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Earning My Beer in #9steps
2The cool folks at Mosaic, Edelman and Stella Artois shot me an invite to the Stella Artois World Draughtmasters Championship at 99 Sudbury last night, so off I went to check it out.
I didn’t make it to the last one so it was due time to see what all the hubub was about with following 9 steps to pouring a beer. It’s quite the ritual and if you’re good enough at it (i.e. a perfectionist) you can enter the competition next year and win yourself some serious bragging rights, some cash and oh, a freakin’ Rolls Royce!
All that for pouring a beer??!? Sign me up! Almost as if by divine providence the Stella crew had a little mini bar set up where one can learn how to pour a Stella by following the 9-step ritual. Check out the video and you will see my first step on the road to becoming the next Draughtmaster! It’s gonna be hard as I will have to beat the flare of Steve (the guy in the bowler hat and Guy Fawkes mask) and Marc, the 2010 Champion who was crowned last night at the event!
I must say there is nothing quite like pouring your own beer from a tap. It just tastes better when you put the work into it. Excuse me while I crack open my home pouring kit – an identical one to those that were given out at the party to attendees – and get practicing.
Stay tuned for tomorrow’s blog. I will be getting back to my roots with a new song for y’all!
A Hard Hero at the #TIFF
0You know you’ve seen a very special film when you well up with tears of sympathy from the comfort of your theatre seat. Last night, Stella Artois sent me to the screening of Danny Boyle’s 127 Hours, starring James Franco. This movie was touted by the media as the one to watch and made the cover of the local Toronto newspapers – and for good reason. In short,127 Hours is an utter triumph.
James Franco plays the role of real-life canyoneer Aron Ralston who, during a day of adventuring falls into a crevice and has his right arm pinned down by a boulder. The film chronicles Ralston’s hellish struggle to stay alive and escape as no living soul knows he’s out there alone. The majority of the film features Franco alone with no supporting actors, and this is where the true power of 127 hours lies. Boyle and Franco effectively convey the plight of Ralston (who himself was sitting in the theatre with his wife) to the audience with no apologies and puts the viewer in his head. The theatre patrons laughed when he laughed, sighed when he sighed, and cringed – some even fainted – when he carried out his grim task of removing his arm. James Franco has distinguished himself as a first class actor and the proof lay in the real tears that were in Ralston’s eyes, as well as in those of the audience and this reviewer, as we all watched his own heroic story of survival unfold.
As the credits rolled the entire audience got up for a standing ovation and I was able to see Aron Ralston silently weeping next to his wife. The standing ovation lasted well after the credits had rolled by and right up until the QA session afterwards with the cast. If this movie doesn’t get an Oscar, I’ll eat my shoe.
Once the TIFF tornado is passed, stay tuned for a wrap up with some videos! I have some great footage of QA sessions with some of your favorite stars!
Tonight I’m off to the Festival Music House and then to the YouTube Party. I have a +1 if you’re quick on the draw on twitter!
This is a scene, not an arms race.
11Sorry, 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.
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.
Hipster Hop
2I like to coin new phrases and terms. It’s just something I do from time to time. Although it’s not like I just sit around in my underwear and think these things up just for the sake of it. I just come up with them when I find that accepted descriptive phrases don’t quite cut the mustard in describing how I see something.
Last night me and some of the usual suspects navigated our way to some shady warehouse in the distillery district for the INQ/Vice party. It was hot and sweaty and filled to the brim with hipsters. I should have known that anything having to do with Vice magazine would attract the thickly bearded, ironic tattoo, horn rimmed glasses crowd. As soon as we were checked off the list some girls in lab coats handed us little spray bottles with what was supposedly pheromones.
The music was actually pretty great – the DJ even did an awesome mix using the theme song from Growing Pains – and the crowd was pretty much all hipsters so I called it a hipster hop and then went to the open bar to double fist huge cans of Asahi. At first I scoffed at the pheromones but as I the loudmouth soup kept coming, the idea of smelling like sex on wheels appealed to me so I found the event photographer, posed for him, and emptied the entire f***ing bottle all over myself.
It either worked or I was so sauced on the free booze that I may as well have thought I was Johnny Casanova.
All in all it was a good time once things got going. I did get a chance to see the INQ phone, courtesy of “Doctor” Megan but I’m not sure how I feel about it just yet. Maybe I’ll run into the INQ folks again and get a chance to really test the phone out, which looks and feels very much like an older blackberry curve with trackball. Oh and they had a wall full of donuts.
Here’s a mashup of some of what went on at the shindig.
Win Shaggy Tickets! #NusTickets
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My friend @jongauthier (follow him or else!) was kind enough to throw me a couple of tickets to the Shaggy concert on Sunday at Sound Academy! I think Sound Academy is bar far one of the best venues in town because of it’s great acoustics and ability to fit big acts while still somehow maintaining that small club feel.
I saw the John Butler Trio there a few weeks ago with Casie and it was awesome, if not a bit dreadlock heavy – we kept a tally of how many dreads we saw and I think were were up to 10.
Anyway, in the spirit of Jon’s generosity I would like pass on the chance for you to score yourself these tickets the old fashioned way – a raffle – rather than waiting for the Edge 102 to announce them on the air later today and tomorrow.
So here’s how to qualify.
- Follow @michaelnus on twitter
- Mention @michaelnus and tweet this blog post with the hashtag #NusTickets
You can also use the Disqus comment fields below to tweet, just make sure you have the “Share on Twitter” button toggled on before you post a comment.
Easy! No skill testing question, no insane hoops to jump through, no 9th caller. qualified names go in a hat and tickets get won! There are 2 tickets in total.
