seventeen dayz of phrase, winnipeg, mb

seventeen dayz of phrase
january eighteen, two thousand and ten - winnipeg, mb

with homesickness burrowing its way into my world view, i figured i might as walk scat a bit about what's happening in Haiti. to be honest, i would love to have some very particular insight about the deluge of earthquake aftermath, but i'm finding that i'm actually 3 days behind the rest of the world on this catastrophic event.

interestingly enough, the way i learned of it's crippling destruction was by acting like a jack-ass. the guys were doing an interview for a Canadian tv series and i was filling a bit wry, so i figured i'd to a fly-bye behind the cameras with my shirt off. you know, just your average stroll in 10 degree weather, shirtless. though i couldn't keep my composure, the guys seemed to and i didn't get the reaction i was hoping for, so i decided that i would reverse some things in my attack. round two. pants down, shirt back on ... walk about. i guess it was in that fine moment of time and eternity where the venture back-fired on me.

i got a few high -fives from the crew and that felt good, though the band remained composed. Later, i was congratulated for my jr. high bravery with a little more context on their stoicism. the moment i dropped drawers, the interviewer questioned the band on their thoughts on Haiti and America's needed response to it. whoops.

and while i pray for a bigger heart and a greater awareness to the most hurting parts of our planet, i think it's good to realize when i'm a total moron.

i would like to give a shout out to the intoxicated homeless man on the streets of winnipeg that asked why i was following him! i guess the beard and hair is getting unruly.