~ I tried to go to the Health Force Ontario interview yesterday but was unable to find the building. The building should have been easy to find except Google Maps claims it exists exactly where it does not. What is there is 258, I’m looking for 288. I’m not too worried as it’s 3:10 and my interview isn’t until 3:30. But the thing is the woman who was supposed to interview me was adamant the interview would be over at 3:45 because she, under no circumstances, works later than 3:45. This seems dodgy to me, a mere fifteen minutes to sell myself, question her about the job and show my portfolio, but judging by her demeanor on the phone I was getting the queasy feeling fifteen minutes in a room with her is about all I’d want.
Unable to find the 288 by the usual means (a street number on the building where Goggle Maps claims it should be), I decided to use the visual directions given to me on the phone. She claimed the building was having “a little construction” done to it and was “kitty-korner” from Ryerson and has a Tim Horton’s on the bottom floor. The building having massive construction done to it (with Tim Hortons on the bottom floor) is, in fact ,across the street from Ryerson, but why quibble. So I go there. The only number I can find is 300. Also, the building is completely off-limits to the public right now. Except for the Tim Horton’s which is business as usual, complete with homeless valet opening the door for you. So I follow a pair of construction workers going in from the work-site and ask them if they know how to get into 288. They have no clue. The one that looked like Billy Bob Thorton gone-to-seed (and the day after a rough night) tells me it has to be back across the street at 258. So I go back in case I missed it. No, 288 would have to be right in the middle of Dundas Square, which is a whole other level of surreal modernist dis-comfort worthy of a post in itself. Dundas Square is a large bleak cement triangle in the middle of three streets furnished with chrome café tables and chairs and a few huge video screens. So standing in the middle of this urban purgatory, looking at my watch (3:35) I decide to fuck it and go to HMV. The new Underworld album is, by the way, awesome.
~ The first issue if PLOG: P[aper b[LOG] is finished. And available for any who wish a copy. All I have to say about it is: Kinkos is bullshit.
~ I found my new Blackball Records. Had a nice chat with the dude at Pandemonium. We talked about grow-ops and the need for an art-supply store on the westside.
~ I forgot it was halloween today. I saw a girl with blackened eyes and one pant leg ripped right off. I thought she’d been rolled then realized she was supposed to be a zombie.