When it hit above 43 degrees celsius in Sydney, weird things started happening. And by weird, I mean that bats. Just. Die. They can’t regulate their heat anymore. They just fall down and die. Loads of them. Birds stop singing, because it’s too hot to sing. The world just goes quiet. And there’s me, standing there, thinking: well, more people need to know about this. There’s the abstract effect of climate change, but there’s that back of the neck chill, that absolute atavistic
“You’re not doing well and finally I don’t have to
pretend to be so interested in your on going tragedy,
I’ll rob the bank that gave you the impression that
money is more fruitful than words, and
I’ll cut holes in the ozone if it means you have one less day of rain.
I’ll walk you to the hospital,
I’ll wait in a white room that reeks of hand sanitizer and latex for the results from the MRI scan that tries to
locate the malady that keeps your mind guessing, and
Philosopher Roger Scruton presents a provocative essay on the importance of beauty in the arts and in our lives. In the 20th century, Scruton argues, art, architecture and music turned their backs on beauty, making a cult of ugliness and leading us into a spiritual desert. Using the thoughts of philosophers from Plato to Kant, and by talking to artists Michael Craig-Martin and Alexander Stoddart, Scruton analyses where art went wrong and presents his own impassioned case fo
This is part of a podcast featuring Joe Rogan and Bryan Callen that is very important to me, and reflects the way in which I also think. I see someone doing things with their life that I find extremely amazing, and I am inspired by them. But a lot of young people living in Halifax, especially women, see someone achieving their goals and it bothers them. When you were a kid, you were working on you, and that same mentality exists in the people who are the greatest at what they
Rant 1 Beg my pard for the rant. So, I'm sitting in the airport having a lobster roll and a coffee and a guy sitting next to me leans over and says "that's what I like to see, a woman who eats!" . In which I reply "interesting, as opposed to what?". In his defense I was scoffing it down like a caveman I was so hungry but, this isn't the first time this has happened. On a number of first dates I have had in the past few years I have been taken out to dinner, where I ordered fo
I used to be a beat cop a long time ago.
And I'd get called out on domestic disputes all the time, hundreds probably over the years.
But there was this one guy, this one piece of shit, that I will never forget. Gordy, he looked like Bo Svenson, you remember him? Walking Tall? You don't remember? Anyway, big boy. 270, 280. But his wife, whatever she was, his lady...was real small. Like a bird. Wrists like little branches. Anyway, my partner and I got called out there every