In the crypt, we examine one skeleton closely. Its skinny hands clasp upon its breast and two lusterless tufts of hair stick to the skull. Crisp dead eyes watch from deep sockets and the lips shrivel away from yellow teeth.
It was early evening in the spring of 2002 when I found myself 10 feet across the kitchen from a dog with bared teeth and lowered head. He was growling in a low, menacing rumble. As I looked into his fixed, steely eyes, I could hardly believe this was the dog we had raised from […]
I guess I can consider myself a movie star now, even if The Brothel Project is the only film I ever star in. I don’t know if I’ve ever been as nervous as I was in the moments just before the movie started, having not been allowed to see it before its debut on January 31 at the Victoria Film Festival.
“Who are you going to pray to? Those bearded guys with the towels on their heads?” he sneered … I wanted to punch that kid in the face. “Hey, I can pray to whoever I want!”
The book Olive Kitteridge inspires reflections on “what it means to be human”, the power of words, and a broken stained glass window.
The first thing we can do for Haiti, besides giving the crisis support already occurring, is to push for wealthy nations who prospered from colonialism for two, three, four hundred years, to put an end to any debt schemes currently hog-tieing the Haitian government.
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In his Notes on a Crisis, Steven Erikson, best-selling author of Malazan Book of the Fallen series, writes about moving from Canada to the UK, his archeological adventures in Mongolia, and his dicey encounter with goat’s head soup.
Charisma is no longer magic, it’s measurable. So will the winner keep winning if the rest of us can now study her secrets to success? The playing field’s been leveled.
As far as I know, I am a human. Last time I had an MRI, nobody saw anything alien in my body — or at least nothing that worried them. My blood tests don’t raise eyebrows. It appears my human-ness is valid. But how do I really know?