For a while, it looked like the furry little critters inhabiting Toronto's waste-addled sidewalks and gutters were the only ones getting a break this week. It's bad enough to have the trash piling up in the city's green spaces, themselves untended for the duration of CUPE local 79 and 416's labour action; it's worse that there's such incensed, heat wave–crazy rage that motorists are taking it out on the picketers with their cars. But then we caught wind that the LCBO—our sweet, sweet LCBO—would throw down as well, possibly walking off the job this morning at 12:01 a.m. You can take our services, you can pollute our streets, you can thicken the bouquet of an already fragrant Queen West, but our booze? We're lucky the frenzied, last-possible-second shoppers at Queen's Quay and elsewhere didn't riot yesterday.



Employees of the Alcohol and Gaming Commission, which now oversees the Ontario Lottery Gaming Corporation,
This weekend is going to be a scorcher. Lured by the siren song of the ice cream truck, it will be hard to resist that choc-vanilla twist cone, or Rocket Pop. Then there’s always the convenience store on the corner for a Strawberry Shortcake or Freezie. Of course, after too many of these sweet treats, your bikini or swimming trunks have a snugger fit than you were hoping for while strutting your stuff on the boardwalk. You can thank the high fat and sugar content for that, not to mention the artificial additives and preservatives you may be getting with each mouthful. Not so much fun any more.
Yesterday, a friend wrote: We should work to accept that it is unknowable whether one (person, perception, point of view) is objective or subjective. The problem is that there's no test to know, or, if there is such a test, we have no way of knowing that the test works.