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Toronto, 2004.11.09

Earlier this week I was contacted by a former colleague from my days in Australia. He's an Englishman who wants a crack at life in Montreal. I can't say I blame him - I hear excellent things about the city.

He had questions about how he might go about getting into the country. I told him I had few answers. But as I have an uncle who made a career in Immigration, I thought I'd ask the uncle for some advice. Now it's been some time since that uncle was in the game, but I thought it was worth a shot. It turns out that it's tricky. Unlikely, even.

In our correspondence, though, my uncle told me that his daughter - one of my grand total of two cousins (by blood) - is here in Toronto, now. She's taking a fine arts program at Ryerson! After a bit of phone tag, she and I have agreed to meet for lunch of Thursday.

rand()m quote

Some people see things that are and ask, Why? Some people dream of things that never were and ask, Why not? Some people have to go to work and don't have time for all that shit.

—-George Carlin