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St. Clair: Russell Hill

28 May

Part five of this many.

Russell Hill
How to observe a painting (or, two planes of stripes, one yellow and one red, drawn in perspective and receding in opposite directions), 2010
Artist: Kristin Peterson

This one said it was an opportunity to document how our elusive pictoral techniques alter how we perceive the world. I know. Totally pretentious. Plus, who the dude is going to remember that title?

Anyways, I liked this one because we used to live on Russell Hill Road the summer we both spent in Ottawa. It was a crazy, fast, and hectic summer, and it was awesome.

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St. Clair: Dunvegan

25 May

Part four. Click here for the other three!

Dunvegan Road
Meeting, 2010
Artist: Panya Clark Espinal

Ennnnnnh we don’t really remember this one. We did write it down, but it’s a bit indecipherable, and in addition, He said it wasn’t as interesting as the others. Sorry!

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St. Clair: Avenue

22 May

Part three of a million. Click here for more streetcar art.

Avenue Road
Scenic Route, 2010
Artist: Carlo Cesta

This one I like more in the concept as compared to the actual art. It’s a cool idea, and yes, it looks cool too, I think I would just like it more if there was colour incorporated.

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St. Clair: Deer Park Crescent

19 May

The second entry on He and I’s massive walk down St. Clair Avenue to capture the interesting public art on the streetcar stops – we made it!

Deer Park Crescent
Constructions, 2010
Artist: Cybele Young

This one was pretty cool. It was all about paper constructions that came from a walk around the area. It’s also the streetcar stop right across from my first apartment in Toronto, at 64 St. Clair Avenue West. That was a beautiful apartment, but it had mice, and for a girl that owned rats, that was not cool. Not cool.

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Guest Blog: A Single’s Insights Into Him and Her and Being Single

15 Feb

I know Her because I work with Her. I know Him because of Her. I know after having drinks with them last night that they are perfect for one another.

It’s those small nauseating feelings one can get when sitting at a table with a long-time couple as they reminisce about someone’s certain hand flaying rat dances which the other finds so endearing.   *sigh It must be a rat dance only a mother could love only your partner could love.

As the dawn of Valentine’s Day soon approaches, and as I a single friend of Her, I wonder cynically, is everyone in a relationship?!

If all your friends are in a relationship, which is the case with all the coworkers in my team, then are you an outcast? The answer is no. Despite all of your coworkers receiving flowers to their desks and planning elaborate Valentine weekends away on top of snow peaks. This is what you still have. Yes, you the single person.

  • The ability to admire your friend’s relationships. Such is the case with Him and Her. She indulgences me with the sweet details of their courtship, conflicts and triumphs. (Not in an annoying T.M.I way)
  • The ability to share raunchy single stories with your couple friends. Maybe make them a bit jealous. [Sidenote from Her: She is definitely jealous]
  • No strings attached carefree demeanor. (Not to be confused with the latest Ashton Kutcher movie)
  • The hope of meeting Mr. or Miss. Right.

With this I say Happy Valentine’s Day to all the Singles out there. Especially singles with a lot of couple friends. And remember that Sunday, February 13th is Singles Appreciation Day. (S.A.D)

Ox Michou


Date Night #2

26 Jan

This date had been in the mix for awhile. As mentioned awhile back, we had a gift card for the Old Spaghetti Factory, one of our favorite restaurants. I mean seriously, what’s not to love? Free bread, delicious pasta, and a $2 corking fee on Tuesday nights? We’re there!

Interjection – totally just realized that our only other Date Night post is also about the Old Spaghetti Factory. But seriously, free bread. I’m not embarrassed at all.

We’ve known about this $2 corking fee for some time now, but this was the first time we’ve been able to put it into action. So at 5 p.m. sharp, He went to buy our advance tickets to the movie we were seeing after TOSF, and I went to the LCBO by the Yonge/Bloor subway to grab a bottle of wine for us. After some seriously depressing searching (hardly any bottles of white with Air Miles), I finally found a bottle for $7.95 that had five airmiles. Sold. It will inevitably be received here later.

We met at the resto with the intention of pretending it was our first date. Aw, supercute! We kind of forgot about it though, until 20 minutes in my coworker texted me as my get-off-the-hook-pretend-it’s-a-car-crash phone call. It was pretty funny. We had our awesome pasta, free bread (two loaves) and our salads. BUT NOT OUR WINE.

They changed the corking fee! Apparently it wasn’t just on Tuesday’s, it was everyday, but no one was using it, so they turned it back into their old fee of $10 to uncork it! The guy, Joel, asked if we wanted to pay that fee, but seriously, do I look like the kind of girl who’s going to be late for dinner in order to find a cheap bottle of wine that costs $8 and comes with Air Miles, just to pay MORE to uncork it than the bottle of wine cost itself? I don’t think so brosef.

