My Friends

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This is a scene, not an arms race.

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Sorry, Fall Out Boy, but I just don’t agree with ya.

It’s Friday finally and I wanted to tell you something. I wanted to say that I’m grateful for your friendship and respect.

This city has really grown on me but it’s not just because of the sights and the things to do. It’s the people I’ve met and forged really great friendships with.

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I'm not to cool to be a good friend

Lately I’ve been hearing people tell me that this social media is a scene of competitiveness and cat calls, and I guess people reap what they sow. In my case I like to stay out of the way of any petty battles and I try not to speak ill of anyone, but I guess I’m just old fashioned like that. I had two good friends back in BC who got into it pretty bad and they both wanted to crap-talk to me about the other, but I would not take sides. I would hear and support everything else and I think it was the best course of action as it all patched itself up eventually. So if you have something bad to say about this person or the other I’m probably not the right person to tell because I will not abandon a friendship so easily because you two may have some static, which in 99% of cases can be solved easily. I won’t pass on your comments about that person and I won’t pass theirs on to you – in fact I’d rather not hear the details at all – it’s the best friend I can be to you, believe me.

In general I just try to make sure I’ve not intentionally wronged anyone, so if I have, let me know and I will make it up to you. I know that in the social media game everything is amplified and yes it becomes a bit of a scene, but I feel fortunate that this “scene” is supportive and filled with some pretty quality folks who like to help each other.

So to those of you I’ve met and who read this blog I say: thank you from my heart. To the random haters or the 1 or 2 people who may have beef with me without even knowing me I still say thank you and hope that one day whatever issue or hang up that gives you dark glasses on your perspective will clear itself up. I will be there on the other side with a smile, perhaps a slightly confused one (because I would have no idea what your beef really is), but a warm smile nonetheless.

If we haven’t met yet, come say hi. I’m not ignoring you, trust me, it’s just a matter of locking eyes and shaking hands. So follow me on Twitter, listen to my music, keep commenting, keep conversing. Agree or disagree and I will listen and respond. Like me or hate me but know that I will never hate you back.

Thank you Canada for reminding me what home is and thank you Toronto for reminding me how wrong I was so many years ago about you.

tiny tom donut

When I take a beating I need Band-Aid healing

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The Sean Ward Show on Michaelnus.com

@Seanward, @H3rscu, @katlangdon and yours truly were hanging out at the CNE yesterday (Torontoites call it the Ex) and we had ourselves a swell time rain or shine.

There were a few things we wanted to accomplish at this year’s ex and through diligence and a LOT of patience I’m happy to say that we pretty much covered them all.

Task 1: Eat something at the Food Building – Check

Task 2: Track down the much hyped “deep fried butter” – check

Task 3: Order and consume the deep fried butter (bonus points for chocolate covered bacon and Tiny Tom donuts) – check

Task 4: Ride at least one vomit-inducing ride after eating all that food – check

Task 5: Run amok a little while before going to the tweetup at Yorkville – check

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The infamous deep fried butter

Kat had to leave early so she didn’t get to have the butter or take a ride, but she did get her Tiny Tom fix, and let’s be honest here: If you don’t get Tiny Tom’s at the Ex (a staple food for many years there), then it’s like you didn’t go at all. On the way to walking her to her car we noticed a mobile recording booth plastered (pardon the pun) in Band-Aid logos and I was itching to investigate. Turns out Band-Aid brand bandages is touring the country looking for the best jingle singer around. All you have to do is sign up and sing the familiar “stuck on Band-Aid” jingle and they will post your video on their site.

I wanted to do something special for them since Band-Aid has been with me all my life and reminds me of those rough and tumble days as a little boy when I would play hard and come back home with a few nicks and scrapes. My dad, who used to be an army medic, swore by Band-Aid and would only buy that brand because they lasted long and kept the cuts clean no matter how dirty I got. Haha, I’ll never forget how he used to do field dressings on my banged up knee – he would cut off a layer of onion, heat it up over the stove and place it between my cut and the Band-Aid. I guess those were the days before Band-Aid added “Advanced Healing” to their bandages. Luckily today I don’t have to smell like onion to get the same effect.

