Robert J. Holt
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Hello, we’re here to sell you
More to paywalls than meets the eye
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One day at the asylum
One afternoon, during midterms and before the holidays, I walked outside to the entrance of Lockhart for a cigarette.
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Soft language softens meaning
I noticed a funny thing the other day while watching the evening news. People don’t get raped in Winnipeg anymore. They get beaten, killed, shot, stabbed, hit by cars and even set on fire. But they don’t get raped. Isn’t that nice?
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Welcome to the University of Winnipeg
Well, here we all are again. Another summer is over and once again it’s time to head back to school.
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Campus News Briefs
CRA releases tax tips for students; Exhibit celebrates Manitobans making waves worldwide; Business students go hungry, homeless; PIPE, U of W applaud medical isotope funding; Kinesiology students #1 at national competition, win a shoe
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The streets are green with liberty
It’s a grey and dreary afternoon here on Portage Avenue. I am sitting in the lounge of the Rinkside Bar and Grill and a deadline looms menacingly over my head. I haven’t even touched my drink yet. Just two hours left now – got to stay focused. Have to finish the article and get this story out.
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Stupidity in the cyber-age
Once, in elementary school, a friend of mine was sitting by himself in a corner of the playground pouting. I walked over and asked what was wrong.
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Canada at Copenhagen
They came in private jets. They came in limousines. One hundred and nineteen heads of state – the largest-ever assembly of UN member states – descended on Denmark in December to tackle the difficult problem of climate change.
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Hands off my Beaver
Canada’s second-oldest magazine, The Beaver, announced last week that it will be changing its name in an effort to connect with a new generation of readers.
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Military priorities
As I was going through the newsfeed last week, I came across a government press release announcing that the federal Conservatives have released a brand new study guide for the citizenship exam, which must be passed by newcomers to Canada. The press release celebrates the expanded scope and content of this new study guide, which apparently had not changed much since 1995.
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Much ado about nothing
The Day of Action, an institution of student politics on campus, has come and gone for another year. We are neither richer nor poorer for it.
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Harper’s unnecessary paranoia
Could anything be more clichéd than another screed against Stephen Harper? They seem to be as certain as the sun’s rising each morning and setting every night.
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Shooting for the moon
I still remember those early days of my youth, where on those crisp clear nights of the late summer I would lie on a blanket in the backyard and stare into the night sky. For hours I would lie there, looking up at all the stars, feeling small and insignificant and I would think to myself, “Gosh, I wish I was a billionaire. Then, I could build a rocket ship and launch it into outer space ... and I would blow a big-honkin’-ass hole in the southern ice cap of the moon.”
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Save that lovin’ for home
“And a thousand thousand slimy things / Lived on; and so did I.” – Samuel Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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Swine flu, round two
I can remember a client coming into my office building recently. She walked up to my desk, set down her papers and coughed directly into my face. It was no tiny accidental cough either. This was an honest, hearty, bottom-of-the-lungs, body-wracking cough. I was talking at the time, so I’m pretty sure some of that even hit the back of my throat.
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Giving Winnipeg the bird
Several local news sources have reported that Mayor Sam Katz, police Chief Keith McCaskill, Minister of Justice Dave Chomiak and several city counsellors are close to dropping some serious cash on a fancy new toy.
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Lest we forget
Lately, it seems like every day brings news of another celebrity death. It started in June with David Carradine. Since then, Arturo Gatti, Billy Mays, Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, Koko Taylor, Michael Jackson and the Taco Bell dog have all gone to join the Great Gig in the Sky.
So let’s take a moment to remember the Flin Flon grow-op.