by pete
As I stepped out of the plane and onto the beach my boss, the legendary Gerry Forbes, greeted me.
“Welcome to Sable Island!”
With a firm handshake and friendly smile, he quickly introduced himself and several other people who were congregating around the plane.
by charlie
After making the decision to break my comfort mold, I bade farewell to the sea and headed to Capital City. My goal was to be able to talk in sound bites and become one with the city, as I pictured it to be.
(Editor’s note: recall the contributions of our dear friend Meat - then stuck in lonely Shelburne, NS - which came in the form of angry movie reviews, wherein each film was rated against the filmography of one Nicholas Cage. Enjoy!)
by meat
This movie stars the talented and zany Robin Williams and some other actors whose names I don’t know and didn’t take the time or effort to find out. Regardless, it’s not important because this film is all Williams anyway. He plays a photo shop clerk who becomes obsessed with a family that appears to him to have a beautiful life.
by muiseam
Dear Jimmy McDonough:
I would first like to thank you for taking those ten or so years of your life to write the quintessential Neil Young biography, Shakey. You have outdone even Neil’s own Dad, whose attempt Neil and Me lacked many of the intimate details you were able to procure through your unprecedented access to Neil’s family and entourage. Kudos for your persistence if nothing else.
by jeff
This story starts on a picket line. No wait, I guess it starts at a group home. Well, if I’m to be accurate, the story starts in my second year of University. I was talked into going to this bar called the Orient Lounge (a.k.a. The Dirty O). This bar was above Wong’s - the Chinese restaurant in Antigonish.
by pete
“Physically, it’s not a very demanding job. The only thing that can get a bit trying up here during the winter is, uh, a tremendous sense of isolation.”
“Well, that just happens to be exactly what I’m looking for.”
That, of course, is Stuart Ullman speaking to Jack Torrance before Jack takes over as winter caretaker of the Overlook Hotel from Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining.
by drew
As a disposed Maritimer I can still remember watching TV in the fall of 1995 thinking “oh god, if those fuckers separate then what will happen to us? Will we have to join the States? Does geographical isolation mean that much? Can we survive on our own?” It was a very stressful time for me.
by greg
Cold Lake Alberta is a strange place. It’s composed of two towns and an air force base, tethered together by a stretch of two-lane blacktop and a bike trail. The bike path, like every other bike path in the North America, is called the Millennium Trail.
by muiseam
So here it is - my first interview. The subject: Hal the Halifax Mooseheads mascot. The bright-yellow, asexual, dancing Youppie knock-off is as much a part of the Halifax Major Junior hockey experience as the obnoxious Coca-Cola guys, the squealing groupie girls, and the dancing grandmother with her swinging pom-poms. And I got the exclusive, one-time only interview not even Stacey Jones could procure. Yes folks, I can be very persuasive when I need to be.
(Editor’s note: recall the contributions of our dear friend Meat - then stuck in lonely Shelburne, NS - which came in the form of angry movie reviews, wherein each film was rated against the filmography of one Nicholas Cage. Enjoy!)
by meat
It sucks. This movie reeks of crap. If I was the King of Crap Land I would have to hand my crown over to Dana Carvey for creating the most pristine piece of crap I have seen since the days of ConAir.
