Thursday, April 26, 2007
Piazza Prince's Gates, as the area surrounding it is now known.
We passed through the south end of the grounds, passing barracks and tugs, resting for a moment at seats left over from Exhibition Stadium. We then arrived at our main destination...
BMO Field is the home of Toronto FC. We joked that based on the sponsor's initials, it could easily gain the nickname "Bowel Movement". Somebody noticed a gate was open, so most of the group wandered in to take a look around. They roamed for a few minutes and later noticed others doing the same. Most noted the field felt weird.
After saying hi to security, we continued on through the grounds, ending up by the wind turbine and Toronto's oldest home, Scadding Cabin. Note the scale of the door on the left.
The full set of photos is over on Flickr.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Given the recent controversies surrounding the now-excessive use of corn syrup in processed foods and drinks, would a modern version of this ad shout "Splenda 'Pinch Hits' for Sugar"?
Source: National Home Monthly, September 1944
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
1,153: IMPATIENCE IS A VIRTUE
Checked out Pontiac Quarterly for the first time last week. It's a quarterly event described as a live-action magazine, with stories, columns, films and music based on a theme, which this time around was impatience.
I can be a patient guy, usually when something requires time to be perfected or I'm no hurry at all. But life is short and waiting tends to shorten my lifespan. A few examples where waiting wears down my patience:
* Slow lines. Slow, bureaucratic lines.
* Traffic jams. If I know a shortcut, I will take it, regardless of how much time it adds to the trip. This helps explain my familiarity with the westbound 409 even though I've only had to drive to Pearson once in my life (to pick up Amy when she returned from a summer spent in Lake Louise). Exception: traffic jams amidst beautiful scenery, where crawling allows me to whip out my camera without hopping out of the car.
* Lottery ticket purchasers. This one's genetic, as Dad constantly cursed about those gingerly taking their time picking their numbers or sniffing scratch cards to find the lucky one. Especially if there only one, harried cashier whose is forced to cater to the whims of the fortune seeker, these people take the convenience out of convenience stores.
* Receiving the bill in most Toronto restaurants. Often an exercise in futility, even if you ask several times. I'm now in the habit of asking for it late in the meal, while I'm still enjoying the food. Service can be terrific throughout, then comes teeth-pulling time. Not so much a problem when dining with friends, definitely a problem when dining alone or on a date heading south in a hurry. The worst case was a restaurant where I sat by the front window and the waiter admitted they kept my bill back so that the sight of diners would draw customers in!
over on Flickr.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Right: A large plate of jap chae (sweet potato noodles). Hard to pull apart sometimes, but one of my favourite Korean dishes. Not as gummy as other places I've been to.
Lesson: never belittle the power of romaine!
When another table reached the same smokey state, the side doors were opened to let the haze dissipate.
The meal wound down with a plate of artfully cut juicy watermelon.
Full photo sets on Flickr from here, here and here.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
1) It appears as if the collar wasn't the only part of the shirt that shrunk.
2) This picture was accidentally sent to the ad agency. The model intended to send it to Warner Brothers in hopes of landing roles in the latest gangster movies.
3) Yes, I stomp on my shirts daily while wearing loose suspenders to make sure my collars look straight. Doesn't every pure-blooded male make this part of their morning ritual?
4) Unfortunately, the Arrow HITT doesn't solve the accompanying problem of droopy eyelids, though our model may have lowered his lids to prevent any damage by the edges of his lady friend's hat. If that had happened, then he could have gone on to a career with Arrow rival Hathaway.
Source: Time, January 30, 1939
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
At Bairrada Churrasquiera on College St, the space is divided in two and I accidentally went into the wrong, classier-looking one on the left. Turned out I wasn't the only one who did this, which might have been an omen.
Overall, we weren't enthused by the food, but this was mitigated by the low prices - most entrees hovered around $10. Another review over at Phoenikia.
Monday, April 16, 2007
eye years ago. The lice and lies weren't cheap enough to draw crowds.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
(Her birth notice proved interesting, as a few babies down was one of my friends, who I didn't meet until nearly a quarter century later!)
Note the lengthy run of Silver Streak, a rarity at the multiplex these days. Also note the odd pairing at the Windsor Drive-In: a Led Zep doc and a road-race comedy. The movies at the bottom of the page also couldn't be more different: Voyage of the Damned was an oscar-nominated drama about Jews attempting to leave Germany in 1939, while Mako: The Jaws of Death was one of the first Jaws ripoffs.
As for the theatres in this ad:
* The Devonshire ran through the 90s, its space currently occupied by H&M. Cineplex Odeon built a modern multiplex during Devonshire Mall's most recent expansion in 2000.
* The Windsor Drive-In site sat vacant for years.
* Based on its location, I'm guessing that the Twin East was replaced by the Famous 4, which wound up being Windsor's last chain-operated drive-in. Its site is now the Legacy Park big box development.
* The Capitol has had several lives since closing as a first-run theatre, mostly as a live performance venue. It has recently run into financial troubles. International Metropolis has pictures of a March rally to save the venue.
As for the restaurants ads, I've always wondered if entrees like chicken in a basket (or my childhood fave, shrimp in a basket) were an Essex County thing, since I rarely saw them elsewhere. We usually had these "baskets" at the now-defunct Anderdon Tavern, where the fried chicken or shrimp sat on a bed of fries in a plastic basket. The kind of dish my stomach would revolt at now.
Source: The Windsor Star, March 18, 1977
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
While subbing at Amherst about a month ago, Amy discovered that the old weight room by the gyms had been converted to a team room. Not just any team room...
Dad coached football and basketball for nearly two decades. Growing up, I usually tagged along, keeping score for his basketball squads from the middle of elementary school onwards. After my lacklustre football playing career (spent mostly on the can to relieve nerves before practice), I helped him as team manager. Both sports meant a lot of bustrips for us, which lead to a few memorable events:
* Watching basketball players learn it's not a good idea to taunt drunken fans with cries of "go back to the tomato field!" in Leamington - they'll try to topple your bus.
* "J'aime le poisson!", heard after taking in the stench in the dressing room of one county school whose identity will be protected (but guesses are welcome).
* Trips to Ann Arbor to play American high school football, though I missed the year half the team brought back freebie gifts they received when they signed up for JCPenney credit cards at Briarwood Mall.
* Nearly sinking into the mud while trying to hold the yard markers at Micmac Park in Windsor.
General Jeffery Amherst (yes, the spelling varies depending on the source).
The picture on the right is taken in the tech wing - the open door on the right leads to the drama room. I had a homeroom in this end of the school during my last year at Amherst, though there weren't any messages about safety then.
Classes were in session, so I wasn't able to duck into classrooms to see what traces remained from 15 years ago. This may have been a good thing, as the onslaught of memories of events and people I haven't thought about for ages might have knocked me on the floor.