Forever a Lost Boy

Today we mourn the passing of Canadian teen idol Corey Haim, who died less than twelve hours ago in Burbank, at the age of 38. I’m not quite sure why I felt compelled to post something about Haim’s passing. I respected him as an actor and enjoyed his work, although when I saw most of his films it was many years after they were made and many years after I would consider him “active.”

I could go on for ages discussing celebrities who have gone before their time, but everyone knows how unfortunate it is to lose talented people in the prime of of their career. People such as Janis Joplin, Kurt Cobain, James Dean and even Michael Jackson (who I wouldn’t consider a elderly man and frankly, was probably way past his prime when he past away). Their deaths are magnified because of their celebrity status, but without going into stats and figures, many more regular people die every day from accidents, illness, drug overdoses and suicide. I don’t necessarily know that if Michael Jackson or Anna Nicole Smith were alive and producing the news after their deaths (in a hypothetical world, of course), that they would have decided that they were the most important, newsworthy story for the span of several weeks. I can accept the Haiti disaster taking over the airwaves for months, but Anna Nicole Smith’s death? I watch the news to get NEW information, not the same recycled garbage over and over again.

Okay I’m sorry about that rant, I’ll discuss my disgust with CNN at another eventual point.

Haim will be remember as a true talent talent who was taken from the world way too early in life. For such a young man he had an incredible amount of success and a young actor and unfortunate downfalls with several stints in rehab and extreme hardship for many years. The exact cause of death is still unknown and I am in no position to speculate whatsoever.

I’m not trying to write an obituary for Corey Haim, simply mentioning the passing of a Canadian talent who deserves mentioning.


Stealing lessons from Jim Jaramusch and Jean-Luc Godard

I’m not going to go crazy and that Jim Jaramusch is one of my favorite filmmakers, because I don’t even think that he’d fall into my top 10 or top 50 for that matter. However, after studying film for several years and seeing a handful of Jaramusch’s works, I must say that I respect him greatly. I saw Stranger Than Paradise about five years ago and realized that you don’t have to be Spielberg or Lucas to make a powerful film. The latest movie of Jaramusch’s that I’ve seen – Broken Flowers, starring Bill Murray – is still painfully boring to watch, but remains absolutely breathtaking.

This quote by Jim Jaramusch about the free-flowing range of creative ideas makes anyone wish to have a university professor as artsy as he is.

The Godard conclusion (a filmmaker who does make it into my top 10), made this quote immediately post-worthy. Godard’s À bout de souffle (Breathless), opened me up to things I never thought I’d enjoy before. At the time (about 6 or so years ago), the idea of watching movie in French or any foreign language would have been completely unfathomable, but Godard’s work allowed me to appreciate many foreign language films, that are currently in my personal collection.  I could go on about Godard and his brilliance and how I had a minor panic attack when I saw his use of jump-cuts in À bout de souffle, but I won’t, just because. [The YouTube clip I gave isnt even close to the best jump-cuts in the film.]

Photo by: Serge Hambourg

Long Time Coming & a Story About Brewing Beer

Sorry I’ve been MIA for a couple weeks. Wait that kind of made me feel alright – the simple fact that I have someone to apologize to. The idea that people are reading this blog and I should say sorry for having people wait without any new, inventive reading material, makes me feel rather good. In fact, that will be all for my post – I apologize in advance, but….

Okay all jokes aside, it’s been a busy little bit and now that I have a little time I’ll get into posting a little more. I have the time to do some research (just for some facts and figures so that my posts don’t completely consist of myself blathering about my opinions) for a couple things I’ve been meaning to write about. Until then, here’s another piece that was published in The Concordian on September 29, 2009. I believe it was my last feature published in Concordia University’s best student paper (that’s another opinion). Maybe I’ll write something else before I graduate. Hope you enjoy.

The Business of Beer Brewing   Concordia MBA Graduate Behind Popular Local Beer

When your family name means “brewer of beer” in German, it’s safe to say your destiny has been chosen for you. This was the case with Concordia University MBA graduate Charles Bierbrier, who says his lifelong passion for beer drove him to the point he’s at today – brewing beer and loving every second of it.

Meeting Charles for the first time outside his brewery, situated at the bottom of Montreal’s Guy St., I immediately notice his friendly demeanor.