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So on the way back from the car, I cobbled up an original jingle of my own and by the time we got back to the recording booth it was ready to rock. Here’s a link to the video they took of me on their site. I think on August 31 they are opening up the videos to votes, so please vote for me (and you know I will remind you anyway) and maybe I can win the contest!

Stay tuned over at Seanward.net for a video blog of our day at the Ex! Should be up later this evening!

UPDATE: Sean put the video up and it’s good times! Here’s the link, so show him some love.

Here’s some pot shots:

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French Fries. From France.

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McDonalds French Fries - Michael Nus

Sean and I had a swell time last night at #PotluckTO. He jangled at me over the interwebs and thought it would be funny if we rolled up to McDonalds in the NusMobile and asked for $20 worth of their french fries. Why not? So I jumped in the car and we sped off to Parkdale on a fry mission.

The video below is what ensued. And make damn sure you go to SeanWard.net and check it daily. Sean is doing a vlog each and every day and will be nearing 100 updates real soon so be sure to cheer him on. I’m already a big fan.

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#NusCabana Birthday

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I just want to say thank you to all the great people I’ve met since I returned to Toronto. On Sunday I invited a few close pals over to my home to take part in birthday festivities at the increasingly infamous NusCabana. For those of you who have graced me with your presence there you know how much fun it can be there just to hang with friends and eat tasty food by the pool. It’s nice for a change to be surrounded by people I know in the social media community without feeling the need to carry my business card on my person.MichaelNus birthday cake

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Me as depicted by Sean Ward

Perhaps it’s a personal failing or just a by-product of my European upbringing, but I tend to be a very doting host when people are over at the Cabana. Even on my birthday I was at the grill throwing everyone’s num nums on the fire and serving it back at them piping hot. I don’t view it as me being a slave horse, I just enjoy cooking and I would hate to see a piece of meat go to waste because, let’s face it, most people have no idea what they’re doing at the grill. But really it’s more because I was raised to honor my guests by being hospitable. Honor my home and I will honor you in return.

#Broforce arrived in, well, force. For those of you that don’t know, Jeremy, Randeep, Jon and myself comprise the four pillars of #Broforce and that counts for a lot. We’re thinking of making either T-Shirts of Decoder rings to signify our memberships. Jon is Broforce North, Randeep is East, Jeremy is South, and I am West. It would be really cool if we could summon a “BroBot” named “BroTron” to battle evil and adversity. Although I think we would be a lot more successful if we could ice each other just a little less. Jeremy brought a cooler full of Smirnoff Ice and you can bet that a bunch of people at NusCabana felt those frost their throats as they chugged them down. Smirnoff should seriously pay us to advertise for them since we buy so much of their product and generally have a fun time with them. I should have pitched them at the Smirnoff Experience party the night after Nuscabana.

Perhaps there is some sort of latent power in inviting good friends over to celebrate the life of one amongst their midst. The weatherman was damned sure there was supposed to be a thunderstorm that evening, but it mysteriously never came. In preparation for the storm I did everything I could to make the party happen by hook or by crook. I moved the time to 3 hours earlier and even went out and bought a bunch of umbrellas for my guests while hoisting open the large patio umbrellas at #NusCabana in defiance of the weather gods. Nothing they could have thrown at me short of a Tornado would stop me from entertaining my guests. Now I’m stuck with a pile of umbrellas and some wonderful gifts from my friends. Their friendship.

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The shindig lasted till a bit after midnight and people kept arriving until the very end. Much appreciation for the scotch and cigars and the great food everyone brought along. Thou knowest me well.

So what’s next for Nus? Well I am still fighting the uphill battle that is gaining admission into law school. Truth to tell, it’s been a real pain in the ass as the US school that have accepted me are obscenely expensive, which means I gotta go to the bank with my hat in my hand asking for a loan to the tune of $90,000 – and that’s just to cover tuition for 3 years! I am secretly hoping and praying that U of Ottawa takes me off the wait list. I got into that school too but this year they have had a ton of applicants so I have to wait and see. It would make my life about 100,000, 000 times easier if I just could go there. Plus I would be only a train ride away from the city and people I love so much here in Toronto. I ask that you all send me positive energy so the powers that be grant me final admission to U of Ottawa Law. That’s my birthday wish this year.

