Apr 1, 2010
Spacing magazine has launched their latest issue today and can be found on news stands at Book City or the University of Toronto Bookstore.
And guess what? My article on BookCrossing was published. So for all you folks who are interested in good ol’ me and issues concerning public space and culture, get your hands on a copy. This issue’s theme focuses on rules from jaywalking, panhandling, bike helmets, to smoking and other fuzzy areas. You’ll find other local peculiarities that Spacing doesn’t seem to run out of writing. Did you know that Toronto has a look out point? And who are those people who camp out at the Don River and call it home? That and a whole lot more- 78 pages of in depth articles for $8 can’t go wrong! Or better yet $29 for 6 issues!
Mar 22, 2010
(A facebook note that I wrote)
So I get a facebook “friend” request from a random dude who is in the network of T.dot musicians I have been tangled into lately. Not the type to start burning bridges before making them, I begrudgingly ‘accepted’ this request and wrote a funny little message to him about making his acquaintance in the real world some day (messaged through e-mail, not on his wall).
I thought nothing of it, and continued on with my life. But then the facebook invites began flooding into my account. I can appreciate getting updated with the happening’s of the local music scene, but I don’t like when friendship starts off with shameless self-promotion. It makes me feel kinda… used.
Not the type to crack under life’s small blows, I moved on. Then the other day I get a request to…. HIS FAN PAGE! What… The … Kazoo?!
I spared no second into rejecting it. The audacity of some people! “FAN!”?! I don’t even know the freakin’ guy!
So if you are that guy, just apologize and I will forgive you and perhaps our friendship will be saved.
Oh and since it is so trendy to self-promote, I will not limit this tale to my facbeook friends, I will broadcast it on the WORLD WIDE WEB! That’s right. You can read this story and more on my blog, http://www.vansooz.wordpress.com .
Mar 7, 2010
Persian new years is coming up, but to me the date signifies the 1st birthday of little Havij.
He was something we bought as part of customary Persian new years decoration. Like all the other goldfishes we bought every year he was supposed to die in a few weeks.
This year my mom thought it would be nice to add decorative rocks into the bowl. It turned out to be Havij’s saviour. Every time Havij detected movement, he would seek refuge under the rocks. For this reason he is still alive today. Happy Birthday Havij.
Mar 5, 2010
Today I was walking along the Annex, from a block away all I could hear was a wayyyy OUT OF TUNE guitar. OH my. I had to step in.
“Excuse me, can I tune your guitar?”
“Sure!” exclaimed the poofy blonde haired relic from the 60′s.
As I was tuning it up she felt compelled to tell her life story.
“I used to play a lot of shows back in the day and my boyfriend would tune up the guitar. I just got this guitar not too long ago. My son bought it for me,”
“Oh that was nice of him.” (maybe it might make the story more vivid if I mention it was a pretty cheap guitar, which would explain why it would keep falling out of tune.)
She continued, “yea and he bought it for me and said, ‘Mom, now you can go busking’ and here I am,”
“That’s awfully nice,”
And so she began strumming away at the guitar again. I peeked into her case and saw a toonie and a few quarters.
I thought nothing of it and went into Sobey’s. When I came out she was gone. I then saw her walking around with her boyfriend. No guitar playing. It was tuned for nothing. Or maybe she was taking a break.