Oh look, there’s another useless pile of Canpages on my doorstep

These have been here, sitting all alone outside my apartment building for the last couple weeks. Like many of my fellow tenants, it’s not worth picking up one of these dirty looking blocks of paper, hauling it up a couple flights of stairs, only to be thrown in the garbage (another trip down the stairs).

Canpages, please come and pick up your garbage. Advertisers looking to pay into Canpages? Take a look at all this waste. This waste of paper. This waste of PLASTIC.  It’s not all bad though; it’s proven to be useful as a doorstop… and you know, causing  a massive security breach to our building.

I wonder how long they will last? In the meantime, I’ll keep my hands clean and continue using THE INTERNET.

Because handling a snake is taking the easy way out

There’s a rather obscure American church you may have heard about, where members pick up and handle deadly snakes as part of their routine services. You know, you’ve got your Fender guitar amps, your pulpit and PA, and then, a whole pile of poisonous snakes.

Generally associated with the primarily rural (and Southern) Church of God, this church embraces a rather literal take on a couple of the final verses in Mark 16.

17-18“These are some of the signs that will accompany believers: They will throw out demons in my name, they will speak in new tongues, they will take snakes in their hands, they will drink poison and not be hurt, they will lay hands on the sick and make them well.”

Now, to get technical for a moment, verses 9-20 of Mark 16 (the last chapter of that particular book) are generally excluded from “The Bible” because those verses did not appear in some of the more important early manuscripts, and because of their “different style and vocabulary,” also raises doubts.

This pentecostal sect takes this verse literally, and so believes that if they’ve been anointed by God, then they will not be killed when bitten by the snakes, and they claim to celebrate this miracle during their services.  Besides the obvious, it’s clear why snake-handling is not a mainstream practice:  it’ s a generally held interpretation that in this reference, Jesus was speaking specifically to his remaining 11 disciples, not necessarily everyone who believes in him.

I will admit that there is a part of me that had the courage these snake handlers do, believing that God would protect me from a very real, very specific and very immediate harm.

But the more I think about it, the more it seems to me that these snake handlers are taking the easy way out. Sure, it’s dangerous picking up a snake, and it is a demonstration of their faith (albeit misguided), but what do they do the rest of the time? Personally, I  think there’s more courage involved in a daily, humble faith that grows deep with routine reflection and fruitful acts of obedience. Faith is not about engaging in a public spectacle like the snake handlers: faith is deeply private and personal, and God alone knows us in our stillness.

So back away from the snakes.

The last decade (2000-2009): Life and a list

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Ten years.

Ten years ago, I was halfway through my first year at Queen’s University in Kingston, making some of the best friends of my life and listening to some amazing music. One summer in British Columbia and two in Kingston later, I fell in love and graduated. Then I got engaged. After spending a depressing summer realizing I had no plans beyond university, I enrolled in the e-Journalism program at Loyalist College in Belleville. The instructors were amazing and inspiring, but most of the class were total petty jerks. I wrote for Tinymixtapes.com and interviewed the Arcade Fire in a parking lot outside Clark Hall Pub. I worked at Radioshack. Totally broke, I managed to “win” a trip to Abu Dhabi (with a pitstop in Amersterdam). I did an internship with CTV.ca news (never went back to Loyalist for graduation), got married, and earned a full-on job with the site. Moved into first Toronto apartment at Denison and Queen. Took first trip to Chicago.

Wrote for Wavelengthtoronto.com. Worked lots of afternoons. I put on 25 pounds. I finally settled in Toronto with Grace Toronto Church and again made more life-long friends. “So Wonderful” from the “Silver Speakers EP” gets played on CBCRadio3. I got off the afternoon shift, still working with CTV.ca. Moved to second apartment in Toronto on Danforth East. Record full-length “Streetlights and Stars” album in my bedroom. More tracks played on CBCRadio3. Lots of gigs. Take first trip to New York City. I’m diagnosed with chronic anxiety and put on another 25. Start taking Strattera. I started smoking heavily. Stopped taking Strattera. Buy TFC season tickets. Slowly work on paying off debt (unsuccessfully). Wife goes on sick leave. I put on another 30. Father-in-law passes away suddenly.

