Welcome, dear reader, to the Premature Love editionâour second themed issue of the year. We donât publish over reading break so this is the closest we get to Valentineâs Day, and seeing as this is the Other Press, we never like to do things exactly by the book.
It has been a tough start to the year for the worldâs heartstrings. Seemingly a litany of beloved figures have shuffled off of this mortal coil. David Bowie, Glenn Frey, and Alan Rickman, to name but a few.
Our social media feeds blew up last week with reports surfacing of police searching for three âMiddle Easternâ men seen taking photos of the entrances and exits of Pacific Centre Mall.
crubs was one of my favourite shows growing up. There was something infinitely loveable about the annoying narrative prowess displayed by J.D. (Zach Braff) as that merry band of stereotyped misfits navigated the real and not-so-real issues of hospital life.
The Other Press has hit a special milestone this year: everyoneâs favourite student publication is 40. Sure, 40 may not be that old in the grand scheme of things, and compared to other papers (such as the University of New Brunswickâs The Brunswickanâset to hit their 150th year of existence in 2017), the OP is fairly young, but itâs there.
âŚto this crazy game show of life. No real winners in this oneâunless maybe youâre talking to Steve Harvey.
Well, weâve made it. The last issue of the Fall semester. The next time the Other Press hits the stands will be in frigid January days. January 2016.
Instagram. Snapchat. Twitter. LinkedIn. Tumblr. Facebook. I am no fan of social media. My Facebook page only sees moderately more attention than my garden, and seeing as my âgardenâ is a single Venus flytrapâdead, mind youâitâs not hard to disinterestedly paint a picture of my usage.
Hold on, dear comrades, a much-needed break is near. Those lazy days in bed with nothing to do but consume hot chocolate and eggnog by the gallon while indulging in mind-numbing programming are almost here. December is looming large
Iâm at a marvelous point in life where I am financially self-sufficient but still short of that next stepâwhen one settles into a real job and can truly start making some decent bank.
