Backlog 1: China Gets Itchy
In an attempt to clear the photoblog backlog, here is the first of 4 or 5 entries covering my Toronto-period. Let's call it CityTV.
While Vancouver was originally a majority asian city due to Japanese fishermen and Chinese workers brought in to build the railway, Toronto is definitely borrowing from my home's asian infusion.
Of course, the same pitfalls show up. Asians have trouble with the signs.
Toronto's chinatown on a warm summer day smell like a garbage-strike in full-swing. Unfortunately, a garbage-strike happens in the city every five years. I can't imagine how bad the place smells.
While plugging my nose, I discovered that walking through Chinatown led to a certain problem, as I mentioned, the signs were evident.
I never did try the dish, I was busy heading to a chinese dim sum festival on the waterfront, where I saw some amateur dancing:
AND, (no photos or audio-recordings please) THE CHINESE ENYA! That is "Dadawa".
According to one reviewer, her "song 'Sky-Burial' is so moving to Dadawa that she once experienced an out of body experience while singing it." Someone call Billy Graham's ghost! The girl sitting next to me was in tears, telling me Dadawa's voice was like that of an angel in heaven. She sings about Tibet, supposedly.
Serendipitously, I found this signage in a nearby bin.
My Chinese-Canadian doc friend, L, helped me tour some of the other great signs of the city. Note in the arrowed, large 'EMBRYOS' sign below, the freedom of the reproductive technology industry in Canada.
In fact, they mispell it so Americans who might be offended religiously do not notice the place.
The tour with L included going to the Rosedale Diner seen above. Across the street was a train station that was converted into a grand liquor store.
To finish this entry, here is a picture of a Caribbean man cutting coconuts, and flirting with 50-something Jamaican women. "Ooo, what a big knife and strong chop he has."
And of course, a picture of the CN Tower from the Dim Sum festival (which was only Dim Sum to symbolize, 'a small sampling' of Chinese culture, no yummy tidbits were there to eat).
While Vancouver was originally a majority asian city due to Japanese fishermen and Chinese workers brought in to build the railway, Toronto is definitely borrowing from my home's asian infusion.
Of course, the same pitfalls show up. Asians have trouble with the signs.
Toronto's chinatown on a warm summer day smell like a garbage-strike in full-swing. Unfortunately, a garbage-strike happens in the city every five years. I can't imagine how bad the place smells.
While plugging my nose, I discovered that walking through Chinatown led to a certain problem, as I mentioned, the signs were evident.
I never did try the dish, I was busy heading to a chinese dim sum festival on the waterfront, where I saw some amateur dancing:
AND, (no photos or audio-recordings please) THE CHINESE ENYA! That is "Dadawa".
According to one reviewer, her "song 'Sky-Burial' is so moving to Dadawa that she once experienced an out of body experience while singing it." Someone call Billy Graham's ghost! The girl sitting next to me was in tears, telling me Dadawa's voice was like that of an angel in heaven. She sings about Tibet, supposedly.
Serendipitously, I found this signage in a nearby bin.
My Chinese-Canadian doc friend, L, helped me tour some of the other great signs of the city. Note in the arrowed, large 'EMBRYOS' sign below, the freedom of the reproductive technology industry in Canada.
In fact, they mispell it so Americans who might be offended religiously do not notice the place.
The tour with L included going to the Rosedale Diner seen above. Across the street was a train station that was converted into a grand liquor store.
To finish this entry, here is a picture of a Caribbean man cutting coconuts, and flirting with 50-something Jamaican women. "Ooo, what a big knife and strong chop he has."
And of course, a picture of the CN Tower from the Dim Sum festival (which was only Dim Sum to symbolize, 'a small sampling' of Chinese culture, no yummy tidbits were there to eat).