Yesterday I went through all of the private messages I’d shared with Frank Gutch Jr, since I’d first encountered him. It was in 2013, just after I’d begun writing this weekly column, and right from that first message, it was as though we were separated at birth.
If you didn’t get your chance to get your Irish on on Friday, March 17th, Torontonians will get another chance to do so today, when the annual St Patrick’s Day Parade starts at noon. The route begins on the corner of Bloor and St George, heads east on Bloor, south on Yonge, and west on Queen St, before finishing up at the parade reviewing stand at Nathan Phillips Square.
Setting the Sagacious Stage:
It is said that we will live out our entire lives chronologically ensconced inside “The Information Age.” I fear that this present period of heightened titillating trivia, tawdry tidbits, celebrity gossip, fatuous factoids, nonsense nuggets, meaty memes and unbridled electronic congress via the internet is not so much an “Age” as a blitzkrieg. And that’s not counting commercials, movies, television, billboards, Instagrams, radio…blah-de-fucking-blah.
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Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 