This is just my intuitive arrangement of all the PMs in my lifetime. The first two are grey because I was too young to pay attention. After that, apply any meaning you choose. Why should pundits and pollsters have all the fun?
Danica and I joined dozens of other lunatics on the beach boardwalk, hoping the clouds would part. No such luck and no Super Blood Moon for us. Balmy night for a stroll, though, and the sound of lapping waves was consolation enough.
We surprised Cheryl and Lloyd Cooke when we popped in to the opening of a group show Lloyd is participating in, along with 7 other artists. He didn’t know we knew about it.
The Ben Navaee Gallery is a small Leslieville art space with lofty goals. For Ben Navaee, the endeavour is a labour of love. His non-profit operation is supportive of artists, offers affordable contemporary art and opens its room for events and worthy causes.
We went to see what the buzz is about. Here’s what a million dollars just bought on the Beach’s Kippendavie Avenue.
Unoccupied for years, the house is unserviced and in total disrepair.
The new owner will incur demolition and removal expenses before getting down to what they really want … a lot that is about half a block from the park along Lake Ontario’s shore. The narrow lot backs onto another park/school playground.
It will be interesting to see what is built at 41 Kippendavie Avenue. I wonder how long it will take.
Back in the 1970s, Toronto Transit Commission engineers began struggling toward an audible public address system inside subway cars. Let’s listen to how they are doing. Recorded yesterday.
I have similar success with most pop lyrics.
Our trip today to see Marshall McLuhan’s old home was inspired by this Andrew Horne painting. It plays off a vintage photo of an old sign, but replaces the words with a quote from McLuhan’s The Medium is the Massage.
Signed, limited edition prints available at the Flying Pony Gallery/Café
Brian Hickey spotted a print of the painting in Andrew’s café and realized that it would be a perfect image-icon for changes his wife is implementing as new principal of her school. Jolanta agreed and bought one of the larger prints for her office wall.
Brian also mentioned that, as a young man driving a delivery truck, he had visited the McLuhan home on a few occasions. He didn’t remember the address exactly, but it was in Wychwood Park. Danica and I went to find it.
Brian might not recognize the place now. A helpful neighbour said it used to be white with a very traditional green trim. She also said we should note the carvings that have been done on the trunk of a dead tree by the driveway.
Around back, the house sports an added-on deck that McLuhan would never have seen, but might have liked. It offers a splendid view over a natural pond, fed by the underground Taddle Creek. The neighbour told us that a lad had released his pet turtle into the pond during WW I. It lived there for many decades, growing bigger and bigger, until it was removed to a sanctuary while the pond was cleaned up. It did not survive to return. Is the little turtle we saw a relative? Not likely. Someone probably put him/her in there. Pet goldfish are put in, too, and grow to be very large.
Anyway, that’s where Canada’s best-known media guru used to live. Not too shabby. You’d never know that it was smack in the middle of urban Toronto, near Bathurst and Davenport.
Wychwood Park consists of private yards and houses, heavily treed and gardened, but without fences and sidewalks. Winding asphalt streets are open for the public to walk through. The area has been described as a gated community where the gates are open. It would be a lovely place to live, but extremely expensive to buy into. Homes come on the market rarely. McLuhan’s present owner purchased the house about 7 years ago. We were told who it is, but why intrude on their privacy?