“Assume the mistake and go to the end; this we call love.”

I buy it.

Jose Gonzalez is playing on the stereo. The sky is grey. A lonely little bubble just flew past my window and down the one way.

Trinity Western has at last made it into Macleans. Best lines from the article:

To an outsider, the disco was more like a Grade 8 dance than anything one sees on a college campus. Instead of beer and shooters, there was a table stocked with licorice and gummi bears. There were no drunk guys groping or loaded girls crying. Even the couples who came together barely touched each other. The 80 or so people gathered were there to boogie. They started a Soul Train line, did the limbo, and circled the room in a locomotion.

See, I’m telling you - this isn’t about mounting protest over the years. No, this is about BC Ferries drawing the line on student leaders playing buk-buk aboard the ferry to Qwanoes. In the absence of buk-buk, the locomotion must be legitimized.