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Slowly the Pen Touches Paper

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When was the last time you sat down with a pen and a piece of paper? I could not even begin to remember when the last time I did was. I used to have notebook after notebook filled to the brim with ‘writing’.

Luckily I cannot find any of them. If there is a benevolent being out there, they have been destroyed. There was not a complete thought through out a single one of those pages.

It was a cluster-fuck of angst ridden drivel. Line after line after line about how broken my heart was when I hadn’t ever been in love. Not in the real sense of the word that is.

Any one who knows me, knows that I fall in love with just about every pretty girl I meet. One look. One smile. One mention of how she loves ‘Deja Entendu’ and I am smitten. If she picks up an acoustic guitar and sings in a soft, angelic voice? Well, I might as well drop to one knee right then and there.

To quote the Weakerthans, I am and always have been, “in love with love and lousy poetry.”

However, I seemed to decide one day to just stop writing. Maybe I was tired of my own whining. Maybe I was tired of writing for no one but myself. Maybe I just wasn’t very good. I’m not entirely sure.

It wasn’t until recent bouts of insomnia and boredom that I decided to give it the ol’ college try and pick back up where I left off. It turns out that the main reason I stopped appears to be a severe lack of talent and a cavernous void of original thought.

So, um, mystery solved.

Meh. Win some. Lose some.

Love always,

josiah

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August 30, 2011 at 9:32 AM

R.I.P. Mr. Layton

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It’s difficult to find the right words to express my current state of being after learning Jack Layton had lost his battle with cancer early this morning. Jack Layton was a hero of mine. Not only in politics but as a man who simply emanated a positive energy as contagious as anything I have ever known in this world.

It was his positivity and his longing to work together as a nation to make Canada the best possible country it could be that will be his legacy. His disdain for partisanship and his hope that one day all Canadians would share the same common dignities such as food, shelter, healthcare and education as their peers. It did not matter what social class you belonged to because you all belonged to Canada and Canada was there to treat you right, or at least it should be.

When I heard that he was coming to speak at Laurier a few years back, I made damn sure I had a seat in that room. Walking in, there was an aura about him and of course plenty of fair trade coffee to go around. I was in awe of his elegance, intelligence and ability to capture the entire room. He even acknowledged the Conservative Students’ Group holding protest signs in the back. Jack would not shy away from debate. He welcomed discourse.

During the most recent election it was clear that Canadians had had their fill of politics. As a country we had lost the majority of our citizens to apathy. We had a Prime Minister who refused to answer more than five questions a day, kicked people with differing political views out of his functions and showed a complete lack of interest in what the public had to say. And then there was Jack. Jack was not having any of it. Despite his health issues and recent hip surgery, Jack campaigned like there was no tomorrow. Sad to think that perhaps that was truly how he felt.

Long written off as almost a “fringe” party, Jack brought the NDP back from the brink. He did it with a smile. He did it with the promise of cohesion in Ottawa. While never one to back down from a fight, he was willing and his party was willing to work as the Official Opposition for the benefit of the entire country.

When Jack announced he would be stepping away to fight his second battle with cancer, he truly believed that he would win and that he would be back to fight for Canadian families and despite how terribly frail he appeared, I too believed he would win. After all, this was Jack Layton and the sheer folklore behind him would surely guide him through the treatment and right back to Parliament Hill.

I did not want to believe that he could lose. To lose Jack would be to lose the hope he instilled. The death of Jack would mean the death of cooperative politics. As I sit here typing, I can only hope that this is not so. As I sit here typing the condolences and well wishes to the Layton family will continue to pour in. Offering what little comfort they can. As I sit here typing we can only have faith that Jack’s tenacity, hope and fight for a better Canada will be maintained. That to honour his life, Ottawa will at least attempt to find common ground.

Jack often quoted a political hero of his own:

“Courage, my friends; ’tis not too late to build a better world.” – Tommy Douglas

Rest in Peace Jack, you will be forever missed.

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August 22, 2011 at 11:45 AM

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So it goes.

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They say that when God closes a door he opens a window. Unfortunately I live on the 9th floor and if I were to take an open window I may in fact fall to my death or worse still, not die and be left in a state of paralysis. Really, I mean, who wants that?

Of course, in order for this statement to hold any sort of relevance, I suppose one must first believe there is a God out there closing doors and opening windows at will. I myself am not and have never been so sure this holds true.

I mean, God is busy helping other people win Grammys and championship trophies and promising victory to those whose side he chooses. The righteous. The pious. The delusional.

Windows and doors. Doors and windows. Winter is coming. I should hope all doors and windows remain closed. What was I on about?

This is why I don’t blog often. I fail to grasp the concept of a complete thought.

So it goes.

Laid off for the second time in five months will cause one to step back and take stock of ones life. Already in the midst of an existential crisis it will also test one’s newfound commitment to positivity and self-healing.

Doubt is a viscous seed to have planted in your head. Sidebar; for the life of me I could not spell viscous just now.

Truth is, I know I will land on my feet. I always do. I’ll survive. This too shall pass. What I don’t know, is if I will ever find the stability I so crave.

I want Gatsby’s American Dream. Minus the *spoiler alert* unfortunate ending. Is it too much to ask? Maybe.

So it goes.

Surprisingly, I remain absolutely convinced I will find exactly what I am looking for. Even if I am not entirely sure as to what it is I am seeking at the current moment in time.

But, it’s like they say, live for the moment but know that moments change. Live for what makes you happy and accept that things get strange. Remove the doubt. Break the chain. Killing two birds in the bush with one stone in hand is better than killing one bird in a tree with 2 stones. I may have messed that last one up.

 

 

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August 8, 2011 at 11:17 AM

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