And the neon lights danced as if they were alive...
Edited for horrid spelling, new ending as well.
I had am awesome time at Toronto and met some very cool people. We saw several plays and skits and by far my favorite was "real Time" about internet dating and people connecting with one another. I met a cool guy named Avery and he and I are emailing back and forth. Crossing the border was not nearly as exciting as they make it out to be. Naigara was beautiful outside of the tourist crap and the highlight of the trip was standing in the middle of the American falls being pounded by water threatening to wisk me out to the middle of the river. It was awesome. Several other highlights to come.
I am however, a conflicted person.
I marvled at the natural power of the falls. How millions of years of evolution created this awe-inspiring sight and i was lucky enough to view it and feel its power. I just wanted to remove all the buildings and fences and shit and just be able to relax, watch and meditate on the primality of it. It was sobering to be in the presence of something so ancient and alive. It truly reminded me that we are but ripples in the stream of life here to enjoy a ride in the scheme of things.
Then I went to Clifton Street. Just across the Canadian border on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge is Clifton hill and Clifton Street. Now, America seems to have lost its ability to produce good Kitsche here any longer,everything is either too trendy or too traditional really to be considered true All american corniness anymore. However, The canadians have mastered this all american concept wonderfully. Clifton hill is 1 mile up and down of pure all american "I can't believe you would pay for that" kitcshe and I loved it. I forgot about the majesty of the falls the moment i laid eyes on "Frankenstiens house of horrors", the-all-new-air-conditioned-glow-in-the-dark "Worlds Largest Indoor Putt Putt Course" and the "Wax Muesum of Famous Murderers", aptly named Hells House (I hear the Jeffery Dahmer scene is not to be done on an empty stomach but the Manson scene is to die for). It was bright, loud, noisy, boisterous and i loved every second of it. Sadly, my traveling partner did not quite understand the artistic value of such a place and spent much of the time searching desperatly for a Gap or Starbucks. So, I reluctantly waved goodbye to the land of shiney things and discount ride coupons for the "world's best stationary rollercoaster" and paid my toll to get back into the us (That is a WHOLE different entry, trust me). So we schlepped back into the states with its faded exteriors and faded attempts at being as cool and walked to the falls again. I was just as inspired by the noise and beauty created by nature but could not help the the fact that the wonder of man made distractions was still coursing through my brain. As the sun set and I looked back over the majesty of the falls, i saw it also reflected the pulsating neons of Clifton Street and I was happy, full of wonderment and just feeling a little bit like going over the falls in a barrel might just be a fun thing to do. :)
I had am awesome time at Toronto and met some very cool people. We saw several plays and skits and by far my favorite was "real Time" about internet dating and people connecting with one another. I met a cool guy named Avery and he and I are emailing back and forth. Crossing the border was not nearly as exciting as they make it out to be. Naigara was beautiful outside of the tourist crap and the highlight of the trip was standing in the middle of the American falls being pounded by water threatening to wisk me out to the middle of the river. It was awesome. Several other highlights to come.
I am however, a conflicted person.
I marvled at the natural power of the falls. How millions of years of evolution created this awe-inspiring sight and i was lucky enough to view it and feel its power. I just wanted to remove all the buildings and fences and shit and just be able to relax, watch and meditate on the primality of it. It was sobering to be in the presence of something so ancient and alive. It truly reminded me that we are but ripples in the stream of life here to enjoy a ride in the scheme of things.
Then I went to Clifton Street. Just across the Canadian border on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge is Clifton hill and Clifton Street. Now, America seems to have lost its ability to produce good Kitsche here any longer,everything is either too trendy or too traditional really to be considered true All american corniness anymore. However, The canadians have mastered this all american concept wonderfully. Clifton hill is 1 mile up and down of pure all american "I can't believe you would pay for that" kitcshe and I loved it. I forgot about the majesty of the falls the moment i laid eyes on "Frankenstiens house of horrors", the-all-new-air-conditioned-glow-in-the-dark "Worlds Largest Indoor Putt Putt Course" and the "Wax Muesum of Famous Murderers", aptly named Hells House (I hear the Jeffery Dahmer scene is not to be done on an empty stomach but the Manson scene is to die for). It was bright, loud, noisy, boisterous and i loved every second of it. Sadly, my traveling partner did not quite understand the artistic value of such a place and spent much of the time searching desperatly for a Gap or Starbucks. So, I reluctantly waved goodbye to the land of shiney things and discount ride coupons for the "world's best stationary rollercoaster" and paid my toll to get back into the us (That is a WHOLE different entry, trust me). So we schlepped back into the states with its faded exteriors and faded attempts at being as cool and walked to the falls again. I was just as inspired by the noise and beauty created by nature but could not help the the fact that the wonder of man made distractions was still coursing through my brain. As the sun set and I looked back over the majesty of the falls, i saw it also reflected the pulsating neons of Clifton Street and I was happy, full of wonderment and just feeling a little bit like going over the falls in a barrel might just be a fun thing to do. :)