Hockey season is here and I'm way too excited about it. Here is my pool lineup:
1. Sydney Crosby (F)
2. Danny Heatley (F)
3. Alexander Semin (F)
4. Patrick Kane (F)
5. Jason Spezza (F)
6. Brad Boyes (F)
7. Anze Kopitar (F)
8. Scott Niedermayer (D)
9. Niklas Kronwall (D)
10. Zdeno Chara (D)
11. Marc-Andre Fleury (G)
12. San Jose Sharks (Team)
13. Mike Camalleri (F)
It looks pretty good to me.
Go Habs,
jon
Monday, September 21, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Random Something That Happened
this morning i was walking to school and this big bird flew right into my face!
Friday, September 11, 2009
Creative Limitation (And Some Knowledge)
“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” - Albert Einstein
Who cares if that quote applies to what I am about to say.
Last week I sat in class for the first time in a long time and like high-school, I felt the pressure. I just began a two year journey at the Red River College in Winnipeg. The program I am studying is called Creative Communications and as long as I am attending classes here, I must manage a blog. This isn't pressure to me and neither are the due dates or tests. These things are just expectations that come with being a student...blah, blah, blah. The pressure I feel is like my heart is being broken as I bid farewell to my pure, childish creativity. In saying good-bye I saw hello to new knowledge mixed with rules, limits and strict guidelines. "This is the ONLY way to do it." I like to my finish my letters without always ending in "Sincerely." I like bedheads. I don't like wearing black to a funeral. I like laughing when other people aren't. I like crooked smiles. I like getting my car dirty. I like starting sentences with and. And if some of the "creative communication" I have been taught would be given a colour, it would be black and white and maybe some grey.
Who cares if that quote applies to what I am about to say.
Last week I sat in class for the first time in a long time and like high-school, I felt the pressure. I just began a two year journey at the Red River College in Winnipeg. The program I am studying is called Creative Communications and as long as I am attending classes here, I must manage a blog. This isn't pressure to me and neither are the due dates or tests. These things are just expectations that come with being a student...blah, blah, blah. The pressure I feel is like my heart is being broken as I bid farewell to my pure, childish creativity. In saying good-bye I saw hello to new knowledge mixed with rules, limits and strict guidelines. "This is the ONLY way to do it." I like to my finish my letters without always ending in "Sincerely." I like bedheads. I don't like wearing black to a funeral. I like laughing when other people aren't. I like crooked smiles. I like getting my car dirty. I like starting sentences with and. And if some of the "creative communication" I have been taught would be given a colour, it would be black and white and maybe some grey.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
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