Friday, December 05, 2003
Does anyone else hate Irshad Manji? She's only slightly less useless than Rebecca Eckler, who will constantly remind you in the pages of the National Post that right after Sarah Michelle Gellar and Reese Witherspoon she's the most important person you'll ever read about. No I'm for serious! Oh yeah back to eternal TV pundit, Irshad Jumanji
This is the greatest thing I've ever read about her:
"In person, Manji has a perky, Peter Pan-takes-on-the-pirates quality. This fits with her prose style, which is argumentative, direct, tightly reasoned and packed with knock-out punches. If you're reading this and thinking, she's every do-gooder who talked too much and was in too many extracurricular clubs in University, you're absolutely right. Manji is pretty much the embodiment of every overly opinionated person you ever met and hated."
"In The Trouble With Islam, Manji whips through several thousand years of Islamic history in just under 250 pages. Sometimes the ride is breathtakingly self-absorbed - as well as utterly arrogant. She makes it sound possible for young Muslims like herself to influence the tides of modern Islamic thought, and lead the next generation in gay sex-fueled MTV sing-along.
The Trouble With Islam : A Wake-up Call for Honesty and Tiki Torches will be released in the U.S. and other countries in the new year. "
This is the greatest thing I've ever read about her:
"In person, Manji has a perky, Peter Pan-takes-on-the-pirates quality. This fits with her prose style, which is argumentative, direct, tightly reasoned and packed with knock-out punches. If you're reading this and thinking, she's every do-gooder who talked too much and was in too many extracurricular clubs in University, you're absolutely right. Manji is pretty much the embodiment of every overly opinionated person you ever met and hated."
"In The Trouble With Islam, Manji whips through several thousand years of Islamic history in just under 250 pages. Sometimes the ride is breathtakingly self-absorbed - as well as utterly arrogant. She makes it sound possible for young Muslims like herself to influence the tides of modern Islamic thought, and lead the next generation in gay sex-fueled MTV sing-along.
The Trouble With Islam : A Wake-up Call for Honesty and Tiki Torches will be released in the U.S. and other countries in the new year. "
A few nights before I left Banff, we had a party at the enclosed structure/cookout near our apartment by the Bow River. I bought the cheapest beer I could find (Pilsner and 50) and the cheapest wine I could find (7.99 and 8.99 respectively). We listened to Minor Threat and Black Flag all night and picked fights with each other while falling on the wood stove in the middle of the room. Around 11:15, someone accidently dropped a bottle on the floor, I then turned and said to noone in particular, "Ohhhh so it's that kind of party is it" and proceeded to throw a wine bottle at the wall. Two more bottles were smashed and shortly after, with Mike standing on a chair singing as loudly as he could, the RCMP showed up. I approached the situation with style and composure, I told them we had a liquor license and it was only 10 pm (I was informed it wasn't), I then fell over. I dusted myself off, Mike and David presented our get out of jail free card (the liquor license and the only adult thing David has ever procured...so he says), Myron tried to convince the female RCMP officer to date him, and I inundated another with a series of questions, "You live in town? You like working for the RCMP? You like Banff? Must be hard working as a cop in Banff."
I'm glad I left that place with grace.
I'm glad I left that place with grace.
The other day I was cleaning up (out?) my room and I stumbled upon a couple of 'journal' entries I had written on the back of Video Difference coupons we use to have at Pita Boys. One in particular was about how my girlfriend at the time had necked another boy the night previous and then told me in the same conversation that she thought she might be pregnant. On the coupon you can tell where I worked out the calculations on how I'd support a child on the minimum wage I was making (plus tips!!!) at the time...you can also see drops of dried blood where I tried to stab myself with the pen.
I had written a fairly sizable amount about cancer, cape breton, how the teller at Scotiabank, when I told her I wasn't working, told me that something would turn up soon, and tie it all together with that exchange about hope and how people with no hope are easy to control that the kid in the Never Ending Story has with that really awful looking wolf puppet, but then the computer froze and I decided, that entry was a bit of a bummer.
