Hours before heading on a Greyhound bus to New York City, my first trip to the US in almost 9 years, I expressed some concern about dealing with customs agents. My interactions with arrogant, large, refrigerator-like dudes with bulletproof vests has never been pleasant; what is it about buzz cuts that can induce such swagger? When I aired these concerns to friends I got two bits of advice over and over: “Just don’t lie” was one and “Stop worrying, you’re white” was the other. Considering that the Charter of Values is keeping the media busy in Quebec, both seemed appropriate. So, I thought approaching the US customs as an honest white man was a pretty good plan.
From everyone here at Rover, Happy Holidays. Spread the joy, be good, share, smile, say hello, help each other across the street because you never know…
This won’t work without a confession: Growing up, I was proud to be Muslim for so many reasons. People seemed to be converting to Islam every day. The fact that most of the conversions took place in prison, and that Mike Tyson became Malik Tayson after biting another human’s ear off of his head, were just details. But boy, did I ever pray for Santa Clause to convert to Islam. I mean he already had the beard. Miracles do happen Inshallah.
In the early hours of the morning five years ago today, Rover’s first post appeared in cyberspace under Mélanie Grondin’s byline (see image). In the meantime, more than 300 writers have contributed 1968 posts. Are you sitting down? That’s just over a million words.
So I’ve been trying to get into shape since 1993 and it’s not working. Do you know that they fry chocolate bars now? As if the chocolate bar needed alterations to its already irresistible package. I’m never going to be skinny.
I’m sure you’ve noticed that the Middle East has been imploding (and exploding) for a few years now. One day it’s Arab Spring and we’re all yay! But the next day it’s all civil war and coups and the high price of hummus.
A splash of style and fashion walked down the streets and exhibition halls of Montreal for four colourful days, bringing with it the latest in clothing…
Elvis Presley’s Suspicious Minds is a song about mistrust, dysfunctional relationships, and the need to overcome issues in order to maintain the relationship. Unequivocally, the song recapitulates the vast majority of the world’s mindsets. On the other hand, the Quebec Soccer Federation’s (QSF) recent ban on Sikh children wearing turbans from playing soccer in the league because of a safety hazard is objectively illogical and, frankly, bullshit.
I have a thing for Hollywood. I’m also a sucker for all things hope-related. You know, meaningful things. This is not so different from the way I enjoy the thrill of escapism, like a meth addict “enjoys” meth or how most everyone seems to enjoy alcohol. The point is: I really like the world of music, film, television, and other abstract arts.
Happy birthday Gazette! Montreal’s English-language daily celebrates 235 years today. A fine occasion to spread the news: Lucinda Chodan is coming back to Montreal this fall as the paper’s top dog, as well as eastern region VP editorial for the Postmedia Network Inc. A staff writer and editor for 20 years, she moved on to become editor-in-chief at the Victoria Times Colonist, then publisher and editor-in-chief of the Edmonton Journal.
Artistic genres may soon be a thing of the past, so quickly are the walls crumbling. Fusion, connection, hybridity are the order of the day. So it is with one’s own cultural programme. Hence I’ve elected to report one day’s events as a personal journal: Saturday, April 28, 2013. Yesterday once more.
When my family and I immigrated to Quebec, my siblings and I were forced into French school and boy am I grateful. Without it, I wouldn’t be fluent in three languages (although with an accent making me sound foreign to all three). As a working comic, I travel often to the US and the Middle East. Because of Loi 101, people I meet are totally impressed with mon français. They assume I have some sort of high society education. They obviously a) have never heard the Quebecois accent, and b) don’t know I’m a college dropout – and to be honest I’m in no hurry to tell them.
Although winter still reigns supreme, flip-flops and bikinis are coyly peeking through the shop fronts of local boutiques. Around the world, fashion marathons continue with freshly…
The great majority of Shakespeare’s readers have never read his will, a document easily found on the internet but regularly omitted in the editions of Shakespeare’s work and seldom found in the ever growing number of the Bard’s biographies. Why? Because it is an embarrassing, dissonant document within the Shakespeariana.
Why are all my Facebook friends wishing each other Happy Thanksgiving and jumping up and down about Black Friday? Most of them are either Canadian or from abroad. I give a pass to the maybe 10% who are shouting out to their American friends or family. The rest, I can only conclude, are going to bed dreaming vicariously of Blue Rays, iPad minis and even flatter screens. This, people, is how the world ends.