Although I do have a few alternatives in a “worst case” scenario. (1) Go to California Western in the Spring (I got in there too) (2) Stay in Toronto and be awesome on the social media scene as I reassess, work, volunteer and maybe take the LSAT one more time (shudder).

I want to be able to use my legal education and/or life experience to come back to Toronto and make this city even greater. What say you? Michael Nus for mayor 2015?

Stay tuned for my update on the Bon Jovi concert, courtesy of @cellguru and @clickflickca. Outstanding gentlemen! And stay tuned even more for the dirt on why I wear mirrored shades 85% of the time, rain or shine.

Lookie here what @Casiestewart made!

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Video!

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Recovering with #smirnoffexp

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I’m recovering from an epic birthday weekend thanks to my wonderful Toronto friends. My two uncles are taking me out to dinner tonight so I have one final leg to go before the big birthday wrap up. It’s going to be a doozy and will probably feature a lot of people who make my heart sing.

So while I go and chow down like a fatty, here are some pictures to tide you over till tomorrow when the wrapup happens. I also want to thank Smirnoff Canada (@smirnoffcanada), Casie Stewart (if you don’t know her twitter handle by now, hang yourself), Rayanne Langdon (@rlangdon), Hawley Dunbar (@hawleydunbar), and Meg Kerr (@meg_kerr) for making the Smirnoff Experience party happen for me on my actual birthday, which was yesterday on the 19th! Running into Guy, Roshelle, Erin, Sean, Emma, was awesome and it really put the night over the top. So did the copious amounts of free vodka drinks. Try the “Dark Alley” cocktail. 1 oz of Smirnoff twisted lime, some Ribena and 2 ounces of sexy girl in black chin length wig and hot dress. Behold!

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I met a lot of new people and saw some familiar faces and the most frequent question I got was “why do you wear mirrored sunglasses all the time”? I think I will answer that question in this here blog in the next couple of days so stay tuned for the mystery to finally be revealed. There is an actual reason that has nothing to with Corey Hart.

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It’s Over 9000!!!!

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In case you have no idea what the title of this post refers to then you need to Know your Meme

Had a great day at the Toronto Islands. Walked miles and miles and ran into so much random crap. After a long walk me and Case stopped at the main fountain on Centre Island to dip our does and cool the six pack of MGD we brought along for the walk and noticed all sorts of weirdly dressed people passing by. They looked like anime characters and Iw as perplexed as to why someone would just show up to an island wearing bizarre clothing. It dawned on us that we stumbled upon the annual cosplay picnic  We also decided to take a few rides on the kiddie rides at CentreVille and take part in a drum circle just before we left.

Just goes to show that getting out beats staying home any day and it’s good to be a kid again sometimes. Keep an eye out for Casie’s Blog post on our outing as it bound to be be chock full of more pics and video!

Michael Nus Holy Trinity of Happiness

How to enjoy life

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People have this common sentiment that life and happiness is some kind of profound mystery. Perhaps scientifically there are some things about life we can’t explain thoroughly with any real authority (i.e. like why hotdogs come in packs of 8 and buns come in packs of 12) but other than that I don’t think that life and happiness is that big of a mystery.

I suspect that much of the confusion that gets people all tangled up in this idea of life and happiness as a mystery comes from a tendency to over complicate things and attach value to physical things. However somewhere in the mix and thrice removed from an item’s original intended purpose, people forget about the whole point of that thing they bought, that food they ate, or that device that is supposed to make life easier.

What am I talking about, you may be asking. Well let me throw this out there: I think life and the pursuit of happiness can be simple. It’s just a matter of what you NEED rather than what you crave. Hopefully without sounding like a dogmatic pedagogue I would like to submit my basic formula for life. I call it the Holy Trinity of Happiness Here it is:

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Michael Nus Holy Trinity of Happiness. Click to Enlarge.

