It is pretty rare to have a blackout in Toronto, Canada, rare enough to catch people off guard. Without warning at 6:30pm we lost power for 5 hours. As we have lived in China before, we had automatically shifted our state of readiness so that in such unlikely events we are always ready. This time we really did need it.
Blackouts here in Toronto are indeed pretty rare. We have the occasional brownout, where the lights flicker and maybe the computers need a reboot, but the last full on blackout happened around 10 years ago in 2003, when some software glitch in a power plant in Ohio took down the US eastern seaboard and much of Ontario and Quebec.
For me, Toronto’s loss of democracy at the G20 Summit in 2010 has not faded one bit. I have commented on this debacle of an event in 2010 and have kept current with the news and have updated my blog accordingly. So critical is this issue that I will remember it for the upcoming provincial and federal elections. I know Canadians have a very short term memory and that politicians would rather us all forget the past and vote for them in the future, but the complete breakdown of democracy and the brutal beatings by the hands of our once trusted police cannot go unpunished. Justice must be served.
As a nation Canadians talk large about the need to conserve energy and treat Mother Nature with more respect, i.e. let’s not continually hurt her. In many examples, recycling of food and consumer packaged goods comes to mind, here in Toronto I feel we are doing a very good job. Yet when you look around out streets I continually see a large proportion of very big personal vehicles such as SUVs. These new vehicles, while professing energy efficiency, do the exact opposite when used only by a single driver.
Who knew that buying Italian bread would be so educational. Today I made a purchase of bread at a local Italian store here in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, and they refused to take my money: specifically my pennies. After I made a fuss about refusing a Canadian legal tender, they relented. All this drama for $0.03CAD! If that is not value for money I don’t know what is.
Some things should stay the same, and this is particularly true for money. You work, you get paid, then you spend your money. This money should not be refused by stores, for if it is then you would not know where your money can be used. It gets confusing. Money, in this case the Canadian dollar, should be freely usable here in Canada.
Flippant I am not, so bear with me. I ask this question seeking a genuine and honest answer. Should American companies hire Americans? Should Australian companies hire Australians? Do you really need to hire people from your own country? Sadly I should not even need to ask this question, but we live in an age of greed that we should explore the possibilities.
Royal Bank of Canada is laying off some of their IT staff here in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, in order to outsource their IT operations to India. They obviously feel that they have no obligation to hire fellow Canadians to do the work to serve fellow Canadians.
Feeder goldfish, after quarantine, make excellent fish. Seen here eating Chinese veggies. Photo by Don Tai
Not having money and wanting to keep fish had me researching all the possibilities. On one hand, I knew nothing about raising fish, so the possibility of killing a few would be a near certainty. On the other hand fish can be $3-4 each. Since I do not like to waste money that I do not have, I turned to feeder goldfish, sold for $0.18CAD each, here in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Feeder goldfish, as I read on the internet, are full of diseases and will quickly die, so do not bother. On the other hand there were others who said they raised feeders to become large fish that were strong and healthy. I am decidedly in the latter camp. Feeder goldfish are goldfish, just that they have been badly treated. Overall feeder goldfish can be beautiful, graceful and easy to care for.
Lint in my Ralph’s Hard Dough bread: Found four pieces embedded into the dough, Photo by Don Tai
Furious was I when my daughter took out two pieces of Ralph’s Bakery hard dough bread, from the bread bag, to eat and there was some unidentifiable foreign objects embedded into the bread. These objects needed to be physically pulled from inside the bread. It looks like some white lint mixed with human hair. We later found two more slices with these fibers. I am unhappy. Here in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, this is not acceptable practice. I will stop buying Ralph’s Bakery bread.
Wet snowfall in Toronto, Canada on Wednesday Feb 27 2013. Note the thickness of the snow on the trees. The temperature was about 0C. Photo by Don Tai
We are Canadian and therefore we have winter. In winter we often get snow and did we ever get a dumping this Wednesday here in Toronto, Canada. We got about 20 cm of snow at 0C to -2C, making for very wet and heavy snow. Wet snow is difficult to remove because it is heavy with water. Still it really looked pretty outside.
We save money by automating, or so the City of Toronto politicians say. For the last couple of years there has been changes to our weekly garbage pickup, specifically trucks that have large claws that pick up our garbage cans and dump our garbage into the truck, all without the operator leaving his seat. There is also only one guy on the truck, saving labour costs. Of course there are other details to note.
Seachem’s Prime water conditioner will make City of Toronto water safe for your fish. It will remove chlorine, cloramine and ammonia.
Live and learn, unfortunately. Little Weed has taken up the hobby of raising goldfish. I, as the dutiful and enabling parent, need to work out all the little details of how to do this. He has agreed to dutifully do water changes, feed the fish and arrange the tank, so he does have enthusiasm. I have not raised fish since I was a kid about his age. So down we go to buy feeder goldfish. We already had a 10G tank, we bought him a filter, so what else could go wrong? It turns out, a lot, especially the water from the City of Toronto, Canada. Here is what I found out, the hard way.
