Sunday, February 28, 2010


Just in case you've been living under a rock, Canada won the Men's Hockey Gold today at the 2010 Olympic Winter Games. Here's a video I shot this evening in my neighborhood in Toronto showing the celebration that took to the streets.

Edited to add:
The big party though was in our Downtown core. Here's my city singing our National Anthem during the medal ceremony. This intersection was complete celebratory chaos for hours. Wish I'd been there.

tall penguin

Monday, February 22, 2010


I was just sitting outside in the courtyard where I live, snow washing down from the sky. And I couldn't help but smile. Every moment of my life, every single moment has been wonderful. Whether sad or happy, heartbreaking or opening, it has been perfectly perfect, just as it was.

I looked up to the sky and wondered where these snowflakes have their beginning. Like us all, they come from the ether, from nothingness, from a beyond we cannot even comprehend. I wanted to share the moment with you all as best I can, so I took a video of the snow coming down.

Imagine yourself sitting. The air is still and crisp. You stare up at the sky and the large, cool flakes of snow shower you. Enjoy.

tall penguin

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Pigeon Rides The Subway...

This is a recent video taken by a transit rider here in my hometown, Toronto, Canada. That's one smart bird.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

In Praise of Slow...

I hate Winter. And Winter hates me. We've reached the point in our relationship where we no longer take our mutual hatred personally. We just stick it out together for five months and wait until Spring comes to bring us both back to life.

The thing I hate most about Winter is that it's usually just too cold to go walking. And I love to walk. In the Summer I walk for hours. In the Winter, I limit my walking drastically. I don't do much more than the five minute walk to my workplace and to the mall where I purchase my groceries and other necessities. Otherwise, I use transit.

I am a fast walker. A very fast walker. Many of my friends get annoyed with me because I walk so fast that they can't keep up. And in Winter, I walk even faster. But today, something told me to slow down. Instead of huffing it from the corner to home, I took my time. It was almost painful to walk so slow. My legs were doing a WTF. But they adjusted, and soon enough, I almost felt like I was floating. All of a sudden, everything around me became acutely vibrant. The cold wind on my face felt refreshing. The sky seemed vaster than ever. And the trees looked strikingly beautiful in their barrenness.

I've been in an existential funk for the past few days. Another thing I hate about Winter, it never fails to bring with it a lingering melancholy. I looked at the trees again. Trees don't get depressed in Winter. They don't long for the sun to return or lament their barrenness. Why? Because they don't have the consciousness that humans do. They don't reflect and wonder about meaning and purpose. They don't long for the past or yearn for the future. They don't feel depressed or happy or excited or fearful. They don't feel anything.

I've spent many years wishing I were less sentient, but today, today, I'm grateful for my ability to feel. I'm grateful for every moment of melancholy. I'm grateful for the barrenness I feel at this time of year. The Universe is incredibly random, but somehow, through eons of evolution, through time and space, I have come to be here. Alive. On this planet. I have the ability to feel, to think, to formulate ideas and opinions, to be happy or sad or melancholy or afraid or angry. I can experience life in a way that is unique. Somehow, that uniqueness became deeply apparent today on my slow walk home. And for the first time, it seemed like a good place to be. My life, as completely ridiculous and meaningless as it feels most days, is a unique, and dare I say, miraculous, prospect. Huh.

tall penguin

Saturday, February 6, 2010

That's How The Light Gets In...

"Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in."
~~Leonard Cohen, Anthem

There is perfection in the imperfect moments. The moments when his hair isn't quite right and she can't find the words and he steps on your feet and she snort laughs. Those perfectly delectable moments when you look around a group of friends and see nothing but beauty in every crazy bit of them. And you pause, and you breathe it all in, because you know that here, in the light and the laughter, is God. The only God worth knowing. And you send up a prayer to all that is to say YES. and OH MY. and THANK YOU. and AMEN. And you put your head on the pillow and, with a smile on your face and in your heart, you drift off into the still quiet, where the dream meets the dream.

tall penguin

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Fact Is So Much Stranger Than Fiction.

Sometimes you have the strangest day and the only way to express it is through music.

"If I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?"