So we sucked it up and got the bucket of five beers for $15. Still not a bad deal, but not what we were expecting. Old Spaghetti Factory, you’ve let us down. You’re lucky we don’t have any more gift cards…

During dinner I received a phone call from Queen’s Alumni Relations a.k.a. Queen’s Alumni Please-Give-Us-Your-Money-You-Graduated-A-Year-Ago-What-Don’t-You-Have-Lots Relations. They almost get me because they’re so damn nice and inquiring as to details of my life that no one else cares about. But no, I will not give you my $20.09. Even if it is cute to ask for money in the year I graduated.

We went to the Rainbow Cinema, a neat little spot that He has been after me to go to for some time. It was a neat theatre, and we saw True Grit for only $5 each. Not terrible at all.

I know True Grit got a buttload of Oscar nom’s and all, but I don’t really care. It was a good movie though, although (spoiler), it would have been nice if SOMEthing nice happened at the end, you know? Plus, I don’t like when animals die in films. It’s not their fault. While the movie was good, I kind of like the trailer more. It’s funny, because the thing I told Him that I liked about the movie most was that they had funny parts in it. I mean, just because you’re on a quest to avenge your father’s death doesn’t mean someone can’t tell a decent joke on the way, am I right? The trailer has none of that funny stuff, but I still think it’s really good.

Good Date Night over all though. A friend of ours was even at the theatre, sitting next to us. We haven’t seen him since Queen’s, so it was nice to run into him. He’s really tall, and I forgot that until he stood up next to me.

PLUS – we still have a bottle of wine to drink!

Sunday Dinner: Erotic Steaks & Mashed Potatoes

24 Jan

Sunday Dinner. The meal where you break out the big boys and get down and dirty. Where you use the strainer instead of just kind of pouring out the water while using the spoon to prevent macaroni falling everywhere. Where you cut the potatoes on a cutting board, instead of just on the counter like normal. Where you use the garlic press – just because you can.

He and I usually make pretty decent dinners throughout the week, but Sunday is when we like to make something that takes a little more grunt work. Usually we’ve just gone shopping and buy something awesome (and on sale) to make, but since Sunday was ass-cold, we decided to rough it and use what we had.

Luckily, we had a giant steak from the St. Lawrence Market, where we went yesterday afternoon with my Olds. Seriously, this mother was as big as my face.

While I’m more into “experimental” cooking, He is big on cookbooks, especially one His mother gave us called “Quickies,” from Chatelaine or something. There was a recipe in there he tried awhile ago called “Lusty Steaks.” I, too was pretty excited about it, until I realized it called for Roquefort Cheese. Actually, I was still fine at that point – when I said no dice was when he brought the cheese home and I realized it was one of those gross moldy cheeses. I really don’t understand why people eat stuff that on any other food (and definitely still on cheese) you throw away. Anyway.

With it being way too cold to BBQ, he conceded to let me cook his man meat inside, which meant cooking it my way. Score! I enjoy experimenting with meat, and decided to try my own variation of Lusty Steaks – Erotic Steaks. A little garlic powder, oregano, bread crumbs, worcestershire sauce, parsley, salt, ground pepper, and to top it all off, a little two-year-old aged cheddar cheese. Perfect.

Just realized that the cheese looks like butter in this photo – probably also super delicious.

While I was working on the steak, He was preparing his vegetables. Since I like very few things that grow, according to my colleague Michelle anyway, we have to cook these separately so that no vitamins or healthy mineral stuff will touch my food. However, He did a great job chopping vegetables, and henceforth deserves his due:

So that I wouldn’t be stuck eating about 3 pounds of pure beef, I also fired up some mashed potatoes. Actually, because the steak was about 5 inches thick, we just boiled potatoes in water for a realllly long time while the steak cooked. I felt like I was in 19th century Ireland.

Anyways, after about 3 days, the meat thermometer finally said that we wouldn’t die if we ate the steak. So we finished up the mashed potatoes and threw them in to broil in the oven to obtain that crispy top flavour that The Keg does so nicely on their twice-baked potatoes.

All in all, this meal gets an A+. The sexual innuendos I’ve thrown in receive an B .

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We’re Not Alone

1 Dec

Dating someone – and living with them – means that you’re not alone. You cook together, clean together, meet up unexpectedly on the subway and grocery shop on the way home together – everything.

So what do you do when due to some alignment of the planets… you are alone?

It’s great sometimes – it truly is. And Him and I have managed to find a few moments every evening when we have our alone time. Me upstairs, working on the laptop or figuring out a craft or two, and Him downstairs religiously checking soccer blogs.

But it always feels so… lonely.

As much as I love being alone and I cherish the time I get to be by myself, I’m always eager for Him to come upstairs so we can do our own separate activities… but you know, together.

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