University of Toronto
After a slow start, long brunch and chat with Adriana and Charlie (Ukraine, personal info mgmt, palm pilot interface vs modern crap), I walked through UofT to meet Lisa at her work.
It's a beautiful campus. There's more buildings now and they are tearing up front campus to put an underground parking lot in. Hopefully they'll restore the grass on top afterwards.
Convocation Hall is the site of the worst few hours of my life, thanks to Angela Y Davis. It wasn't her fault.
University College still looks the coolest. It posed as an American university in a show Alistair and I watched. I used to have some philosophy of language and philosophy of mind classes there.
Next to it is hart house. I think it was a club at one point. Didn't allow women for a long time. Had a nice reading room and café. And a pool. Maybe I went to the pool once? I've dreamed about it since.
Then Queen's Park, with brave squirrels and the statue in the centre. I climbed up behind the guy late one night.
Then Victoria College. Lisa works in the library here. I had some classes here to-- it could be hard to get all the way across campus between classes. Maybe this is where I met Adriana in anthropology? I seem to remember meeting up in Trinity College café after tutorials. I'll ask. I think I took phenomenology and also Literary Studies here.
Northrop Frye taught here, so here's a picture of me with him.
Lisa and I walked to another board game café.
Robarts Library-- supposedly it looks like a peacock from 10,000 feet. I always liked it because it looked like aliens had landed.
Toronto streets are quite pretty I think.
