Toronto festival you say
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Once back in the city, I returned the car and traipsed north along Yonge Street, watching the 'Toronto Festival' that was in progress. It was good; live musicians and other acts, mostly. Along the way, I spotted a kitchen store.
I've been shopping for cutlery, recently, because I've been eating with an ever-dwindling plastic cutlery for the last two years, and it's been driving me nuts. I found a set in the store that looked quite a bit like the set I had in Australia. My good friend Mr. Yoon told me that the Aussie ones were Korean style, so I suppose these are as well.
In related news, I was reading the other day in the Economist about the term 'metrosexual'. It's a marketing BS thing used to describe urban guys who wear 'body fragrances' (like that one with the ridiculous ads with the guy getting jumped in the elevator) and getting manicures. I wouldn't get a manicure (my fingers are covered in scars, there's no way they'll ever look better with a manicure), and perfumes generally annoy and irritate me. But I have to admit that I now own a set of cutlery and no stereo system....