<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547</id><updated>2012-01-23T11:35:54.548-06:00</updated><category term='newyork'/><category term='Micheal Richards'/><category term='education'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='children'/><category term='north america'/><category term='natire'/><category term='photography'/><category term='movies'/><category term='comedyclub'/><category term='actor'/><category term='ground'/><category term='new orleans'/><category term='nature'/><category term='school'/><category term='bo-jangels'/><category term='photos'/><category term='zero'/><category term='Bourbon street'/><category term='anxiety'/><category term='salvageyard'/><category term='memories'/><category term='panic'/><category term='smoking'/><category term='performer'/><category term='extras'/><category term='audition'/><category term='glass'/><category term='background'/><category term='casting'/><category term='fear'/><category term='health'/><category term='Big Daddy&apos;s Rock Roll Show'/><category term='911'/><category term='human nature'/><category term='canuck'/><category term='poems'/><category term='human'/><title type='text'>Maurice Asselin Home Page Actor/Freelance Photojournalist/Blogger</title><subtitle type='html'>"I write what I feel I feel what I write What I write 
is real" I will live in the now for today. Time will be on my side, however I will pay no mind to time as it will pass swiftly. Nature is solid in time and awaits change in seasons. To bargain with nature is foolish. A foolish man will try to alter events that are already etched in natures stone. Love nature to the fullest and enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-7455308334833158510</id><published>2009-08-23T09:15:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T11:02:47.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='background'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvageyard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casting'/><title type='text'>My resume as Actor/Background performer in Winnipeg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/S3LUNeQqk3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/KLNoggumg9g/s1600-h/Fat+Hank+on+set+Clear+Lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID 5436641028115960690" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/S3LUNeQqk3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/KLNoggumg9g/s200/Fat+Hank+on+set+Clear+Lake.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 129px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maurice Asselin as fat Hank in Clear lake the Movie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/SjJhlEpw12I/AAAAAAAAANE/n-RwXm3859Q/s1600-h/On+the+Don+Cherry+set+1973+era.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346442997174163298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/SjJhlEpw12I/AAAAAAAAANE/n-RwXm3859Q/s320/On+the+Don+Cherry+set+1973+era.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 257px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Maurice Asselin featured extra in Don Cherry Story&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurice Asselin is an Actor background performer in Winnipeg &lt;br /&gt;My list of work &lt;strong&gt;Actor/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001 An Other Day (Shannen Doherty) (Factory Worker) &lt;br /&gt;2002 A Season On The Brink ( Brian Dennehy) ( Reporter) &lt;br /&gt;2002 Coming Forward (Scared Silent) (Penelope Ann Miller ) ( Jury) &lt;br /&gt;2002 The many trials of one Jane Doe (Wendy Crewson) (Security Guard) &lt;br /&gt;2002 Mary Kay Story ( Shirly Maclean) (Extra) &lt;br /&gt;2002 The Unauthorized Story of 'Three's Company' ( Melanie Deanne Moore) (Bret Anthony) (Audience) &lt;br /&gt;2002 On thin Ice ( Defending my Children) ( Diane Keaton) (Patron Grocery Store) &lt;br /&gt;2003 Seven Times Lucky (Kevin Pollack) ( Bar Room Patron) &lt;br /&gt;2003 More Than Meets The Eye ( Carey Lowell) ( Face in crowd) &lt;br /&gt;2003 In The Dark ( Kathleen Robertson) ( Street walker) &lt;br /&gt;2003 The Weakerthans Music Video ( The Weakerthans) ( Fight Scene Bar) &lt;br /&gt;2003 Shall We Dance ( Jennifer Lopez /Richard Gere) (Store Keeper scene with Jennifer) &lt;br /&gt;2003 Zeyda And The Hitman (Judd Hirsch) ( Extra) &lt;br /&gt;2003 The Winning Season (Kristin Davis) (Matthew Modine) ( reporter) &lt;br /&gt;2003 The Shield Stories Not sure (Patron) (Janitor) &lt;br /&gt;2004 Niagara Motel (Wendy Crewson) (Kevin Pollack) ( Bar) playing pool ) &lt;br /&gt;2004 Category 6: Day of Destruction ( Nancy McKeon) ( Randy Quaid) ( Park Scene) &lt;br /&gt;2004 Capote Philip Seymore Hoffman academy award ( Chris Cooper) ( KBI Agent) &lt;br /&gt;2005 Nothing Both The Truth ( Ryan Pinkston) ( Janitor) (spectator) &lt;br /&gt;2006 You kill me Sir Ben Kingsley Tea Lioni ( flight patrons ready to board plane) &lt;br /&gt;2006 Elijah Billy Merasty Maury Chaykin Currie Graham ( member of Parliament) &lt;br /&gt;2006 What if God where the sun Lacey Chabert Gena Rowlands (heart attack victim)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007 Chasing The devil ( The Green River Killer) Norma Bailey Director&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007 High Life Rossif Sutherland Joe Anderson ( Drive by and pedestrian) &lt;br /&gt;2008 Clear Lake (Principal Actor) "Fat Hank" Salvage Yard Boss&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3100740/"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3100740/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Clear lake (Fat Hank)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008 Amreeka Cherien Dabis Director ( janitor ) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008 Audition for Dekalb Brand Seeds commercial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2009 Don Cherry Movie (featured extra)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010&amp;nbsp;Cashing In Season III Multiple Scenes (featured extra)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-7455308334833158510?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/7455308334833158510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=7455308334833158510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/7455308334833158510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/7455308334833158510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2007/06/list-of-movies-as-extra-filmed-in.html' title='My resume as Actor/Background performer in Winnipeg'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/S3LUNeQqk3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/KLNoggumg9g/s72-c/Fat+Hank+on+set+Clear+Lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-1276636915902059744</id><published>2009-07-23T08:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:52:36.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and  Neighbours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/SmhlDjf0joI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_wEh1Pg8wkU/s1600-h/canada+america+border.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/SmhlDjf0joI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_wEh1Pg8wkU/s200/canada+america+border.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361646468127297154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;strong&gt; Friends and neighbours &lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;em&gt;An unprotected border makes us good neighbours&lt;br /&gt;                              No fences or snares do we have only a thin divide&lt;br /&gt;                              Blessed we are to be friends far and wide&lt;br /&gt;                              North America thrives on freedom forever &lt;br /&gt;                              Good health and happiness for all at the border&lt;br /&gt;                              Hands reach over a thin line where hearts meet&lt;br /&gt;                              Many stories we share as cousins across one and other&lt;br /&gt;                              A great history we have together with peace and respect&lt;br /&gt;                              Pictures on either side look the same we have no shame &lt;br /&gt;                              Lest we forget our battles as one making our enemies run&lt;br /&gt;                             Strength in numbers across two borderless countries    &lt;br /&gt;                             The world envies a lasting friendship two respectful nations&lt;br /&gt;                             Proud to be friends and neighbours with caring hearts &lt;br /&gt;                             Never a line should to be drawn between us at sunset  &lt;br /&gt;                             Let us remain friends and neighbours thou we haven’t met&lt;br /&gt;                             Unprotected border is unique in a world of indifference&lt;br /&gt;                             Brothers and sisters forever peaceful we shall remain &lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;                                      Maurice Asselin July 22 2009                  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-1276636915902059744?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/1276636915902059744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=1276636915902059744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/1276636915902059744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/1276636915902059744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends-and-neighbours-unprotected.html' title='Friends and  Neighbours'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/SmhlDjf0joI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_wEh1Pg8wkU/s72-c/canada+america+border.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-6504285589682299720</id><published>2009-06-25T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T20:12:35.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/TCVQsBuxdwI/AAAAAAAAARE/soxN_K46eoc/s1600/audition+photos+doctor+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/TCVQsBuxdwI/AAAAAAAAARE/soxN_K46eoc/s320/audition+photos+doctor+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A lifetime of living passes so quickly. What are my most memorable times in my life? In the sixties I got involved with the new concept of community television. I had a show called “The way it is.” However this was a short- lived career.&lt;br /&gt;Only by chance did I become a photographer, writer, photo studio owner, freelance photojournalist, movie extra, and eventually actor. In 1973 I bought a huge Chrysler car. &lt;br /&gt;I found an older 35mm camera tucked in the corner of the trunk. My girlfriend at that time was a smart good-looking country girl. Thanks to her smarts she had a big hand in my up and coming career. My good friend Andrew and I had visions of becoming great writers. We freelanced our talents to CBC radio for a while writing comedy skits. We interviewed then famous Pauline Boutal, artistic director of the Cercle Moliere in St. Boniface, hoping to sell the story to MacLean’s Magazine. It was refused. Wanting to be a good photographer I started chasing ambulances hoping for that news-breaking photo. . &lt;br /&gt;I eventually got a job with Lance Publishing as an add salesman. I always had my then new Pentax camera with me. They would give me photo assignments from time to time. I kept bugging the then editor Wes Rosen for a chance to write stories. I eventually wrote an article along with photos on the last of the men’s beer parlours the Nicolette hotel in St. Boniface. I would freelance to other daily and weekly newspapers in Manitoba. I had the good fortune of having photos with a bi-line published in daily and weekly newspapers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1974 I borrowed a $150 bucks from my dad so I could open a photo studio under the name L’image photography in St. Boniface. Business was good in that I had a link with the entertainment industry agents representing local live bands. I did most of the groups publicity photos for a few years. My partner and also did portrait, passport, commercial, industrial, interior, exterior photography. I closed the studio in 1981. Hence a few years have passed. I got involved with the movie industry in 2001. I mostly worked as a background performer until 2008. Thanks to Mick Paulusma writer director and Lori from Next casting I auditioned for a speaking roll in the movie Clear Lake and got the part as Fat Hank the junkyard boss. My latest project was in the Don cherry in Selkirk Manitoba in 2009. I was in twenty-eight projects and one music video since 2001. I’m looking forward to other work in the near future. Winnipeg is slowly getting more projects over the summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-6504285589682299720?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/6504285589682299720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=6504285589682299720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/6504285589682299720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/6504285589682299720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2010/06/lifetime-of-living-passes-so-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/TCVQsBuxdwI/AAAAAAAAARE/soxN_K46eoc/s72-c/audition+photos+doctor+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-1929476702598724248</id><published>2009-06-06T08:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T17:15:51.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Michael Jackson 1958 - 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/Slu7brtKHnI/AAAAAAAAANk/3iZ-V4_NU0w/s1600-h/CAP87P8UCA0ZTU2KCA326FESCARDVHUACAZR0RQECAS28EK9CA0PDXY1CAO0OHZ6CAPUJ7FUCAT5T3SNCA8Q34WTCA9O94I6CAAR1S8FCAPZBV4LCAGISE41CA3C8X83CA2BQLK8CAYJ0J79CAREQ4Q8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/Slu7brtKHnI/AAAAAAAAANk/3iZ-V4_NU0w/s320/CAP87P8UCA0ZTU2KCA326FESCARDVHUACAZR0RQECAS28EK9CA0PDXY1CAO0OHZ6CAPUJ7FUCAT5T3SNCA8Q34WTCA9O94I6CAAR1S8FCAPZBV4LCAGISE41CA3C8X83CA2BQLK8CAYJ0J79CAREQ4Q8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358082265950330482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/Slu6w0gay6I/AAAAAAAAANc/ooI8TJDiXJw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/Slu6w0gay6I/AAAAAAAAANc/ooI8TJDiXJw/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358081529578441634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/Sko7_pQzlAI/AAAAAAAAANU/3ZlDpiAIlYM/s1600-h/J5era.