Toronto

When I’m home all day at my desk, I read the web and blog what I find. When I’m out on the road, like here in Toronto, I read differently. I notice a massive stone building whose construction more than a century ago strikes me as a wonder and a mystery now. Funny, because it’s not as if we don’t have magnificent old stone buildings in Chicago. Our hotel room looks out on what must be a dormitory across the street: its windows offer an Israeli flag, a rainbow flag, a skull and crossbones flag, a 3’x4′ photo of Michael Jackson with FREE in big letters down one side, and eight bright yellow placards protesting high tuition fees. At lunch with friends I savor mushroom soup, client stories, and “accelerated performance.” Afterward, I find a bookstore full of light, space, music, beauty. An outdoor ice rink. Ginger cookies. Exchange rates. Pesto on thin crust. Fresh towels. Mileage. Wind chill, and Celsius. Sky. Kiss. In all senses, we are what we eat. And we blog accordingly. It’s good to be out.