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free speech, free decisions, whats the problem?

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http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2015/12/09/he-called-her-a-slut-she-got-him-fired.html?source=TDB&via=FB_Page oh dear. as bit of free time returns, i start to poke my nose around the world once again and hey, it's always full of surprises and semi-tragedies.  well, there are real tragedies as well, but those are sincere situations which deserves a bit more respect than what i tend to hand out on my blog posts. the recent one is about aussie feminist writer and a man who was fired because he called her a slut. the writer ms. ford wrote about chauvism.  mr. nolan wrote on her facebook, calling her a slut. ms. ford wrote to his employer (a hotel chain). the employer fires mr. nolan. then the firework ensued. many people are angry about ms. ford 'ruining' a man's life. im kinda confused. 1. yes, there is the right for free-speech in australia. 2. so a feminist writer can write about chauvinism. 3. a person can protest her point of view in public. 4.

Take time with a wounded hand 'Cause it likes to heal

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https://youtu.be/V5UOC0C0x8Q just over the weekend, i heard about death of one of my favorite singers, scott weiland. his raw voice paired with the bands (stone temple pilots and velvet revolver) were a big part of my auralscape as a teenager. or perhaps it was his continuous fight with his own demons- depression and substance abuse that made it even more real- a typical, therefore real, falling angel. angel with the wicked voice and the weird intoxicating mixture of glam and destruction. during first couple years of my immigrant life, there were moments i felt lost, isolated and worthless. i do not think i had particularly strange teenage years. i dont think anyone had it easy. but perhaps it's the combination of his voice in the music and the strange collection of words in his songs that i built my symbiosis- with my north american life, with growing up, with english language. back in korea, being an elementary school kid, i was not allowed to listen or watch pop mus

dividends. loads and loads of it.

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this semester, i play for a local community choir, every monday night. as the winter creeps on, everyone shows up through the darkness, steps light with excitement, to a beautiful church in midtown toronto.  i first got to know them as an assistant engineer, recording their winter and spring concerts. always interesting music and congenial people. liked them enough as an outsider, that once an opportunity came up to audition for the accompanist job, i jumped onto it. re:choir members, i dont really know the individuals too well yet.  they are a bit older (than univ kids); they got stories and histories to share, but because the rehearsals run so efficient, there is not enough time to catch up on people! i find this bit funny. ha ha. may be next term, i can be more strategic to get to know them better! what i do know is that the group works very well. that they got a great atmosphere and they really do want to/do sing out. every monday night. probably at home as well. this se