They deny proven geoscience techniques, but only when applied to paleoclimatology because it shows climate change exists. They don’t question that same science when it finds the oil with which to fuel their cars or the metals to manufacture their phone.
They oppose puberty blockers, but only for trans youth. They didn’t even know cisgender minors receive identical medicine, but now that they do, they’re okay with cis kids getting it. Not trans kids though.
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Want a taste of Québecois cinema? Here’s some movies I recommend to make a festival at home. Cover still from C.R.A.Z.Y.
Drama. About the protagonist growing up as he comes to understand his sexuality, and his relationship with his family.
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This month, my retirement savings surpassed what my parents sold their detached home in an Ottawa suburb for in the mid-nineties, and two-thirds the cost of the two-storey home with a pool they bought in the early aughts.
I can’t afford a small apartment-style condo. The median cost for one is over double the cost of that detached home twenty years ago. It took me a dozen years to build enough savings to afford the down-payment; partly because home prices kept outpacing wage growth, partly because rent exploded during the same period, and ate at my savings. My current two-bedroom apartment costs $2,100 a month, and is a third of the size of the $900/mo townhome I was renting fifteen years ago.
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A few months ago, I mentioned that I was likely terminating my journey with the fertility clinic after being with them for ten years. I signed the paperwork last week; it’s done. There is now a zero chance of having biological children.
Perhaps because I had so many months to reflect on it, I didn’t feel anything in the moment of doing so that I hadn’t already been feeling for months. In that previous post I sounded pretty messed up. Right now, I just feel an emptiness and acceptance.
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I went to Toronto this weekend to see Joe Hisaishi, legendary composer. He was at Roy Thomson Hall to play an original symphony of his, some Ravel, and two classic pieces from Spirited Away and Howl’s Moving Castle.
I couldn’t have asked for better seats; I was as close to him as the musicians of the Toronto Symphonic Orchestra, and could see his face. I was pleased to see how in good shape he was, and in good spirits. He smiled to the performers and motioned praise to them throughout the evening.
Toronto itself was a treat. In addition to watching Joe Hisaishi live, I was able to knock off some other bucket list items:
I hadn’t had a chance to play tourist like this in Toronto since my first solo visit eighteen years ago (More Interviews! (Aka. Back From Toronto). It felt like it could be a place I could make home, were it not for rent being $1,000 more a month than in Ottawa.