New workplace (same job) on Queen Street. Quit smoking. Silver Speakers perform at the Horseshoe Tavern. Begin to suffer most intense depression of my life. Start taking Wellbutrin. Quit drinking. Stop leading worship at Grace Toronto. Get treated for acute sleep apnea. Lost 20 pounds. Wife still sick. Still deep in school debt and wasting money on slick interior design objects. Eventual home ownership still looks unlikely, with baby plans also pushed back.

Overall, my outlook is far less hopeful and optimistic than 10 years ago, but I’m working on that.

And somewhere along the way in the last year I listened to a lot of music. Some of it life-changing, some not. A pile of old stuff (Smiths, Cure, Rolling Stones), and an even larger pile of new music that journeyed with me. Here’s the list of my favourite albums that for better or worse, will always remind me of this decade:

  • The ’59 Sound – The Gaslight Anthem
  • Set Yourself On Fire – Stars
  • Heartbreaker – Ryan Adams
  • Broken Social Scene – Broken Social Scene
  • Seven Swans – Sufjan Stevens
  • Good News for People Who Love Bad News – Modest Mouse
  • Alligator – The National
  • Funeral – Arcade Fire
  • () – Sigur Ros
  • Is This It – The Strokes
  • The Life of the World to Come – The Mountain Goats
  • Control – Pedro the Lion
  • Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots – The Flaming Lips
  • Transatlanticism – Death Cab for Cutie
  • Kid A – Radiohead
  • Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven – Godspeed You! Black Emperor
  • A Mountain is a Mouth – Bruce Peninsula
  • Things We Lost in the Fire – Low
  • Apologies to the Queen Mary – Wolf Parade
  • Turn on the Bright Lights – Interpol
  • Superwolf – Bonnie “Prince” Billy
  • In Deference to a Broken Back – Daredevil Christopher Wright
  • You Were Here – Sarah Harmer
  • No Cities Left – The Dears
  • Skyscraper National Park – Hayden
  • Mogwai – Rock Action
  • Mogwai – O Father My Father
  • Good Morning Beautiful – By Divine Right
  • Young Adults Against Suicide – Ninja High School
  • Double Suicide – Sandro Perri
  • Diableros – You Can’t Break the Strings on our Olympic Hearts
  • At the Drive In – Relationship of Command
  • Mars Volta – Deloused in the Comatorium
  • Final Fantasy – Has a Good Home

Nothing: The collapse of faith and David Bazan’s “Curse Your Branches”

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Maybe it’s the music industry, maybe it’s something private, or maybe it’s just rebelling against his youth, but whatever sparked it, it seems like David Bazan’s transition from Doubting Thomas to agnostic is complete.

Through his poetry, Bazan has always wrestled with the church, it’s believers and it’s practices, and that’s what has drawn so many people to Pedro the Lion over the years. And whatever Christian-related content that drew people in, Bazan provided just enough antidote to keep those listeners in check.

The band’s first record was released in 1997 on the so-called Christian punk record label “Tooth and Nail” in 1997. The “Whole EP” (say it out loud a couple of times) begins with a song called “Nothing,” which introduces the listener to a man who embraces philosophy over morals and rules. At one point, he says “It’s just not true, that there’s only one way.”

The EP then goes on to that character developing a drug habit (“Fix”), trying to kick it (the excellent “Almost There”), then seeing a friend who overcame his addiction thanks to “Mr. Hole-fixing man” (“Whole”). That album concludes with “Lullaby,” which has become an anthem for modern Christian life. I love this song so much, that I’m going to include some of the lyrics here:

Sun shines, and leaves blow and my hope like autumn is turning brown.
I know it seems like I’m always falling down.
And it does not matter to me, although it seems like it should.
It’s because I know I’m understood, when I hear him say…

“Rest in me little David, and dry all your tears, you can lay down your armour and have no fear.
Cause I’m always here when you’re tired of running, and I’m all the strength that you need.”

“Lullaby” is followed by an instrumental, “Hymn,” and it’s all over. Ever since I first heard this song almost 10 years ago, I still need that instrumental track to fully recover from “Lullaby.” Personally, I imagine the “David” here as King David, and how he would converse with God, but it’s easy to hear this and believe you are listening to some of David Bazan’s most honest, powerful and uplifting songs ever.

But ever since “Whole EP,” David has been fighting against that sentiment as hard as he can… I’ve read that in the past, he’d be playing his songs and people would be having intense emotional reactions, while he wasn’t feeling anything, and was uncomfortable with manipulating people like that.

