More From The Markets


In a break from tradition, instead of getting a container of mixed berries; I bought figs and raspberries instead. My gosh. You would not believe how tasty both are. Look at the picture, and multiply that by delicieux.

Lest you think I have turned into a fruit-eating monkey, behold some non-fruit of recent acquisition.



Mushroom, mushroom

In other news, tomorrow I am moving from the short-term rental I have been living in to a place with a longer term lease. I found an amazing loft on St-Denis, and I am so very pleased. This will, however, involve acquiring furniture and the other accoutrements of having a life. I have two plates; but still only one place setting of cutlery. Heh.

I Will Miss Summer When It Ends


I usually buy one of these when I’m at the markets. At Jean-Talon, at least, there are usually several vendors who sell them (and at least one at Atwater, also. Although the one I got from there cost twice as much. Ouch). Having a selection of all sorts of berries is such a marvelous thing, indeed.

In New Zealand, I am accustomed to a punnet of raspberries or blackberries costing around about NZ$5 (blueberries and strawberries are much more reasonable; and there aren’t a lot of gooseberries about). So it’s completely amazing to be able to get so many delicious berries for so little money – That tray was a whole CA$4.

I’ve probably eaten more raspberries and blackberries in the past two months than I have in, gosh, probably the past eight years; and quite possibly longer.

Not Dead. Still Alive.

I’m mostly still alive, at least. The weather, across the past week, I will have you know, has been the kind of weather that kills a person like me. By being hot and humid. I had expected to be killed by the winter; so this being killed by summer thing is a fascinating surprise.

I meant to post this yesterday, on the tenuously significant two month anniversary of my arrival in Canada. Today is just as good. I guess.

The Hostel Doorstep in Montreal

Since last I posted, I spent a couple of weeks in Toronto, a couple of weeks in Montréal, a few days in Edmonton, and another week in Vancouver.

I’ve also been on rollercoasters. Lots of rollercoasters. I did, I will have you know, ride rollercoasters in three different timezones in less than three weeks. Going on a rollercoaster safari wasn’t something I had particularly planned, mind you.

There have also been lots of concerts. Lots and lots. Montréal has had Death Cab For Cutie, Cut/Copy, British Sea Power, Long Blondes and Los Campesinos!. Toronto had Foals, The Constantines and Creature. Vancouver had the previously mentioned Blitzen Trapper, Fleet Foxes, Teenagers and Handsome Furs. Nice.

I’ve also been to theatre, museums, galleries and parks.

Which brings us to now.

I have started to learn French. J’écris un peu, et de parler un peu. Yeah.

I’m living in Montréal, now. Which is a little surprising since I was thinking about living in either Toronto or Vancouver. But that’s just how these things go, sometimes.

This is one of my favourite places in Montréal. I don’t know where it is. I went to where I thought it was, but it wasn’t there:
Somewhere near a subway station...

This week I started working at another start-up. I’m doing some pretty interesting Java stuff with a really great client. I’m totally stoked that there’s a MacBook Pro on my desk (:

For now, I’m living in a really nice furnished studio apartment where interesting things happen. As nice as it is, I should really find somewhere a little cheaper. That said, ignoring exchange rates, it’s about the same as it cost me to live at Oriental Bay.

This is from my balcony:

The people here are, on the whole, exceedingly nice. I should really acquire one.