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“It could never be worse than what it already is."If you were a metal fan in that tangled-up-in-spandex period between AC/DC's Back In Black, Metallica's ascent and Gun & Roses' Appetite For Destruction, you know what a truly desperate time it was. A different breed was roaming the earth challenging audiences with bouffant hairstyles, dayglo attire and...a vibrator. I tried to take refuge in post-Ozzy Sabbath, but the gnomish antics of Ronnie James Dio and that other guy from Deep Purple were just too much to bear.
- Steve 'Lips' Kudlow
"This film is not about rock music at all, still less about school lunches in Ontario, or unusual uses for vibrators; it is about time, and how it threatens to fade us out like a song on the radio, and why, risking ridicule, and leaning on love, we should crank up the volume and keep going. Whatever Lips maintains, not all has been said and done."
"Their energy is electrifying, their movements suffused with a rush of joy and yet ruthlessly precise, and the frenetic flow of onstage activity is almost non-stop. It all oozes sex and passion..."
"We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tiedWhile the tragedy in Haiti unfolds across the screens of my TV and PC appearing to worsen by the hour, I'm reminded of the "inescapable network of mutuality" that binds us all together. It moves us to provide comfort and try to ease the suffering in any way possible. Martin Luther King Jr. knew that this impulse towards empathy was an innately human characteristic, one that needed to be fostered and cherished. He believed it held the key our collective moral code and in Lincoln's memorable phrase, revealed "the better angels of our nature."
in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly."
MLK arrested in 1956 for the Montgomery Bus BoycottAs the U.S. marks King's birthday this Monday January 18th, the people of Haiti need not just empathy, but deeds.
Six months later, the scene was still a horrific one. There were fragments of bone embedded in the parched land, shallow mass graves exposing limbs and packs of dogs roaming around. But there was also hope - I met this survivor, a young man by the name of Akbar, who generously shared his story with me. Here's a snippet:
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"Standing amid the collapsed rubble of Merduati, a kampong, or neighborhood, in the city of Banda Aceh, there is little sign of rebuilding and Akbar finds it difficult to feel much hope.
Instead, he points to where he was sleeping when the "cobra wave" struck. "Like a blender" it overturned and churned the furniture in the ground floor bedroom. Fleeing upstairs from the fast-rising water, he leapt out the window and ran towards the Baiturrahman Mosque near the city center.
He wasn't fast enough. The wave swallowed up Akbar, carrying him along amid the debris and carnage until he clutched a branch at the top of a tree and held on for his life. He stayed there for more than two hours, watching bodies, trucks and parts of houses, the entire life of his hometown, swirl beneath him as the wave slowly receded back into the heart of the Indian Ocean.
When Akbar eventually returned to his home, it was flattened and the tsunami had extracted a precious toll: Twelve members of his family including his father had been killed.
Now Akbar's face seems far older than his 25 years as he recalls that day. Walking among the broken shards of cement at the edge of the ocean at Uleh-leh, the former village where the wave first struck, shadows of remorse and bitterness darken his expression. He stops and stares pensively at Pulau Weh, a small island off shore, then gazes out to the wide open sea beyond.
"Is that where it came from?" I asked.
Akbar nodded then swept his arm across the horizon, "And from there, there, everywhere."
Today his mother and older brother live in Meulaboh, 250 kilometers south along the coast. He rarely sees them as the road connecting the two cities has not yet been repaired after being wiped out by the tsunami. It takes about nine hours over a rough mountain pass, much of it gravel, to reach the town.
Akbar is the only one of his family to have remained in Banda Aceh, the provincial capital, living with a friend while studying nursing at the University of Muhammadiyah. He is determined to keep going. When he can he works as a taxi driver, hoping to earn enough to rebuild his home."
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