Just recently, I attended an outdoor music/extreme sports festival at the Exhibition Place here in Toronto (?SnowJam?, if anyone cares). In addition to the BMX, skateboard and snowboarding demos, there were a variety of fairly popular bands, ranging from hip hop and punk to rock.
A little late, and not the least bit great. That's the way I often be. That that's the way that this piece be.
So I went to see some movies at the Toronto International Film Festival again this year.
Life, for all its complexities, throws a lot of things our way. The best parts are the really juicy experiences that you never expect. School, work, family, friends all weigh heavily on our minds.
Recently I've been struck by the confusion Americans have over understanding the Indian subcontinent. Pakistan sided with the U.S. in the "WAR ON TERRORISM" and suddenly this military dictatorship that overthrew a democratically elected government to gain power are the good guys.
I just finished this book. Truly, about five minutes ago. 'Smoke and Mirrors' is a book of "short fictions and illusions."
I will rarely read a short story book, cover to cover, unless I really love the author.
In the spring of 1943, with the African Campaign coming to a successful conclusion, the Allies began to consider the invasion of Hitler's "Fortress Europe." The most obvious target to start the invasion was Sicily, which was not only in a strategic location that would act as a springboard for the rest of Europe, but it would've allowed for the elimination of the Luftwaffe, a danger to allied shipping in the Mediterranean Sea.