Thursday, August 25, 2011

The Real Difference between Montreal and Toronto


Another summer is heading to the hills… That means that winter is coming to Montreal and many of my friends in England, Australia and anywhere else where the sun will keep shining past five in the evening wonder why I am still here.  Why put up with the cold, the ice you don’t always see until it is under your back, the loss of mobility and the unending snow?

Good questions, but let me point out that I live in Montreal, a city that knows that it will get cold and knows how to live with it.  Other Canadian cities try and hardly succeed the way this fair island does.  So, I will stay and love whatever comes with the later months of the year.

Maybe that is not enough.  Maybe you are still asking yourself why I do not move to another Canadian city; a city that has developed an international reputation and an economic environment that is friendlier to someone with very pre-intermediate French skills.  And I guess that city would be Toronto, right?  Why not?  It has everything that we are supposed to expect from a large metropolis and it is not nearly as cold as Montreal. 

Now, the analysis that I am creating here allows me to avoid making some of the obvious comparisons between the two towns that I am expected to make, like comparing Toronto to Montreal is like comparing Los Angeles to New York (that one I do not mind); like comparing apples to applesauce (a bit weak); or finally the Police with Sting solo on an album playing a lute (draw your own conclusions about that one).  But there is one comparison I think I can get away with, if I explain everything carefully.

Imagine that you are a man who has just arrived in a new town and you are in a local bar.  There are two women in the joint who are quite different from each other.  The first woman is wearing a very expensive dress, a new well-coiffed head of hair, and all the jewelry, make-up and lipstick that anyone would want in one round.  Everything is pushed or pulled into place to make the package an inviting one.

  

You pay a lot of attention to this woman.  You like what you see.  But you may finally notice that this woman is trying too hard to grab any attention she can find (she needs validation).  She fulfills every desperate and grasping stereotype of a woman on the make who is trying to overcompensate for something missing in her life.



The second woman is attractive without trying too hard to be so.  She is also friendly if she wants to be, not if she has to be, and never just to get a man interested.  She knows why you are there and may even end up buying you a drink.  She will speak any language she chooses, is not too dressed up or worried about her hair, and will often be with a friend (if it is a boyfriend, her body language and general attitude will let you know as much).  There is no pressure to take her home, or even get her phone number (and it does not matter because just being there has made your night).  And if she really does not want to talk to you, someone else will soon be along who definitely will want to hear what you have to say.

Now, which woman do you think represents Toronto, and which one represents Montreal?

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Just when I thought I was out....

Ahem...

I have decided to keep both of my blogs going on and on now, thanks to some unforeseen interest in my rambling mind.  Apparently, some of my students put my name onto their computers and discovered my other interest: random tapping of opinions and arguments.  And after spending more than a few precious minutes of class time explaining why I do what I do - because I can - they praised my work.

Well, what can I do now?   I guess I am back...;0

Sunday, January 23, 2011

What I have done...

I am a busy man...
New courses at the college where I teach (to become even busier next week); new people to contact and try and form a relationship with (an online site helped me out here); more writing to complete (a lot done on a longer piece that I have left hanging for too long); and I am in the cold. 



Yes, Montreal in January...  A beautiful sight, when I can see it.  I am still red-eyed after going out last night and having my eyes water and run in a wind chill that would have killed Nanook of the North.  I did consider Igloofest, but I did not want to pay for the privilege of dancing in the cold surrounded by people wearing neon jumpsuits and attempting to enjoy themselves.   Had a coffee, some dinner, watched the Habs lose, and then went home.  Even the bars had lineups in the cold, and I have to admit that I have found a new group of Canadians to admire: the night club/bar hopping girls.

Ladies, if you could stand out in that cold for the privilege of being overpriced in a club or bar wearing nothing more than a mini-dress and a wrap that you want everyone to see before you are inside, then I salute you. 
Just had to mention that.

So, another Sunday...  A few things to do this weekend and then the grind of the new week of work.  Plan is to do some shopping, call up friends, and then finally pick up the guitar again, ignoring roommates that seem to be everywhere and nowhere at once. 

More to come.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Another Year...

I just got back to Montreal after spending just over two weeks at home with my family and I can see how things end up repeating themselves.  Still feeling exhausted by my roommates and many bad habits.  I do miss my family, especially my niece (gave her my flat cap and she just loved it).  Hoping for things to change is not enough, so, with that vague idea in mind, I have started to clean up my room and have posted the first box home to get my head and my space cleaned up. 

Amazed at how I have accumulated so much that adds up to so little.  I joked with my brother that the only furniture I have are books, but I can see that it was not just a joke.  A lot of truth in this.  He also commented that I seem to have read everything under the sun and moon so I should be writing a book of my own.  True, true...  I am hoping that these blogs amount to something more than just a digital diary someday.

Well, I should stop here.  Another trip to a cafe to write because the wireless connection at home just does not work reminds me that I am hungry, cold and looking for something who can tolerate me just enough to stick around for a while...

Selah