7.23 The Wake
7.21 Make Stuff
A couple of weeks ago, I went out on a snowy and brisk afternoon to partake in the tradition of Sunday brunch with a great friend. We settled on an Irish pub down the street from me. It's a big place and we like to sit around for a couple of hours after filling our gullets, sipping on coffee refills and talking about life stuff. Three things that simply cannot be accomplished at places where the servers - understandably - want you to leave, to be replaced by other brunch-illiterati.
During about our fifth refill of coffee, we noticed the pub was getting unusually busy for such a snowy afternoon. Then someone took to the small makeshift stage where local Irish folk singers entertained the weekday customers. "Thank you for coming this afternoon," the man said. "I'm sure Cindy would have been so happy to see all of you here."
My friend and I looked at each other. We were at a wake.
7.20 Widows & Divorcees
The world kind of sucks right now. This is an understatement, I know. On November 9th, I shut most things off. There was just too much noise going on and to be honest, I’m wondering what to even believe anymore. Prior to November 9th, I certainly did not think that a porn star getting barred from Twitter because of a Nazi salute would be something trending on social media. Perhaps I’m still in my bubble, but I thought we could somehow find common ground in agreeing that this kind of behaviour is not acceptable. This is the world we live in now.
When I said that I shut most things off, I don’t regard this as retreating. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about what artists do in times like these. I think they do what Brandon Victor Dixon on stage after a performance of Hamilton.
7.19 Hauntings of High Park
If you've been wondering and can't tell from some of these blog postings, I'm single and have been single for far too long. At a Stories We Don't Tell event in the summer that I hosted, the general theme revolved around jokes about how lonely I've become. There's no use sitting around moping, you might as well laugh at our sadness, right? Um...right?
I've had that bug lately. That feeling when I went out to a social engagement and think, Maybe I'll meet THE person of my dreams tonight. And I get all excited and slowly as the night progressed, the excitement turned into dread as I realized once again that she was not here. I understand this creates an aura of desperation around me and I am okay with that.
This entry is a transcript of the Dore's Open event Hauntings of High Park. This originated as a ghost walking tour and is featured on an episode of the Open Kwong Dore Podcast. The tour has seven stories that are detailed below. Included is a map of High Park and you can either use this transcript or the podcast episode as an audio guide through the woods of High Park in Toronto...if you dare!
Click here for the audio guide on the Open Kwong Dore Podcast.