With his next record, “It’s Hard to Find a Friend,” you can hear that instead of embracing this kind of cathartic narrative, he instead explores new stories and characters, like the memorable father and son exchange in “Big Trucks,” the man who finds out his girlfriend has been cheating on him in “Bad Diary Days,” and the guy who has a problem with natural beauty in “When They Really Get To Know You They Will Run.” But there’s still religious material as well, like “Of Minor Prophets and Their Prostitute Wives,” a retelling of the obscure Old Testament book Hosea. Then finally, the album’s finest moment, “Secret of the Easy Yoke,” featuring a man who feels unmoved and annoyed by his friends and their seemingly perfect devotion. However, by the end of the song he’s turned to “Peace be still,” a mantra of simple confirmation and encouragement.

(Yes, there was “Promise” originally at the end of this record, but supposedly Bazan was told to add an uplifting song to the end of the record, and on the re-release in 2001 was left off.)

In his next record, the EP entitled “The Only Reason I Feel Secure (Is That I’m Validated By My Peers)” he returned to the more introspective side of his writing, peaking with a beautiful rendition of “Be Thou My Vision.” From there things turned rather dark, with the warning of the powers of sex and power and murder in “Winners Never Quit,” a story of two brothers: the “good” Christian who is secretly bad (and murders his wife then commits suicide), and his “bad” Christian brother who is arrested while driving drunk and goes to jail. “Bad Things To Such Good People,” the final song from the brother in jail, describes the arrogance of his father and contains a somewhat controversial line: “All the while, the good Lord smiles and looks the other way.” You could interpret it as the Lord is simply forgiving both the father and the son in jail of their sins, or you could also look at it as the Lord is simply letting chaos reign in their life and doing nothing about it. (Starting to sound a little like what Bazan is saying in “Curse Your Branches,” right?)

Actually, for a good statement of where Bazan was at around the time of “Winners Never Quit,” check out this great interview here.

Then there’s the amazing rock record, “Control,” easily Bazan’s most distressing record, which tackles infidelity, global warming and modernization. While he was merely baiting his Christian listeners in “Winners Never Quit,” in this record he finally tells them to buzz off with “Rapture,” a song about an adulterous couple having dirty motel room sex and one screams out “Oh my sweet rapture, I hear Jesus and the angels singing Hallelujah, calling in me to enter the promised land.” Later in “Priests and Paramedics,” a priest at a funeral for the adulterous man gives his people gather a bitter pill: “You’re gonna die. We’re all gonna die. Could be twenty years, could be tonight. And lately I have been wondering why we go to so much trouble to postpone the unavoidable and prolong the pain of being alive.”

“Control” then adds a question mark in it’s oft-debated finale, “Rejoice,” which says “Wouldn’t it be so wonderful if everything were meaningless. But everything is so meaningful and most everything turns to shit. Rejoice.”

Following that, David seems content to slowly go darker and more skeptical, all kind of staying in this ambiguous Christian world viewpoint, like on “Achilles Heel” and the synth-only record, “The Headphones,” throwing in the occasional four or seven letter world to rankle his critics.

However, with his first full album under his own name, I feel like things are a lot different. Things are personal again, however, it seems like the sarcasm has been replaced with vitriol and anger. “Hard to Be” kicks things off with an indictment of the creation story as a Christian’s excuse for misbehaviour, and ends with his graduation from “believer” to “non-believer.”  There’s “Bless this Mess,” which either celebrates the inversion of popular Christian parables (the wheat and the chaff, the candle under a bushel), or celebrates those who flaunt them. “Harmless Sparks” takes on pedophile priests and inserts a confession of his own doubt and it again conflicts with his family. “When We Fell” indicts the threat of Hell as motivation for belief. In “Bearing Witness” he’s sick of “making the pieces fit” and in “Heavy Breath” he reassures his God-fearing friends that life without him isn’t any different.

The album ends with “In Stitches,” which instead of reaffirming anything, seems to confirm David’s agnostic attitude. He’s still talking to his God, but like the entire album all along, it’s in the tone of talking to someone who has been betrayed by an ex-lover. (A common description of “Curse Your Branches” is that it’s David Bazan’s “break up album” with God).

I’ve been thinking about it, and to me, from a lyrical point of view, it seems like David has finally turned into the character he voiced in “Nothing” way back in 1997 on the “Whole EP.” Happier to go his own his own way, and giving up the struggle of belief.

