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posted by mr. tomas ubik @ Friday, October 31, 2008 |

i live here now...

http://yourtreelooksthirsty.tumblr.com

sorry blogger. im sure you wont notice im gone.

posted by mr. tomas ubik @ Thursday, May 22, 2008 |

Achilles St. Patty's Day 5K Run/Walk

Hello reading faithful...

On March 11th, I am going to be participating in the Achilles Track Club's St. Patrick's Day 5K Run/Walk. The Achilles Track Club is a small Toronto organization that helps to encourage active lifestyles for those living with disabilities. Every year they hold an annual run to raise money for the disability community and this year I will be captaining the Easter Seals Canada Team.

If you would like to register to run with us on March 11th, take a look at the following link

Easter Seals Achilles St. Patty's Run Team

On this page you can also make a direct donation to our Team. Our goal is $5000 and we are well on our way. Please help us support this great organization, and raise money to help kids of all abilities succeed. Money raised for the Easter Seals Achilles St. Patty's Day 5 K run goes to Easter Seals Canada programs helping kids with disabilities.

Thankyou,

posted by mr. tomas ubik @ Friday, February 23, 2007 |

Allo: Can you hear me? Yeah Its Internet Phone. What? Sorry What?

I think I am actually the worst person to be friends with ever. For no other reason than partial poverty and a general disinterest in making a change I went for roughly four months without a phone.

That's right, no means of contacting me other than my persistent insistence that people email me and then ill get back to them via free Vonage like Voip services across the Internet. It was the growth extension of what was once simply the pager. Formally reserved for drug dealers and cutting edge stock traders, I evolved the pager to incorporate multiple medias.

As much as I tried to pretend that I was still in touch with people, it became a sham. I simply was not reachable to anyone outside of the four person Gmail circle that leaves their gchat on all day, and the girlfriend whose attention i could not let waver in fear of loss. No no hunny, this voip thing is great, sure the free call trial period is over and i have to redial after five minute disconnect periods, but were in love so whatever. shessh, i must be good in bed! Probably also a fathomed reality, but I'm on a roll so whatever.

Alas, my flirtation with being a digital vagabond could not last forever, for I once again have a cell phone. How a subsidiary of Rogers took me back, Ill never know, but hello world, I am in your network, let the dollars dial out the door once more.

posted by mr. tomas ubik @ Wednesday, February 07, 2007 |

Batter Up

I can confidently write without hesitation that in stepping away from the blog for the past 5 months or so that I no longer think anyone reads this. I always wanted just a journal online, and though at first it was fun to hunt readers, link off others and try my darndest to capture even a 10th of paige's audience, after a year and a bit it just got awkward.

I hate having to be related to my blog's writings, I mean I sit down for ten minutes, write out some garbage nonsense thought, piled with spelling mistakes and loose lipped opinion and then all of a sudden im in real world conversational battles about my opinions on life and love.

In one simple expression to describe my anxiety towards blogs come last spring -- BLAAAURGGHAAH.

That is the sound of one vomiting.


Regardless, I have had to start writing much more frequently, and so I shall return to this tool for the ages to freshen my jive lingo; a linguistic batting cage of sorts if you will. As of today, I will use this as a forum for what is happening with work, and how my work is revealing resources and more importantly opinions on the social sector and its many divisions.

I work in health, environment, youth, community, and art, and this space will be used to practice what it is I am trying to say to my paid audience prior to print.

Welcome to the practice field.

posted by mr. tomas ubik @ Tuesday, January 23, 2007 |

I Sleep with the Fan On

So a guy was murdered like 100 feet from my door the other day. Hows that for Parkdaley occurence. Poor ole Christopher White got shot in the head by some other cracky in the notable crack den on the corner of Elm Grove and King street this past Sunday morning.

Now dont be scared mom, it was only 1 of 3 murders that happened all over Toronto on Sunday morning so really no one is safe; or are they?

The funny thing about having a murder in your locality is how immediate the whole neighbourhood cleans up. Theres been cops all over the place this week, forensic trucks, diabetic horse cops, and I think I even saw David Caruso at one point combing the neighbourhood.

One thing in the wake of Christopher White's death is the complete lack of local crazies who would normally reside around the very obvious crack den. Its like Whitby all over again, calm cool, collected working types walking about, sharing directions, and smelling flowers. My neighbour even gave me a tomato yesterday that he grew all himself. Hurray a tomacco from inner city Toronto.

I am all for the management of social impurities, and in many ways support the concept of safe haven's for those addicted to the worst of life's vices. But when it gets dirty, you start to become uneasy and though the neighbourhood now appears, for the time being, to be much safer, Ill still be weilding homemade numbchucks everytime i go out for a smoke.

you can read the article here: Murder doesn't surprise.

who better to report on a crazy cracky murder than the Toronto Sun.

posted by mr. tomas ubik @ Wednesday, September 20, 2006 |

Welcome to Parkdale.

I moved into a beautifully eclectic neighbourhood of Toronto in the middle of July and though only recently have I been spending a suitable amount of time in the new palace of Parkdale to call it my home I have become quite fond of the neighbourhood and its many characters.

For those unaware, Parkdale is the interesting community tucked between jameson st to the west, ossington to the east, queen to the north, and king to the south. The demographic which resides in Parkdale is multifaced to say the least. It is this odd mix of low income, young 20 somethings, homeless, Asian families, and those who seem to be the most outspoken of all, the resident "crackies" for lack of a better term.

The most famous of the local residents has to be Kevin Clarke, independent mayor candidate, whose platform is comprised of chalk drawings throughout the neighbourhood encouraging such positive messages as:

• "Save the Children"

• "Think of the Children"

• "Believe in Children"

and of course,

• "Stop the Cops"

Anyone familiar with downtown Toronto will no doubt be familiar with Mr. Clarke and his chalk campaign for mayor as he is quite visible in his colourful outfits ranging from Carribana poster child to oppressed collared judge like get up. I had become familiar with Mr. Clarke and his platform for sometime but only recently, thanks to an evening stoop sitting, was I made aware that our potential mayor to be lives directly across the street from me.

Needless to say I was overwhelmed, and now thanks to my frequent donation of cigarettes to my favorite political candidate we have become friends, and I am now contemplating governing his run for office. We are planning a campaign expansion looking at posters with finger paints, corner puppet shows, and a soap box platform using old milk crates and stolen baby carriages to literally roll his message all the way to Queen's Park.

Now some may say that supporting a random, somewhat "crazy" independent candidate for mayor is silly, however, just the other day while enjoying another stoop sitting NDP candidate (aka my usual pony) Cheri DiNovo was door to door campaigning for the up coming MPP elections, and was verbally outwitted, outvolumed, and out-poetically matched, by Mr Kevin Clarke who stood across the street rhyming and raving his platform flustering the crap out of poor Miss DiNovo.

I think the combination of Layton's mustache and Clarke's flash could have the big orange rhyming their way into political power.

posted by mr. tomas ubik @ Monday, August 28, 2006 |