Mittwoch, 23. November 2011

Canada vs. Austria, Round 1: FIGHT!

Okay, so there are a lot of stereotypes about Canada floating around in Europe, and I thought I'd comment on the ones I know. Please take note though that I am writing these answers from the perspective of somebody living in downtown Toronto. Also the list is incomplete, but if I wait until I finish this entire thing, it will both be too long and people will start complaining that I never update. Again, yes, I know.

1: There are maple trees everywhere.

True. The things are all over the place downtown. The city has at least a dozen of every common member of the Aceraceae family in every district, and at least one or two of the more obscure ones from Asia, heavily interspersed with Platanus trees. This leads to the parks currently being covered in every expected and some very unexpected (violet?) colour of the fall. This also leads me to comment that Toronto has no parks. They have green lots, true, and some nice public gardens, but no parks. Why? My personal definition of a proper park is “standing on one edge of the park, one cannot make out the other edge, be it for distance, terrain or vegetation.” Queen's Park is one of the biggest in the city, and even though it's north-south size is pretty impressive, it's so criss-crossed by major streets it's not really one park. But anyway, maple trees, lots of em, woo! Go Leafs! Oh, right, Leafs, this leads us to -

2: Everybody is all about Hockey.

This is true for Canada by far and large, but I feel the Torontonians have it hard. Their home team is one of the oldest, the best paid and one of the winningest (that is SO a word) teams in North American hockey...or at least it was. The Maple Leafs are currently suffering the longest victory drought of any major hockey team in Canada. The poor dears. But otherwise, yes, Canadians get worked up about hockey, far more than the average Austrian about football (yes, it is that impressive) which leads me to-

3: Canadians are really friendly.

This is both true and false. Let me explain. Being used to the general low-level non-personal animosity the average Viennese has for the world at large and everyone in it, I was taken aback by how helpful and friendly everyone is here. At first I was deeply suspicious of people because of that until, after meeting the sixth or seventh Canadian outside of a service setting, I realized that they really are THAT friendly, which is almost creepy at times. It's not even that superficial “American Friendliness©” that makes some salespeople in the US seem like somebody laminated that smile onto their unblinking visages, it feels at least partially sincere. After living here for three months, I'm actually starting to genuinely like the lunatics I'm billeted with.
So Canadians are very friendly. Until they aren't anymore. I'm casually going to point over my shoulder at the Vancouver “hockey riots” for a second. Trust me, Toronto had a field day because of that. But now on to my point. Toronto Canadians, when angry, get incredibly verbally aggressive incredibly fast. It's like an American swear-word vocabulary, backed by a British temper. I've seen two immaculately dressed businessmen in the financial district getting in a face-to-face shouting match (apparently because they bumped into each other while busy texting on their Blackberries) that used words I would not even throw at my worst enemies. The F-word is only the start, accusations of deviant sexual behaviour in either parent a small stepping stone. The volume was pretty impressive too, because I overheard every word across a four-lane road, while wearing headphones.

But at the same time, random strangers jumped in and tried to calm them both down. Canada.

4: Canadians are paragons of political correctness.

Oh jeez, are they ever. Toronto is fiercly proud of being one of the most cosmopolitan cities on earth, and living downtown, I have to agree it is. In the first week of being here, I managed to extend my “list of countries whose citizens I have met personally” by Mexico, China (about a dozen times), Taiwan, Singapore (about a hundred times, seriously, are people left in Singapore?), Ghana, Colombia and Iran. And that was before going to the Student Exchange Orientation. This, paradoxically, does not lead to widespread stereotyping and suspicion, but it leads to everybody being very friendly, and when you want to label a street in Mandarin Chinese and English, the district council will pay for it, and maverick politicians who paint feverish conspiracies about foreigners taking over are ignored and overruled instead of deadlocking the debate for decades and making a mockery of the legal process by ignoring ruling from the supreme court. How odd is that?

