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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

On the endless saga of Rob Ford, mayor of Toronto; "It shouldn't have had to come to this. I'm so tired of getting up every morning and wondering, 'What will it be today?' I'm so tired of giving the benefit of the doubt again and again, only to be let down again and again.... Somewhere a responsible adult has to appear, draw a bright moral line, tell the truth and say unequivocally what won't be tolerated. Somebody has to do the right thing."

—Denzil Minnan-Wong