JAY PATERNO: I wrote that expressing the emotions I felt at that moment. I go on to say that I understood why it was done that way. But at that moment, I felt our players had nothing to do with what had happened and were being asked to shoulder emotions for which they bore no responsibility.
Who hasn thought of hopping a flight to somewhere to skip the whole affair and kicking back on a sunny beach? What a joy to relax where the only red nose belongs to the retired European gent in the microscopic Speedo. It not something all can manage at this time of year. To dusk Cypress Mountain, North Van.
I was looking into investing in a really nice pair of headphones. Something I have wanted for a long time was to get a bunch of quality speakers and have a nice sound system set up for my living room. But I am not quite ready for that, space wise or financial wise.
Then three years ago, in November of 2013, while watching a movie, my life change forever. That movie, I no longer know the name of, but in it a young foster girl was placed in a foster home two days before Christmas, without a single gift. That sparked the question, how many children are placed in last minute foster homes before Christmas? The answer, sadly a lot.
With her topiary quiff, snug tuxedo, gospel diva pipes and slip sliding snake dance moves, Janelle Mone is a genetic meld of early James Brown, Jackson 5 era MJ and Annie Lennox at her most glossily robo androgynous, and her television debut, on Late Show with David Letterman on May 18, 2010, heralded the birth of a star. The song she performed that night was “Tightrope,” a jaunty ode to equanimity in the soul funk spirit of the Dap Kings, backers of Sharon Jones and the late Amy Winehouse except that, unlike those retro cool front women, Mone seems derivative of everyone and no one at once. She’s an impish, impeccably tailored cyborg, an emissary from days of future past, yet an entirely new species.