Duh! Right? Well, you would be surprised at how many people I’ve met who are missing one or more of the three needs! The basic principle of the Holy Trinity is that there are really only 3 things you need in life, while everything else are just wants that are band-aid solutions like useless possessions. The Trinity is a visual representation of my philosophy and I’m always able to use it to troubleshoot my life if ever I’m feeling blue. I believe that the “secret” to happiness is the presence of all three of the needs in one’s life. They are also connected and dependent on one another. For example you need food to have the strength to fuel your passion or love, you need love (or even sometimes the loss of it from one person in your life at some point) to be able to express yourself and appreciate art and, unless you plan to subsist on traditional 18th century prison rations, you can indulge your creativity in glorious food in all its forms, colors, flavors and origins.

I think a good example would be that vacation you once took to an exotic destination that amazed you and left you longing for a return to that place someday. For example, you could go to Brazil and take in the beautiful food, the lively music and the free love. Or you can go to Israel or Greece and bask in the warmth of the hospitality of its citizens as they tell you stories of their rich cultural histories over a strong coffee, delicious food, some Ouzo or Arak, and lively songs at the bazouki or margoa. You can also find the Trinity right at home, like I did when I returned to Toronto. I’ve lived in BC, New York and abroad and I have fallen in love with this city and found my Trinity here. Although I am able to take it with me anywhere I go, I will always know that Toronto, to me, is nice and heavy on the love part so I love the people in it right back. It’s why I started this blog and am in the process of dedicating an entire section of this website to my friends. Conversely my friend Angie visited Costa Rica last year and found that her Holy Trinity lay there. She calls this phenomenon “Pura Vida” (Pure Life) and decided to leave her workaday life in Mississauga to a place more suited to her needs as a person who is very passionate about surfing. She will be missed.

Back to the diagram: Take away any one of the three and you will notice that you can get pretty depressed, or even die (no food = dead MichaelNus). For example you may eat well and create brilliant works of art but be a misunderstood artist with no friends and family because you have pushed them all away. So in the absence of love many of us turn to an ersatz surrogate of some kind to fill that void. We may pay for “love”, do drugs or alcohol in excess or worse. How many celebrities do we know who seem to have all the friends in the world but still drink and drug themselves right into rehab or the grave.

Conversely you can have love and food but become so busy or caught up in love that you forget to take care of yourself. You may even lose yourself in a lover and forget what made them love you in the first place. You could get “whipped” or lose the power to make decisions for yourself. The person who loves you may even be overbearing and make decisions for you, choose all the decorations, tell you what colour to wear etc. You might even find yourself telling yourself you like the same things as your partner just to keep the status quo. But what about that fact that you love cartoons or that little something silly that makes you happy? End result is devastating to your personal well being. Divorce rate over 50%? Check.

I could go on for ages and there are limitless possibilities.

On Sex:

You will notice that I didn’t include Sex in the love part. The reason for that is because it’s a given. You can have sex with your friends and lovers (hopefully not your family or pets) and as great as it is, it does not necessarily make you happy all by itself as a life pursuit. We all know about break-up sex, one-night stands, quickies, obligated sex etc. and I know more than a few people who have a different partner every other day but are truly miserable because there’s no love at any point. It’s about the companionship at the end of the day. Sure casual sex is great fun, but there has to be a counter balance to it – It should not be the only goal. I view it more under the category of fun in the yellow circle, but it is definitely not a substitute for real love from your friends and companions. Some of you may say “but I REALLY love to have casual sex” and I understand that. The upshot is that sometimes you may find that a casual sex partner understands you better than most people simply because you are both honest with each other in your intentions. Who knows, it could later turn into something more.

On Money:

Of course we can’t avoid the subject of money. It’s so easy to say that money can’t buy happiness, but ask a person living on the street if they believe that and they will kick your ass. The only thing is that it’s actually true to an extent. Money can be viewed as a by-product of the Trinity. Chances are that if you are happy, you can remain positive and find a way to make money. If you just can’t seem to get someone to hire you, you can start your own business or ask a friend for help (Creativity + Love). If they are real friends they WILL help. Many people make money but are trapped in a job they hate so they spend their money in ways meant to pick up the slack. That’s not necessarily a bad thing though. I know lawyers who work very hard but play even harder so they find the balance. As long as you live in civilized society you’re going to have to accept that money is a lubricant but it should not be your goal and sure can’t buy happiness. God knows I spend money like it’s burning a hole in my pocket, but I would much rather spend it on an experience than some sort of degradable object. So if I spend it on a swimming pool or a car anything big like that, you can bet that I bought those things for the purposes of sharing with my friends. I got certified in SSI SCUBA diving so I could share my stories and experiences with my landlubber friends and hopefully entice a few to try it with me. One thing I know for certain though is that you can make all the money in the world, but you can’t take it with you when you’re six feet under. So work but make sure you work on yourself too. If you can love what you do for work, then great! But that doesn’t mean that you should live to work. Make time for others who don’t do what you do for a living despite how much you love your work.