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/Sko7_pQzlAI/AAAAAAAAANU/3ZlDpiAIlYM/s320/J5era.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353157071677395970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/Sko72qCqfyI/AAAAAAAAANM/iUz8JZc0v7k/s1600-h/ThrillerEra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/Sko72qCqfyI/AAAAAAAAANM/iUz8JZc0v7k/s320/ThrillerEra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353156917267693346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were born Michael seven out of nine &lt;br /&gt;Sometime in august 1958 was born a Star &lt;br /&gt;Gary Indiana was the place at that time  &lt;br /&gt;Your mommy and daddy were proud again &lt;br /&gt;They saw you could sing and dance Michael &lt;br /&gt;The Jackson five became the name of fame &lt;br /&gt;You hit the big time my man headed for the moon &lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson was the name to remember forever &lt;br /&gt;1971 you became the king of pop sitting on top &lt;br /&gt;1982 you sat at on a mountain with thriller a super star &lt;br /&gt;From a child to a mans man you remained until that day  &lt;br /&gt;Off the wall bad, dangerous, history, are only recordings now &lt;br /&gt;Sad your life was not easy Michael your innocence made you pay  &lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature called your name Michael you came &lt;br /&gt;1958 to 2009 the years you were given to shine and be a star  &lt;br /&gt;We will miss you until eternity becomes day one again Michael &lt;br /&gt;You were tired didn't know your heart decided it was time to go &lt;br /&gt;Your in the arms of nature with the children you loved so much  &lt;br /&gt;Your Brothers sisters will not forget the Michael they knew so well  &lt;br /&gt;The days have ended Michael sleep well knowing you are safe  &lt;br /&gt;Michael we know where you are one more star in the sky forever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurice J Asselin June 29, 2009 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&lt;/strong&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fredhughes.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imageexplore.com/counter.php?id=111774&amp;bg=&amp;fstyle=&amp;fontbg=&amp;pattern=&amp;fsize=" alt="hughesnet" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fredhughes.net"&gt;hughesnet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-1929476702598724248?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/1929476702598724248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=1929476702598724248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/1929476702598724248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/1929476702598724248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2009/06/tribute-to-michael-jackson-1958-2009.html' title='Tribute to Michael Jackson 1958 - 2009'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/Slu7brtKHnI/AAAAAAAAANk/3iZ-V4_NU0w/s72-c/CAP87P8UCA0ZTU2KCA326FESCARDVHUACAZR0RQECAS28EK9CA0PDXY1CAO0OHZ6CAPUJ7FUCAT5T3SNCA8Q34WTCA9O94I6CAAR1S8FCAPZBV4LCAGISE41CA3C8X83CA2BQLK8CAYJ0J79CAREQ4Q8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-3465398446366704162</id><published>2009-03-17T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T17:27:08.426-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Daddy&apos;s Rock Roll Show'/><title type='text'>Big Daddy's Rock and Roll Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/Sb_Bo_YbQRI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZmSjqAbl1kQ/s1600-h/big_daddy%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/Sb_Bo_YbQRI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZmSjqAbl1kQ/s320/big_daddy%5B1%5D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some people may remember this face in and around 1978. Wow! I have I changed. I was doing Big Daddy's Rock and Roll Show in Winnipeg's local bars and around Manitoba. My ultra ego didn't look like that. He was a biker type character with a lot of attitude. Sun glasses, black leather motorcycle jacket and a triumph cap. I never thought that from a costume contest at a local drinking hole that Big Daddy would evolve into a pretty thriving business! By accident I took on the voice of Wolf Man jack a popular radio personality from the 50's and 60's. The combination seemed to work well along with hours of taped Rock and Roll music from the fifties up to the early seventies. My first greaser social was a sell out, 500 people showed up and I almost got arrested for over capacity in the hall we had rented. I was the producer, manager, agent, photographer and front man Big daddy. By the time we got into full swing we had a pretty cool looking show, with lights, slides, smoke, and much more. Big Daddy was very popular with the ladies. I was unattached ready and willing, you get the picture. At that time our show was a catalyst allowing people to dance to taped music in bars. Live bands had been the norm for years until the liquor control commission had put the lid on dancing to live music, silly as it was. Dancing at Greaser socials was OK, however not in bars. I lobbied the Commission for months on end until they changed the ruling. The law was changed and the rest is history. So comes Disco in the late seventies early eighties. I hated Disco and slowly Big Daddy faded into obscurity. I remained a Freelance Photojournalist and kept trying to survive. Many years of partying , smoking, drugs and booze took it's toll on my body. I finally gave up the whole lot and got sober in 1980 and have been enjoying a life of sobriety ever since. I'm a retired guy now working in the movie industry as an Actor/movie extra enjoying my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-3465398446366704162?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/3465398446366704162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=3465398446366704162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/3465398446366704162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/3465398446366704162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-daddys-rock-and-roll-show.html' title='Big Daddy&apos;s Rock and Roll Show!'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/Sb_Bo_YbQRI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZmSjqAbl1kQ/s72-c/big_daddy%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-3827101702203881201</id><published>2009-03-15T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:40:21.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='911'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newyork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ground'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canuck'/><title type='text'>GROUND ZERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/R91Qm1C_BWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wmfjHWhyOQs/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/R91Qm1C_BWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wmfjHWhyOQs/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178383774550787426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK INTO THE SKY AND SEE THE TOWERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE REFLECTION ARE THEY IN THE SUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMPTY SPACE IN THE SMOKE FILLED AIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILENCE IS FOREVER IN THE STILL GROUND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELS FLOAT SEARCHING FOR A LOVED ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROUND ZERO IS NOW A NAME THAT LIES STILL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MEMORY FOREVER IN THE MINDS OF MANY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRENGHT CIRCLES THE FERTILE GROUND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURES ARE PASSED ON TO THE LIVING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GREAT LOVE HAS RISEN FROM THE DEBRIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASHES TO ASHES DUST TO DUST HAS STRENGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNITY IS CREATED THAT NO MAN SHALL DESTROY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEROES AND GREAT MEN CONTINUE TO WALK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SMILE RISES UPWARD INTO THE HEAVENS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PAIN WILL SUBSIDE THE FOND MEMORIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL BE FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAURICE J ASSELIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-3827101702203881201?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/3827101702203881201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=3827101702203881201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/3827101702203881201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/3827101702203881201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2007/01/ground-zero.html' title='GROUND ZERO'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/R91Qm1C_BWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wmfjHWhyOQs/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-4163866215966066587</id><published>2009-03-14T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:43:12.618-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Nature's Reflections in a Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nature's reflections are your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the glare is kind and clear forever&lt;br /&gt;slowly look over your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;faded memories are in a special place&lt;br /&gt;so much time has past however slow&lt;br /&gt;nature has resolved and made a print&lt;br /&gt;search the eye of your soul and forgive&lt;br /&gt;nature is patient and Wait's your answer&lt;br /&gt;count the grains of sand as time is short&lt;br /&gt;a shallow scoop is all that is needed&lt;br /&gt;feed yourself with the knowledge of stillness&lt;br /&gt;mother earth in its kindness will comfort you&lt;br /&gt;fear not the waters as nature keeps you afloat&lt;br /&gt;listen to a voice from the sea enjoy the sound&lt;br /&gt;natures patients a Wait's your response once only&lt;br /&gt;your response is silent in nature's glass&lt;br /&gt;the glass is full of you and you of it&lt;br /&gt;fear not mother nature holds you forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurice Asselin December 4, 2004&lt;br /&gt;For my friend Rhonda with love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-4163866215966066587?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/4163866215966066587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=4163866215966066587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/4163866215966066587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/4163866215966066587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2006/12/natures-reflections-in-glass.html' title='Nature&apos;s Reflections in a Glass'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-5015757801876694997</id><published>2009-03-13T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T11:47:06.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Cataract Surgery?</title><content type='html'>Holly Molly people? Cataract surgery is a big business? Went to Misericordia urgent care and nursing facility, once a 125-bed hospital in Winnipeg! I arrived one hour early 11;00 am as requested for pre-operation set up. I was not the only one there for sure dam? The room was lined up with beds as far as my bad eyes could see! The ones with patches on one eye eating toast and coffee had past the production line ready to be shipped out? My inquisitive journalistic mind went into action! How many surgeries a day are performed here I ask? An average of 50 nurse answered! They have four operating rooms on the move cutting out cataracts. Blue haired ladies and grey haired balding men can be seen pushed back and forth in and out! Ham and eggs toast and coffee was once the breakfast for the golden oldies? Cut backs and a poorly run health care system running out of money is evident. A room full of highly paid help keeps the production line in motion? &lt;br /&gt;One gal runs the coffee pot and toaster tucked in the in corner going steady! I paid $300 for soft lens implant not covered by Manitoba health? I still have one more eye to be done in the end of May at a cost of $300! The person in the next bed who chose the hard lens implant gets it done free of charge! Ok my choice you say? My research shows that Ontario health care system has no charge for soft lens implant! May I add that I’m struggling to write this as I try seeing past the constant fog permeating my eye? Post operation doctor visit he says normal for a tuff cataract removal? What ever? At least a week in the fog-putting eye drops 4 times a day!  Don’t listen to your friends that say I could see vivid clear colors the next morning! In some cases yes it does happen! By the way the doctor said I could drive, however very carefully! If you live in Winnipeg and see a beat-up 87 Dodge Caravan coming your way, take your chances lol! As usual its Never a yes or no with me it’s a long-winded story! Hey have a nice Sunday and it’s great seeing you, well almost! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maurice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-5015757801876694997?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/5015757801876694997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=5015757801876694997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/5015757801876694997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/5015757801876694997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2009/04/post-cataract-surgery.html' title='Post Cataract Surgery?'