The Transit app's GO feature is a "game" where you help with their real-time data.
Life in my tiny apartment has been good.
The King St. Transit Pilot marks one year in existence, and I think it was a success at the outset.
In quick succession, I watched Manufactured Landscapes, Watermark, and Anthropocene.
Some reflections on the time spent alone in Canada's biggest and therefore best city.
It has been easy to forget about albums, the collection of songs that would encompass an entire CD, and vinyl and cassettes before that, with the fractured attention in the online era. It has also been easy to forget about record stores, since they have largely disappeared outside of the occasional vinyl record shop these days. Every now and then, an artist will promote their album, asking us to buy it on such and such a date, when I have, for a few years now, been a subscriber to Apple Music, giving me unlimited access to whatever they happen to have on file.
A new job in a new city made it difficult to find time to read books in the last couple of years. I set out to read from a book every day from now on.
Have I told you that I’m part of a baseball fantasy pool? While growing up, I played and watched baseball, and being one of the taller players, naturally I was assigned first base. I distinctly remember the time I sat on the family home’s deck and told my parents I wanted to focus on basketball instead, which was the right decision. I would cheer for the Blue Jays, and now that I think about it, the 1994 strike coupled with graduating high school and focusing on my floundering at university (which I would recover from), I lost interest.