On Longevity:

Who wants to exist forever? Not me. If we’re happy we will probably live a long life anyway. Notice how I use the word “live” and not “exist.” The reason for that is that so many people just exist until they die. They will age, buy into RRSPs, work, work, work, save, save, save and take few, if any risks. And what is there to show for it? Perhaps a nice room at a retirement home while your kids bumble around towards the same end. I would much rather LIVE for 5 years than exist for 100. But if I could LIVE for 100 then giddy up. Enough said.

Conclusion:

It’s simpler than you think. Think about any point in your life when you were feeling down or frustrated and then look look at the diagram of the Holy Trinity. You may find that it will help you, as it has helped me, to overcome misery even at its worst. Even the little things can count for a lot.

So be silly, be creative, go wild! Travel, eat, love, create, think, do, relax, hug, kiss, fuck, sing, write, flourish, be gay, be straight, be bi, be spiritual (but don’t force others to be) be proud and be proud of others and for heaven’s sake don’t take life too seriously!! You have all the time in the world, but hurry up will ya?!

Here’s a video I made for you!

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Downtown, everything’s waiting for you

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My new found love affair with Toronto continues. I don’t even know where to begin so I guess I will start with just the last few days. By the way, HUGE appy polly loggies to my readers for disappearing for the last couple days. Won’t happen again, I pLomise.

I would say that around Wednesday is when things got busy so I will break it down. Note that, as per the title of this post, all of the events described herein have occurred downtown.

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I CAN HAZ TWITTER CUPCAKEZ?!?

It’s no secret that much of the social media game is being, well, social. If you were under the impression that we social media managers just sit behind computers all day writing blogs then you’re sorely mistaken. Consider that for a blog to be engaging and entertaining there must be something to blog about. Sure I can lock myself in my room all day and write depressing poetry but I would sorely limit my audience to a small demographic of like-minded emo kids with one too many Smiths albums. The rest of us “conformists” like to get out in the summer and meet new people, hang out with good friends and, dare I say, support one another in our respective endeavours whether we’re trying to get the word out about a product we’ve created, a website we love and curate, or just to bounce ideas off one another as a wonderfully creative community. So why do I go and hang with the social media circle jerk? Because when the toast in the center is all but eaten, you find that you’ve made some pretty awesome friends.

Anyway so here’s part of the recap of Wednesday alone!

Social Media Day Mashable Meetup at The Madison Street Pub.

Ah, The Maddy pub. My old friend, my worst enemy. Right up until I left Toronto originally the Madison was always the epitome of animal house.

If you’ve never been there, imagine a pub that is made up of 3 multi-level heritage houses that has multiple bars, several patios, lots of room and is a labyrinth full of secret passages to different parts of the establishment. Now imagine that the place is smack dab in the middle of U of T frat house country and you will get the picture. The Madison is, in a word, hell. A drunken fighting, loud talking, beer flowing, college hell – and it’s close to my heart…like a narrow-miss bullet wound.

I think many people have a love/hate relationship with the Maddy, but as for me my love for that place was so strong that I could never go there again for my own health. But that was many years ago and Mashable was doing a meetup there and had free cupcakes!

Plus the infamous Scott Stratten (@unmarketing) and the equally infamous Casie Stewart were doing keynote speaking spots there, so I decided to suck it up and get over to the old Maddy pub to network a bit before heading off to my good friend Jeremy Wright’s birthday at my NEW drunken, loud talking, beer flowing grownup hell, Tequila Sunrise.

