montreal moments

Today I feel like a problem solver. No longer is it a civic holiday in Canada and the phones really are ringing. Although I may not know too much about what goes on her but, luckily, I have the names of the people who do. So all I have to do is transfer, extension number, send and the call has been connected and the person who needs their information will surely get it. Hoorah.

So I took a personality test and discovered:
***You Are An INFJ***

The Protector

You live your life with integrity, originality, vision, and creativity.
Independent and stubborn, you rarely stray from your vision - no matter what it is.
You are an excellent listener, with almost infinite patience.
You have complex, deep feelings, and you take great care to express them.

You would make a great photographer, alternative medicine guru, or teacher.

I saw perhaps the most depressing thing ever today. There was a man on the street playing his violin for money. Beggars are nothing new to me, after my two year stay in Cambridge, MA where they almost line the streets. This man however was older, white-haired and balding, wearing thick glasses. Amidst besuited men and women going to and from lunch and people milling about downtown, I leaned in to hear what he was playing. Although he was moving his bow in what seemed like a rapid tremolo, his fingers covered in off white powder as was the bow and the body of the violin below it. But leaning in, there wasn't a sound at all. Just a man, violin case at his feet, trying desperately to play his violin, as if he had once graced Place-des-Arts as a stunning soloist, fallen into disrepute by old age, fearing whether or not he could charm a note out of his violin. It was sad. As evocative as a detail from a dream.