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Watch out for Lindi Ortega

I’ve seen Lindi Ortega twice now — once at the Cameron House opening for Emma Lee, and then again tonight at a house concert (literally in someone’s living room) where she played many of the same songs.

Holy shit.

Like seriously, for a guy who listens mostly to extreme metal, experimental compositional sludge, and electronic to rave about someone who describes herself as a mix between “Dolly Parton and Johnny Cash”, there must be something going on here.

If you get a chance to see her in concert, do it and bring all your friends, for serious.

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Courting the Dark Horse at dawn

This morning on my walk to work, I stopped in at the Dark Horse espresso bar on Queen east. Von, the owner of Bisogno, actually encouraged me to try them out.

The place is pretty cool lookin, but Bisogno has cooler books. Also, the people behind the counter weren’t the friendliest, but it was just a little after 7am and I can’t imagine that I was all that cordial myself. Nor was I very coherent — after I ordered my single espresso, I ran to the washroom and then remembered that I had to keep walking. So, I came out and asked if I could have my order to go. I mean, what a stupid thing to say — you can snort an espresso through your nose in 5 seconds if you need to. So, I am going to reserve judgment on staff friendliness until I get a sample encounter when I am not obviously being a dumbass.

Anyhow, the coffee itself was freaking awesome, pretty much on par with any of the blends I’ve had at Bisogno. I still like Bisogno better, though. I mean, Von has Gödel, Escher, Bach and a history of the Medici family in his bookshelf. It’s hard to beat that.

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Redux on cycling in Toronto

I don’t consider myself to be much of a cyclist. However, I do tend to use my bicycle as my primary means of locomotion, and I’ve done so in Vancouver, the Bay Area, and now in Toronto (and the suburbs thereof), so I guess I have a smidge more experience than most.

My initial observations about being a cyclist in downtown Toronto, in comparison to other places? In Vancouver and the Bay Area, the infrastructure for cyclists was pretty good. It was the drivers you had to look out for. (This may have been my inexperience as well, but I don’t think it was entirely so.) Vancouver, in particular, was somewhat harrowing: I was hit from behind by a car while I was _stopped_ at a red light. The driver subsequently drove off while I screamed at him through a red haze and hurled rocks at his rear windshield. It was pretty awesome.

In Toronto, I personally have found the drivers to be good about cyclists. Sure, you get your occasional road-rager, and the cabbies treat you no differently than a similar volume of air, but by-and-large folks are pretty respectful. Even the infrastructure is decent — there are lots of side streets for you to take, and bike parking is especially easy to find. The city supplied bike-parking poles that you find everywhere are far superior to your average bike rack.

The hard part about cycling in Toronto, in my opinion, is the quality of the streets themselves. Many of them are cracked, completely uneven, sometimes even unfinished (the other day I almost hit a partially-removed island coming over the Bloor viaduct) and frequently contain “potholes” with diameters and depths that must be measured in feet and fathoms, not inches.

Then there are the streetcar rails. I find these to be a huge pain, although I’m getting better at it. Still, whenever I go over a rail cloverleaf on my roadie, I can feel my brain trying to unravel the seemingly Moebian geometry of the whole mess as I clip over it at a cautious 10kph. Even if you don’t get your front tire caught, the rails are quite slippery in wet weather.

Cyclists themselves seem to be a bit more clueless in this city, as well. I frequently find people riding _against_ traffic (even in the bike lane), which invariably triggers my filthy-pirate-mouth reflex. And I see many folks with iPods stuck in their heads while they pedal along, especially if they’re cycling on the sidewalk (*veinpop*). And what’s with all the bell dinging? Whenever I’ve cycled in other places, if a cyclist was going to pass you, she’d just call out something like “on your left”. If I hear a bell ding, how am I supposed to distinguish if it’s a bicycle, a streetcar, or some kid with a new toy that miraculously does not require batteries?

Rereading that, it only seems to _border_ on ranting, so I’ll leave it as-is. However, I think this is a good place to stop. The gist of what I’m trying to say is that, despite my rash of negativity there at the end, I don’t think Toronto is really as bad of a city for cyclists as I’ve heard many people claim. I’m pretty happy with it so far! Smoother roads, railless streetcars, and smarter cyclists would make me happier, and I think that at least some of these things are being worked on already (check out Metronauts), which is cool by me.

Bisogno = omg espresso

When I moved back to Toronto, it occurred to me that I’d never really _lived_ in the city before. I’ve thus resolved to be a tourist in my own city, because I hardly know it at all. So, I’ll be scribbling down brief blurbs about the places that really stick out in my mind as I stumble across them.

Bisogno was one of the first “holyshits” I had in Toronto. It’s a little coffee shop just south of Adelaide on Sherbourne, where I have taken to doing my weekly catch-up reading each Tuesday at noon. Von (?), the owner, takes it upon himself to learn all of his customer’s names, and to introduce them to one another. Very community oriented guy, it seems. The biggest seating section at Bisogno is communal as well — it’s a big, antique-looking dining table.

But the main attraction for me at Bisogno is the espresso. Three different kinds (of which the third is my favorite, although I can’t remember the name), all brewed such that there is a crema on top that looks like sweet beige magma. I’m certainly not an espresso connoiseur, but I’ve ordered hundreds of them now and this beats the snot out of anything that I even had in Florence during my month there.

(Edit: I think I remembered the name of my favourite espresso variety — 49th Parallel?)

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