In all I would say that the experience was positive, if not short lived. Short lived simply because there were just too many people there to really maximize your networking opportunities. I mean the joint was packed. When it’s that packed people tend to seek out others they already know and just cling to them. Although I managed to meet a few new folks, I also sought out some familiar faces. So guilty as charged. Regardless I still very much enjoyed Scott’s rant and Casie’s tips on how to manage multiple personalities…online. Here are the videos.

After that it was off to Jeremy’s 31st birthday at Tequila Sun Rise, and the funny thing is that many of the people I met or met up with at Mashable showed up there too. I think it’s safe to say that Karaoke with Jason Rolland is one of, if not THE best, karaoke experience in Toronto. It’s a great place to sing new and current songs (unlike the shitty Gladstone hotel, which Rochelle and I call Geezer Karaoke) and chat with our little contingent of social media gurus. Going to Loser Karaoke is what began my new love affair with Toronto, Who knew a tiny bar on Adelaide and Simcoe could melt my contempt for this city? It goes to show that it’s not the place you’re in, it’s the people that are in there with you that make all the difference. Here are some pictures from that night. I tried to get as many people as possible to wear these rad glasses with flip down shades! The rest of the set is on my Flickr account.

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If you’re reading this and you’re feeling lonely, come to loser karaoke downtown, where everything’s waiting for you. If you search #loserkaraoke on twitter you will get all the details nearing each Thursday, when we do it. We’ll be there.

Toronto FC and Michaelnus

Toronto has soccer hooligans?!

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Toronto FC and Michaelnus

Many of you know my story: Although I was born and raised in Toronto I’ve been away for about 6 years before returning almost a year ago to recharge my batteries and start a new chapter. There were many reasons why I left my hometown but a big part of the reason was because I just didn’t appreciate it enough. (read my apology to Toronto HERE). I wasted a good amount of creativity into coming up with reasons to just hate on this great city and I think that part of it had to do with the fact that I was living at home away from all the action in the main downtown core. Going downtown was a novelty for me and I didn’t really explore it the way I have been doing recently. Going into the city meant just hanging around Queen West or Eaton Centre without enough money to really buy anything I wanted, seeing the occasional opera or rock concert at the Guvernment or Lee’s Palace or going to some stupid club with a 15 dollar cover charge and drinks that costed just as much. The problem was that I would bring my boring suburban friends with me so we would just be downtown but in a suburban mindset – i.e. “well it’s 12:00 and I should be getting home, I don’t want to drink too much because I have xyz to do tomorrow and I suck.” My friends have always seen me as sort of the loose cannon with a hinged tongue and a lust for life mixed with an almost self-destructive adrenaline addiction in my youth. Perhaps it was because I was always looking for more and didn’t grow up with the same sensibilities as most of them. Although I tend to speak rather softly most of the time, when I need to say something I can talk a blue streak.

I grew up in a boisterous and loud Italian/European/Mediterranean household. Loud meaning that you could be less than 3 feet from someone and they would still talk loud enough to be heard across the street but would not actually be shouting in anger. When I watched TV and my mom would have other loud people over I would have to crank the volume to max and that would still not be enough to hear every word so I would just lock myself in my room and read a book after loudly telling them to stop being so loud and suggesting they get their ears checked because they surely had severe cases of partial deafness to have to talk that loud.

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Yes, the urinal has a little goal with a ball to piss on

But I left Toronto because outside of my home many of the people I knew didn’t know how to have fun and had a tendency to be pretty flaky. However for better or worse, I am still a loyal friend so at first I took out my frustration on the city itself. I used to complain that we didn’t have a proper opera house, or good music venues, good bands or a good lifestyle in general. I would envy European countries too and long to be in a place where people lived life and came together instead of rat-racing through their petty existence. The straw that broke the camel’s back for me was the most unlikely thing: Soccer. I noticed that all around Toronto and York Region there were some GREAT soccer fields but no one would really use them to their fullest potential. I even lived near Esther Shiner Stadium, where I used to play as a kid for the North York Hearts under the tutelage of my soccer star dad and I remember always being so disappointed in the generally crappy experience that was the Canadian Soccer League (CSL). The stands were rarely filled, the announcer was a 35 year old pedophile and the scorekeeper would pretty much be asleep at the wheel and not even bother to update the scoreboard when a goal was scored. The whole thing was such a joke that my brother and I, aged 10, would actually go to the scorekeeper’s box and hit the button to add a point to the electronic score board! The snack bar sucked, the players sucked, the games sucked and the spectators sucked. I don’t even think they bothered charging for tickets most of the time. My dad would take us there pretty much to pass the time and show us examples of how NOT to play soccer. We would always wait till the games were over so we could bum around the field and learn to shoot penalty kicks and bend the ball on the manicured pitch, which was always a nice change from the chewed up muddy pitches at G. Ross Lord park.