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-4014950075816791681</id><published>2009-03-13T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:44:28.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soleil et la Lune</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soleil et la Lune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis ne entre le soleil et Ia lune&lt;br /&gt;Lange de ma naissance et fiêre de mois&lt;br /&gt;Soleil o SoIeil de ma mere ou ét~ vous&lt;br /&gt;Se suis à L’age de raison et le roi de ma maison&lt;br /&gt;Soleil de la lune réchauffe-le-toi de mon ame&lt;br /&gt;Mama chère maman oust été vous&lt;br /&gt;Et vous entrez le soleiI et la lune&lt;br /&gt;Je vois Ies etoil de vos yeux&lt;br /&gt;Je suis ne entre le soleil et la lune&lt;br /&gt;Ou et la chaleur de ta voit sure mon ame&lt;br /&gt;Pour aujourd’hui je suis calme&lt;br /&gt;Les second son long entre le soleil et La lune&lt;br /&gt;Les tendres de ta voix chauffent l’heure de ma vie&lt;br /&gt;Je suis ne entre le soleil et la lune&lt;br /&gt;Vous été lange de ma naissance ma chère&lt;br /&gt;Merci pour les respire et la chaleur de ta voit sur&lt;br /&gt;Le mémoire de mon aujourd’hui&lt;br /&gt;je suis entre le soleil et la lune le soleil et la lune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurice Asselin&lt;br /&gt;24 Janvier 1988&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la mémoire de ma chere mama Marie Ange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-4014950075816791681?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/4014950075816791681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=4014950075816791681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/4014950075816791681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/4014950075816791681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2006/12/soleil-et-la-lune.html' title='Soleil et la Lune'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-111997041760768396</id><published>2009-03-12T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:46:42.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Bastards Club?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/609/1600/The%20old%20store.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/609/320/The%20old%20store.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/609/1600/1956%20Buick%20Special.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/609/320/1956%20Buick%20Special.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a fair statement to make? For those who are still above ground, you dam right! Will your reputation as an old bastard precede you? The term can be used many ways to articulate a man's disposition! If your looking for political correctness, then you have come to the wrong place. When a bunch of old guys get together and talk about life in general, the shock waves may knock you over. Most older people have grown up enough to drop the facade and have stopped living in denial! How about the truth? That could be optional! The truth about me will set me free for sure. The spin doctors and experts have taken over the world? The propaganda machine is running out gas! Have you talked to an old bastard lately? "Been there done that and survived it all". Talk to an old bastard and you may meet a very wise man?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-111997041760768396?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/111997041760768396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=111997041760768396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/111997041760768396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/111997041760768396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2005/06/old-bastards-club.html' title='The Old Bastards Club?'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-3725786071291783882</id><published>2009-01-05T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:04:27.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Riches of Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm no stranger to poverty so I will continue on my path to the riches of writing. Helping those in need of a shoulder to lean on in times of trouble. He's my brother he's not heavy. Service to your fellow man has the weight of a feather not the burden of heavy gold. To see the eye of your own soul gives you freedom in knowing the truth shall set you free. The safety and warmth of your mothers womb has wisdom that mortal men know little. Mother nature's love warms us in sunrise and in sunset forever protecting us from harming ourselves. To pick up a stone and heave it against an other rock has no value its best to lay it down so it may have heat to warm hands that need healing.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurice J Asselin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-3725786071291783882?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/3725786071291783882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=3725786071291783882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/3725786071291783882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/3725786071291783882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2009/01/riches-of-writing.html' title='The Riches of Writing'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-5202662680491387781</id><published>2009-01-04T13:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:12:02.067-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human nature'/><title type='text'>I just want to take care of my babies!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why be surprised at the basic nature of the female species! Human Nature period!! no man in the picture no offspring to take care of. Straightforward common sense and logic. Not surprising that she tolerates having the knuckle dragging monkey around to forage for food and gather the wood to keep the babies warm. That is the basic and simple explanation.&lt;br /&gt; We as men will make an effort to help with the babies, however our basic nature is to mate with her as often as she is willing. Much like the animal kingdom we have the urge to look out side the nest with the hope that we are within the eyesight of an ovulating female. Never get between a mama bear and her cubs! Widowed women out number widower men by a large margin. They just simply live longer. Go to any nursing home in North America, As an example the building I live in has sixty suites with only five men the balance are widowed ladies.&lt;br /&gt;You all know this, however my stubbornness’ in ignoring political correctness puts a different slant on what you all maybe thinking. As humans were we really meant to spend an entire lifetime with the same mate? In theory It may make sense to many. However the divorce rate statistics surely brings up a compelling Argument to the contrary. Who wants to take on religion, the experts, or maybe those who have spent sixty or more years with the same person? Please don’t use me as an example I for whatever reasons could not maintain an ongoing relationship with the same women for any length of time. However I did father two children as the results of a legal marriage. If the truth be known unknowingly I may have fathered more. For those who’s heart may have started to race or felt faint or your self righteous brain went into gear, I have been divorced from a short six year marriage for forty years. Ok take a deep breath and lets get on with the story. Only the mothers of those offspring really know! Was I used as a sperm donor, Let them answer that question. (“don’t worry I’m on the pill”) I was only following my basic nature as knuckle dragging monkey.Tina Turner said it best " whats love got to do with it" If your offended by this article please pass it on. If your not offended say nothing because it will defeat my reasons for writing it in the first place. Or maybe your snickering in agreement. I am no shock jock writer trying to get attention?? Just and old guy who thinks he's a wordsmith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurice Asselin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-5202662680491387781?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/5202662680491387781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=5202662680491387781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/5202662680491387781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/5202662680491387781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-want-to-take-care-of-my-babies.html' title='I just want to take care of my babies!!!!'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-4082425393344911530</id><published>2009-01-03T12:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:28:04.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear -----------------</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear ---------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Firstly I have to make very clear to you that I am not a psychiatrist or qualified psychologist. My experience has come from many years of observing my own behavior. The AA program is based on twelve steps, twelve traditions, twelve concepts. The program of recovery is based on the individuals ability to be honest with themselves. This is a lifetime commitment in applying the principals set down in the big book of Alcoholics anonymous. The program is very clear that it is voluntary and only makes suggestions based on experience that is shared as being part of a program of recovery. We only get back to the degree that we put into practicing certain principles in our own personnel recovery. &lt;br /&gt;As in most twelve step programs that have adopted the 12 steps of AA, the recovery rate is only about 3 % . &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Most of my ability in understanding human nature comes from many years of searching out and being honest about the things that have affected me personally in childhood and growing up in a dysfunctional environment. Many years of being influenced by people places and things had caused me to react to life mostly in negative terms. My anxieties, fears, and panic came from not being able to understand that other negative influences as well as my own caused me to loose touch with reality. This does not mean being insane! Over many years of self discovery and dealing with very painful memories did I realize that I was in many ways not totally at fault. I had to learn how to clear the path and come to terms with the past that caused me pain and suffering. To the degree that I wrote down the good the bad and the ugly did I feel less anxious. I had to make a ledger that was divided into two parts negative one side positive the other. Like I had told you about how fear is the corroding thread that touches almost every aspect of lives. Anger and resentments that we harbor is what blocks us from the sunlight of the spirit. Only to the degree that we rid ourselves from the wreckage of the past do we achieve peace of mind and serenity. I had to learn how to forgive myself first.&lt;br /&gt;Its a simple process, however not easy but it can be done. keep it simple but be very honest with yourself about the challenge ahead. Take your time in writing down each discovery however painful it may be. Remember this a personal journey that you must take. You do not have to share this with anyone. You may keep your journal close or after reviewing a few times understanding what you have written and dealt with some of pain and forgiving yourself and others for the harm caused. You may decide to destroy what you have written. Its like a self confession on paper. The idea is to get it out of your system rather then let it roll around inside. If you feel the need to go back to review some of what you have written then do so. We are always left with little scares that will heal. The key is to not have any pain attached to the memories. To the degree that we climb over the wall of adversity and allow ourselves the pain and suffering do we find a degree of humility. Once over the wall we look back with a strong character being able to handle life's challenges on a daily basis without fear and understanding. This a short version of a lifetime of work that will never end. We must stay vigilante on a daily basis. That is why " one day at a time" is so true for all of us. Yesterday is gone tomorrow is not here however we have today to deal with. Thank you for the opportunity to help you as that is how I maintain my sobriety is in helping others. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;serenity prayer&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;God grant me the serenity&lt;br /&gt;to accept the things I cannot change&lt;br /&gt;courage to change things I can, and &lt;br /&gt;wisdom to know the difference.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maurice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-4082425393344911530?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/4082425393344911530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=4082425393344911530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/4082425393344911530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/4082425393344911530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear.html' title='Dear -----------------'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-3984431281121392628</id><published>2008-03-30T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:15:51.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear Lake the movie filmed in Winnipeg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/trnEOH86Or4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/trnEOH86Or4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Writer Director Mick Paulusma films the movie Clear Lake in and around Winnipeg. This is my principal acting roll as the Salvage Yard Boss " Hank"&lt;br /&gt;Now finished this will be a hit out the park grand slam movie and will be ready for up and coming film festivals canada and USA! