grateful (COUNT=1526)

i++ Xmas lights @ Brookfield Place (like fireflies)

i++ Weekend coffee date @ Sumach Espresso

i++ Tuesday morning coffee date @ Versus

i++ Catching up with Elizabeth @ Sud Forno (luv cafeteria style)

i++ Celebrating Mum’s bday @ Cherry Street BBQ

i++ He sent me this Kumamon picture!

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Saturday
Him: Is it raining outside?
Me: O let’s go for a womantic coffee date!

Toronto is one of those (slightly) dysfunctional places where a little rain creates little oceans around the curb. By the end of the coffee date, my shoes were in the same condition as that day when we walked around cape lookout along the Oregon Coast (see picture above).

As we sat outside Rooster Coffee drinking cortado (as always) watching the reflections of the headlights, a pink balloon floated across Jarvis Street.

i++ Rooster Coffee Jarvis
i++ Headlights
i++ Pink Balloon
i++ The Rain
i++ Little Oceans

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mountaintop skating, the windiest spot in toronto, and perhaps fireflies

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In 2016, I celebrated my birthday at Black Sheep Inn and experienced a swirling sensation as we hiked the Quilotoa Loop. Our destination seemed well within reach but the path was obscured by the multitude of valleys between here and there. Then the low clouds came in and the lay of the land became even more mystifying.

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In 2018, how shall I celebrate my birthday? Well, birthdays are about believing in magic and magic is especially important in February, which may feel like the darkest and coldest month.

Option A: mountaintop skating because everything is more magical on top of a mountain

Option B: finding the windiest spot in Toronto for kite flying because life is about having a long volatility strategy

Option C: watching the night sky and believing that the stars are perhaps fireflies hovering just out of reach

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img src=Milliman Forum Nov 16, 2005 (wow twelve years) (trying to remember what it was like being twenty-two)

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i++ Weekend stay with both sets of parents @ summit haven surrounded by pine forest; the magic of a tentative step on layers of pine needles

i++ Dundurn Castle, which is not actually a castle but impressive nonetheless due to our great guide

i++ Dinner @ Aberdeen Tavern

i++ Drinks @ Collective Arts (picture below) (guava beer eh)

i++ Waterfall hikes (dad picture above)

harvest moon rising (COUNT=1483)

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last night
turning from Pacific Avenue unto Bloor Street
we saw the harvest moon rising
(here is a crappy snapshot)
(maybe too many people are posting too many beautiful photos)
i++

before that
grilled octopus + moscato @ bricco
(a note on notes of lychee
sometimes when I read this in a magazine
i wonder if it’s a nice way of saying smells like canned fruit
but this is the real thing)
i++

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before that
armed n simcoe @ rainhard brewing
notes of real lychee
(simcoe may just be the most interesting hop in the world)
i++

before that
mjolk
(best way to travel to japan without getting on an airplane)
i++

before that
propeller coffee
(always a good way to start a long weekend)
i++

proof by infinite descent (COUNT=1153)

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  • Snowflakes descending on BCE place: “Drawing from the other artworks in the series, Flurry takes its inspiration from the iconic architecture of Brookfield Place and from recurring patterns in nature. In Flurry, each snowflake is shaped through a deconstruction of the Galleria’s structural columns – the familiar Y shapes are combined and reconfigured to create 6-sided snowflakes, and highlight a conceptual connection between the fractal geometry of the building to that of trees and crystals in nature.”
  • Listening to Gerald Clayton play Oscar Peterson @ Koerner Hall

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The lights of Copacabana Bolivia

Offer letter went in so lots of time this weekend to sort Bolivia photos, read poetry and slow dance “with my confusion” (to kpop) la la la

Ode to Broken Things

“Let’s put all our treasures together
— the clocks, plates, cups cracked by the cold —
into a sack and carry them
to the sea
and let our possessions sink
into one alarming breaker
that sounds like a river.
May whatever breaks
be reconstructed by the sea
with the long labor of its tides.
So many useless things
which nobody broke
but which got broken anyway”