful, simple songs with lots of heart and humour.  Jacques on the cajón was superlative and had folks in the audience craning their necks (what the heck is THAT that he is sitting on and sounds like a full drum kit?).  I sang Tapioca on a borrowed mando and Forty Million Lightyears, which triggered the headliner to sing a filk song! of his own composition!!! go Allegra….

Back to work

Jeff, being a superior sort of brother, suggested schnitzel for dinner last night so we had take out and ate on the back deck in the last warmth of the day.  This was after we went to Iron Man II (I liked it but it’s slower paced than the first one and ScarJo is OSSUM) and then I dragged Keith and Paul and Jeff up the hill to the salamander pond.  The little buggers stayed in hiding, alas.  Then said hello to Tom.

It’s going to be an expensive day, I can feel it.

I had a great mother’s day and I hope the rest of you mothers did too.

Fur and tires, man, fur and tires

Anything with fur and tires gonna cost you.  For reasons unknown, except possibly ubercoolness, my parents are subsidizing my middle aged crazy car purchase to the tune of just about covering the repairs.  Yup, it’s an expensive proposition, maintaining a car, but honestly, I had been looking for a new hobby, and complaining about my car has just zoomed to the top of the list.

I am happy right now.  The sun is out, I slept well, I’m going to Jericho tonight to drink beer and participate in live music.  Bleat with happiness, spring!

Sad news, glad news, old news.

It is my sad duty to report that Lexi’s father in law passed away yesterday.  He was an interesting and accomplished person, and I feel for Rob’s loss.  As Lexi said, maybe it was expected, but it was still very sad.  He died with his children around him; that would be of some comfort to the mourners, I know, from personal experience.

The glad news is that Dave Dowker is launching his book at This Ain’t The Rosedale Library on May 7th, which is definitely cause for celebration.  What an intelligent bunch of friends I have.

The old news is jokes from North Korea.  Strangely, most of these are recycled from Russia in the 30’s.

I’m staying home from church today.

Friday funnies, now with more added serious bits.

Excuse me, have you seen my lemur? Man cited for unsafe lemur-keeping in Clearwater Florida.  Scanged from Fark.

Innercity hopscotch. Scanged from Reddit.

NeilTyson from twitter sez – and I quote, “Stars in the universe far outnumber all sounds & words ever uttered by all humans who ever lived.”  Allegra sez – he never met the little girl I saw on the bus last light.  Never saw a talker like her, ever, period. People at the front of the bus were craning their necks to get a look at her.  Her mom is a saint.

Sex, misogyny still big sellers. A glimpse into the documentaries at the Vancouver Film Festival.

Russian 2014 Olympic organizers cannot scrape together a clue (link removed for safety). THEY’VE ALREADY thrown hundreds of people out of their homes to build facilities.

Viking bling found in Irish cave. Those folks got around.  No pics, which is irritating.

If you hate dandelions, you can always deep fry them and turn them into food.  Scanged from Amber’s twitterroll.

Also scanged from twitter, some of Casey’s singing prose about writing.

Check your media isolation index. From Slate.

Justice isn’t all that great in Canada, either.

Tragic, disgusting, and not for the faint of heart.

Something so amazing, so wonderful, so marvellous, so mood-lifting happened today that I can’t bring myself to speak of it.  A day I have waited on for 30 years has come to pass, and the most beautiful thing about this day is that it will be more.  I mean, more novelty and splendour await.  A sea to swim in, a sky to fall from.  No spoilers, please. Continue reading Justice isn’t all that great in Canada, either.