While growing up I had always had trouble with reading, teachers never understood why, it wasn't that my comprehension level was low but that I could not spell, understand even the slightest law of grammar and read anything more then picture books.
I was Twelve before I learnt how to read effectively, and it was of a complete accident. I was walking through a book store and I saw a book called the "World of Similes" which I read as the "World of Smiles."
One of the places I spent much of my childhood was in Vancouver BC. My mother worked as a research assistant for Anthropologist studying prostitutes in the Vancouver Redlight district. In my time in British Columbia, I was always astonished on how free the people there were. There was a segment of the population that choose restraint and longed for control, but they were minimal at best. The city wasn't perfect obviously the legends of drug related crime and gang conflicts were very much a reality
I'm a philosophy/political science major, and I spend most of my time focusing the unimportant things in life such as idealogies, meanings and reasons. This mostly ends up with me having whacked out thoughts on how I think things could work better, and how I disagree with everyone else. I thought this place would provide a good opertunity to share some of my thoughts with the group and possibly create some discussion.
I would like everyone to know that what I write here is to be taken