Ahem. It also leads to all white people being very nervous about possibly being inadvertently racist. They have signs on the subways, buses and in major public places (usually worn, and covered in stickers, attesting to their age) that warn you about verbal racism being an infringement of humans rights, and so on. Canadians in general are pretty law-abiding, and coupling that with the utterly dazzling array of pro-civil and anti-racist campaigns going on at any time, I get the feeling they're hiding something...oh right, the First Nations. Hm. Asides from that, it feels like the big-brother vision of PC-enforcement sometimes. To give a crass example, if I walked up to a random person, kneed them in the genitals and called them an old word for a plantation worker from the American South, the fine for what I said would be a lot higher than for what I did. No joke. Speaking of crime -

5. There is virtually no crime.

In the last two months, there were about half a dozen murders, numerous muggings, break-ins, one kidnapping and several instances of random gang violence in the GTA (Greater Toronto Area) and yes, there were many instances of gta in the GTA. Harhar. So no, Michael Moore's crime-free Canada, should it exist, is not here. And to hope that a urban region of nearly 4 million people would be crime-free would also have been a bit naive, no? Still, the crime rate is very, very low for a North American city, and the third-lowest in the area after Montreal and Ottawa, which are both a lot smaller. While the KIND of murder is different from the average in the United States, the number of murders per year makes Toronto an average Northern American city in that respect.

But seeing how the next two cities of comparable size are Detroit and Chicago, Toronto by comparison is a gated community. Of which there are a bunch too, in fact. There is one down the street from where I am, in the middle of the Annex, the second richest residential area in the downtown area. Some people don't feel safe unless their AC checks the fresh air for ID before letting it in, apparently.

6. The ancient “Canada and the US are the same” argument.

Well, in some respects, the situation of Canada vs. the US is a bit like Austria vs. Germany. Mostly in the respect that Canadians are far more concerned with differentiating themselves from the USA than people from the USA are giving a damn about the existence of Canada, unless they live near the border. And when they do, they see Canada as a place where they can buy cheap drugs, legal and otherwise. Other than that, Toronto feels a lot like New York and London had a child, and that child is going through a mid-teen identity crisis. On the one hand, everybody loves not being Americans, and generally likes Europe and the UK, but every diplomatic contact with the UK is seen as a possible avenue for covert political subversion. At the same time everyone loves being North American, and to hang out with the USA, but every attempt at closer ties to the US is seen as cultural hegemony in the making. Schizophrenic, but feels familiar somehow.

This debate, of course, leaves out the Quebecois, who are close enough to Toronto to be noticable. They are, at least while in Toronto, the most and least french people in the world at the same time. From an Ontario perspective, the most widely felt step in their struggle for independence from the rest of Canada in general, and Ontario in particular, seems to have been allowing its citizens to buy beer in super markets instead of purpose-built cornerstores, which always sort of feel like a prohibition era bootlegging operation set up shop in an abandoned pharmacy. Ontario has one of the highest taxes on alcohol and tobacco, and one of the strictest law systems for the regulation of the same. I blame the proximity of Pennsylvania.


[To be continued once finals are over. Nasty finals.]

Dienstag, 15. November 2011

Happy happy? Go to hell.

I'm feeling under the weather today. I have no idea why, as there is nothing tangible affecting my health or my mood, least of which the weather, which has been (except for most of yesterday) been another two weeks of sunshine. Maybe the lack of bad weather is making me grumpy, you never know.

This is what it basically still looks like, though the photo is a week old, and the tree has lost considerable amounts of leaves since then.

More of that here.

Yes, still looking pretty, but at the moment, I couldn't care less. You ever have those days when you wish that everybody just left you the hell alone? I'm having that today. Normally that would mean me retreating into my room and being happy to ignore the world outside for a few hours. Somehow, I can't quite do that here. It just doesn't feel like home yet, I guess, still feels like I live in a hotel.

Oh well, tomorrow is a new day, and I just might feel like finishing the way-too-long post about Toronto and living here that I started yesterday. Do stay tuned.

Later.Link

Mittwoch, 9. November 2011

It has been a while...

*blows dust off blog*
*coughing fit*

Oh-kay, I suck at blogging. Or at least I suck at uploading photos. A month after the trip, here is the Blue Mountain photodump, without commentary, because that would take even longer.