I’ll admit that I don’t know David personally, and I don’t what’s really in his heart. For all I know that this is just a natural progression of his writing, and his relationship with God is his own business, so I don’t want to come across as judging him for what he’s chosen to believe. I don’t even want to go into the whole alcoholism thing either, despite it being such a large presence in his songs, because again, I don’t need to be judgmental of that (especially when I see my own struggle with that as well).

I guess after being such an intense fan, and hanging on much longer than a lot of my other Christian brothers, I don’t think I can hold David’s songs as close as I once did. I’m still totally in awe of his talent, and I’ve been forever changed by his writing, but “Curse Your Branches” seems to be the album at which when I have to keep his music out of reaching distance. It’s not enough that I can recognize that I disagree with much of what he has to say, because I’ve been to all the places he visits here. I personally want to move past those places, so while I appreciate and respect what he’s done, I can’t dwell in it like other albums he’s done.

However, part of me also knows that if I give up on him now, I might miss out on him coming around to the final “Lullaby” chapter in his records, which is just a too glorious prospect. Johnny Cash and Mike Knott worked in similar circles, so anything is possible, right?

(As a post-script, I know there’s so much more I could talk about here too, like the Christmas EPs, his relationships with other “Christian” artists like Damien Jurado, but this is sprawling enough already).

(As another post-script, is that I wanted to note that I’ve had the pleasure of seeing him perform many times over the years: Opening for Low at Lee’s Palace, rocking out the Horseshoe a couple times with TW Walsh, playing Buffalo with Starflyer 59, another Buffalo set done completely solo at the Mohawk, a solo show at the Music Gallery, a solo show in Seattle at the Crocodile Cafe with Damien Jurado and Ben Gibbard, and his return to Lee’s Palace with a full band in tour for “Curse Your Branches.” Whatever he does, I’ll still continue to come out to the shows, because they are always powerful experiences.)

(As one final post-script, I have to point out something funny Matt McKechnie wrote about me on his blog, taken from the last Bazan show at Lee’s, “I saw my friend Tyrone (of Silver Speakers) standing stage left with the look of an awed child meeting Santa Claus.”)

The worst feature of the t.o.night newspaper

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Being a print-based outlet is a tough slog these days, and I don’t want to heap undue criticism on any publication in particular (considering I also work for an online media outlet).

But…

The free afternoon glossy “t.o.night” has a simply terrible feature. The last few times I’ve picked it up from a faux newsie at Osgoode station to read on the subway ride home, I’ve noticed the most peculiar self-promotion sitting on the paper’s back page.

Instead of say, a scantily clad woman barely wearing American Apparel, “t.o.night” likes to show off an “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery” type ad, where they show how a daily paper publishes a similar story that “t.o.night” ran the afternoon before.

Now, I won’t pretend to know any more about the print process than I do (like I said, online is my world), but first of all, I doubt that Metro is looking at t.o.night for story ideas, especially since I expect they’re likely halfway finished laying out the paper before the glossy even hits the streets. The other beef I have is that some of these simliar stories are all basically based on the same wire put out by news wire services like Reuters or Canadian Press. (And the free dailies are heavily bolstered by wires… that’s what keeps costs down, and why they are free).

It works like this: in the morning, the wires (think of them like a borg-like news entity) push out the latest news stories. Actually, they push them around the clock, with constant updates all the time.  So at say, 6:30am or 9:30am or 11:30am, whenever the latest story moves, any organization who subscribes to their feed will see the updates.

So your favourite online news outlet (like CTV.ca News), which updates the news all the time, will have the latest, updated news stories. So if a story moves at 11am, you’ll see it at 11am.

Then, six hours later, that same news will show up in “t.o.night.”

Then, the next morning, that same news will show up in “Metro” or “24 Hours.”

Sure, “t.o.night” will have the story on dead trees well before someone else will have it on dead trees, but that doesn’t make their reporting or presentation any better (if there’s any original reporting going on at all). If I were them, I’d look for more interesting features and commentary and build the paper with more of a voice… since Blog.TO is already giving them content, and Torontoist has had ties to other outlets, maybe Toronto Mike or the Martini Boys are willing to sell them some content.

Despite my problem with their practice, I’ll still probably read an issue of “t.o.night” when it’s handed to me. But once the TTC finally puts some cell phone service underground, I think I’ll stick with browsing the latest news on my iPhone instead.

