I walked through a nice neighbourhood to get to this pool. The water was slightly warm and the fast lane was competitive and social. I celebrated my athleticism here, at Memorial Pool and Health Club.
Archive for October, 2017
Tribe
Posted in Life on October 30, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Let’s Go Dodgers!
Posted in Life on October 27, 2017| 1 Comment »
Blues
Posted in Life on October 26, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Finally
Posted in Life on October 25, 2017| Leave a Comment »
I found that what I had desired all my life was not to live – if what others are doing is called living – but to express myself.
Henry Miller – Tropic of Capricorn
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East York Community Centre (finally)
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Posted in Life, Music on October 23, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Hi!
Posted in Life on October 20, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Black Creek
Posted in Life on October 16, 2017| Leave a Comment »
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
Posted in Life on October 14, 2017| Leave a Comment »
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
Posted in Life on October 9, 2017| Leave a Comment »
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.
(Edmund)
Eugene O’Neill – Long Day’s Journey Into Night
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Ritual (Thanksgiving)
Posted in Life on October 7, 2017| Leave a Comment »
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.
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