In 1917, facing a military crisis from the German Front and a plethora of domestic problems such as poverty, famine, and disease, the Russian peasantry banded together with the Bolshevik Party in what
I pull up next to a car on Glenoaks. I see two beautiful Armenian girls. Sounds typical right? Here’s the catch. My car is not a Mercedes or a BMW. In fact it’s a big blue Toyota FJ Truck. While these
As I think about the past three years of my life, I wonder about where I would be right now if I had not decided to taken this road. Where would I be if I
As my internship in the Western Region progresses, I’m seeing things more clearly. From my perspective, however naïve it may be, a certain power exists in Armenians that I had never noticed before, or
I forget which week I am in at the internship but I’m still going strong. I have realized though, between my job and internship, the only day off I had since the start of the internship was 4th
Things have changed since I published my last blog. Then again change is always happening, so that should come as no surprise. I seemed to have had a moment of discouragement on my part. The thing abo
While I was reading “Politics and the English Language” by George Orwell, I remembered the first political science class I took. George Orwell was talking about the tarnished English language. He talk
Paul Baghdadlian was a major role player in my musical cultivation. We lost a true legend in Armenian popular music two weeks ago after a long bout with illness. He was integral to keeping Los Angeles
It’s the third week of the internship, and there are more deadlines to be met, emails to be sent, interviews to be conducted, research to be done, reports to be written… no pressure, of course. But, I
