Up until not very long ago, I was always stuck having the same tired conversation with gym clerks and cellphone-company sales reps. That Armenian kid Arda, who folds towels at my ghetto, fogged-up 24-hour gym, or those tall guys in dark striped shirts and lots of hair gel, who peddle phones and daytime minutes in [...]
After a month of job (and soul) searching in Montreal, it was with a definite skip in my step I grabbed my still unpacked suitcase and hit the road for a short but sweet tango with the Olympic Flame across the beautiful province of Quebec. I was off to Rimouski, in North Eastern Quebec, to [...]
I left Alaska a month ago, almost day for day. It was late October and Fairbanks was beginning its slow decent into deep-dark winter. The sun, which I’d seen pull effortless all-nighters in early August, was starting to get lazy, never showing much before 9:30 AM. It was getting cold, too, but not insane cold. [...]
This is an article I wrote for Montreal’s Community Contact before I left. The Montreal Reggae Festival which closes tomorrow with a performance by Mr. Marley, seems far, far away as I post this from my hotel room in Iqaluit, Nunavut. One love. WITH A DIFFERENT SWAG by Carolyne Weldon It’s a fact: no reggae [...]
