Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Spring Is Sprung.

It's nice that Southern Ontario follows the calender for seasons. Once the calender says it's a season, it is that season.

The crocuses have come and gone, and now daffodils are out. A lot of tulips are almost up, and forsythias are in bloom. Once in a while, you'll go by a bed of hyacinths and catch that great smell.

This morning it was raining, and it smelled like a spring in England - cold and humid.

I spoke to the super at a nearby apartment building (they had recently laid a new driveway with bricks and there was a stack of leftover bricks by the back door), and I'm going to start ferrying home a brick or two a day. I want to build up a garden bed in the back yard.

I want to put in

(of course) tomatoes
mint
basil
sweet peas
snow peas
garlic
zuchinni?
cosmus

There's a big maple in the neighbour's backyard, which apparently blocks out most of the light and sucks all the moisture out of the ground. This year's garden could be a challenge.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

The Wagon Trail.

The modern version of the Mormon wagon trail is the TTC Pape and Don Mills 25 bus that I have to take to volunteer every week.

It's a long bus ride - 25-30 minutes. I usually read or listen to music.

Somehow, though, it is the main artery of the Mormon Missionary Corridor.

Missionaries get on the bus with the express purpose of chatting to commuters about their faith. It's a captive audience.

In January, I spoke with Elder Clift, a Mormon missionary into his second year of the manditory two-year missionary service. He had his tandem missionary partner with him too, but after boring him for 10 minutes about the frustrations of studying world religions at a graduate level, he was looking over my shoulder at other people who don't know anything about his faith.

Two weeks ago, another missionary got on, solo, but I was boxed in at the back and he didn't get to me.

Today, on the ride home, there were five (!) missionaries standing on the east side of Don Mills road, but I was going south, so I thought I was safe. No. One stop later, four clean-cut (Brigham) young men got on my bus.

I got off at the next stop and waited for the next bus.

I don't have a problem with the Church of Mormon (especially if the ones I saw looked like this), and I don't really have much of a problem with their missionary journeys - in fact, I think it's a great feature to strengthen one's faith - but I just didn't have the energy to talk to folks who might want to educate me. I took multiple courses on North American New Religious Movements, so I'm good, thanks.

So, when I get gloomy and think about how fruitless my hard work for my Master's was, I can take comfort in knowing I know more about Mormons than the average person who rides the 25 bus.

And I guess I can bore Mormons.

Hot dog.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Mercy.

(click to enlarge - yeah!)



First Ned, now Ewan? I thought the secular world was supposed to seduce me away from the church, not the other way around!

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Jimmy Or Jeremy?

I loved Conan's show. Now he's done and Jimmy Fallon has taken up his mantle. I watched the first show, which was embarassingly awkward, but they've since become simply fantastic.

Jimmy's replayed every day at 5pm, so I've gotten accustomed to watching him.

Now comes my dilemma.

I've written about my love of Top Gear in the past. BBC Canada has switched around their schedule and the once-sporadic Top Gear is now on daily. At 5pm.

Sorry, Jimmy, but I've jumped the pond.

I may not always care about the cars they're reviewing, but I love the way those limey boys do it with style.