Talking World War III Blues

** Hey all, I turned this school paper half into a blog post, and I thought I’d share it. Enjoy!

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He appeared, a little bit out of nowhere. My eyes opened in a start behind my sunglasses as Bob Dylan’s guitar and harmonica suddenly began to play on my shuffled music. I was on a crowded bus, and before me stood a young man. He was tall. His long brown hair was cleared from his grey eyes, and fell onto the brown jacket he wore over his checkered patterned dress shirt. He looked nonchalantly studious, or studiously laid back, I couldn’t tell which. He seemed a bit clumsy, and a bit goofy. The coincidental combination of this odd looking man, and of the corny up beat Bob Dylan guitar and harmonica made me chuckle. Not meanly, but the song just seemed to fit his personality perfectly. (more…)

Revelation – The Wisdom Of Dreams

The other day the topic of lucid dreaming came up in conversation. I said I had never been able to really control a dream. Every time I noticed the signs of the dream world, the spell was broken. Like seeing a magician’s true trick. If my conscious mind takes over the reverie, then the same laws of the conscious world apply; and the fantastic qualities of the dream start to disappear. I once held a brief interest in trying to learn to lucid dream after conversations triggered by the release of the movie Inception, which did not lead far. However, an emotionally deeper catalyst has rekindled my desire to plunge into psychological exploration, and discover the wonders of the dream realm. (more…)

Negativity: The Lowest Common Denominator

Negativity: The Lowest Common Denominator

The message of negativity seems far more present in our society than the message of love. Hollywood spews violence galore, strangers ignore each other, and strong friendships are a rare commodity. I believe this is caused in part by a common model for socializing taken too far. More precisely, I am thinking about talking with strangers. (more…)

The Hypocrisy Of November

In the early days of November leading up to the 11th, we wear the red poppy on our jackets in order to honour and remember the men and women in uniform who defended, and are still defending Canadian ideals.  We remember the 117 000 Canadians who died in the First and Second World Wars, the Korean war, and all who have served and perished afterwards. The wearing of the poppy is an easy and simple task demanded of us which contrasts sharply with the ultimate sacrifice made by those they represent. We wear it lest we forget the potential evil of men, and the ultimate cost of war when diplomacy fails,  Lest we forget those who died for us. But we apathetic Canadians with our dwindling amount of poppies have forgotten the men who survived, the ideals they defended, and therefore the men who died as well. (more…)

The Good, The Bad, And Fledgling Democracy

As I write, I see CNN clips of people chanting “USA USA USA!” in the street

s, and my Facebook is flooded with statuses of relief claiming victory for Obama as victory for democracy and reason. Yet the wave of jubilation serves only to make me uneasy as most people seem to ignore the most pressing issues that face the world today, and who’s attention is solely riveted to the spectacle of election. More than one vote occurred on election night, and they were all important. (more…)