My blog has the subtitle, “Sex, Drugs and Urban Planning.” That needs to go. This blog never discusses sex or drugs and rarely urban planning. Technically, I am an urban planner by occupation and education, but I’m still a little hazy on the entire profession and its role in shaping Ontario. Further, I can’t bad mouth the City, development projects or fancy lawyers for fear of being reprimanded by my current employer or probably violating some principal in the OPPI code of conduct. I’m not anonymous; it wouldn’t be that hard to find an urban planner named Graham Bailey. Anonymous blogs are worse than my crappy blog. Even Perez Hilton puts his name on his shit and it only took like four years for someone to punch him in the back of the head. Bring it fancy lawyers. No wait, don’t.
In grad school, I had a professor who said if you really want to practice planning, you can’t work as planner, instead, go be a plumber and practice planning in your spare time. When he said this, the entire class just laughed, you silly old Marxist, what do you know. But now, I realize he was correct and probably the best professor I had over those two years. Basically, after leaving school and actually working as a planner, I believe as soon as you work in the planning system (not including academia), your ability to really critique planning and current planning practices is over. You can’t do it publicly without pissing off your employer and jeopardizing your job or probably more accurately, you don’t have the time, which is probably why many current planning principles and practices already feel dated.
Anyway, back to the subtitle of my blog. I need a new one. Nobody reads this blog anyway, it’s just a place for me to rant and ramble to myself, but I have some suggestions:
- Worst Blog Ever
- The Widow Maker
- I Still Get a GST Credit Cheque for $48.03 Cause I’m Poor
- Where All the Hot Persian Girls At?
- Countdown to Awesome Time
- The Paul Bedford Appreciation Society
- One Way Ticket to the Promised Land (Pittsburgh)
- Straight Outta Compton Toronto
- His Life Would Be Simple Except for the Raccoons!
- Some Lonely Guy Who Talks to Himself through His Blog
I’m too lazy to setup a poll. Just comment on your favourite and/or provide your own suggestion. Whatever, I’ll just change the subtitle next week when I’m bored.
1. I got a letter in the mail not too long ago from Revenue Canada. They want their GST credits back. WTF. My advise to you: don’t get married. Or marry some hobo.
2. Next time there is a Persian protest, show up. That’s where all the hot Persian girls are at.
3. I saw Paul Bedford the other day at our office. Never had a class with him, should I have taken one with him? I guess I’ll never know.
I think I would have appreciated Shoukry if I hadn’t had Pierre Fillion at Waterloo. What an amazing prof.. that incidentally looked/dressed like a hobo.
I have to get back to blogging.