Showing posts with label library. Show all posts
Showing posts with label library. Show all posts

Sunday, January 01, 2012

photo du jour

Construction Carries on at the Toronto Reference Library

Construction continues on the ground level of the Toronto Reference Library. Coming during 2012: a new browsery, expanded gallery space, and a branch of Balzac's.

Also coming in 2012: a return to regular posting on this site. 

Photo taken December 28, 2011.

Monday, March 24, 2008

sign o' the times and tales of demolished pizza joints

High Collision Intersection
Lots of things happening here lately (night school, outings on the town, Easter with the family), hence the lack of entries over the past week. Luckily I've managed to avoid major collisions, though I may have served as an obstacle at a crowded gallery opening late last week (photos here).

I also avoided spinning into other vehicles during a sudden snow storm on the drive home for Easter - flurries started around Tecumseh, then the sky opened up a few kilometres from home on a road surrounded by deep ditches. Cue white knuckles on the driver's wheel.

Old Man Winter is starting to resemble the party guest who doesn't know when to leave.

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Another part of my childhood is vanishing. A recent post on International Metropolis spotlights the demolition of a long-vacant Mother's Pizza in downtown Windsor.

We ate at Mother's regularly as kids, partly because it was family-friendly, partly because Mom loved the cinnamon ice cream served with apple pie. There were at least two locations in Windsor, though we usually went to the downtown location over the the east side branch on Tecumseh Road (it was out near Lauzon Parkway I think - can any readers verify where that one was?). While IM indicates Mother's was in operation until the early 90s, I don't recall. Perhaps the quality sank and we never bothered to go. Not that there was a shortage of places in Windsor to dine on pizza and Italian delights...

I don't recall the neighbouring building as a furniture store, but its Mac's phase coincided with the period when Dad and I regularly visited the main branch of the Windsor Public Library across the street. Dad browsed the book sale room while I hung out in the Arts and Sports sections, filling my insatiable need for knowledge about old movies and long-dead baseball players. Two things ended this: the implementation of user fees for borrowers who lived outside the city and a battle we lost with the library over the a book they claimed we damaged but had been in a warped state when I borrowed it. To this day, I avoid library books with any hint of water damage or excessive numbers of pages falling out.

Photo taken on Old Scugog Road, Hampton, February 16, 2008 - JB

Sunday, October 21, 2007


1,268: VINTAGE NEW YORKER AD OF THE DAY

Vintage Ad #382: The Horrors of Quintrix II
The scariest moment that evening was when the power cut out during a key scene in Night of the Living Dead.

As Halloween approaches, I've spent my evenings digging into the Warehouse video vault for seasonally-appropriate flicks. This usually means sharing dinner with the classic Universal monsters or later ghouls, goblins and mushroom people.

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Speaking of weird things, I had an odd experience at a local library branch this afternoon. I brought a large stack to the checkout desk, mostly research material for upcoming posts. The clerk may not have having a good day, as they made it clear that I had violated a number of unwritten rules. They snapped at me for not placing the stack down in such a way that she could immediately scan the barcodes (several books were upside-down). That the stack was also not ordered by book size caused considerable grumbling. I was unaware that precise stacking of materials intended for personal use was a requirement at the Toronto Public Library.

Source: The New Yorker, January 17, 1977 - JB

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

1,215: WEDNESDAY WAMBLINGS

Toronto's budget cut fun rolls along, as the Toronto Public Library announces its rollbacks. So much for Sunday library runs. It was touching to see one councillor admit their naivete about the fallout from last week's tax vote.

So many announcements in the past few months about transit and other infrastructure improvements, then suddenly the city heads in the opposite direction. This is when political posturing all around makes my stomach turn somersaults (but most of my ire is directed at the "opposition" faction of council, followed by the province). Should be fun times around here until the provincial election in the fall.


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I felt the love of my fellow drivers twice last night. Both times I was waiting to make a left turn at a stop light, with wide trucks and SUVs doing the same opposite me, at angles where I didn't have a clear view of oncoming traffic. Both times the drivers behind me were breathing on my bumper, honking their horns. I doubt their view was much better. I figure it's better to wait until I can nudge enough to see for sure than have a last-minute oncoming car drive into me.

The first time (Eglinton and Pharmacy), the driver behind me nearly sideswiped me while trying to get ahead of me on the turn, yelling obscenities out the window. The second time (Don Mills and Gateway), there were obscenities and finger gestures. I noticed them follow me into the 7-11 parking lot, still yelling. I decided not to stop at the that convenience store, driving straight through the parking lot and back onto Don Mills. I wasn't up to a confrontation.

All this rage for 15 to 30 seconds of time. I value my life, not somebody else's impatience.

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Impatience Department, Part 2: As usual, my bus into work was crowded this morning. The closer you get to Yonge, the larger the crowds. I often wonder if commuters at Redpath and Eglinton realize that they would be better off walking 5-10 minutes to Yonge than waiting the same amount of time or longer for a bus they can squeeze on or fight with the driver when they don't believe standing in the front doorway blocks the driver's view.

This morning, the bus had to stop at Redpath to let off a passenger, barely affecting the sardine can effect. There was no room to let anyone on in the front. One middle-aged office drone decided to try and slip in the back door, but the driver noticed and repeatedly asked him to get off (Eglinton buses don't run by the honour system). The passenger protested that he had his fare, but relented and got off, yelling "A**HOLE!" towards the front.

The bus pulled away.

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On a lighter note, this week's Torontoist post shows that the province has always been a little confused about TO. - JB