Words.
They can make you smile, they can make you laugh.
They can break a heart, and they can mend it.
They can save a life, and they can take it away.
Growing up we’re told never to use certain words, most of which fall under the profanity category.
One word, however, stands alone and holds more meaning and more negative emotion than any other word in the English language or any language for that matter. Read more
September 11, 2001.
Twin Towers Memorial
I’m sitting in my seventh grade home room at Lake Avenue Elementary.
The eighth grade science teacher comes into our classroom to talk with our teacher.
She’s calm so as to not worry us, but tears still rolled down her red distraught filled face.
Today several friends and colleagues have asked me if I’ve watched any of the coverage marking the 10th anniversary of what could only be called one of, if not the worst terrorist attack on American soil.
I said no. Read more
It was a warm summer night.
Shoulder to shoulder I stood with strangers.
Make it Stop (September’s Children) is what the line-up held for the thousands in waiting.
It starts and the screams and cheers meant the next 4 minutes were going to be one hell of a show.
And just as the chorus begins fists take over the sky. Thousands throwing their fists back and forth, rocking out to one of today’s best punk rock bands this society has to offer (we’re all entitled to our opinions, so shut up). Read more
So, it’s Sunday night, and I’m reading the Globe and Mail.
I stumble across a poll the Globe has asking “should rock bands like Arcade Fire weigh in on the federal election?” 53% percent of readers said “No. Who cares what they think!” – Which I find funny.
This tells me that everybody who reads the Globe is old and not in tune with mainstream music OR people don’t care what they think because they [Arcade Fire] don’t like Harper.
Either way, this poll is stupid -that’s right, I said stupid. Read more
