Talk of the Town
There's been a lot of talk lately of different cities, and the dreams they hold.
Well, I'm from a little town called Halifax on the most easterly coast of Canada.
Here in Halifax, we don't have your big-city jobs or salaries. Hell, we only have one Wal-Mart, and only 2200 Tim Hortons. But what we do have is down-east hospitality and good times.
This is the least stressful place in the entire world. Got a job? Great! Lost it? Go on EI! There's no harm, or no shame!
Want a job? Too bad! You'll cut into your social time too much.
So, here's my pitch. There's a journalistic void here, and a burgeoning economy (despite the impending extinction of every edible creature in the ocean). This void could be filled by The Bluenoser, a new weekly publication I want to start here in this fine city.
So pack up your bags, folks. There's a dreamworld of opportunity for you out here. All you have to do is take a chance. I did, and look at me now! I can't pay my rent! But that doesn't mean that you won't be able to. It just means ... well, I'm not sure. But I don't need to be! It's a world of choices and decisions that you can make tomorrow.
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5 Comments:
some cats are bigger than others...
Check out the BIG CAT on my "Freaks of Nature" blog.
4:27 PM
Would we, like, get to write about Sloan? A lot?
10:10 PM
I'm sorry, but the colours are too vivid in the pictures of Halifax: I like my bourgeoning metropoli full of hope and opportunity under gray clouds of refinery fumes and burning money.
Mmmm... burning oil dollars to light hope's way...
C.
9:16 AM
'dude, you've sold me... do I hafta grow a beard, though?
12:23 PM
You can ALL grow beards. Out here, it's no rules is good rools. And good rules is good grammer. Maybe I won't start a newspaper. Perhaps something more along the lines of a laundromat.
7:32 PM
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