At the Height of his game Theoren Fleury was described as the greatest Hockey Player ever to don a Calgary Flames Jersey. Unfortunately fame and fortune comes with its own set of problems, especially when you are an athlete. Every year, hockey players are given 4 months to rest, relax and prepare for the next season. When that is combined with unlimited cash flow, drugs and ill reputable women usually enter the picture. 4 Months is plenty of time to become addicted to cocaine, as was discovered in the case of Theoren Fleury. What is more surprising is that he managed [View Full Entry]

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The year was 1605 and James I had just acsended to the thrown of England. While many believed that james would be more tolerant towards Catholics than his predeccessor, Elizibeth, he was not. He continued burning churches, killing priests, and the like. Unbeknownst to James, in the shadows, the ale houses, and cellors, a secret resistance movement was mounting. By Night, on November 5, 36 barrels of gun powder were rolled into the cellors of the Parliament buildings. The fuse was never lit. One man was caught, Guy Fawks... At the beginning of Novemeber, the British government allows for [View Full Entry]

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"Depend on the rabbit's foot if you will, but remember it didn't work for the rabbit." Any logical person would understand that the misfortunes I have experienced thus far on my journey are the result of my own lack of skill, ability, and knowledge. I am not a logical person. I believe it is bad luck. I have been cursed. Though my understanding of the mystical realm is a little shaky, one of my students told me that the only way to reverse a curse of bad luck, is to catch and eat a leprechaun. My trip to Ireland was about [View Full Entry]

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Last time I visited Europe I lost my soul. I did not loose it all at once, but in small increments. As such, bits and pieces of my soul are floating around the United Kingdom and it is about time I started finding them. I captured a piece back last weekend from Beavertail in Edinburgh, and so now off to Liverpool, where I am certain the Embassie Hostel will offer me a small bit of it back at a reasonable price. What started as a simple day trip to Liverpool, brought the birth of, what is sure to be one of [View Full Entry]

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Substitute teachers have never had any real control over students. We fill our days with empty promises and threats. Any logical group of students will know that: A) Students always have power in numbers B) Students are young and probably full of sugar and ridallin. No actions taken on behalf of students will result in long term consequences, especially under the supervision of a temporary teacher. C) Substitute teacher's will not follow through with any threat of consequences. They want to go home at 3:30. They don't want the staff at the school to think they are a bad teacher. They [View Full Entry]

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He was born a piece of fruit. This existence is one not regarded in high esteem as, for example, the life of a gazelle, or a rare lily. He was cold. He was always cold now. There was a time in his life when he was warm, but that was long ago. The one advantageous thing about being born a piece of fruit is that capacity for thought, awareness, and emotion is extremely limited. In fact, so limited was his neural capacity that it is doubtful that this piece of fruit knew that he was cold. It is also unlikely that [View Full Entry]

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His skin was like leather. He wore the tattered remains of what might have been a sleeping bag. His most distinguishing feature was 2 foot long, 1 foot wide matt of hair, resembling the tail of the North American Beaver. It is Unliukely that this particular Scot had ever seen a beaver, making the resemblance a phenomenon. 3 years ago in late July the man had approached three naive Canadian Tourists on the streets of Edinburgh to ask for spare change. He felt akin to the three because they two had terribly out style hair cuts. Today. . His beaver tail [View Full Entry]

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Last Night Mitch and I had our first impromtu house party. Officially it was in honor of our room mate Uri's 30th birthday (we even had chocolate cake). But Uri was in London, and no one in attendance knew Uri. Innocence often fades away with the consumption of alcohol. I discovered this last night when Mitch and I went clubbing with our normally shy house mates and their friends. Thankfully... Mitch and I were Sober, and though I did the chest dance and poured cups of sweat, I managed to spend yet another night in my cold bed alone. Today, the [View Full Entry]

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A 30 year old who served 3 years in the Israeli army, A Chinese business women, a Teachers Assistant from France and two mostly drunk and ignorant Canadians. It sounds like the start of a bad and probably racist joke but it is a description of the inhabitants of #4 Beechwood Grove. Things are looking up in every way not related to teaching children. Mitch and I attended a potluck supper with really smart Translation Masters Students, We participated in a night of extreme hedonism at a School Boy and Girl themed party at the university (I'll spare you the details, [View Full Entry]

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I was never one to believe in conspiracy theories, though the events of the last few days have led me to believe that a massive, world wide conspiracy to screw mitch and I is definately in the works. Being overcharged at cafe's, being given sketchy directions many many times, getting lost in London and Leeds more often than being found. These things might be the result of poor quality maps, bad navigational skills, poor planning and my assumption that everyone I talk to will be a nice person. However, now I realize that in cities this size if one is to [View Full Entry]

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