Maybe I’m missing something here: Some thoughts on “community,” the city and the gospel

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This week our Grace Gathering (a Grace Toronto Church bible study) was talking about values, and what values we think our city has, and what kinds of values we should have as a group of Christians in the city. One of the values we talked about was “community,” which seems to get a lot of lip service, but I think I really understand it.

In the broadest sense, “community” is an organized group of people with a set of values or a group in a certain location (thanks wikipedia!), or more specifically, people who share “intent, belief, resources, preferences, needs, risks” and other factors.

From that article, I also found Scott Peck’s description of community building, from a “pseudo-community” to “true community,” which as an end result, sounds like an awesome place to be:

True community: the process of deep respect and true listening for the needs of the other people in this community. This stage Peck believes can only be described as “glory” and reflects a deep yearning in every human soul for compassionate understanding from one’s fellows.

Personally, I think I’ve been involved in various different types of communities over the span of my life. Some went deeper than others, but I think groups like Beavers/Scouts when I was in elementary school, Beyond Existence (youth group) in high school, and Campus Crusade for Christ when I was in university, all provided a true “community” type environment.

However, leaving Kingston and Belleville behind and moving to Toronto, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt a part of a community in the same way as those experiences. Like many people in Toronto, I wasn’t born here, I didn’t have family here, and I really had to find my own way to figure out where I belong (still haven’t achieved that though).

And in Toronto especially, I’ve noticed that jobs/careers don’t seem to foster community either; most people will hardly ever spend recreational time with co-workers outside of the job site, and instead lead fairly fragmented lives.

I’m guilty of this: I have my “working” life, my married life, my church life, my family life, my sports life, and my arts life, which overall, doesn’t seem to crossover so much. I see coworkers during the day, my wife in the evenings, my church friends on Tuesdays and Sundays, the TFC on Saturdays, my family every other month, but I never really do any one of those frequently enough to develop or foster true community.

Perhaps part of my problem is physical location: I live on Danforth East, go to work on Queen West, go to church on Queen East, check out football in Parkdale and do shows in Kensington… it’s all downtown, but it’s also very, very spread out. But as more and more friends move out to Danforth East, and more interesting bars/coffee shops/restaurants open up in the hood, and maybe someday even a Grace Toronto church plant move out there, maybe I’ll feel like it’s a true community?

Maybe that’s why a group like The Society in Toronto, a community which people pay to join, and in exchange are cultured and entertained, can exist and be successful (though at times, it seems like this is a short cut to authentic community).

Though I love the internet and the mass dissemination of information it has created, I also feel like it has eroded the idea of community as much as it has fostered it. The internet allows me to find other people who love Pedro the Lion just as much as I do, but it also gives me a sense of false community through Myspace, Facebook and Twitter, where my “real” friends dwell, but is also bolstered by a large group of “fake” friends too.

There are exceptions though: there does seem to be a rabid shoring up of communities in the downtown music scenes, with groups like Wavelength, Pitter Patter and Two Way Monologues, bringing musicians and music fans together, as well as big events like Caribana and Pride, and even the countless marathons that jam up traffic all summer. But I wonder, that though there are communities developed there, they all seem to be “event” based more than anything else. Looking back to the “True Community” definition, I don’t think these groups apply.

When I explore my own mental health, and read about the experiences other people have had with anxiety and depression, I’m often overcome with emotion because it’s like I’m finally knowing that someone else has experienced what I have experienced, and in that knowing, there is some form of refuge: somewhere I can belong.

However, that refuge is not nearly as deep as the one I find in the gospel, where I can find the ultimate sense of belonging; one that will carry with me through every stage of life. To end this thought, I’ll leave you with a quote from Psalm 36, verses 7 to 9.

How precious is your steadfast love, O God!
The children of mankind take refuge in the shadow of your wings.
They feast on the abundance of your house,
and you give them drink from the river of your delights.
For with you is the fountain of life; in your light do we see light.

Rob Bell’s first visit to Toronto

Rob Bell came to Toronto, but Toronto did not come to see Rob Bell.

The author, Mars Hill pastor and sometimes-controversial “Emergent” theologian, began his presentation called “Drops like Stars” on thoughts about suffering and creativity with the usual “where’s everybody from” kind of preamble people on tour often give.