In his early thirties, and wearing jeans and a t-shirt, he leads me through a maze of hallways and staircases to the back of the building where the smell of brewing beer fills the air, and where, he explains, all the magic happens. It’s hard not to be nice to someone while surrounded by copious amounts of alcohol (unless you’re in a bar fight), but Bierbrier genuinely enjoys what he does for a living and is eager to share it with anyone who’s interested – Bierbrier Brewing Inc. is his baby.

Photo by: Alexei Anikine

He pours me a few testers before giving a tour of the “empire” he built. A reasonably-sized room with enormous metallic vats full of fermenting malts and boiling beer makes up most of the brewery.

“It started off as a hobby when I was about sixteen or seventeen,” said Bierbrier. “I spent my weekends in CEGEP and university brewing beer for my friends.”

He worked for a while as a stockbroker for Merrill Lynch, all the while dreaming of opening his own brewery. “I always thought about it as a retirement plan,” says Bierbrier.

However, he soon realized that if he didn’t start young, he would live to regret it. The brewer says that when he was starting out in 2005, he did everything by himself.

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“I brewed beer during the day, made deliveries at night, took care of the books on the weekends and I was just working like a maniac.”

Now, almost four years later, Bierbrier says he still maintains a very hands-on approach when it comes to running his business. It’s important for him to establish connections with his clients, which includes the waitresses and managers at the restaurants carrying his beer, like the trendy Garde Manger in Old Montreal (they only carry Bierbrier beer). Granted, while speaking to him in his office there was a team of people making deliveries for him, several brewers taking care of the beer-making process and a handful of workers bottling beer. Inevitably, as his business grows, Bierbrier is forced to delegate.

Several times during our conversation, he stops to answer his cellphone to take orders for keg parties.

“People refer to me as the keg guy sometimes,” he said about being one of the only private keg suppliers in Montreal. “The big breweries don’t have the time to deal with delivering kegs and picking them up from frat parties.”

His hands-on approach also helped him select the recipe that would ultimately become Bierbrier’s first brew. In order to ensure it would be a winner, the entrepreneur did his own market research. He went to the local dépanneur and bought all the brands of popular beer. Then he gathered a group of his friends together for beer-sampling parties. He discovered the beers people claimed were their favourites often weren’t their favourites at all.

“I had my MBA style spreadsheets going on Excel,” said Bierbrier. “99 per cent of the time [Bierbrier] was coming out on top.”

He realized he had created a very versatile beer when his beer-drinking jock friends as well as his wine connoisseur friends, who usually don’t care for beer, both liked his recipe.

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After taking a whiff of my first tester, I quickly notice the beer has a very natural aroma. It doesn’t smell like your typical beer from a big multi-million dollar brewery. It’s scrumptious and smooth, with an aftertaste that doesn’t make you cringe your face like you’re staring directly into the sun.

“It’s pure malted barley,” said Bierbrier of his special recipe. “All natural. No preservatives, no fillers, no junk.”

And that’s what he set out to do from the start; make a high-quality local beer that at the same time was drinkable. “It’s a premium beer,” he said. “It costs a little more, it tastes a little more.”

Bierbrier is also actively involved with charities. He’ll often sponsor local bands and art galleries, as well as give his beer out at events hosted by Montreal record and clothing companies.

“We like to support and encourage the arts,” said Bierbrier about his connection to the local community. “I’m not in the business of handing out free beer to everyone, but we can always work something out,” he adds. “It has to be a win-win situation.”

Celebrating their fourth anniversary this October, Bierbrier says he sees infinite possibilities for the future of Bierbrier Brewing.

The Bleu Blance Rouge, and why we’ll have to get used to being just alright

Life isn’t always so easy as a Montreal Canadiens fan. The Habs do well for a couple weeks and look like they’re going to win Lord Stanley’s cup, then they tamper off and look like they’d be better suited for the youth league in Cote-St-Luc. It’s hard knowing that the overwhelming majority of Canadiens fans were extremely young or not even born when the Habs hoisted the cup in ‘93, nevermind talking about the win in ‘86 and the ‘89 cup finals.

The core group of Habs fans see the Detroit Red Wings as a dynasty and have never experienced the true glory of uncontested Montreal Canadiens dominance. This group includes me. I was six years old when the Habs won in 1993 and have seen mediocre playoff success in my life as a Canadiens fan. Fortunately, over the years, I’ve been treated to some amazing hockey – finishing first in the Eastern Conference, the come back of the century against the New York Rangers and beating up on the Bruins a few times in the playoffs, but that’s about it.

