memory of the day: When I worked at CTHEORY, I walked or took the bus to work. One day I was standing at the bus stop and this bike courier rides up St-Laurent and turns right onto Sherbrooke, with one hand on his handlebars. A regular bike courier too – in all his bike courier splendour, not some buttoned-down facsimile. So he passes me, and in his right hand he’s carrying a Coleman cooler; white with a red lid. As he passed me, I clearly read the label: Alert – Live Human Tissue. Only in French. And I thought, “it can’t be normal to transport transplant organs by bike courier, can it?” No, I didn’t think so.
Oh my oh my:
In my part of town it was the Lucky Key. I remember seeing Starsky and Hutch and wondering if the same stuff went on there as went on at Huggy Bear’s. Friday nights we’d go to Dad’s place and order a large combination pizza from Lorenzo’s. They threw in the glass bottle of RC Cola. Here in Montreal, of course, they’re “aldress”.
I don’t normally post
about sports here, but then this isn’t really a sports story for Montrealers: Molson’s is selling the Canadiens.
I just added some
sites to the list to the left. I actually do use that list to check the sites I enjoy – some I check more often, some less. They’re grouped in a very rough manner according to rough links I make between the sites. So, for instance, Matt Haughey‘s site is near MetaFilter. And the Montrealers are together. Like that. It’s not a ranking of any kind.
Two things happening
this weekend.
- I’m doing the bulk of my move. I’m doing the furniture and stuff with some friends next week, but this weekend I’m going to behave like a drone and shuttle all my books and the other contents of my apartment that can fit in my car over to the new place.
- The St-Laurent Street Festival is on. In my neighbourhood, this is a big highlight. We marvel and feel superior that, twice each summer, they close down the main North-South street for about 10 blocks. For 4 days straight. So people can have fun. Really, it’s just a bunch of the local businesses selling junk off folding tables, and every bar and resto sets up on the street. Very much fun, and very “Montreal”. Today I bought socks (the street sale is also known as the socks and underwear sale) and two classic CDs – the Jayhawks first and Sloan’s first, Smeared. A classic of Canadian east coast pop that somehow I’d lost along the way. Oh, and I had a beer with a couple friends I bumped into and an oyster and a shot with some other friends I met.
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