Except the night got off to a weird start when he asked if people at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre were from Toronto, and he got a rousing “NO.” Muffled shouts from the audience later indicated that many were from London, Waterloo, Barrie, Burlington, and assorted other suburban communities well outside the 416 area code and beyond.

(Earlier in the night, I was riding the streetcar down to Exhibition Place, and I was the only person on board… this explains why. I guess it also explains why most people on time for the 8pm start and why there weren’t stragglers arriving all night long. I have a few thoughts on why that might be, like how the “Mars Hill” style — born in a suburb of Michigan — appeals primarily to suburbanites and not the sophisticated downtown intellectuals, or maybe the downtown core is simply and profoundly “un-churched,” but I will leave those ideas for a future post.)

Rob Bell is a very gifted, talented speaker, and despite his presentation being nearly two hours long, he easily holds the audience’s attention the entire time. I won’t go into the content too much here. The QET wasn’t sold out, but it was nearly full and I imagine next time he comes to town, he’ll likely sell out a much larger venue. Bell was accompanied by a handful of hilarious slides and video on a giant screen, and even had his own U2-esque theme music that bookended the night: During his final story, I kind of thought it was an annoying ringtone going off at first. With no “worship” time or prayer time, I don’t think it was intended to come off as a “church” type night.

The other strange thing I noticed, was during an audience participation moment, he looked at somebody and asked, “Are you taking notes? Cool, let me see!” Strange because, why wouldn’t he think people would take notes, right?

…Did I mention that “Drops Like Stars” is also the name of Rob Bell’s new book, and that this is the tour supporting that?

Before the presentation began I figured I would beat the line afterwards and pick up the amazingly designed hardcover version of the book.  After I bought a copy, one of the staff told me not to look at the end, because it would spoil tonight’s presentation.

Weird, I thought.

After looking at the book on the TTC ride home, I can see why: The presentation isn’t exactly an elaboration on the themes of the book; it’s basically Rob Bell reciting the whole thing, nearly line-by-line, image-by-image. No wonder he was surprised someone was taking notes… if you bought the book or were planning to, you were wasting your time.

(I’ll need a lot more time to expand upon a lot of the thoughts within the book itself, which is beautiful and engaging, but I’ll meditate on it a while first.)

I was also surprised about how much the night seemed to be like a “motivational speaker” type event, and not quite a “Christianity” type event… there was discussion about Jesus and the cross, but not as much as there was about art theory, and quotes from famous authors of different stripes.

One of the criticisms that people have with Rob Bell and the emergent movement in general, is that sometimes it lacks a strong foundation in the Bible itself. “Drops like Stars” on the surface seems like it suffers the same fate… beyond a retelling of the prodigal son story at the beginning, and a smattering of other quotes, it seems like Rob Bell is building his thesis from more non-Biblical sources.

(Another quick diversion: Why is this a bad thing? Because most Christians believe that the Bible is directly inspired by God, that he is directly revealed through it, and regular study of it will give you bring you closer to him. Basing Christian ideas and theories on things outside of God’s word is like building a house on a sandy beach, and it can trick believers into believing un-Biblical things. If you want to read more about some criticisms of the emergent movement, take a look at “Why We’re Not Emergent By Two Guys Who Should Be,” because they explain this kind of caution better than I can.)

The thing is, as a long-time Christian myself, I can tell that Rob Bell’s message is a Christian one, and I’m confident that you can find explicit Biblical references to most, if not all, of the points he makes… it’s just strange that he doesn’t. For the “post-Christian,” or the Christian sick of the modern-day church, I think this approach would appear refreshing — and it is. But I wonder about people who don’t know about Jesus… are they going to “get it” in the same way? Will they “get it” more? I don’t think it will be as clear to those people who don’t already have a fairly broad knowledge base.

Overall, it was a very enjoyable night, highlighted especially by the moments of audience participation. I was inspired, and it made me want to start creating new media type presentations for my own church. So if you are planning on seeing Rob Bell on the tour, by all means go… but if you haven’t bought a ticket yet, save your money and buy the book.

Oh, and for those who were there or read the book, I’m Will Ferrell too.

(Photo of Rob Bell and “The Squirrel” by Gbrenna)

Things to do in Belleville: Go to Reid’s Dairy

reid3So if you find yourself in Belleville, Ontario, and asking yourself, “What do I do with myself today?,” consider this one of many pleasurable activities to consider.

