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Canada Day

There’s a huge gulf between the reconciliation steps suggested here and the Canadian government plan to offer official apologies served on a platter of get-over-it.

The two stances seem irreconcilable to me, but it doesn’t hurt to know where everybody is coming from. Well, actually, it does hurt. The question is, can we get better?

Wouldn’t you know it …

The idea was to celebrate Canada’s 150th, using the 506 streetcar line as a unifying symbol. So the TTC pulls the streetcars to do work on the route and substitutes boring buses.

Never mind. Karen Franzen’s concept is still intact and her fellow creatives continue to support it. The 506 line ties Toronto’s east and west together, sometimes in a rickety, ad hoc way, but hey, we’re still together.

Gerrard Art Space (GAS) has a 506 show on now.

Grace Law’s large banner collage is one of the pieces we liked best. It’s full of personal history and, at the same time, the content is familiar to all 506 riders.

Click here for a bigger image.

From the Artist’s Statement:
“I have lived at both ends of the line since early childhood, and currently find myself taking it to work and home every day.”

Here is Grace Law’s Facebook page on the project.

No Frills: A few months to go

From the back parking lot

Danica clambered atop a massive concrete block to get you a view of the local No Frills supermarket in its present state. Rumours that reopening may not happen until December seem well-founded.

I zoomed in for a closer look, but at ground level.

To its credit, the company continues to provide free shuttle service to the next-nearest No Frills at Carlaw and Gerrard. We’re getting used to using it.

So close, you can taste it

According to the Facebook page: Retail store opening tomorrow July 1st. 11am-11pm. 242 Coxwell Ave. Toronto. 3 beers. All cans. All 355ml.

No word yet about table-service time, but it must be very close. The front patio has its railing and a couple of picnic benches. Inside looks almost ready, too.

Plumbing adds to my data plume

Every flush, bath, shower, washing and sip is metered now. Every 6 hours, water consumption measurements are transmitted, stored, graphed and posted to the internet. Ditto, our electrics, gas, taxes, our entertainment, pills, investments, appointments and library books. Not to mention blogging.

Our images are recorded and stored as we walk, drive or ride. Torrents of trivia whiz from devices to towers. Each purchase produces an explosion of data … what we bought, when, where, how we paid, if we paid, how much interest we owe, how many bonus points we get.

Industrial Age smoke and chemical streams turned out to be a bad thing. I wonder about our obsessive data production. Is it pollution?

Lots to see at the Blue Crow

I dropped in to the Blue Crow Gallery today, to see art that Karen Bell told me about … her friend Borge Jorgensen is showing there now.

Good timing, because a big, new group show was just going up on the walls.

The Canada 150 show will be up from July 1st to July 31st, but go to the reception if you can. The one’s I’ve been to have been well attended and fun.

Borge Jorgensen is a whimsical, witty Dane who came to Canada 50 years ago. He makes colourful sculptures out of found materials, modified with plaster of paris and paint. While they are easy to enjoy at a glance, closer views expose a clever mind at work. Jorgensen’s style is distinctive and his output, impressive. He’s not 90 yet … but about as close as you can get.

I hesitate to mention Jorgensen’s age because, although it’s an interesting fact, it has no bearing on his art. It is sophisticated, competent work in its own right, an expression of a certain unique genius.

Thanks for the heads-up, Karen.

Peeping Marks

Danica was doing some online shopping the other day and soon received this, via her email subscription.

It wouldn’t be funny if it weren’t obviously sent by a mindless adbot. A human had to think up the copy, though, and didn’t think through the applications of the message.

I like to give my name to data-collecting marketers as “Sucker Andersen”, just for the fun of receiving ads that begin with “Hi, Sucker”.