thats 33k per person. they could have just given them each the money
or, the average rent in toronto looks like 1800/mo for a one bedroom, so even assuming sixty single apartments, that two million could have just paid all their rent for **18 months**
On a Friday afternoon, the City of Toronto has finally published costs on how much it cost to evict people in park encampments this summer.
$840K for trespass enforcement, $357K for fencing, $792K for remediation.
Grand total? A hair under $2 million.
https://t.co/Z5cC8JqT1M
We're going LIVE! 📺🥳 We are pleased to announce that we will be streaming The Other Side of the River straight from Regina, this coming Sunday, August 8th. You'll have 2 chances to catch this special show: 6:30 & 7:30pm CST. Spread the word!
WATCH HERE: https://t.co/KaAs2oitIg
I wrote a thing for a podcast! https://t.co/iC8aXB0yZY @VariationsPod I was tasked with writing a monologue pulling inspiration from a new song -- then someone had to write a new song inspired my thing, then a new thing from that song. It's a pretty sweet concept. Check it out!
#24hourPlaywright
2 Hrs to Go:
Don't have a title.
One more scene to plot and write.
Then will I even have time to go back and fix this mess?
Only time will tell... 2 hours worth of time...
#24hourPlaywright
8 Hrs:
Scenes titled. Characters speaking. Pages inked!
That's probably good enough to sleep on.
Listened to 151a over 5x. Also, Blake Mills, Holy Fuck, Pater, and someone's playlist called "Focus and Creativity for Writers."
No title yet.
Nor an ending.
zzz
#24hourPlaywright
4 hours:
My idea's doing that thing where it constantly switches from boring to interesting.
My play's doing that thing where it's constantly asking why it's even being written.
My brain's doing that thing where it's constantly doubting me.
#honestlyprettyfun
@ShawnErker And wait until you hear what I have in store for that podcast(!) that I wish I hadn't already listened to all the episodes of cause I may need the inspirational pick-me-up in the wee hours...
My musical obsession to begin the #24hourPlaywright competition is the album 151a by Kishi Bashi.
Taking bets on how many times I listen through the whole thing in the next 24.
30 mins until The @Toronto_Fringe 24 Hour Playwriting Competition begins!
Discord is set up, Fantasy Hockey lineups are locked, and my name generator, thesaurus and rhyming dictionary tabs are ready to be clicked.
Here we go!
(I may tweet along the way... maybe)
#24hourPlaywright
This is the beginning of a writerly week!
I have prompts and ideas jotted for a 12-page screenplay competition AND for a to-be podcasted monologue due next week (not sure if allowed to announce -- so it's nameless until cleared).
Docs are saved and exited until tomorrow night.
“I’m unsure what to prescribe for this pest,
I’ll return tomorrow after I consult with the nest.”
The Woodpecker took off, the twigs under her shattered,
And crashed to the ground, where ten budworms then scattered.
#aSicknessInTheTrees#dailywriting#notdailywriting#part2later
“Ew yuck, ptt ptt ptt,” spat the Woodpecker with haste,
“I’ve never encountered a budworm with this aftertaste.”
She brushed her tongue with a Caterpillar’s hair,
And turned back to the tree with a breath of fresh air:
#aSicknessInTheTrees#dailywriting#probablynotsodailysoon
“It feels like a budworm, trying to wriggle away,
It looks like a budworm, but a bit too gray
It sounds like a budworm, but five times too fast
It tastes like a budworm, but that aftertaste is nast--y--”
#aSicknessInTheTrees#dailywriting#brokenrhyme
It sounds like infestation, it looks like disease,
And I’ve eaten many budworms, but never like these.”
And in one quick motion she slammed the bark with her beak,
And pulled out a budworm pestiferous and unique.
#aSicknessInTheTrees#dailywriting#writingdaily#budworms
She listened for a minute to activity inside,
To creatures crawling under the bark where they hide.
“This doesn’t sound normal,” said the Woodpecker, concerned,
“I’ve searched all over, and here’s what I’ve learned,
#aSicknessInTheTrees#dailywriting
Landing on the drooping Spruce softly, with care,
The Woodpecker searched all around from ground and from air;
She poked and prodded, pecked and inspected,
And came to the conclusion that this Spruce was infected.
#aSicknessInTheTrees#dailywriting#notfullysureaboutthetitle
“This is alarming,” she thought as she dropped some leaves,
For this was only spring, she needs those leaves to breathe.
She called to a Downy Woodpecker, who daily flew by,
“Can you diagnose what is ailing me, my tiny friend from the sky?”
#aSicknessInTheTrees#dailywriting