It seems as though the Canadiens have been in a rebuilding process for my entire lifetime and the major issueis that the team isn’t rebuilding properly. Why? Because Candiens fans are impatient. I know every hockey fan who lives in the greater Montreal area is a general manager and could do a better job than Bob Gainey, but I guess that everyone is entitled to their opinion. The fact is that a rebeuilding process cannot be successful in Montreal, because Habs fans can’t stand losing. We lose a game (okay a big game standing-wise) to the Panthers, after decisively beating the Rangers and the Devils over the weekend, and people go crazy. Some post-game callers on CJAD and The Team 990 said that the players shouldn’t get paid for playing so lousy, it’s shameful and one caller went as far as saying that he’ll never watch a Canadiens game again…. he’s no longer a fan.

Let’s all relax. A wise man once said something about crawling before you could walk and the Habs are trying to run without ever having learned how to crawl in this rebuilding process. We’ve been hovering around 8th spor in the East for a handful of years, missing the playoffs a few times and finishing first in the conference once. A true rebuild has to start from the ground up. The Habs have been in a renovation process for years, fixing pieces here and there, kind of like a middle-aged man getting a makeover. Ultimately we’re looking for a rebirth, and that won’t happen with being a bottom feeder in the NHL standings for at least a season. The issue is that the fans can’t handle it. If we cry to help when we’re in 8th, imagine what would happen if we were in 15th.

The Penguins didn’t magically stumble upon Malkin and Crosby and Fleury as top picks… they fell to the bottom of the standings, had shameful records for a handful of years and were basically going through a bankruptcy process before they becoming the powerhouse that they are today. Granted, it was lucky that their top picks for a few years are now internation superstars, but that’s just luck of the draw.

Until Habs fans muster up the ability to live with a few really shitty seasons, we’ll remain a middle to the pack team, while teams like Carolina and Tampa Bay win Stanley Cups.

AJ Jacobs: living life by the book

This is a piece that I wrote, which was originally published in The Concordian (October 28th 2008). I wrote the piece after a conversation with one of my favorite writers, Esquire’s editor at large, Mr. AJ Jacobs. Hope you enjoy.

AJ Jacobs: living life by the book

It’s hard to believe that a print journalist, who’s known for being socially awkward and who admits to being completely committed to the obsessive compulsive disorder from which he suffers, can be so outgoing in so many different social contexts.

By day A.J. Jacobs is the editor-at-large for a little known magazine called Esquire. Outside the walls of this publication, he is an experimental journalist who completely immerses himself in his work and writes while completing personal experiments.

“I see myself as a human guinea pig,” he said about his favorite type of work. “I love a good life experiment.”

Although he interviews big celebrities by the likes of George Clooney and Rosario Dawson, ultimately Jacobs enjoys his experimental journalism the most.

“My favorite articles to write are the ones about personal quests,” he said.

Jacobs explained how the books he writes sometimes coincide with his job at Esquire, “I wrote [a piece] called ‘My Outsourced Life,’ about how I hired a team of people in Bangalore, India to live my life for me: answer my phone, return my e-mail, argue with my wife for me, etc.”

Photo by: Michael Cogliantry

Photo by: Michael Cogliantry

The interesting thing about Jacobs’ experiments is they breathe new life into the pieces he writes. His article titled “I Think You’re Fat” explored his month-long experimentation with a concept called Radical Honesty. He actually lived it and wrote about it with the feel of a miniature memoir. He told the truth to everyone, all the time. He also said whatever was on his mind, which wasn’t always flattering to the people around him. It’s definitely not an easy thing to do for someone who is often described “socially awkward.”

His books demand a tremendous amount of time and dedication. The Know-It-All: One Man’s Humble Quest to Become the Smartest Person in the World, followed Jacobs through an entire year, as he read the entire Encyclopedia Britannica from cover to cover, or as he refers to it, “a-ak to zywiec.” The book is a hilarious and tremendously informative memoir that covers everything from obscure definitions and personal encounters to Jacobs’ dissatisfaction with MENSA’s lax acceptance requirements.

When I spoke to A.J. earlier in the year, he was fresh off the release of his new book The Year of Living Biblically: One Man’s Humble Quest to follow the Bible as Literally as Possible. For the first nine months of his experiment he followed the Jewish traditional Old Testament and concluded by venturing into the New Testament for the final three months. As a clean-shaven professional who considers himself “Jewish in the same way that the Olive Garden is Italian – not very,” he had quite a year in store for him.