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-3984431281121392628?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/3984431281121392628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=3984431281121392628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/3984431281121392628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/3984431281121392628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2008/06/clear-lake-movie-filmed-in-winnipeg.html' title='Clear Lake the movie filmed in Winnipeg'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-2635437181799873813</id><published>2008-03-30T09:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T09:13:49.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='background'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvageyard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casting'/><title type='text'>What a country eh!  Got the part!</title><content type='html'>I had accepted the decision that I would not get the part in the movie Clear lake. Small with only four lines, however my first speaking roll. I had spent the day with my best friends Sonny and his wife Evelyn. Friends since teenagers. I came home and had a message from Lori Casting director with next Casting. I was to call her. I called and left a message. I've worked with next casting since 2001. Most calls were for a time and place and what to wear. A brief description of the movie. The phone rang around lunch time. Lori from casting, Maurice I want to let you know that we decided your audition was to good to pass up. We had to convince actra that we wanted you for the roll as the " Salvage yard boss". How and who they had to convince I was the choice for the roll is the part of the business I don't understand. However from an extra to an actor, what a change from just a few days ago. I had a cell phone that I gave up about fifteen years ago. Lori had asked me when she called my about my first audition as the Salvage yard boss, if I had a cell phone. I said then, I can't afford that luxury. Believe me the $90.00 investment was a stretch for me, however I got a cell phone. So now I'm in a different ball game. Exciting, absolutely! Where will it take me? Who knows with this crazy business. Looking forward to the journey. I can't forget the last twenty seven or so years of living "one day at a time".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-2635437181799873813?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/2635437181799873813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=2635437181799873813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/2635437181799873813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/2635437181799873813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-country-eh-got-part.html' title='What a country eh!  Got the part!'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-8254090248655826305</id><published>2008-03-16T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:35:41.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“How not to Audition”</title><content type='html'>How not to audition for a thirty second commercial! Working as a movie extra is simply just doing what you are directed to.  I auditioned for a speaking role in a local low budget independent feature film. Two auditions and I had it nailed down. The buzz about my scene as the Salvage yard boss in the movie Clear Lake has been good. The wrap party was an interesting evening to say the least. I was congratulated on my performance. &lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in the movie biz since 2001. This was my first chance at a speaking roll. It does not often happen in the industry.  I had sent my photo and resume to Jim Heber the casting director for principle actor speaking rolls in Winnipeg. Not expecting to ever be called, I was invited to audition for a TV commercial. They sent me the script by email. &lt;br /&gt;Two thirty second commercials for a product called Dekalb. Monsanto is one of the largest agricultural suppliers in the world. I was to audition on Tuesday July 29. I had studied the lines feeling good about my ability to deliver the goods necessary to get the part. Wow was I wrong!!! Auditioning for a commercial was totally different than a part in a movie. Stand look directly into the camera read your lines as suggested and that is it!&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly pronounce the product name correctly. The Monsanto representative was watching each audition. I was third or fourth in line to go into the room. Each audition took no longer than a few minutes. I could hear the people ahead me read their lines. Ok, no big, deal sounds simple enough. I went in and totally blew the whole audition. I found it difficult to look directly into the camera, and did not read exactly as directed, also mispronounced the product name. I know for sure they have picked the candidate to do the commercial, and it’s not me. Does this mean I may never get the chance to audition for a speaking roll with the only speaking roll Director again???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-8254090248655826305?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/8254090248655826305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=8254090248655826305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/8254090248655826305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/8254090248655826305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-not-to-audition.html' title='“How not to Audition”'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-2489017060619132469</id><published>2008-03-14T19:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:14:03.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The audition was good all are happy!</title><content type='html'>Wow what an experience that was! I had made up my mind prior to going to the audition that I know my lines well. I checked my ego at the door, walked in to meet a down to earth director who had checked his ego as well. A young man for sure, cordial, friendly, unassuming open to what you can offer. Amazing how well things go when competition is removed from the equation. Lori the casting director for Next casting was there. An other lady that read lines so I could give my spiel. I had made up my mind that I was going to give it my best. I always knew that given the chance I could give a convincing performance. The directors response was positive and he seemed pretty happy with my take on the lines. So much so that he had me read lines for an other part. OK I will relax and enjoy the experience and let things unfold and see what is to come next. I've been in the business long enough to know that things do change and not to get my hopes up to much. However I'm sure we will be meeting some time in the near future. I can always be that extra that they always need. I hope that I get the chance to prove my worth as a speaking actor. All in all it was a great day for sure. I had been at a loss for words for some time now. Writers block I guess. I'm in a good place emotionally and feel the flow is coming back. Before I wear out my welcome I will shut down and save it for an other day. By for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-2489017060619132469?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/2489017060619132469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=2489017060619132469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/2489017060619132469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/2489017060619132469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2008/03/audition-was-good-all-are-happy.html' title='The audition was good all are happy!'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-1636977878654837040</id><published>2008-03-12T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:09:27.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A promise to Dream! Only you can Dream! I have a Dream?</title><content type='html'>I was told a long time ago that "I was a dreamer." The greatest promises are an other persons dreams. Two dreamers never connect on the same level. &lt;br /&gt;The human animal has evolved from dreams into a degree of reality. A thought is a dream,or is a dream a thought? The crazy clue that keeps us in a semi state of reality is dreams. I dreamt I broke a promise. To many disappointment's come from an others dream! Expectations come from a dream, however anger comes from a disappointed expectation!&lt;br /&gt;Only Human intelligence can make a false promise. Is it true then, that we are chronic liars? Who made the first promise? Complicated for sure! I had a dream to confuse you and I kept my promise! Don't be disappointed, just come up with a better dream. So dream on people and remember to keep a promise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-1636977878654837040?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/1636977878654837040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=1636977878654837040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/1636977878654837040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/1636977878654837040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2008/04/promise-to-dream-only-you-can-dream-i.html' title='A promise to Dream! Only you can Dream! I have a Dream?'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-20068367307325658</id><published>2007-08-31T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:43:07.565-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='north america'/><title type='text'>What do you want to be when you grow up?</title><content type='html'>That’s the question most ask of today’s children, however would you be surprised if a five year old kid would say, alive! That would be my first option. Who’s to blame for that? Today’s world is so different post 1975. Drugs and Rock and Roll haven’t gone away! North America is a great place to live work and raise a family. However how secure are we? How many kids really want to be the doctor, nurse, fireman, and lawyer, along with many other glorified professions that we all dreamt of being as children? Have we as a society made that dream less attractive over the years? I’m sixty-four years old from “the old school.” Are my grand children grateful? I’m not so sure! Man and his dreams have backed society into an unpleasant corner for sure! Why have many of our kids become grossly overweight and less educated in spite of our advanced knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;Over the counter and prescribed drugs has become societies babysitter! Power and greed has been the great motivator over the centuries. Illness is epidemic, more so then anytime in the past. The politically correct, along with a so-called new world order has propelled us into an uncaring selfish angry society! . We survey the hell out of every aspect of our lives! We have more self-proclaimed experts trying to convince us on how we should live and behave! The age of instant communication is a great tool for the propaganda machine that wants a piece of the action! Boil it, simmer it, and fry it, however at the end of the day we count the profit margin! Every thing down to health care is a business with a dollar sign at the end of it. We even know how many of us are going to die each year from some form of illness. Don’t asked your kid what he wants to be when he grows up? Just assure him he will grow up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-20068367307325658?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/20068367307325658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=20068367307325658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/20068367307325658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/20068367307325658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-do-you-want-to-be-when-you-grow-up.html' title='What do you want to be when you grow up?'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-110771097234452321</id><published>2007-08-31T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T09:29:54.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe I doubt I believe I doubt The doubt of believing!</title><content type='html'>I believe I doubt I believe I doubt The doubt of believing!&lt;br /&gt;Is it fair to give a God, a power greater, the Universal one, credit/ blame for all tragic events that happen? Should we not apply common sense and logic in the natural order of nature? Simple logic says that if you live near water, you may get your feet wet! However if you live near a Mountain you may get struck by a rock! Cold climate may bring snow and blizzards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human beings have struggled with the notion of a supreme power for ever and will until it's finished and complete. Try to imagine a world without the notion of a Power Greater than humanity!&lt;br /&gt;Nature in it's infinite wisdom stands and watches the human race struggle on a daily basis in it's quest for power and wanting to be the supreme one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our efforts to be God like, God given, God sent, God said, God should, God would. This is a lot effort and brain draining exercise that may cause harmful effects? By it's own hands the human race has been killing one an other for centuries. Nature only by virtue of it's being has taken an insurmountable amount of life! A God at the center of nature or nature at the center of God?