College Application

I've been helping the elder daughter with her college application. And I have to say: I find it rather gratifying to see that, even with all the giant leaps in technological interactivity, admissions bureaucracy remains as bafflingly arcane and in need of direct human-to-human communication as it did in my day.

Much -- much -- has changed, of course. As late as 1989, getting admissions applications ready was a matter of physically pulling your file from a filing cabinet and assuring not just the admissions officers but yourself that the requisite paperwork had been satisfactorily completed and received.

Nearly the entire process is digital, by now. However, the concern remains the same -- and so the applicant and the officer once again "pull up your file," only this time on a screen. And face-to-face gets things done faster and with greater assurance than p2p, or over the phone.

"Hit 'Enter'! Again, again!"

For the kid, it's just an early lesson in how post-secondary works. Get used to being the final word in Quality Control -- 'cos that's just how it's going to be, for the rest of your life.

Vintage Whisky, 2014

2014 -- I wrestled with my inner Pagan. In fact, I committed so much public energy to the matter, I felt compelled to apologise. It's still fresh to me, so the matter gets its own category.

Prajer's Paganism:

• First of all, what's my Magisterium?
• The next word goes to "Chef" (and Stephen Marche)
• Confession: "To all intents and purposes, I conduct my life presupposing that Pagan narratives are spinning themselves out in the Cosmos"
• Christopher Hitchens, G.K. Chesterton and my inner pagan
• Introducing: TFS ("The Freaky Shit")
• TFS, and the sideways slide to Orthodoxy
• Wrestling with Chesterton's shades
• Saul's difficulty
• The woman at the water-cooler
• Inside Jack's Imaginarium
• Aromas, shades & incantations
• Re-essaying Jacob's Ladder
• Wrapping it up: Meet the "new" Magisterium

Life

• Good Writers Being Good People -- okay, just one, really: Carol Shields
• My reaction to a reaction to the terrorist attack in Ottawa

Books

• Questions of cosmic significance -- Jeff Smith's RASL
• Don Rosa enters Carl Barks' duck-blind

Movies

• Her -- why is this a movie?
• Escape From Tomorrow and Jacob's Ladder
• Super Duper Alice Cooper -- or not
• Monkeying with Gilliam's 12 Monkeys

Music

• Devin Townsend -- so smitten was I with the recorded stuff, I went and saw him live.
• Mark Heard remembered
• Steely Dan at the Sony Centre
• U2's unforgivable flyer
• Martha & The Muffins -- in three parts

Prince

"You're gonna miss me....'

"I'm done performing," she said. "I'm going to take my best crack at song-writing, and if that doesn't get traction in the next 18 months, I'll go into real estate."

She was in her early 20s, and already a stand-out blues singer. I was a pup, and quite smitten, but in this early conversation she revealed an unsettling, steely resolve toward life's difficulties -- steelier than that of yours truly, by quite a margin. Several health episodes left her hearing badly on the wane, so she was finished with the stage. As for the song-writing . . .

"You write a song that's good enough, anybody can sing it and sound brilliant," was her take. Case in point (she said): Cyndi Lauper singing "True Colors."



A couple of years later, I was working next to a guitarist-by-night. The radio was on, but not too loud, and my normally taciturn work-mate suddenly blurted, "God, but that Prince knows how to write a song, dun he?" I stared at him. We were listening to Sinéad O'Connor.



Prince was the full meal deal, no question. I was never a fan, but I've yet to meet a musician who wasn't in awe of him. Prodigiously talented, with an inerrant ear for staying accessible, possessed of one of those staggering personalities that changes the mood of an entire room -- even one the size of a stadium -- the only reason I bother acknowledging the obvious is . . .



. . . now that he's dead I find I'm wishing I'd made the effort to see him in concert.

Vintage Whisky, 2013

2013 -- the year of Donald Duck, Sylvester Stallone -- and Anneken Heyndricks. (It's all spurr-chall.)

Books

• Carl Barks -- the "good duck man."
• KISS-oterica, in the comics.
• "Wisdom Literature" -- and the fuck-ups who write it.
• Walker Percy, Lost In The Cosmos: The Last Self-Help Book.
• Of Indeterminate Legacy -- Salter, Lovecraft, Ebert.
• David Bergen, The Matter With Morris.
• Silk Spectre, an exemplary comic by Amanda Connor.

Music

• This Hisses, Anhedonia.
• Wayne Hancock, Ride.
• Lou Reed, RIP.
• "All Poor Ones, And Humble" -- my favourite Christmas carol.

Movies

• If you see it, you might as well admit it -- Spring Breakers.
• Chris Sanders -- when Disney & Crumb had something in common.
• First Blood -- Stallone's Last Tango In Paris, or his tragically temporary salvation?
• What Goon gets right about hockey -- the change-room.

Life

• Anneken Heyndricks -- a most troubling muse, in three parts.
• Wrapping my Braaaaains! around conversion.
• Hey, Prajer -- whatever happened to "I'm listing!"?

