What an interesting situation it's been. Always something new every day, like a little, rubbish new-born child, thrashing about in a land of very big bags of crisps and strange soft drinks. It's pretty cool though all told, but a word of warning, if a young woman with red hair called Robin tells you to go a place called 'Dance Cave' do not go. For rizzles. In fact, ignore her. Not just that one statement, her entire existence. For at least 10 minutes, it's the only way she'll learn. She's a delightful room-mate, just terrible at deciding where to go on a Saturday night. 0 out of 1 bud!Big news for today was my first day of interning, so I'll talk about that first. It was pretty good. A nice smooth ride down in the morning (more on that later) and a pretty good day hanging out on a computer and doing arty stuff (Big words, fact-checking and trying to get funding. Well standard). But it was cool because I got to have a hand in the real workings of the gallery. You never know, there may well be a semi-colon I very pedantically placed in one of the gallery texts. Rad. I had an hour for lunch and figured I'd take a few photos so here they are.
That there be Toronto Island. It's full of pirates and airports, but probably more of one than the other. The Power Plant still has it's smoke stack, which is pretty sweet. On one side it says 'The Power Plant' and t'other reads 'Mo
re Than Enough' which is an artist project deal. Pretty awesome stuff. Then there's a big piece of work by this fellow call
ed Olaf Breunning just hanging out on the side of the building, which is again,pretty rad. I apologise in advance about the words and pictures not matching up, but it's a pretty arsey program to be honest, but there are still a couple of photos you should probably see. The first one is of a sign thanking Canada. Thanada! The other is a license plate I saw in the car park, which is just nicely indicative of how lovely everyone is here. And that leads me nicely onto cycling. I was told everyone was well rude to cyclists, proper turds. Turns out it's not EVERYONE that's like that. Just taxi drivers and people in SUV's, same as everywhere. so on my ride home I was having these lovely thoughts and I saw a dead bird on the side of the road which I figured was noteworthy (no photo, I was on my bike. Give me a break), when suddenly I started getting pushed over by a guy in a big black Lincoln Towncar. Ridiculous I thought. Not as ridiculous as the fact that his trunk was wide open, though, and when he drove off one of his bags fell out right into the middle of the crossroads. Being the do-gooder I am I grabbed it, mostly because I figured it should be out of the way. A little bit because I figured I may have got a bag out of this deal. But just as I was struggling to the pavement to get it all sorted out, a freaking limo pulls up, no joke, and the guy's all in my face about the bag. Well rude. I figured what the hell and threw it into the passenger window and there was barely a thank you, jerk. So I continue on my way home and see the first car stopped right in the middle of the road with the driver at the back trying to shut it, and it still wouldn't. So he just left it and off he went. Honestly, some people. Anyways, I got home and ate some leftover meatballs, and now I'm off to get a Popsicle, maybe a slushy, before deciding whether to go to karaoke this evening. Big city life, eh?
That'll do pig.
p.s. Yes, I still rock the high cuffs whenever I ride my bike anywhere. Mackin' style, yo!
re Than Enough' which is an artist project deal. Pretty awesome stuff. Then there's a big piece of work by this fellow call
ed Olaf Breunning just hanging out on the side of the building, which is again,pretty rad. I apologise in advance about the words and pictures not matching up, but it's a pretty arsey program to be honest, but there are still a couple of photos you should probably see. The first one is of a sign thanking Canada. Thanada! The other is a license plate I saw in the car park, which is just nicely indicative of how lovely everyone is here. And that leads me nicely onto cycling. I was told everyone was well rude to cyclists, proper turds. Turns out it's not EVERYONE that's like that. Just taxi drivers and people in SUV's, same as everywhere. so on my ride home I was having these lovely thoughts and I saw a dead bird on the side of the road which I figured was noteworthy (no photo, I was on my bike. Give me a break), when suddenly I started getting pushed over by a guy in a big black Lincoln Towncar. Ridiculous I thought. Not as ridiculous as the fact that his trunk was wide open, though, and when he drove off one of his bags fell out right into the middle of the crossroads. Being the do-gooder I am I grabbed it, mostly because I figured it should be out of the way. A little bit because I figured I may have got a bag out of this deal. But just as I was struggling to the pavement to get it all sorted out, a freaking limo pulls up, no joke, and the guy's all in my face about the bag. Well rude. I figured what the hell and threw it into the passenger window and there was barely a thank you, jerk. So I continue on my way home and see the first car stopped right in the middle of the road with the driver at the back trying to shut it, and it still wouldn't. So he just left it and off he went. Honestly, some people. Anyways, I got home and ate some leftover meatballs, and now I'm off to get a Popsicle, maybe a slushy, before deciding whether to go to karaoke this evening. Big city life, eh?That'll do pig.
p.s. Yes, I still rock the high cuffs whenever I ride my bike anywhere. Mackin' style, yo!
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