Lofty Ideals

[bcholmes]

So I've been looking at lofts, recently. I've had this quasi-fantasy of moving into a loft for a while, now, and I've been looking at various lofts in the city. Online browsing. Occasional wandering by the loft neighbourhoods.

The other day, I saw that someone had written "Toronto needs affordable housing -- not more lofts!" in spray paint on a concrete barrier in front of a new loft construction site. And, hey, I really agree with that.

Siobhan and I were talking the other day about Tent City and about how nobody knows that it's there. In an age when everyone knows who Julia Roberts is dating, the media has almost nothing to say about Tent City.

But I'm still shopping for a loft. Despite my pinko-commie ideals, I still live like a yuppie.

My friend, Debbie, was talking about this at WisCon: "You have to set your own personal boundaries." She talked about Ian, and how he will only work for non-profit organizations. But I'm a long way from that.

There've been a lot of things I've been meaning to do. Contribute to the New Democratic Party. Up my contributions to my favourite charity. Become more informed about municipal politics. Write my MP and my MPP about the Dudley George case. But I just haven't. Harold Nicholson once said we were inclined to judge ourselves by our ideals and others by their acts. My acts aren't living up to my ideals.