At Danforth and Morton in east Toronto there sits a Toronto Hydro-Electric building. There were great, large trees on the street side of the property until this past March when this happened:
One of them was definitely diseased; the center rotten and barely any wood left surrounding it. But still, I was moaning and complaining about how trees all over the neighborhood were being removed and not replaced.
And then this week, a miracle:
New trees in almost exactly the spots where they removed the old ones. Our urban forest lives on!
Recently in City Category
On December 10, 2008, I attended the Spacing magazine anniversary party at The Great Hall on Queen St. West in Toronto and, in a fit of jubilance, extended my Spacing magazine subscription by 2 years. I was told that the new subscription would be tacked to the end of my existing subscription which would be ending in 2009. I drank some wine and all was right with the world.
Then, at the end of my original term came a notice that my subscription was running out. Oh, a misunderstanding, thought I, and I sent an email reminding them of my renewal. No response.
I called the office and left a message explaining the situation and leaving my phone number. No response.
Oh, thought I, they're likely busy people and I'm sure it's taken care of.
But, by now I should have received the next issue and I am Spacing-less.
Now, $26 isn't a lot of money but it's the principle of the thing. A magazine preaching social consciousness stole my money. And won't respond when asked about it.
I still want the issues I paid for but this episode has really altered how I feel about Spacing magazine.
