The Lawyer

Another customer just went on a lawyer rant. Consisting of doing 5 (give or take) criminal cases, and if he looked aged.

The rant consisted of pieces relating to:

- A 6 month shirt is okay to wear for an accountant, but for a lawyer that shirt is considered old.

- Charter of Rights and Freedoms for Protection of ... lawyer's should have better health care protection.

- Who do the doctors call when they're in trouble.

- Farmers assist with births all the time but are unaccounted for. They bring baby cows to the world.

- Everytime you present your healthcard the doctor makes $70-80 regardless of even showing up for the appointment.

- One day, it'll be on the news, two lawyers duking it out for a case in the middle of a courtroom like two drug addicts for a rock of cocaine.

I suppose I could research into the depths of lawyer inequality.

Exploration - The Coach House

I have this customer who comes into the restaurant named Al. He really likes broccoli. He places his order and goes for 30-45 minute walks after ordering something simple like a Vegetable Fried Rice.
He has some of the most interesting ideas. Such as living on a boat. And some others I can't seem to recall at the moment, but when I do I am sure I will post about them.

This particular one is about the Coach House.

He previously mentioned it because Canadian author, Michael Ondaatje frequented the area of where the building is located.

I have no idea what my purpose for going is, but he told me to check it out but with the attitude that I have at work, which is obviously cool and nonchalant (partially joking, I'm an anxious mess most days).

This is Parkdale-tonian, Justin Rutledge playing my favourite song of his, which happens to be written with the help of Michael Ondaatje (In work citation to Globe and Mail article...). http://www.theglobeandmail.com/arts/music/justin-rutledge-teams-with-michael-ondaatje/article4314418/

Margaret Atwood actually tweeted recently about The Coach House. So that's like mad daps to the literary institution.

Women as Sexual Objects

Let's think about this some more sometime shall we.


http://thesocietypages.org/socimages/2012/07/02/sexual-objectification-part-1-what-is-it/

The Arts & Letters Club

Once upon a time, when I was in the midst of dropping out of Ryerson University. I received an invitation to attend at Philosophy event a The Arts & Letters Club. It revolved around Careers in Philosophy and had guest speakers with a background in philosophy. Ranging from principles to dancers. I wasn't so much interested in the idea of how to find a fulfilling career that enabled one to have a background in Philosophy, but I went nonetheless. I suppose I walked away with something more than I anticipated I would; partially relating to working in the real world with a philosophical outlook. What I really remember about the event was the venue itself. What a beautiful street this building was on. What a beautiful building it was. It was in the evening and the few streets along the side walks were lined with trees that had Christmas lights (it was before/after Christmas)intertwined with the branches.

Upstairs in the room where the event was being held had easels with various paintings done by unknown individuals propped up throughout the perimeter of the room. On a slanted wall next to a window, there were small branches with flower buds dangling from a knotted string held to the wall with a strip of tape (something I had not thought of to do as a way to dry flowers).

Peeking out the window was the beautiful Elm Street with the sight I described previously. It was in a location just a short distance from one of Canada's busiest intersections, but in this building, you would never guess it.

From what I recall of the interior as I headed up the stairs, it's vibe was something like guests should be wearing crested red/green velveteen blazers with a glass of Scotch in hand. The staircase was laid with velvet runner (possibly completely off), if memory serves me correctly. The floor boards were creaky wooden panels.

Everything about it was nostalgic and filled with that kind of old spirit that historic buildings left in their prime.

Hopefully I can revisit and see what the building's true purpose is.

Quick Wiki read about the building:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Arts_and_Letters_Club_of_Toronto


-Image courtesy of blogto.com

Found a blog: Toronto Star Columnist - Corey Mintz

Dericious.

http://porkosity.blogspot.ca/

History of ME!

100 years ago, my Great Great Grandfather came to Canada.
Majority of Chinese immigrants at the time were from Tai Shan

The Great Grandfather didn't bring family over.
Great Grandmother was murdered because someone was jealous because someone was sending money from overseas.
Communists went for anyone who had money, so it was during the Communist Revolution.

Passive Aggressive Mom Part I

INT. Evening - Communal dining table.


*Makes experimental Pad Thai to replicate the one from Sukhothai. Starts mowing down.*

What kind of noodle is that? (She's worked here long enough to know)
Is that Shanghai Noodle? Korean Noodles? (Since when do we run a Korean restaurant, for that to even be a possibility)
Does it taste good?

*Waving her over inviting her to taste*

No, I'm okay.

Subtext: That looks good, I don't want to outright ask if I can have some, but I want you to force feed me it.

*Pushes plate towards her.*

*Starts eating it.*

*Complains.*



The End.