In about two or so weeks, I’ll be coming back to Langara for my second and (hopefully) final year in the school’s journalism program. In which, by design, I should be a budding journalism with the integrity of an ox and the work ethic of an… ox?
It’s funny to say that I’ll be coming back, because in truth I’ve never really left the building. As most of my other classmates have been pursuing a summer of work/leisure, I’ve been biding my time. Left to my own devices using the school’s devices, to endeavour in what most people would argue is a ‘startup’…
…When I’m calling it “for fun-sies”. Continue reading
There was a time, long ago when Conan O’Brien still had the ‘Late Night’ show, and the musical guest at the time was D12. The song that they was rapping was My Band, something absolutely crucial as an ensemble piece.
In-between all their verses, they would just start shouting “Where’s Marshal!?” as if Eminem, the man himself (and arguably who the song is really all about) is missing and nowhere to be found. Continue reading
The rock that sits in front of the Library of Langara college is a very curious site. An unofficial mascot of the state of students in the modern age. Boorish, heavy, can’t be bothered to do anything, yet pleasant to look at. In an attempt to seem friendlier to people it had a brief stint with a twitter account. But stopped tweeting when it shaved off it’s moustache. Continue reading