February 2012
56 posts
Feb 26th
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Feb 25th
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“Humanity I love you because you are perpetually putting the secret of life in...”
– E.E Cummings
Feb 25th
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Feb 24th
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Feb 23rd
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“I am afraid of getting older … I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from...”
– Sylvia Plath, written in 1949 at age 17
Feb 23rd
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 21st
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The 5 Weirdest Reasons We Have Sex →
According to science (science or just theory?)
Feb 21st
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The trouble with fate
My dad is sick and all I’ve been hearing is that god will spare him. That somehow god will take his hand and will walk him through this treacherous path. I’d like to know what physiotherapy school god went through and why he needs my prayer as payment (we have insurance, you know). I’m sick of the idea of this narcissistic god who continually needs us praying to him in order for our own lives to...
Feb 21st
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Feb 18th
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Feb 18th
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Feb 17th
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Feb 17th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 15th
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Feb 15th
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“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has...”
– Maya Angelou
Feb 15th
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Feb 14th
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Feb 14th
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Feb 14th
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Feb 13th
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First Call: BC Child & Youth Advocacy Coalition →
The Province of British Columbia has the highest rates of child poverty in the country. First Call: BC Child & Youth Advocacy Coalition tries to ensure that the rights of children and youth are upheld and that they are given opportunities and resources that they wouldn’t have otherwise. One of their most interesting projects is the Child Poverty Report Card. I encourage you to look it...
Feb 13th
Feb 13th
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Feb 12th
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“Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever...”
– Catcher In the Rye, J.D. Salinger
Feb 12th
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Feb 11th
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Feb 11th
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They Call It Attempted Suicide
My brother’s girlfriend was not prepared for how much blood splashed out. He got home in time, but was angry about the mess she had made of his room. I stood behind, watching them turn into something manageable. Thinking how frightening it must have been before things had names. We say peony and make a flower out of that slow writhing. Deal with the horror of recurrence by calling it a million...
Feb 10th
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Feb 10th
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Traveling
If you travel alone, hitchhiking, sleeping in woods, make a cathedral of the moonlight that reaches you, and lie down in it. Shake a box of nails at the night sounds for there is comfort in your own noise. And say out loud: somebody at sunrise be distraught for love of me, somebody at sunset call my name. There will soon be company. But if the moon clouds over you have to live with disapproval....
Feb 9th
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Feb 9th
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Feb 9th
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Feb 8th
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Feb 8th
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Feb 7th
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Feb 7th
I double-check my reflection in plate glass  & wonder, Am I passing another  Lucky Thompson or Marion Brown  cornered by a blue dementia,  another dark-skinned man  who woke up dreaming one morning  & then walked out of himself  dreaming? Did this one dare  to step on a crack in the sidewalk,  to turn a midnight corner & never come back  whole, or did he try to stare down a look  that...
Feb 7th
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Feb 6th
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Feb 6th
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I Would Steal Horses for you, if there were any left, give a dozen of the best to your father, the auto mechanic in the small town where you were born and where he will die sometime by dark. I am afraid of his hands, which have rebuilt more of the small parts of this world than I ever will. I would sign treaties for you, take every promise as the last lie, the last point after which we...
Feb 6th
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Feb 5th
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Prime Minister’s Office Tries to Silence Pipeline... →
A Whistleblower’s Open Letter to the Citizens of Canada My name is Andrew Frank. I grew up in a small town in the Okanagan valley of British Columbia. My granddad taught me how to fish. My father was a well‐respected lawyer known for his unwavering integrity, and my mother was a favourite kindergarten teacher.Both have always impressed upon me the importance of telling the truth.Today, I am taking...
Feb 5th
Feb 4th
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When I was in high school, I used to visit the... →
iampatmos: When I was in high school, I used to visit the back room of a bookstore in the mall. It was the $2 book room and for a high school student with no job and an allowance of $20 a month, it was heaven. Of course, not all the books in there were good but I used to spend hours in there and always left with two or three that I ended up enjoying. I found some of my favorite books in there....
Feb 4th
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Feb 4th
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“I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering...”
– Elie Weisel
Feb 4th
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Feb 3rd
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