“Esquire is not the most biblical of magazines,” said Jacobs, explaining how his biblical year interfered with his day job. “They assigned me an interview with a beautiful actress, Rosario Dawson. I could barely look at her without being tempted.”

As his beard grew longer and people began to look at him awkwardly on the streets of New York City, the rules of both the Old and New Testaments became a kind of second nature for A.J., although there were certain laws that remain impossible to complete in the modern age. He did, however manage to stone an adulterer, even if it involved permission from an older man, tiny pebbles and terrible regret in the moments following the stoning.

“The Bible also says you can’t touch women during certain times of the month,” mentioned Jacobs about rules that seem impossible to follow. “Even more, you can’t sit on a seat where a woman during her time of month has sat. My wife thought that was offensive and sat on every seat in the apartment, so I had to stand a lot of the year.”

His year of living by the literal word of the Bible inspired him in many ways. “I became much more grateful,” said Jacobs. “I try to focus on the hundred things that go right every day, as opposed to focusing on the three or four that go wrong.”

It also gave him the religious education he never had while growing up. “It did make me more interested in the good parts of religion – as well as more aware of the dangerous parts,” he said. “At the end of the year, my wife and I did decided to send our son to Hebrew school.”

Picture by: Michael Cogliantry

It isn’t easy to constantly tell every little aspect of the truth nor is it a simple task to read the entire Britannica. Though his dedication isn’t always obvious to first-time readers, it’s this dedication that makes his writing absolutely fascinating.

In a way, his devotion to experimental journalism can be measured by the length of his beard at the end of his biblical voyage.

Jacobs recalls cutting his hair and shaving his face the day it was over.

“It was kind of bittersweet,” said Jacobs about cleaning up. “The beard was wildly uncomfortable, but I had also become quite attached to it. It was like a family pet.”

At the moment, besides compiling his new book called Life is an Experiment (consisting of previously published works in the realm of experimental journalism), Jacobs is sticking to his regular stuff at Esquire. He wants to stay away from the experiments for just a little while, because The Year of Living Biblically was a little difficult on his family.

“My wife says I owe her after all I put her through. So she says I have to do the year of giving her foot massages.”

Polish movie posters. Why was I never told?

So I little while ago, the unbelievable world of Polish movie posters was brought to my attention. It really is unreal. Basically it’s different Polish artists with their own versions and interpretations of movie posters. They cover films from the world over and they really are fabulous pieces of art. Here’s a sample of a couple of my favorites, there are countless posters that I actually love, but here are a few:

*All these photos are taken from – explore the site yourself and order copies, as most of the posters are limited editions.

Artist/designer: Andrzej Krajewski

Artist/designer: Leszek Zebrowski

Artist/designer: Leszek Zebrowski

Artist/designer: Jakub Erol

Artist/designer: Leszek Zebrowski

Artist/designer: Leszek Zebrowski

Only the first… of many

This isn’t a cry for attention. Nor is this a sign that Jarred Coxford is waving the white flag and giving into the technological age in which he was born. Nor will Coxford continue writing in the third person (after this first post – it’s not really my thing, but I’m kind of digging it). Frankly, Coxford is a bit off when it comes to computers, which is why it took so long for a fourth year journalism student to start a blog. It also took quite a while to get into the blogging world for Jarred Coxford because he figured that everyone had a blog and that he didn’t necessarily have to stream any more nonsensical garbage into the world.

Okay, I can’t talk like that anymore. Listen, this first post isn’t aimed at introducing myself or this new beautiful blog, but I will throw it down quickly. Basically, this blog is not going to be a daily journal of thoughts nor is it really aimed at giving my semi-professional journalistic spin on enormous news events that you can find enough information on by watching CNN – but incase you don’t watch CNN, here’s a quick rundown:

1. the shot apparently came from the Texas School Book Depository

2. the Challenger didn’t explode, it’s rapidly disintegrated

3. the glove didn’t fit

4. Tiger Woods… joined the PGA tour in 1996

On this blog I’ll sporadically post previously published pieces that I’ve written over the past few years. I’ll make some commentaries on news events, if I feel strongly about them (and if they aren’t destroyed in the popular media), and I’ll bring new things to light that have been brought to my attention. I’ll also share what music I’m listening to, books I’m reading, films I’m seeing and shirts I’m wearing. So take a peak if you’d like, look around, make yourselves comfortable, and please feel free to wander in and out as frequently as you’d like. I was going to conclude with an article that I wrote about a year ago, but I’ll save that for next time. I think that’s enough for now.