Black Creek

At only 6 months old, York Recreation Centre contains one of the city’s youngest pools. It’s like a sweet, good-looking baby.


I’ve been to Black Creek before!

Silly Hat Day


Today the humidity is high and the smell of the East York air reminds me of India. I am wearing “nothing” for mid-October.

Gordon A. Brown Middle School.

native eloquence

It was a great mistake, my being born a man; I would have been much more successful as a seagull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must always be a little in love with death! I’m afraid I’m like the guy who is always panhandling for a smoke: he hasn’t even got the makings. He’s got only the habit. I couldn’t touch what I tried to tell you just now. I just stammered. That’s the best I’ll ever do, I mean, if I live. Well, it will be faithful realism, at least. Stammering is the native eloquence of us fog people.

Eugene O’Neill – Long Day’s Journey Into Night



Ritual (Thanksgiving)

The Little Prince learns from a fox that to love someone is to be tamed by them and that it’s done through ritual and regularity and expectation and anticipation in return. The only things that matter are what we can’t see or measure and that the best answer to a question is a question. One of the most beautiful stories ever written.

She Was a Visitor


Dig Your Own Hole