A Tale of Two Shitties: Part 2
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- May 15, 2008
Spacial relationships are entirely different in Toronto than in Vancouver. Most of the Lower Mainland's rapid transit is based on the suburbs, so there is a north-south dynamic that entirely leaves out the downtown core/Broadway-UBC corridor. Its as though the Go Train was our only mass transit. We have no subway, so to walk for half an hour is not considered far. The conversion of brownstones into duplexes have allowed the city develop in a more dense, organic, community oriented manner; there are no front lawns and everything looks like it has been slowly added to, giving it a strange look. The resulting network of neighbourhoods makes up the city as a whole. On our first day it seemed every single neighbour was out of their house discussing their new gigantic recycling bins. Speaking of recycling, not only are TO's bins the size of Tie Domi, but they also have composting. And they have these monstrous public garbage/paper/cans bins everywhere. Toronto also appears to be a pretty good town to ride bikes in, but that's mostly because its flat.
The unique spacial orientation of the city owes much to its history henceforth Toronto preserves much of its architecture. Meanwhile Vancouver's post-modern, green-glass, California condo nightmare stands in stark contrast to the old-town, hand-built-brick neoclassical Canadian look and feel of Hogtown. Sure, they have a giant ridiculous space donut in the sky, the cracks are showing and the ROM is a bit of a mess (37 dollars for one student and one adult? Maybe try painting the unfinished drywall) but with the OCAD, the post and beam marvel in Wychwood Park, the Distillery, Pearson, the upcoming art barn on Christie, The U of T, the amazing unforced character of Kensington Village, Toronto's architecture puts Vancouver to Shame. Basically its a great, big city (with big city problems). And if "Toronto has become a sprawling metropolis in which stunning private affluence stands beside a deteriorating public infrastructure", the schizophrenic symptoms of Vancouver's psyche are far more severe.
Spacing Magazine is perhaps the ultimate guide to discovering the more subtle elements of psycho-geography in Toronto. On my first day I walked into Mirvish Books in the Annex and bought the new copy. Meanwhile, if you were out at night and looking for a show, there were two half decent free weekly's, The Now and The Eye, although the latter is owned by Torstar, if that means anything.
Also, you can't change the words of this LCD Soundsystem song from New York to Torono, but you can with Vancouver. Try it.
New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down
New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down
Like a rat in a cage
Pulling minimum wage
New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down
New York, you're safer
And you're wasting my time
Our records all show
You are filthy but fine
But they shuttered your stores
When you opened the doors
To the cops who were bored
Once they'd run out of crime
New York, you're perfect
Don't please don't change a thing
Your mild billionaire mayor's
Now convinced he's a king
So the boring collect
I mean all disrespect
In the neighborhood bars
I'd once dreamt I would drink
New York, I Love You
But you're freaking me out
There's a ton of the twist
But we're fresh out of shout
Like a death in the hall
That you hear through your wall
New York, I Love You
But you're freaking me out
New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down
New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down
Like a death of the heart
Jesus, where do I start?
But you're still the one pool
Where I'd happily drown
And oh.. Take me off your mailing list
For kids that think it still exists
Yes, for those who think it still exists
Maybe I'm wrong
And maybe you're right
Maybe I'm wrong
And myabe you're right
Maybe you're right
Maybe I'm wrong
And just maybe you're right
And Oh..
Maybe mother told you true
And they're always be something there for you
And you'll never be alone
But maybe she's wrong
And maybe I'm right
And just maybe she's wrong
Maybe she's wrong
And maybe I'm right
And if so, is there?
front page image by Christine Mullen on the Spacing photoblog










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