So as an adult I went to BC to go to university and the first thing I did was join the intramural soccer league for my love of the game. Boy did I ever play hard just because I was jonesing for some action. I would slide tackle, rush the crease, and grind my teeth when a team mate could not handle a pass or a cross near the net but I still loved it! Every Sunday, rain or shine I would be there despite balancing a 6 course load with my duties as an oarsman on the Varsity Rowing Team 6 days a week at 6:30 in the morning before starting my first class at 8:30.

Then I come back to Toronto and what do I find? I find good people, good fun, a new opera house, great bands, great venues and…A NEW FOOTBALL CLUB?! At some point during the past 3 years of my absence Toronto did away with the old CSL and joined MLS to create the Toronto FC, complete with legions of ravenous fans that act just as crazy as any European soccer hooligan. The players, unlike those in the old CSL, even cared enough about the games to take dives to force a free kick! Did I mention the fans!? A sea of drunken lunatics in red with their scarves, MASSIVE flags, drums and official chants and cheers! I was so shocked and in complete awe what I missed the opening kickoff because I was staring in disbelief at how insane BMO field was. Nearly packed stands, gallons of beer and fans that would be glued to the game even in the pouring rain! And boy did it piss rain that day.

To be honest, the skill level still wasn’t all there, especially in the shadow of the World Cup 2010, but that changed nothing about the experience. The game tied at nil-nil between TFC and LA Galaxy (Beckham’s team) but the TFC fans still partied after the match as if TFC had won! Maybe the point of going to a TFC match is to revel in the hooliganism more than it is to actually watch the game, but who cares! It was so much fun that I would go again! Thanks to @bigthinkerjon and casiestewart for hooking me up with the match and the rad TFC scarf!

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My Apologies to Toronto

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MichaelNus apologizes to Toronto

Me: Sorry Toronto. Toronto: It's cool, broskie.

Dear Toronto,

To the city that bore me, I’ve been a naughty boy. With no regard for your splendor, your beauty, your opportunity and your loving embrace I left you for your younger sister, Vancouver. And then to top it all off I two-timed Vancouver and got into bed with your mom, New York.

What happened you may ask? Well I was a fool living in the suburbs so all I saw was the sleepy side of you. I wanted more, for my lust was high and whenever I wanted to F$%& you after a long day of work you would be sleeping and it would really kill the mood. You got fat, and so did I.

So I went to BC and joined the gym, grew my hair out long and spent night after night windmilling my black locks on stages up and down the west coast as I sang songs of pain, not knowing that the pain in my heart was my longing for your embrace once more. But me, the stubborn one as always, would not accept it. Maybe it was a quarter life crisis? That would explain the motorcycle and leather jacket.

Then I met New York at a New Years Eve party and I left BC for her highfalutin tapas bars, Victoria’s Secret underwear, Broadway shows and street maniacs.

But here I have returned. I came back to write the LSAT and there you were, right where I left you. I was in a funk, man. Then you showed me your beautiful side. You showed me that people here don’t suck as much as I thought. You gave me new and wonderful friends and I feel like an idiot. You have music, you have the night, and you have people who don’t bore me to death.

Please forgive my transgressions and accept this blog as my peace offering to you. I know I may be leaving you once again in September for law school but you and I both know that I will be back and that I will never love another city like I love you. One day i will return and perhaps I will be your mayor to make you more beautiful, more mobile, more cosmopolitan. I will wed thee perhaps with a new and more extensive subway system that will connect all your parts together into one beautiful beacon of light for all the world to see.

I know that I may discover that I will be really sick soon but I got the feeling that you will see me through. Thank you for the friends and for being fun again.

I love you.

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