Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Audio Documentary on Kelly Thomson

Hey guys, I know it's been a while, but I thought this would be worth posting onto the page.

I recently did a feature on former London Knight and current head coach of the London Nationals Kelly Thomson, and thought you guys would enjoy listening to it. It was a project for school, and was my first attempt at a proper "documentary". It's a little heavy, and the subject matter may be a bit much for some folks, but I think you guys will appreciate it nonetheless.

Lemme know what you guys think!

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Stumbling Towards the End of Teenagehood

To understand the thought-process of a man stumbling towards the end of his teenage years is a task that not many can storm with confidence. Our species -- and yes, man and woman are two, unlike one -- is unique in the sense that the audience has to adapt to the darkness that is puberty. It cannot be expected for an onlooker or tourist to simply look at a subject and gain an understanding for what they represent. Psh, pure ignorance! Man is simple, yet complex; drowned in subtext, but blatant in its underlining tone; difficult to translate into sense, but easy enough to comprehend on a generic level.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Coffee

Now that summer is in full-swing, and I can only sleep in 'till noon so many times, I decided that I needed to get a part-time job.  Nothing fancy, nothing in terms of a career, but something that would occupy my time, as well as help me save a little money for college.  

I applied everywhere, and eventually landed a job with Tim Hortons.  They are a great organization, and I'm glad to be working for a Canadian icon.  

Today, I had to go in for some orientation and sign a bunch of paperwork: signatures, initials, the whole shebang.  As I was filling it out, I noticed a man and a woman a few tables over having a discussion.  The woman -- very attractive, petite, with long dirty-brown hair -- was the only one talking, while the man -- short, lanky, wearing a logo-free black shirt -- was sitting there, shaking his head.  I paused from my paperwork to try and listen to what she was saying, all while trying not to look like I was eavesdropping (which I clearly was).  

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Spring Cleaning: Making the transition from the Maple Leafs to the Blue Jays

(from left) Brett Lawrie, J.P. Arencibia, and veteran Omar Vizquel
You might not know this, but I like baseball.  Really, really, really like baseball.  And, not to brag, but I was pretttyyyyy, pretttyyyyy, pretttyyyyy, pretty good back in the day.  I once had a fastball clocked at 77 MPH.  I once had six saves as a relief pitcher in Little League.  I was awesome.


But I grew up, lost interest in the sport, and started getting into football, along with playing more hockey.  Baseball, at one point, became something that didn't matter anymore.  

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Leafs miss the Playoffs -- "This is a Recording"

This probably happened 
Well folks, another season, another early tee-time.  Just kidding...they probably won't be allowed onto the course until the twilight hours.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

The Return of Mad Men: Comparing to other shows, a short recap of season four, and the evolution of Don Draper

Warning: if you haven't seen the show before, it might be a good idea not to read this article.  A lot of the show will be spoiled in the following column.


It's baaaaaaaaaack
There are few shows that I get excited for anymore.  I live in an age where most kids my age huddle over The Walking Dead and "how addicting it is".  The Big Bang Theory is considered the funniest show currently on air, only because "Sheldon is so quirky!" or "Wolowitz is jaaaays!".  Seldom does anybody my age watch anything on HBO, and not too many hour-long dramas are the most liked on Facebook.


I pride myself on my taste for television.  While the majority of my time is spent watching sports, I always make time to tune into shows that have tickled my fancy. And the show that I've found the most satisfaction in is Mad Men.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

A (really long) Rant about the Maple Leafs and everything that is wrong about them

What is Christopher Walken doing at a Leafs game?
It recently occurred to me that, with the Toronto Maple Leafs all but guaranteeing another missed post-season with a tough loss to the New York Islanders tonight, that I would have gone through all of High School without seeing the Blue and White make the playoffs.  Think about that.  I even took another year (a victory lap) to bump up my grades and play more football.  So five years.  Five.  Years.  

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

The Sauna and the Asian Woman

Gather 'round the campfire, children.  Grandpa Crow has a story to tell.

As you read this post, understand this: I am 18-years-old.  Got that?  Understand? 18-years-old.  

A few days ago, I went to the gym that is connected to my apartment, had a quick workout, then went for a swim in the pool that's also connected to my apartment. When I finished, I decided to go in the sauna and grab a quick steam.  

It ended up becoming something entirely different. 

The Sauna

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Agony of Defeat: Understanding the Pain of Tom Brady and Reflecting on the end of my Football Career

Tom Brady (above) stares into the confetti after him and the New England Patriots lost to the New York Giants 21-17 in Super Bowl XLVI



They say that a writer shouldn't make the story about himself.  They say that it can be selfish and egotistical to insert themselves as a plot.  That's what they say; sorry if this story seems a bit self-interested.  I couldn't help it.  

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Exams and the Prospect of University

"If we don't go to University, we'll have to make fake ID's for the rest of our lives!"
School sucks ass -- fact.  Around this time of year, high school students vigorously prepare for their end-of-semester exams, spending each night on Facebook studying to acquire a mark that could have great effect on the rest of their lives.

So yeah, no pressure of anything.