&lt;br /&gt;Mind boggling as it is, we insist on blaming an entity that we have not seen or talked to in a tangible way! This will cause a negative reaction in most people, however insecure you may think the writer, the writer is secure in the reality of common sense and logic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift to humanity is the ability to think and process those thoughts, having the choice in choosing with whom we share our logic. Many would believe that others have the ability to read an other human mind! The keen mind may read body language and interpret it as being able to read what one may be thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we give to much credence to the human intelligence? Feelings and emotions should not be part of the intellectual equation. Thinking with your head as opposed to thinking with your heart may cause personal terminal damage! Science has made great strides in figuring out the fluids that drive human nature. The human skeleton along with all the internal mass and fluids that keep it breathing is short of a "Miracle." I would prefer using an other idea or thought that may explain the human animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any spiritual value in the human skeleton? Is there any spiritual value in the human mind? Is there any spiritual value in life? Man made religions may try to teach us how to reach a spiritual axiom. Taking the breath of life out of any living organism does offend Nature in it's purest form? Nature functions without malice and forethought and does not destroy with purpose. Where does that leave the blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are back to common sense and logic. Could applying those principles be the most spiritual awareness one may have? Science and religion has spent an eternal amount of time trying to figure out what is already there! How important is it to know why and how it functions? Many minds have lost touch with reality and have created an insecure society that does not know what to believe! How much does luck play in our personal survival? Is luck spiritual?&lt;br /&gt;Human natures instinct is to react emotionally to personal and worldly tragic events. Pain and personal suffering is what keeps us equal. Fame and fortune is not exempt from pain, loneliness, insecurity and all the trappings that human nature is threaded with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature will continue to evolve with or without the human animal. Nature is not aware and cares little of what the human animal is doing on the earth. The balance of nature will not be disturbed, contrary to what the scientist may want us to believe. However as human beings we may learn and live by natures perfect balance and live in harmony with our surroundings. Nature does not wage war against humanity, however humanity has waged war against Nature!&lt;br /&gt;It is not my place or purpose to prove the existence or non existence of a supreme being that may sit at the head of all nature and the universe. We as the human animal in our minds and spirit will live in a belief system that gives us comfort that will carry us until such time we return to the arms of Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurice Asselin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-110771097234452321?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/110771097234452321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=110771097234452321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/110771097234452321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/110771097234452321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-believe-i-doubt-i-believe-i-doubt.html' title='I believe I doubt I believe I doubt The doubt of believing!'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-5338812975160879729</id><published>2007-08-31T10:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:39:54.405-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='background'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvageyard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casting'/><title type='text'>Maurice Asselin Bio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/S3LTEUx571I/AAAAAAAAAPg/njaH8QOUCFU/s1600-h/Fat+Hank+on+set+Clear+Lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/S3LTEUx571I/AAAAAAAAAPg/njaH8QOUCFU/s200/Fat+Hank+on+set+Clear+Lake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436639771440574290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/S3LS3w9CYAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/UBpktLAUPGw/s1600-h/On+the+Don+Cherry+set+1973+era.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/S3LS3w9CYAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/UBpktLAUPGw/s200/On+the+Don+Cherry+set+1973+era.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436639555665158146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/S3LSmvnDi0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/zFrtK2ZELuo/s1600-h/jan+16+2010+head+shots+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/S3LSmvnDi0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/zFrtK2ZELuo/s200/jan+16+2010+head+shots+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436639263246748482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/SDgyl6oJdcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XMiT2cSCNBE/s1600-h/promo+shot+for+internet+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/SDgyl6oJdcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XMiT2cSCNBE/s320/promo+shot+for+internet+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203964996400805314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello my name is Maurice Asselin born and raised in St. Boniface Manitoba Canada. The French Quarter is on the East side of the river from Winnipeg across the Esplanade Louis Riel. Formally the Provencher Bridge&lt;br /&gt;My career as a freelance Photojournalist started in 1974 I worked for many Daily and Weekly Newspapers. I was fortunate to have had many credits and bylines for photos and stories published over the years. Many of my photos were hung for display in local contest. In November of 1974 I opened a Photo Studio under the name of L'image photography.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in my career I got involved with Cable Television and produced a local talk show "The way it is" However this was short lived! I worked on a few local TV commercials. In the late seventies I produced Big Daddy's Rock and Roll Show. I played in local bars in Winnipeg also traveled across the Province. Over the years I tried many other ways to earn a living until my retirement in 1999. In 2001 I auditioned to work as a movie extra for a local made for TV movie. I worked on many sets as a background performer until my latest in 2009. My principle acting debut as Fat Hank the junk yard boss in the movie Clear lake released in 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-5338812975160879729?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/5338812975160879729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=5338812975160879729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/5338812975160879729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/5338812975160879729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2007/09/maurice-asselin-bio.html' title='Maurice Asselin Bio'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/S3LTEUx571I/AAAAAAAAAPg/njaH8QOUCFU/s72-c/Fat+Hank+on+set+Clear+Lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-114887096894351147</id><published>2007-08-31T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T08:52:27.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the womb to the earth to the womb</title><content type='html'>From the womb to the earth to the womb&lt;br /&gt;We know that we are born of our mother’s womb. Our innocents while in the womb can never be duplicated. The warmth and safety of a protective fluid will no longer protect us. The feelings we experienced in the womb have past. Life will treat us unfairly as it will. The womb protected us from fear and worry. Our mothers knew this, however had to bring us into the waiting world. Her pain grew moment-by-moment knowing that she was allowing us to come to a place that would cause uncertainty. Our own fathers did not share this wisdom. Only a mother understands the nine months of nurturing. In the safety of her belly did we know peace? The cord of life that we hung to fed and comforted us being freely shared by our mothers. This is love we shall never again feel. We can be comforted knowing that death will return us to our mother’s womb. The path we choose in life has already been written in our mother’s womb. She has unknowingly kept the secrets that we will experience in our life’s journey. How can we thank her for the honesty she knew little about? What we learn outside our mother’s womb has no truth inside the comfort of her belly. Is life as simple as the cord that bound you to your mother? The holy sanctuaries professed by men do not hold any truth in comparison to the wisdom held in the warmth of a mother’s womb. All religious men should kneel before their mother’s and ask for forgiveness. Those who have created a God did so from the purity and peace of the mother’s womb. All dying men will plead to a god for passage to an uncertain eternity. The earth wait’s for all that has been given life. Mother earth’s womb also wait’s to comfort all living things and give refuge from pain and suffering. What will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurice Asselin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-114887096894351147?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/114887096894351147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=114887096894351147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/114887096894351147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/114887096894351147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-womb-to-earth-to-womb.html' title='From the womb to the earth to the womb'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-116302164067489930</id><published>2007-08-31T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T09:28:06.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new orleans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bourbon street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bo-jangels'/><title type='text'>Mr Bo-Jangels and The Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/609/1600/bojangelsphoto.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/609/320/bojangelsphoto.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While walking down Bourbon street in New Orleans we noticed a crowd gathered around a guy who was entertaining the folks with a dancing puppet of sorts. Much to our amazement he had this cardboard clown dancing. A simple cardboard cut-out with rubber bands for legs with what looked like feet? You could not see the thin thread used to hold up the little character. I was fascinated by the little guy and bought one for five bucks. My brother's family laughed saying, that's uncle Moe's of the wall personality coming throw again. My little new found friend was put into a suitcase ready for the long ride back to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened since meeting Mr.Bo-Jangels.That was the name I gave him all most twenty years later. My live in girlfriend has past away since. Mr. Bo- Jangles came back into my life by pure chance. I had forgotten about him for years and didn't even remember I had bought him! My sister in-law mentioned at a family gathering, her daughters wedding. What ever happened to that little cardboard cut out I had purchased in New Orleans 20 years ago? Now I had to satisfy my curiosity, could I find him? I had moved four times since then. I now live in a small one bedroom apt in a 55 plus complex. I had an 18 acre hobby farm sold and bought an other house in the city. Sold moved into an apt. Then I moved to my present address. So what are the chances that Mr. Bo- Jangels will be found? I have a small storage room in the apt and that would be the only place that Mr. Bo-Jangels could possibly be? Only a few boxes are left from a life time of living. Low and behold there he was tucked away at the bottom of a box. Not worse for wear after twenty years of being ignored and left in the dark! Mr. Bo- Jangels and I have rekindled our brief friendship and have since grown closer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-116302164067489930?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/116302164067489930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=116302164067489930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/116302164067489930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/116302164067489930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2006/11/mr-bo-jangels-and-frog_116302164067489930.html' title='Mr Bo-Jangels and The Frog'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-18628260325206427</id><published>2007-08-22T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:48:46.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing the Devil (The Green River Killer)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/RsxetnqGP7I/AAAAAAAAADM/9kdzys7ypAE/s1600-h/100_1771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101556615736606642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/RsxetnqGP7I/AAAAAAAAADM/9kdzys7ypAE/s200/100_1771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/Rsxa5nqGP3I/AAAAAAAAACs/0WkvbGC5Dho/s1600-h/web1001721newblogphot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101552423848525682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="140" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/Rsxa5nqGP3I/AAAAAAAAACs/0WkvbGC5Dho/s200/web1001721newblogphot.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                      Maurice Asselin&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101551539085262690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/RsxaGHqGP2I/AAAAAAAAACk/CmSgYU0cjVo/s200/51G448V39TL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The made for TV mini series Chasing the Devil is now in production in Winnipeg. The above photos are left to right #1 Higgins Ave Winnipeg #2 The Book Chasing the Devil #3 Maurice Asselin Freelance Photojounalist and Movie Extra.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-18628260325206427?