Arts and crafts at Bloor and Christie
As someone who generally relies on either feet or bike to get around the city on a day-to-day basis, I have what can generously be called a testy relationship with the TTC. Accustomed as I am to dictating my own pace and schedule, I find its crowds, smells, scheduling, inconsistencies and cost annoying (although I should note I do support the idea of a healthy and vibrant transit system--hell, I'm not driving downtown each morning, so I'm not totally evil).
Still, occasionally the revered old Rocket finds ways to endear itself to me.
To wit: yesterday, while riding west on the Bloor-Danforth line, a young black man huddled in the corner caught my attention. Dressed in slick street gear (FUBU sweater and pristine trainers), his lanky frame was hunched over to support his elbows while his hands moved furiously. At first I thought he was fidgeting with an MP3 player or something, but as I got closer, I was genuinely taken aback.
Dude was knitting.
Like, full-on, backpack-full-of-yarn knitting.
I couldn't tell what he was making exactly (although it looked to be some sort of toque), but he was doing it with what can only be described as fierce attitude. To see such seemingly incongruous thing--and the utter lack of notice it was receiving among my fellow passengers--made my foot-powered heart warm just a little bit to the TTC.
On a (somewhat) related note, I'm writing this immediately before heading out to a launch party for the latest issue of Spacing magazine, so maybe I'd best keep my lack of TTC cheer to myself.
Still, occasionally the revered old Rocket finds ways to endear itself to me.
To wit: yesterday, while riding west on the Bloor-Danforth line, a young black man huddled in the corner caught my attention. Dressed in slick street gear (FUBU sweater and pristine trainers), his lanky frame was hunched over to support his elbows while his hands moved furiously. At first I thought he was fidgeting with an MP3 player or something, but as I got closer, I was genuinely taken aback.
Dude was knitting.
Like, full-on, backpack-full-of-yarn knitting.
I couldn't tell what he was making exactly (although it looked to be some sort of toque), but he was doing it with what can only be described as fierce attitude. To see such seemingly incongruous thing--and the utter lack of notice it was receiving among my fellow passengers--made my foot-powered heart warm just a little bit to the TTC.
On a (somewhat) related note, I'm writing this immediately before heading out to a launch party for the latest issue of Spacing magazine, so maybe I'd best keep my lack of TTC cheer to myself.
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