Blogging is for Dandies

Have wars been fought over coffee? I'm sure they have. I think I would rather fight for coffee, over diamonds or oil, or religion for that matter. I don't think I love anything as much as that last sip-- brown sugar dripping painfully slowly down the side of the mug. Waiting for it to hit your tongue is like waiting for a kiss. I know, I'm a loser.

I wish I could marry coffee. If coffee was a person, it would be tall and slim, loyal but not whipped, sarcastic and sensitive, sexy and funny enough to make you choke on your beverage every now and then. Go on, argue with me. You know it's true.

Overheard at Ideal coffee on Nassau the other day:

"GO AHEAD TOYOTA! GO AHEAD NISSAN!!!!" -Angry driver who proceeded to back all the way down the street, honking furiously.

"It's like a coffee bong" - Customer, in reference to the great cloud of smoke, billowing out from the coffee grinder inside Ideal.

"Lady" (the Kenny Rogers song)- as a merengue, and quite a catchy version, may I add.

a new gebinning

So welcome to the new regime. I totally stole the page source for this new template from my friend Paul. Thanks Paul.

Today I had coffee and a bagel in my new secondary hood, Roncie Village, where the boy has chosen to move. I am sure to be writing and posting lots of photos from that area soon, but for now, let me say "Alternative Grounds" fair-trade coffee house almost whups Ideal's ass. Not quite, but almost.

I have decided to put some of my thousands of pictures of Toronto to use. I am going to post one per week, little artfully selected bits of photos, and see if you can guess where/what they are. Yes, I read National Geographic for kids. So sue me.

Here, we'll start with an easy one:



Do you know what this is?

renovations

Excuse the weird images...I am trying to change the template of this blog...stay tuned!