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/18628260325206427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=18628260325206427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/18628260325206427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/18628260325206427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2007/08/chasing-devil-green-river-killer.html' title='Chasing the Devil (The Green River Killer)'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lLHmSagrGpM/RsxetnqGP7I/AAAAAAAAADM/9kdzys7ypAE/s72-c/100_1771.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-9158790277884435760</id><published>2007-08-12T10:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T10:59:53.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awsome tire burn-out in Winnipeg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/EZ58F6SJDck' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/EZ58F6SJDck'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four square blocks of downtown Winnipeg sets the scene for annual car show! Hundreds of classic,superstock,rat cars hot rods on display.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine getting a throphy for burning the back tires off your car? Cars line up to give it a shot! The smell of burning rubber fills the air in mid town Winnipeg. The fans just simply suck it up! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-9158790277884435760?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/9158790277884435760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=9158790277884435760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/9158790277884435760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/9158790277884435760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2007/08/awsome-tire-burn-out-in-winnipeg.html' title='Awsome tire burn-out in Winnipeg'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-3179152932783842951</id><published>2006-11-21T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T12:47:26.418-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedyclub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micheal Richards'/><title type='text'>Will the real Micheal Richards stand up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1491/1068/1600/210332/3632%20micheal%20richards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1491/1068/200/935180/3632%20micheal%20richards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;We have all at one time or an other harboured thoughts that if articulated may be offensive? Micheal Richards knee jerk reaction to a hecklers displeasure with his act was perceived as way over the top! I would suspect that in private conversations with very close friends Richards may have articulated those same sentiments. Is he really racially intolerant? I'm sure over the course of his many years as an actor he worked with many people from all minorities? If he is intolerant to minorities and especially the Black community we would have seen or heard something much sooner? However society has and will judge Micheal Richards! How sincere was his act of contrition on David Letterman? Does he want to save his professional skin or his human side? I'm sure he has regretted his emotional outburst! We must allow him to search the deepest part of his soul and reconcile the anger he feels! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-3179152932783842951?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/3179152932783842951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=3179152932783842951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/3179152932783842951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/3179152932783842951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2006/11/will-real-micheal-richards-stand-up.html' title='Will the real Micheal Richards stand up?'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-116292718533532391</id><published>2006-11-07T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T12:52:16.420-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panic'/><title type='text'>“We have nothing to fear but fear it’s self”</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;“We have nothing to fear but fear it’s self”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             By Maurice Asselin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I can remember I have been fascinated with the human animal! At the age of sixty- four I feel that I’m qualified. Why now? Why not! I have had a total transformation of mind body and soul! What qualifies me to say that is a reasonable question for sure?  The most observed human being has been me! I have been clean and sober for twenty- five years and have recently started by journey into the rest of my life. The deaths of two of my closest female friends have forced me to look closely at myself. My live in partner of eight years took her life on November 20 1992.&lt;br /&gt;My friend of eleven years past away July 21 2005 from complications set on by breast cancer. We by mutual consent did not cohabitate in the same dwelling. &lt;br /&gt;Both of these women had their internal demons. Not demonic as in the sense of being possessed or wicked. I to fought my own demons for years. One man’s demon is an-other’s denial.  I do not give credence to any religious organization or biblical references to impact my statements. Internal anxiety and panic is like a demon that takes over our mental state.  I had a sever heart attack on September 8 2005. If there is such a thing as divine intervention, however I give science my utmost gratitude for saving my life.  Why I’m still alive is a question I often ask. Not that I don’t want to be alive, however I have come to terms with my mortality.  Most humans have the natural survival instincts. &lt;br /&gt;Does prayer and a belief in a supernatural power change any circumstances of our lives? Does the science of psychology or psychiatry heal us and make us well? Fear is the corrosive thread that plagues all living things man or beast. Does exemption of fear make us well? &lt;br /&gt;I know of no human being or animal that is void any kind of fear! We all suffer from one form or an-other. No matter what steps we may take to preserve our own sanity, it’s an inside job! Our options are simple we live our die! I had to stop fighting everything and everybody simple but not easy. If ever I thought I had full control of my life’s circumstances, that was made very clear the day I was suffering the pain of a heart attack! Has my life changed as the result of that experience, not really, however I’m happy to have been given the privilege of continuing the challenges of daily life! I gave up on the idea that I would at anytime loose control.&lt;br /&gt;We don’t loose control however the fear sets in disabling us to take or have control!&lt;br /&gt;I may, as well give in to the idea that fear will always be part of my daily living. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-116292718533532391?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/116292718533532391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=116292718533532391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/116292718533532391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/116292718533532391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-have-nothing-to-fear-but-fear-its.html' title='“We have nothing to fear but fear it’s self”'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-116123032957940100</id><published>2006-10-18T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:54:04.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame on me for letting you suck me in?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Have we not all heard the story about, I screw you once shame on Me! I screw you twice shame on you! Story telling and screwing our neighbors has been going on since man dragged his knuckles across the landscape and stood upright. The first casualty of life is the truth. The snake oil salesman has not been buried in time,they are alive and well. It started as soon as I could understand the spoken word,sadly my parents were the first ones to lie to me. Then my siblings, then my teachers, and the ultimate lie was religion! Ditto this includes me! Money greed and power over an other human being has created a society of snake oil sales people.&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth is optional,deception usually is the best defense. Who do we trust? Sixty percent divorce rate suggest somebody was lying! Governments have been lying ever since two or more men created a system that wanted us to place our trust in them! We have created a society of keepers of my brother. Have we not monopolized on what was innate in us from the beginning. Have we not been brainwashed to the ends degree? How many mass suicides has there been over the years. Somebody found believers and lied to them for sure! &lt;br /&gt;The health system along with the drug companies have totally pulled the wool over societies eyes? Have we not lost sight of a balance in the world order that professed equality for all mankind? Kings, Queens, Presidents, dictators and leaders have lied to the masses to stay in power. Why is it when comedians tell us the truth we all laugh and agree? What is the truth? Trust me are the most over used words in any language! So trust me I'm telling you the truth????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-116123032957940100?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/116123032957940100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=116123032957940100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/116123032957940100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/116123032957940100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2006/10/shame-on-me-for-letting-you-suck-me-in.html' title='Shame on me for letting you suck me in?'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-113605850362939217</id><published>2005-12-31T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:54:03.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing the Nest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/609/1600/log_cabin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/609/200/log_cabin.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Very few animals will share their nest with an outsider, however there are a few exceptions. On the other hand we as humans by nature would probably not want to share our nest as well.  So begins the problem when we find a mate that we may spend the rest of our lives with. By the time we are ready for that commitment we have had a few years in the business of living. Our childhood nurturing has formulated our belief system and attitudes towards life in general. The gender differences come into play. Now that a new person comes on the scene we must be on our best behavior. When our sons and daughters find their respective mates we prepare ourselves to take that individual into the nest. If fifty percent of marriages don’t work, we have to live with people’s bad choices. A male and female living together in the same nest twenty-four seven is a challenge to say the least. The most spiritual thing we can do is to love each other, however human nature will not allow us to like everything about our parteners. Now we have to bring a new personality into the mix! We are gracious about the choice our off springs have made. However are we truly happy with the new addition that will share the nest from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we the innately social animals we should be? Probably not! The personality differences will not allow us to interact with kindness all the time. Aside from the sociological and psychological differences that we bring into the mix our respective nests will be challenged. The more we truly accept our human differences the better we will tolerate each other. Lets spare us from examples however examine our own nest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature and the animals in it have no preset rules on how to behave? They have their natural instinctive natures by which they survive. However we as the human being we share the same fear of survival as the animal in nature. Our worst enemy is ourselves! We will manipulate each other to the point of uncontrollable anger and resentment! That is the carroding thread that destroys the harmony in the nest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The self- proclaimed experts suggest that self- examination will allow us to be more tollrable to others! The mere suggestion that we are different will instill resenetmet and anger? Would that not suggest an endless revolving door? I could write about this to an infinite end, however why bother I think we can draw our own conclusions and make an effort to share our nest with others. Forgviness will give us an emotional rest until the next challenge!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-113605850362939217?