Tell me if this doesn't work, Google+ has emasculated my formerly working Picasa albums into drooling automatons. I know it may not occur to Google, but I just so happen to want to post a link to my album, not share it with one of over 600 different possible configurations of my "circles". Thank you social media for making me be old before I actually age. Anway...

Freitag, 21. Oktober 2011

Aha!


Well, there we are, photographical evidence of the bandit who keeps climbing the fire exit in the middle of the night! Caught red-handed (they don't have paws, they have these weird, furry people hands) the perp then...

...ignored me completely and just kept climbing around out there. Well, they do get kind of large, this one is about 1.5 times the size of a common house cat, though at this time of year they're eve fatter than usual. The reluctance of people to properly dispose of garbage because it's cold and the raccoons eating more because it's cold go well together. Almost symbiosis. And here is a little teaser of the Lake Huron Hike, just so you don't think I made the whole trip up. I've uploaded 300 photos I still had on my camera to the PC now, and will be sorting them out, uploading them to the net, and then commenting them, this takes time, and time is what you'll give me.

Or, well, no photos, which would suck.

Later!

Montag, 17. Oktober 2011

Well lookit that

My cardreader is back. It cleverly hid itself under the packaging for my cellphone charger. I'll try and get some of the Blue Mountain photos online later today (tonight?) for your viewing pleasure. Before that, a photo, not by me, that is very dear to my heart for obvious reasons.


I call it "Man in Nature, Blue. #1"

Sonntag, 16. Oktober 2011

Things that go jump in the night.

Sooo, we have ourselves a situation. The house is, according to what came out during the house meeting, infested with fleas. Bummer. Several people, including me, haven't noticed anything, thankfully, despite hanging out with the cat a lot, so what is becoming increasingly likely is that the fleas came in from elsewhere. We DO have a family of raccoons living under our balcony, and we do have a lot of squirrels that are so bold that we had to chase one out of the kitchen last week, so there are some possible infection vectors other than the poor cat.

There is, thankfully, consensus that we do not want to get rid of the cat. BUT if we report to Coop that there are fleas in the house, and that we would only do if the situation got so bad that we would need to fumigate, they would likely argue that the cat has to go regardless. That would cause some bad blood for sure.

As it stands, we got some flea spray and hosed down all the furniture in the common areas, closed those off for now and took everything we could outside before spraying it, and the cat got two flea-baths already and is wearing a collar. The only step we could still take would be to put collars on ourselves...hm...no. Nono, bad idea.

In any case, I hope that this works, otherwise we are looking at Operation: Overkill as the final scenario, which would mean flea bombs. Which would mean clearing all foodstuff out of the house, opening all doors, applying the bombs and then leaving the house for at least 48 hours. For half the house population that would mean moving to hotels for the time, because we're not exactly in a position to go to our parent's places.

Excitement and adventure in the not-so-high north. Oh, also, everybody is really paranoid all of a sudden. Like, staring at people when they scratch themselves paranoid. This does open up an all-out riot as a possible final scenario, which I shall now name as Operation: Lord of the Fleas, and thankfully that is about as likely as Operation: Flea King Takeover, but still, everyone is a little on edge right now.

Oh well, keep calm and carry on. I have an itch. Oh my god.

Samstag, 15. Oktober 2011

To set our house in order pt. 2

Well, don't I feel accomplished. This house is a DIY dream come true (or nightmare, depending on your opinion on DIY) and even though I never was in the good old Bundesheer, I do adhere to the "Pioniercredo" which, according to somebody I know, goes: "There is hardly anything that cannot be fixed with an application of WD40 and a good whack with a wrench." Alternatively, refer to this flowchart:
So I managed to fix a bunch of creaky doors, repaired my window, drank a lot of coffee, read some more books for my literature classes and that was pretty much my Saturday.

As with any DIY day, it also included injuries, as I managed to slam my own fingers in the window I was fixing. Vicious victorian counter-weight windows.

Related note: It's raining cats and dogs outside, I'm bored as hell, and my cardreader seems to have hidden itself in an alternative dimension.