Lovecraft Country by Matt Ruff

Lovecraft Country by Matt Ruff
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Matt Ruff's theme becomes clear very quickly in this novel twist on Lovecraftian motifs -- when it comes to existential peril, Americans of colour face direr consequences when confronted by their country's white citizens than by any encounter with the Ancient Ones and their various ephemera. Ruff's juxtaposition is persuasive -- so much so that his characters' experience of Lovecraft's tropes is almost blasé by contrast. This strikes me as an opportunity lamentably missed, but emotional mileage will vary from reader to reader. In the end it's thought-provoking entertainment, akin to the better episodes of Star Trek: The Original Series.


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Vintage Whisky, 2012

Yikes -- what was I drinking in '12? There's heaps of posts that seem to stand well -- and this is but a smattering that's been culled as mercilessly as possible.

Highest of the Highlights: The Prairie Cemetery, parts I, II, III; Postcard From Maine; Father(s) and Daughter Gone Haywire; The Monks' Bad Habits.

Life

• The Prairie Cemetery -- parts one, two, three.
• Politics -- whither the power of persuasion?
• Politics -- Men In Beards: The Marxist Edition.
• Postcard From Maine -- update: store's closed.
• Angry Mennonites -- Am I one? Yes. And yes again. Except when I'm not.
• Apocalypse: When? The world was supposed to end, dammit.

Books

• Floyd Gottfredson -- the corporate rodent, yet again.
• Martinis: Shaken, Not Stirred -- Galahads: bloodied, not pampered.
• Swinging The Bawdy Eclectic -- with Sleigh Bells, Updike, DFW.
• The Hitman's Guide To Housecleaning -- enter the Croatian naif.
• How Should A Person Be? -- Sheila Heti's book got a lot of love, just not from me.
• Old School, Tobias Wolff -- loved it (hm -- a timely reminder to self: check out his other stuff).

Movies/Television

• Carnivàle -- the first viewing. BTW, my speculation regarding the series' narrative direction? Completely wrong.
• TV Hits (And Misses) -- it's a family affair.
• Father(s) and Daughter Gone Haywire -- Soderbergh, Dobbs, Carano: I loved it (would, in fact, add it to my list of 15).
• Skyfall -- words cannot convey my disappointment in, and final loathing of, that movie. But I gave it a shot.

Music

• Japanese Remastered CDs -- I finally bought one.
• Country Club & Quonset Hut -- two varieties of brand new old-time country.
• "You gotta problem, America?!" -- Andre Williams will get you to roll up your windows.
• Bad Habits, The Monks -- wait: this is punk?
• Meshell Ndegeocello's tribute to Nina Simone.
• Donald Fagen, Sunken Condos.
• Oversights Of A Musical Nature -- brother, I could devote an entire blog to this.

The Dineen Building, at Adelaide and Yonge Street

The Dineen Building in Toronto is emblematic of the challenges facing the city's most aesthetically contentious commercial strip -- downtown Yonge Street. This is what it looks like (as of last Saturday):

Clearly, someone has invested a great deal to bring this heritage building into the current millennium.

That "someone" is Clayton Smith of the Commercial Realty Group. I'm not fond of the glass enclosure at the top of the building, but otherwise I'd say Smith's architects (George Robb/George Popper) have done exemplary work.

Here's another shot (different digital "filter"). Notice the closed discount shoe place to the right (the north side of the building, both facing east).

If we continue south down Yonge Street, we see further restoration/upgrade efforts of a similar commitment under way.

Crossing the street and facing east, we have this to look at:

This is typical of this portion of Yonge Street, which begins at the south at Front Street and extends north to Bloor Street. The majority of store fronts suggest relatively low rents, and shelves stocked with goods that have "fallen" off the back of a truck.

Even after Queen Street "gentrified" into just another Mall of America, there is no shortage of these sorts of enterprises or commercial districts in Toronto. It could be argued that just about any North American down town is similarly populated, but what is notable about this particular stretch of Yonge is its proximity to Bay Street, and the vaunted TSX. It's been some years since I was last in NYC, so you tell me: are there discount shoe stores and sports nutrition franchises flanking Wall Street?

That building housing "Popeye's" caught my eye, as well -- though not for complimentary reasons. I wondered if, with its reliance on concrete as a means to an aesthetic end, it was an example of "Brutalism." If so, it would be a very early entrant -- this is the Lumsden (now "Dynamic") Building, built in 1910.

Here is some history of the Lumsden Building. I'm not as taken with the Lumsden as the author, but there's no denying its fascinating history (Turkish bath in the basement!), or the imprint it leaves on the immediate neighbourhood. As is, it poses direct aesthetic challenges to its surroundings, and the current attempts to rejuvenate aesthetic appeal and interest.

Here is a profile of Clayton Smith, prior to the Dineen's improvements. The restoration won honourable mention in the 2013 Heritage Toronto Awards. Here is the Dineen Coffee site.