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/113605850362939217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=113605850362939217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/113605850362939217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/113605850362939217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2005/12/sharing-nest.html' title='Sharing the Nest'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-113596886286294948</id><published>2005-12-30T12:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T10:00:54.944-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>The Canadian Talking Head Bio</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello my name is Maurice Asselin born and raised in St. Boniface Manitoba Canada. The French Quarter is on the East side of the river from Winnipeg across the Esplanade Louis Riel. Formally the Provencher Bridge&lt;br /&gt;My career as a freelance Photojournalist started in 1974 I worked for many Daily and Weekly Newspapers. I was fortunate to have had many credits and bylines for photos and stories published over the years. Many of my photos were hung for display in local contest. In November of 1974 I opened a Photo Studio under the name of L'image photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in my career I got involved with Cable Television and produced a local talk show "The way it is" However this was short lived! I worked on a few local TV commercials. In the late seventies I produced Big Daddy's Rock and Roll Show. I played in local bars in Winnipeg also traveled across the Province. Over the years I tried many other ways to earn a living until my retirement in 1999. In 2001 I auditioned to work as a movie extra for a local made for TV movie. I worked on many sets as an extra until my latest Gig in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;I'm presently waiting to hear from castings directors for my next Gig, in the mean time I'm working on my web site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list of work as an Extra: info) My role&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001 An Other Day (Shannen Doherty) (Factory Worker)&lt;br /&gt;2002 A Season On The Brink ( Brian Dennehy) ( Reporter)&lt;br /&gt;2002 Coming Forward (Scared Silent) (Penelope Ann Miller ) ( Jury)&lt;br /&gt;2002 The many trials of one Jane Doe (Wendy Crewson) (Security Guard)&lt;br /&gt;2002 Mary Kay Story ( Shirly Maclean) (Extra)&lt;br /&gt;2002 The Unauthorized Story of 'Three's Company' ( Melanie Deanne Moore) (Bret Anthony) (Audience)&lt;br /&gt;2002 On thin Ice ( Defending my Children) ( Diane Keaton) (Patron Grocery Store)&lt;br /&gt;2003 Seven Times Lucky (Kevin Pollack) ( Bar Room Patron)&lt;br /&gt;2003 More Than Meets The Eye ( Carey Lowell) ( Face in crowd)&lt;br /&gt;2003 In The Dark ( Kathleen Robertson) ( Street walker)&lt;br /&gt;2003 The Weakerthans Music Video ( The Weakerthans) ( Fight Scene Bar)&lt;br /&gt;2003 Shall We Dance ( Jennifer Lopez /Richard Gere) (Store Keeper scene with Jennifer)&lt;br /&gt;2003 Zeyda And The Hitman (Judd Hirsch) ( Extra)&lt;br /&gt;2003 The Winning Season (Kristin Davis) (Matthew Modine) ( reporter)&lt;br /&gt;2003 The Shield Stories Not sure (Patron) (Janitor)&lt;br /&gt;2004 Niagara Motel (Wendy Crewson) (Kevin Pollack) ( Bar) playing pool )&lt;br /&gt;2004 Category 6: Day of Destruction ( Nancy McKeon) ( Randy Quaid) ( Park Scene)&lt;br /&gt;2004 Capote Philip Seymour Hoffman Golden Globe Winner( Chris Cooper) ( KBI Agent)&lt;br /&gt;2005 Nothing Both The Truth ( Ryan Pinkston) ( Janitor) (spectator)&lt;br /&gt;2006 You Kill Me (Ben Kingsley Tea Leoni) Airport boarding scene air traveler.&lt;br /&gt;2006 Elijah Billy Merasty Maury Chaykin Currie Graham ( member of Parliament)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurice Asselin&lt;br /&gt;Freelance Photojournalist&lt;br /&gt;Movie Extra&lt;br /&gt;Winnipeg Manitoba Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-113596886286294948?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://thecanadiantalkinghead.blogspot.com' title='The Canadian Talking Head Bio'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/113596886286294948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=113596886286294948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/113596886286294948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/113596886286294948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2005/12/canadian-talking-head-bio.html' title='The Canadian Talking Head Bio'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-112947598558645372</id><published>2005-12-27T17:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:54:03.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dodging the bullet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bullet in the heart surely would have killed me! However there were no guns at this fight. I was working on my van that day on September 8,2005. I had just let the vehicle down of the jack. The pain in my arms was unbearable to say the least. Was I having a heart attack? I made a decision to drive myself to the nearest hospital about a mile away. Why did I not call 911? "God only knows" I live on the third floor of a 55 plus complex. I could have done what most men would do? Go back upstairs and write it off as bad indigestion. Here I am in the parking lot suffering pretty intense pain. The events that followed totally amazed me. If ever I thought I could predict my life's circumstances, from the time the pain started I was no longer in control! I arrived at the emergency room in about fifteen minutes. Yes I was having a heart attack caused by a blocked artery. They had to rush me to an other hospital at the other side of the city. The team of doctors were waiting and within minutes they performed an angioplasty/stent saving my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I did all the right things by getting to the hospital within the first hour. My heart was damaged. It's now December 27 three and a half months later and I feel great with the help of medication. The future looks good providing I take good care of my health. Thanks to my higher power and science I should live for some time yet! Boy that was close????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-112947598558645372?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/112947598558645372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=112947598558645372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/112947598558645372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/112947598558645372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2005/12/dodging-bullet.html' title='Dodging the bullet?'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-112163080671309982</id><published>2005-08-14T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:54:02.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If it Don't fit you must  quit???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/609/1600/ProvencherBridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/609/320/ProvencherBridge.jpg" width="399" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Old Provencher Bridge Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/609/1600/The%20Forks%20June%2016%202005%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="337" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/609/320/The%20Forks%20June%2016%202005%20001.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/609/1600/Salsbury%20house%20sign%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/609/320/Salsbury%20house%20sign%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esplanade Louis Riel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The new pedestrian bridge linking The Forks and downtown Winnipeg to Saint-Boniface opened in late 2003 and a committee of city hall aldermen recommended the walkway be named after Manitoba Metis leader, Louis Riel (1844-1885).&lt;br /&gt;An "esplanade" is a long stretch for walking or driving along a waterfront. Esplanade Riel will feature a restaurant on the center plaza and final landscaping will be finished at a future date.&lt;br /&gt;Located near the junction of the Red and Assiniboine Rivers, the structure provides a crossing over the Red River. A French Canadian ( Manitoba) architectural firm provided the design from the project's conception to completion. The bridge is a 5-metre wide and 250-metre long "people path."&lt;br /&gt;Cable-stayed from a single, transversely inclined pylon rising fifty-seven metres above the Red River, the bridge design reflects the lightweight nature of its pedestrian traffic, while the spire signifies a place of meeting in the middle of the river. The cables connecting from the spire base to the spire are reminiscent of the ribs of an outdoor cathedral. The spire base will feature a large, multipurpose gathering plaza and commercial kiosks.&lt;br /&gt;Esplanade Riel is expected to strengthen the connection between The Forks and the Saint-Boniface French Quarter, becoming a symbolic gateway between two of Winnipeg's most historic communities and promoting commerce and tourism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city of Winnipeg did not erect this bridge without creating controversy. They went way over budget by a few million dollars. The one million dollar toilet in the centre of the bridge was not well received by the public! They then put out tenders for entrepreneurs who may be interested in opening a restaurant on the bridge. However a local burger joint ended up with the contract to build a restaurant. The mayor of our fair city played politics with this one. Sam Katz had a vested interest in the Salisbury restaurant chain of Manitoba. However that was slide down the proverbial pipe without a leak? So what's new in the coporate world of big business!&lt;br /&gt;The bitching and moaning seems to have stopped as it always does! The salisbury house people had said thet they would not put the the Little Red Roof logo on the bridge, however as the above photo shows the Little Red Roof is now a permanent fixture on what was once a beautiful bridge. Did I mention Berton Cummings part owner of Salibury house always wanted Winnipeg to pay homage to his career! In the last many years Winnipeg has granted his wish time and time again. I'm sure when Berton comes to visit the Salisbury Bridge to entertain us on his piano that is also a fixture in the restaurant entertainment centre. We can all sing the new Winnipeg anthem "The Bridge with the Little Red Roof". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-112163080671309982?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/112163080671309982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=112163080671309982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/112163080671309982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/112163080671309982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2005/08/if-it-dont-fit-you-must-quit.html' title='If it Don&apos;t fit you must  quit???'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-112291138921453828</id><published>2005-08-01T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:54:03.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Nature in the business of death and pain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/609/1600/100_1210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/609/200/100_1210.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain eventually goes away however we never forget. Where do they go? Is there an other side of life? If I apply logic to explain death! The answer is simple in that life stops. I can surely speculate what is beyond life. Science has been able to answer most of the questions concerning birth! Many religions speculate on what death is and what happens after death. Science can explain the reasons what may cause death, however it ends there. If man does not have an answer he will explain it as being a mystery. I have not been a stranger do death in the last twenty years.&lt;br /&gt;Two women in my life have passed on in the last twenty years. Sadly my friend of eight years committed suicide in 1992. Just recently my friend of eleven years battled breast cancer and lost. My life did not begin twenty years ago, however the loss of my two friends has allowed me to grow in my own life. I'm sure some of you have experienced the same and possibly more! I can not judge my friend who decided to take her own life, no more that I can ask why did cancer take my other friend. Intellectually I understand life and death, however I must allow myself the loss and feel the emotional pain. To the degree that I am at peace with myself, the easier it is to find acceptance in the death of my friends. Simply life must go on! I must place my trust in Nature as my friends did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-112291138921453828?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/112291138921453828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=112291138921453828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/112291138921453828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/112291138921453828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2005/08/human-nature-in-business-of-death-and.html' title='Human Nature in the business of death and pain!'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-112048776842259762</id><published>2005-07-04T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T10:19:34.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Aid, Cool Aid, Free Aid Millionaires Aid!</title><content type='html'>Maurice Asselin&lt;br /&gt;Freelance Photojournalist&lt;br /&gt;Winnipeg Manitoba Canada&lt;br /&gt;Email: moefromwpg@shaw.ca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't tell me show me!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I find it rather difficult to hand over money to self serving millionaires who hold governments hostage begging for money. Take ten of the top groups in the world and they could wipe out the national debt. We all agree that poverty has to be eradicated! Put your money where your mouth is? Talk is cheap, however poverty and starvation is very real. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How often do any of us really think about Africa? How often do any of us think about poverty as being a real problem? Street people have an idea, however how many street people where watching a free live aid concert? The whole world was being entertained for a few hours. Did you wake up this morning feeling better about the sad state of the world? Will the G8 boys really sweat the big ones? The pressure is on and the world has been shamed, however poverty will go on and on! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animals have a better chance of being saved over human beings! Many let's save something groups are still in bed! The high priced entertainers will role out of bed thinking about the poor I'm sure??? The thought of poverty is fleeting, however ask the real poor people to forget for one minute why they are starving? "Where not looking for charity where looking for justice" By all means let's send care packages filled with justice! Is it any wonder that "God" stays out of the worldly mess??? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-112048776842259762?