Aaaaaand GO!
Toronto Sucks
13Today I felt creative so I will post a song for you in a slightly different format. Listen to this then read on for a brand new song written by me!
Here’s a song I wrote that was inspired by this song by Three Dead Trolls in a Baggie as a heart-felt reply.
“Toronto Salute”
By: Michael Nus. (c) 2010
In the key of F #…
<musical interlude>
Fuck you.
(the end)
Wasn’t that pretty?
The Accidental Epic
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Sometimes a little camera can pick up feats of epicness after the 100th shot. You click and click and click away and get 99 badly focused, motion-blurred, dark or over exposed shots and just when you’re about to give up your camera lines up just right at a magical moment and suddenly you have a photo that makes you gape in amazement. You don’t have to be a professional to take that one epic shot (although insanely great photographers like Photojunkie and MotionBlur take epic shots on a regular basis), you just have to record life as it happens. My camera for recording life is my blog and my eyes. What’s yours?
A friend of mine and I went to see Iggy Pop a NXNE in Toronto a couple weeks ago and this is the shot his camera found. I took the raw shot of this and edited to make it look as you see above. He’s by no means a professional photographer by any stretch but he’s an example of that lucky person who captured the magic at the click of a shutter trigger. He originally picked up a DSLR camera to take pictures of his purebred Shar Pei and this was his first time taking the expensive camera out into the world. He doesn’t really have an online presence so I made him a Twitter account cause you gotta give credit where credit is due some how right? follow @oshthree on twitter.
I sent this pic earlier to my friend, Alan Cross. Hopefully he will put it on his ExploreMusic site. Hint Hint.
No More Cancer, No More Fear
9I’ve been playing this pretty close to the chest, everyone. I didn’t want to worry people and I’m certainly not the type to fish for sympathy so I kept this one hush hush for the most part. My first post on this blog kind of jumped the gun. Almost 2 months ago I went to see the doctor about a mysterious lump in my chest and his prognosis was mixed so he sent me for an ultrasound. The ultrasound technician told me that there was definitely something there but that I was going to be fine. I stupidly took that as meaning that everything was fine. I tend to be optimistic.
So that day I started my blog as a way to celebrate life, talk about what I’m doing with my life, and shine the spotlight on my good friends, old and new, because they have really made an impact on me. Then the bad news came a few days later. A phone call saying that the doctor wanted to see me in person immediately to discuss the test results. It wasn’t a good feeling. He told me that there was a good chance that the lump was a tumor and then referred me to a specialist. It was 2 weeks between my last meeting with the doc and the specialist. In that time I haven’t breathed a word about my condition to more than 5 people. Yesterday I saw the surgeon/specialist and it was tense because it was the day I would get the news on whether I would need to go through the rigors of cancer treatment or get a clean bill of health.
I don’t get nervous too often. Perhaps it’s an emotion that I reserve for the final 30 minutes before I take the stage, but the fact that this surgeon’s office was packed with religious symbols threatened to break my cool. This painting on his wall was just brutal. It really could be interpreted one of two ways: Either Jesus is with the surgeon and is guiding his hand to success OR (and I tended to lean towards this one) Jesus is hanging around because he’s about to receive a new soul for his flock. Pardon the tasteless pun but all I could think was “Holy shit, I’m a dead man!”
You cannot begin to imagine the overwhelming sense of relief and joy that fell upon me when the surgeon told me that I was going to be alright and that he was “100% sure” this time that there is no cancer! My life-long friend and de-facto attorney,Mark, (pictured at the top of this post in an inquisitive state) came with me to the office and I just had to jump on him right there in the waiting room with the good news. Best. Hug. Ever. (no homo).
So what’s a man to do with this good news? Karaoke with the best people in Toronto! That’s what! last night’s loserkaraoke was just epic. I only told a few people about my reason to celebrate because this, to me, was a private little victory. It was a reminder of how I need to press on with my dreams and pursue the paths that lay before me. To make my father (rest his soul) proud and to build something that will help my fellow man in the future.
I got a lot accomplished yesterday, inquired about all the professional loans I needed to pay the exorbitant tuition for law school and spent a good day with a friend who I’ve known for about 26 years, not counting the years I wasn’t sentient, I hope that the friends I’ve made and am making now in Toronto will get to know me as well as Mark does and will stay in touch for many years to come. Although law school will take me out of Toronto for a little while I know now that my roots are there and I will march on with my friends and family in Toronto in my heart. Cancer free.
Everything is okeedokee at the Karaoke
2It cant be helped. Some of us just gotta sing and there’s nothing you can do. The only problem is that not all of us CAN sing, but who cares?! That’s what #loserkaraoke is all about. The worse you are the louder we clap for you. Well at least that was the original idea. Now we clap whether or not you’re good because while the singing is great it’s more about the good times with friends.
I wanted to put up a quick post about our weekly karaoke ritual because it’s just too much fun not to be mentioned out in the open. Thursdays at Tequila Sunrise on Adelaide and Simcoe. See you there at 10pm! Trust me, you won’t regret it. (UPDATE: Venue changed to Grindhouse Burger Bar on 365 King Street West)
Remember what I said in my last post about having love, sustenance and creativity? You will find all three at Karaoke with us on Thursday nights. So get your butt over and don’t give me any excuses about work tomorrow. We all know it’s slack-off Friday so you ain’t fooling no one.
Oh and one more thing: Here’s a video that pretty much explains two things:
- Only loserkaraoke can produce this kind of epicness
- TweetAgora for your iPhone is the only Twitter client you need.
How to enjoy life
7People 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:
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!























