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Double Trouble

11 Nov

Maybe about two years ago Carellyn (ie. cq& Elle) & Jinje became obsessed (mostly just cq) with finding THE BEST Trini Double in the city.  What is a double you ask?  Ohhhh, just scrumptiously stewed curried chickpeas punctuated by tamarind and hot sauce, sandwiched between two fried naan-like turmeric spiced breads.  Also they are generally less than $2, so they are cheap enough for my broke ass, and also easy to consider a snack and eat between meals … 😉

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extra tamarind pleeease [via newyorkseriouseats]

One evening ‘Team Doubles‘ (ie. the 3 aforementioned individuals) decided we would venture into Parkdale to check out the last downtown double spot we’d yet to hit, Ali’s Roti Shop.  Our intention was to have this for dinner.  One thing led to another and before we knew it, it was close to 10:30pm and to say Team Doubles was working a strong whiskey buzz would be an understatement. This was a problem, as Ali’s closes at 10:30pm.  Being the type of person who once I get something in my mind I get like a bit hell-bent on accomplishing or attaining that thing at all costs, I called Ali’s to check if they were actually closing at 10:30, and to my delight, I discovered they were staying open a bit later.

NOT to be confused with Ali Baba's, punks

NOT to be confused with Ali Baba’s, punks

But with Ali’s being a good 20-30 minute bike ride from my place of residence this meant that I had to get a little hardcore on Team Doubles, and force them to follow me on a drunken cycling tear through the streets of Toronto.  It’s important to note that neither of my two comprades are confident urban cyclists at the most sober of times, and that I am the only one who even owns a bike.  Luckily I have extras!

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                                                         trini doubles express!

Our Trini Doubles Express ride to Ali’s was ALMOST successful.  We made it to within blocks of our destination without incident.  And then… Ellen decided her shoe was cumbersome.  And decided that the obvious solution was to kick it off, onto the sidewalk.  It took her about 50metres to realize that this was not a logical end.  She started yelling at me to stop, which I did, and looked back.  First I realized Jinje was nowhere in sight.  Second I realized Ellen is missing a shoe and is trying to stop.  Then because she was back then a pretty incompetent cyclist (sorry – you’re way better now!!), Ellen started to topple over a bit. Naturally this makes me laugh, and so I started to fall over myself.

Bike Safety... for future reference

Bike Safety… for future reference

Two hipsters ride by us and yell at us to RIDE SAFE!!! I can’t disagree.  The pack of hobos in the parking lot across the street seemed to find the situation more amusing than the hipsters.  One of them yelled something mostly incoherent but we could make out the word ‘CINDERELLAAAAA’ which I have to concede is a pretty hilarious thing to shout at that moment, especially if you’re a hobo.

struggles

struggles

In my fit of laughter at watching Ellen fall that caused me to fall as well (I wish I could say that’s the only time that ever happened…), I cut my leg and keep a scar to remind me of that shining moment.  I wonder if the hipsters and hobos hold that memory so dear. Ultimately, Ellen and I got back on our bikes, Jinje rolled up a few minutes later, and we continued along to arrive at our destination juuuust in time to scoop up the last few doubles and enjoyed them on the stoop.  And of course the doubles we SO worth it. In case anyone cares I’d say these are the second best doubles in the downtown area, behind the incomparable doubles of Carribean Roti Palace.  Roti – now that is an entirely different conversation.  Anyone up for a bike ride?

mission accomplished

mission accomplished

Daily Prompt: Food for the Soul

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The Heckling Section

7 Nov
baaaaa-heeeed

baaaaa-heeeed

This photo suspends a moment in time:

After we had embarked on our first backpacking trip // before we were unceremoniously kicked out of Scotland

After we were accused of stealing a remote control // before we knew the allegation was serious

After we thought we had a cheering section // before we realized it was just one crusty heckler

Before we knew what was coming*

 

*Full stories perhaps some other time // response to the daily prompt

In A Sea Black With Ink

6 Nov

My Journals //  Searching for Endings

a sea black with ink

a sea black with ink

I searched for some of my old journals today.  My broken leg is telling me to dig up old pieces of writing, while also serving as a(n apparently needed) barrier to my thrill-seeking inclinations.  The stack pictured is what I’ve gone through in about 4 years.

The pages are filled with half finished stories, scattered lines of poetry, random snippets of anecdotes… and some very strange, un-beautiful sketches.  I think it’s high time to finish at least one story or poem/ by the end of the month.  This is a fairly considerable commitment, given that I have yet to do this over the past 4 years.

Some other searches, some past, some present, some not mine:

 

Searching for Synchrony //  Wilco – Sunken Treasure  

 

 

Searching for the Perfect Blue // Essie – Bouncer, it’s me 

cobalt ya face

co-balt ya face

 

Searching for Thrills // Crookers ’08

kickin for kicks

“kickin for kicks!”

 

daily prompt – google and rescue: what was the last thing you searched for?

….this would be lying if I left out cat videos


Streetlife in Beijing

5 Nov
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ridin’ dirty

pedaling along, a little fish in beijing’s sea of bicycles, felt more like navigating fate than roads

remembering which of those windows of the concrete behemoth was mine felt more impossible every day over 6 weeks

trapped outside in the dead of a sharp china winter at 3am, and as the night turned into morning felt more like comedy than crisis

watching those military men march down the hallway toward us in the building into which we had trespassed felt more like this might end up being an awesome story but elspeth will lose her shit if she sees them than maybe i shouldn’t trespass in highly oppressive foreign countries 

 

*** response to daily prompt intense, and perhaps the beginnings of an attempt to participate in NaBloPoMo.  “Do it!!!” says my terrible jerk of a broken leg.