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/112048776842259762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=112048776842259762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/112048776842259762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/112048776842259762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2005/07/live-aid-cool-aid-free-aid.html' title='Live Aid, Cool Aid, Free Aid Millionaires Aid!'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-112015084331910448</id><published>2005-06-30T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:54:01.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The minorities have spoken and Canada listened?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ok so two people of the same sex can get Married? What did we accomplish as a nation? We abhor child molesters and child pornography! However we applaud two people of the same sex getting it on! These same two will be allowed to adopt children and instill moral values on that unsuspecting child. ! Am I missing something? If you can't make it with the opposite sex then switch? What the hell keeps most of us from making the switch? Moral values, fear, religion, human nature. Most of society have excepted their lot as being a man or women and live with it! Where do we go next? What happens to these people when they can't get gratification from there respective partner's? "A" sexual, that would be the last door. It's time to reevaluate ourselves as human beings along with our &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;natural sexual desires. There has to be right and wrong, however common sense and logic should dictate our conduct! Does tolerance make it right? Minorities have to stop using the Government has a crutch to champion what is fundamentally unnatural. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-112015084331910448?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/112015084331910448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=112015084331910448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/112015084331910448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/112015084331910448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2005/06/minorities-have-spoken-and-canada.html' title='The minorities have spoken and Canada listened?'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-111841491666534631</id><published>2005-06-10T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:54:01.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the Hyena's from laughing!</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love it when people say he or she talks to much, or they laugh to much, or they don't take life serious enough! Why are the critics so dam sensitive? Long time dead no smiling my friends! We are the only species on the face of the earth with a brain that talks and thinks.&lt;br /&gt;Talking heads, that's what they call us. The "experts" have taken over the world, they seem to know what's best for us. Are they not just another talking head with a degree in verbal diarrhea? How shallow have we become? Please don't ask me to stop laughing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-111841491666534631?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/111841491666534631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=111841491666534631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/111841491666534631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/111841491666534631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2005/06/stop-hyenas-from-laughing.html' title='Stop the Hyena&apos;s from laughing!'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-111819114752144913</id><published>2005-06-07T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:54:01.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion or common sense and fair play?</title><content type='html'>Man and women have been chasing each other for centuries. However did they really know why? Love and sex was the primary reason. Marriage, eventually children! Science and technology has advanced so far in the behavioral patterns of the human animal that there are no more secrets. Freud had certain opinions on sexuality and many more have studied the human animal both inside and out. The taboo of sex no longer exist. That's a good thing, however both men and women are armed with the knowledge of what makes each other tick! Men have only one sex drive and one organ. However women have found all the secret places on their anatomy that will give them pleasure. Most men have not taken the time to explore those hidden places.&lt;br /&gt;Has this forced women to take things into their own hands, maybe so?&lt;br /&gt;We may never figure out the true sociological nature of men and women, however we are armed with enough to play the game. Recent studies have shown that the human animal is not in fact monogamous as we may have thought! Animal studies over the years have shown that the human behavioral patterns are not far removed from animals in nature! Since the late sixties and early seventies women have worked hard towards their independence. Women are more able to get along alone, however men have a tougher time alone. The sexual revaluation has opened the door for self gratification in most women. The general attitude is many women don't see a need for a man!&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true, however the game has to go on. Religion certainly played a big roll in the sexual attitudes of the human being. Religious teachings have totally damaged many humans with their indignation towards sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;The rules of the game have changed drastically over the last many years. Under most circumstances the human animal just does not mix well socially . Is not surprising that men and women are at odds most of the time? In spite of all that we still need to interact with one an other sexually. That is the driving force of our existence. Vive la difference, however lets keep it with a little fair play along with common sense and logic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-111819114752144913?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/111819114752144913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=111819114752144913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/111819114752144913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/111819114752144913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2005/06/religion-or-common-sense-and-fair-play.html' title='Religion or common sense and fair play?'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-111668533162636329</id><published>2005-05-21T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:54:00.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of My World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We have been waiting for the end of the world ever since man has knuckled his way across the naked landscape. The total destruction of the globe as we know it has been a topic of discussion for&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;centuries. Man and nature have created huge &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;craters on the face the earth. However we have survived all the disasters that have been thrown at us. Logic says in the grand scheme of things each living organism will experience the end of the world. Many say not so, that we will live in eternity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somewhere. I will never leave the earth unless I'm rocketed into space. If the world was created from a big bang as suggested, then maybe It's a big bang that will destroy it? I'm still waiting for the end of my world, what about you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-111668533162636329?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/111668533162636329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=111668533162636329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/111668533162636329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/111668533162636329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2005/05/end-of-my-world.html' title='The End of My World!'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-110088651935228047</id><published>2004-11-19T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T09:45:18.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nature of the Human Ego</title><content type='html'>Never get upset that your day in the sun comes to an end! My last day worked on the set of Truman Capote was Sunday Nov 7. I was a KBI agent in view scenes and had a great time. I had the pleasure of being up close and personnel with a great actor Chris Cooper. I've been in enough movie productions in the last four years to know that I'm dispensable as an extra. I would of liked to have had more time on the set of this movie, however that's the nature of the business. Here today gone tomorrow! You can't imagine how much ego and personalities that floats around on one set. Be careful what you say and to whom? As an extra you are like a piece of furniture that can be moved and set in place wherever needed! If you feel a little special you may be the only one that thinks so! A place for everybody and everybody in their place. I had a little bit of a rub on my last day on set. I know the drill and the pecking order on the set of a production. We the extras are always placed in a room called extras holding. You do not leave that room under any circumstances!!! Lunch was being served as per usual. We the extras always eat our soup and sandwiches far away from the smell of a full-blown smorgasbord being served a few rooms away. We had a good crowd that day on set. The holding room was full and no place to sit. A few extras dressed as Kansas State patrols decided to sit in the same room as some of the cast and film crew. I decided to sit with them! I asked if they got the ok. I sat down and opened my bag lunch ready to eat, when along came one of the Aid’s and asked us to leave and return to holding! Bad mood, old age, maybe I just had enough of the segregation and class click that goes on in a movie production. I said, “You and I both know that this is nonsense.” Trust me that was a bad move on my part! That kind of talks travels fast and furious thru the ranks and will get to the people that matter! This is not sour grapes just a fact of life on a Hollywood Movie set! Hey they will get over it and call me back when they need my body for an other day of work. The wisdom of this piece is simple in that if you are working as an extra, check you ego and aspirations at the door And follow the rules and you will do just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-110088651935228047?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/110088651935228047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=110088651935228047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/110088651935228047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/110088651935228047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2004/11/nature-of-human-ego.html' title='The Nature of the Human Ego'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750547.post-109797984661270141</id><published>2004-10-16T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T09:17:59.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The true nature of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really know who you are? I'm a sixty two year old guy who has had a interesting journey in the game of life! I've been searching for my true nature over the years. I've been afforded a life of sobriety clean and sober for twenty four years. To most people this means very little, however many will understand! My approach to life has changed considerably over the years.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my childhood I've had and interest in what makes people tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My approach to life is not unique, however I've made many observation's in watching and listening to my fellow human beings. My belief in a power greater than I has changed many times over the years. Electricity is a constant source of power that we depend on, however most of us would shudder if we could not us it!&lt;br /&gt;Nature is also a constant source of power that is steadfast and will not negotiate any deals. Man has always tried to harness the power of nature. Nature will not negotiate with man, however man is forever negotiating with nature. I will not apologize for being politically incorrect, because I just don't believe in it! Earth is Earth and the world is what it is. Man women and child, have always been part of mother earth. The evolution of the human species has no name, it just is!&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when a fox chases a rabbit and misses, it doesn't call all his buddies and bitch about the bad day he's had? That's humility humans don't understand and will never get! I don't pretend to have a greater understanding than most, however my journey is my journey. I will end this post with by saying I haven't chased any rabbit's and missed!&lt;br /&gt;I will share more of my thoughts in future posts. By for now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750547-109797984661270141?l=mauriceasselin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/feeds/109797984661270141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750547&amp;postID=109797984661270141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/109797984661270141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750547/posts/default/109797984661270141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriceasselin.blogspot.com/2004/10/true-nature-of-me.html' title='The true nature of me.'/><author><name>Maurice Asselin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16230825360718749513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuE0SN-tcSM/Tg84Ae6uVDI/AAAAAAAAASY/2poMxAV_0jU/s220/100_2438.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
