I do not remember my first Alan Rickman film. It may have been the original Die Hard since I tended to watch movies like that at a young age with my parents. Of course, given my (almost) life long obsession with Harry Potter Alan Rickman has always been Severus Snape in my mind. In the… Continue reading Thank You Alan Rickman
Until last Sunday night I had never been to a club and I was completely and utterly indifferent about that fact. However, on February 12th I happened to be on Facebook at the right time to see a post on Frank Turner’s Official Facebook Page [http://on.fb.me/1FzNOt4] announcing that he would be playing with the Sleeping Souls… Continue reading So Last Sunday Sam Walked into a Club
There is something odd about this quality we call genius. It seems at once part of another plain of reality and yet present everywhere in this life. Now I do not wish to confuse genius with anything else such as beauty or magic, so without further ado I present to you a definition. According to the New Oxford… Continue reading What Price Genius?
In some situations I simply overreact and shut down. I avoid certain topics until it seems that the person asking me questions has moved on from waiting for my response. I have been working on remedying this trait, which strangely enough only often appears in social situations with close friends. Asking for help has never been my strong suit. I’m… Continue reading Good Enough?
When you get lost for the first time as a child you experience momentary panic. At least I did, for others that panic might not be so momentary. But once you move on past the realization that you are not familiar with your surroundings or the people passing you by, a feeling of practicality sets… Continue reading Lost In This World of Twists and Turns
I’ve lived in Ottawa my entire life. I should know this town like the back of my hand, should being the operative word in this sentence. The thing is I don’t know Ottawa that well, but I want to. Ottawa is almost like my older sibling that has always been there but only on the fringes of my… Continue reading Dear Twenty Year Old Me: Hit the Pavement
It’s festival season in the nation’s capital and last night I attended the Youth Infringement Festival which is dedicated to showcasing young playwrights, actors, directors and stage managers in a professional theatre setting. There were three plays showing last night and each one was special in its own way. I’m not trying to be cliche,… Continue reading Discovering Ottawa’s Festivals: Youth Infringement