Reviewing some old pieces, I’ve come to the conclusion that my writing is better when I’m living in Nova Scotia.
Walking down the street tonight, my load was perfectly balanced left to right. A hockey team, a double date, and two candies from a like mind. The trees on Elm Street were all lit up in blue.
I couldn’t see my breath, but the air was just like I remember it. With no gloves on, you’re that much more away of how sharp it is; of how sharp life is. The city sky never seems to go dark, and while there’s something to fear about that, there’s also something to embrace.
There’s a song that always makes me smile, and as it played in my ear tonight, I realized how easily I fall in love.
I went to see the Pixies last night. It was loud, and crowded, and far away. And it was a lot of fun.
Live webcam of the building I’m working in right now.
A lot of my life is centred on radio these days. You can check out my new radio blog.
I’ve actually been thinking of doing something similar myself. A radio blog about what I’ve been listening to, what I’ve been reading, who I’m pitching to. I could tell people about my exploits trying to break into the public broadcasting world. Half-editorial, half-autobiographical.
But… Tod Maffin is an established broadcaster. He can send people tips about freelance opportunities without worrying about his own job. If I did the same thing, would I only be creating competition for myself? Maybe I just have to convince myself that the free flow of information is a good thing.
So what do I think? Is this a good idea? Dan’s Radio Blog (I need a better name) — charting a young man’s quest to become a radio superstar. Featuring links to and thoughts about all the best public and community radio you’ve never heard.
An early Saturday morning, arriving at the CBC at 9:00 to sit in on two regional newscasts, plus World Report. Met Dwight Smith, who I learned is from Halifax and now just lives down the street from me.
The Toronto International Film Festival wound up today. Compliments of Tristan, I saw Spike Lee’s pilot Sucker Free City at the Varsity at 3:00, then The Rowdyman at the Cumberland at 7:45. Gordon Pinsent was there, and I shook his hand.
A funny and sweet text message from Kate. Then, a drink and french fries at Mick E. Fynn’s.
This time last year, I would have been hating that I like it here.
Walking home on a warm September evening, I realized I’m exactly where I should be right now. Not necessarily where I want to be, but where I should be.
Folks back home are sick.
I can see you blossoming.
Well, I’m back in Toronto, living seventeen floors above Jarvis Street. All my classes seem interesting, and my audio production classes are going to be absolutely incredible. They’re exactly what I want to be doing.
My boxes, which were supposed to arrive before I did, came late. We had no internet for the first week. My pillows are still at Liz’s, where I left a bunch of things over the summer. I’ve spent too many hours at IKEA.
But I have a bed. I have two really cool roommates, and a beautiful view. Things are good.
Apparently Shelly Burgoyne lives just down the street. Tomorrow is the Cabbagetown Festival giant yard sale. Perhaps I’ll give her a call.
I think the first thing my sister did on her new computer was log on to MSN. Watching her do this, I suggested that she add me to her list.
She replied, “OK, but I’ll have to delete some people first.”
“How come?” I asked.
“There’s a limit,” she said, “a hundred and fifty.”
I had no clue. Apparently Microsoft has a cap on the number of contacts you’re allowed to have on your MSN list. And I got to thinking, “How many people are on mine?”
I checked. Eighty-four. Which I find incredible, because there are maybe four or five people that I talk to regularly on the computer. When I’m in school, that number jumps to maybe ten or twelve. So do I really need to have eighty-four people on my MSN list? Where did all these people come from?
So here’s what I’m going to do. Over the next few weeks, as they come online, I’m going to make an effort to contact everyone on my MSN list. I’m going to find out what they’re doing (both in their lives and on my computer). And if it’s interesting enough, I’m going to pitch the idea to DNTO or Next or something.
The Internet gives people a great way to communicate, but lots of people (including me) don’t. And like the people we’ve left behind in real life, the people who have become strangers in our lives, we end up with strangers on our computers, with little windows popping up once in a while to remind us of the silence.