Reid’s Dairy, which is located just south of the 401 on Sidney street (easily accessible for a quick pit stop if you’re passing by), is over 100 years old and remains independent to this day. I remember when it never had the tower and fake waving woman inside (the princess is long gone now… I believe it had something to do with Dairy Queen), and when Reid’s had a massive petting zoo, with lots of goats and other livestock.

reid2Now the zoo is replaced by a mini-mall square, complete with Quiznos, New Vision Christian book store and a flower shop, and Reid’s most mind boggling drive thru you have ever seen in your life. Imagine a disjointed figure eight with traffic islands and you get the idea.

I suggest getting the Loonie or Toonie milkshake, but you can get whatever you like… the ice cream is fresh and very sweet. And as a bonus, on the side of the cup you get this disturbing cow staring out at you while you enjoy her sweet, sweet nectar.

But if it’s your first visit to the dairy, head inside and check out the view of the factory through the glass windows (unless you are in there at the crack of dawn, you’ll never see any action). Then, as you browse their various cheeses, hit the big red button on the wall and be horrified as the creepiest animatronic stage show featuring bumpkin bluegrass players commence.

If you look carefully enough, you can probably also spot the choo-choo train running around the perimeter of the store, and the giant cow’s head which you can also activate with a big red button.

Does this all sound bizarre? It is. One of the two must-visit places you must hit when you stop by what the locals lovingly call, “Bellvegas.”

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All it takes is one live venue, and Leslieville will change

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Since moving to Toronto over five years ago, lots has changed around the city. Yonge and Bloor has been demolished, there’s an aiport on the island, and Queen between Degrassi and Coxwell is cool.

I first moved to the city while I was finishing an e-Journalism program at Loyalist College in Belleville, doing an unpaid internship at the old CTV.ca news website in Agincourt. I stayed at my then girlfriend’s parents house in the East side of town, just half a block south of Lahore Tikka in Little India, near Gerrard and Greenwood.

Eventually I moved out to Queen and Bathurst in a small, cheap, one bedroom basement apartment and because we were on the Queen line, we’d take that epic ride West on the 501 when I visited. At the time, it was a sketchy thing going out that way… once you passed by Yonge and the Eaton centre, you passed by Moss Park, Parliament, Regent Park, then over the DVP. South Riverdale rolled by with Jillys, Dangerous Dans, the Real Jerk and the Opera House, then a whole lot of mechanic shops and nothing until I’d eventually get to Greenwood.

It seems overnight that things at Queen and Greenwood have changed, and I think it started with Film Buff and the Red Rocket coffee place. After the hood survived the “No Box Stories in Leslieville” movement, the new identity cemented itself this summer with Chino Locos, Cream and Celil Cottage all popping up and just exploding with popularity, drawing a crowd like the strip has never seen before.

So now, in September 2009, it seems like Leslieville has hit a tipping point, and is on the verge of maybe changing for the worse. Unlike Ossington, which has seen it’s own explosion of change in the last couple years, Leslieville never had the “party problem.” Sure, there’s lots of places to grab a drink down there, even in the newly opened Cottage and Roy Roy, but Leslieville has never had a real “venue” where live music or DJs could hold spin deep into the night.

It makes sense that it hasn’t happened yet; the east end is still very family focused… it’s quiet, and people are generally hanging around, waiting to be scene. You’ll find students living there, sure, but I would wager it’s alot of young adults looking for a little peace and quiet, some good food and art, without getting caught up in the so-called pretensiousness of life West of Bathurst.

But all it will take is one live venue with a half decent booker and all those hold-out store fronts will convert and the party will finally come. And I’m looking square at the Duke at Queen and Leslie as ground zero for this to happen… it already has dive bar cred, and if it needs to, I imagine it can pack in a crowd.

For now, Leslieville remains an indie version of the Beaches, and will probably always be a little less cool, and a little less dangerous than Riverdale South, just to the West.

Well, take a look at this giant concrete coffee cup

Concrete Coffee Cup statue

I spotted this on Saturday during my last stop at Mercury Espresso Bar in Leslieville. I should have asked about more details in regards to this piece, but I was just too ready to devour my iced americano instead. There also appeared to be scotch tape shells of this statue in the window as well. Whatever it is, I love it. I would be proud to have this as a yard statue or maybe a decorative lamp stand.

(The title under the statue says “Large Coffee Cup, Cement, 2005).

Kudos to you, unknown artist. Once I find out who you are, I’ll update this post accordingly.