I like both records. I Don't pick sides. It's just rap, IT's helthay to be a listener and a fan of an artist but it's unhelthay when you and willing to kill yourself and square another artist even when you don't agree with it.Now we are way off topic and I'm going to close out and say this as regards to this blog topicCurrently Aug 2008 if Jay Z and The Game were to have a full fledged battle The Game would get the best of Jay Z in battle. Jay Z would most likely win the warin example50 vs the LoxIn battle, The Lox destroyed 50 and G Unit. Now in war, 50 said few things at the end of I Run NY that made the lox go crying on hot 97 about puff and threatening to drop refrigs off of skyscrapers. Styles and Kiss have said that it was hard for interscope to release their projects while 50 was over there and that interscope heads would give their music to 50 for review. 50 won the war but lost the battle.Be Easy Folks, the moral of the night if anything is BE A FAN. Don't go at someone's neck if they don't agree with you, it's just music. Some of you are turning to religious extremist if people don't agree with you.You can like Cam and Jay Z you can like 50 and Jay Z's music, but if they don't like 1 another that don't mean that you can't like him. If Jay doesn't like LL COOL J that don't mean you PERSONALLY have to hate LL. IT'S JUST MUSIC YALLBE A FAN NOT A STAN 1 http://ivqznxi.com [url=http://qtxkdyrhs.com]qtxkdyrhs[/url] [link=http://kifspirkjj.com]kifspirkjj[/link]

Just as any usual tourist here.We have black tuosirts already bit they are treated the same way.We have many black immigrants as well,where they have no problem coming here.You don't have to worryplostad tribanana and these people are some Fyromians (th wannabe-Makedonians) who are trying to show us,how level they are by trying to defame GreecePlease check at net,to see that Greece has the lowest crime in Europe(i wont provide any link,so you ll be objective about it )In comparison to their country where their are killing the ethnic Albanian for not voting (check out international press about election in Fyrom) they are democrating country Especially that tribanana who is talking about how we treat ALbanians!! we give them jobs,we don't kill them like you do!!!

Jason I can answer trhlfuulty my nieces (from UK) are black the worst thing that can happen (as a tourist) is Greeks will stare but this is common not usually meant in a negative way they may be thinking what a good looking man you are!' I've lived here 21yrs and am ashamed to say I've picked up this annoying habit I did it on Saturday (without realising it) until the tourist' said What?' yikes I was actually staring at her cocktail as it was huge and GREEN and was thinking jeez that looks awful wonder if it tastes as bad as it looks!'One neice was really bothered by the stares saw it as ****** other isn't so bothered (different personalities)So you will get stared at more than normal as Greece does not have that many black people here (a few more in Athens but nothing like we have in UK /France and USA) http://brqsiuczx.com [url=http://wiuvqjflce.com]wiuvqjflce[/url] [link=http://ocmdektrqj.com]ocmdektrqj[/link]

Read this articles first, and you will know what they tihnka about the Americans (black and white):ATHENS, Greece — The U.S. Embassy in Athens was attacked early Friday by a rocket that exploded inside the modern glass-fronted building but caused no casualties in an attack police said was probably carried out by a domestic terror group.Narrowly missing the embassy seal, the small anti-tank shell pierced the building near the front entrance shortly before 6 a.m., damaging a bathroom on the third floor, which houses the ambassador's office, and shattering windows in nearby buildings.Greece's Public Order Minister said the pre-dawn attack was probably carried out by a domestic terrorist group — raising fears of resurgent violence by far-left Greek militants. It is very likely that this is the work of a domestic group, Public order Minister Vyron Polydoras said. We believe this effort to revive terrorism is deplorable and will not succeed. Also, see EKEP terorist group from Crete on youtube:Edit:From vasiliki's answer you can see how the hospitable greeks are calling us Macedonians with insulting names such as: some Fyromians (th wannabe-Makedonians) what can you expect from these people? How to expect that you will be nicely treated?

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I think about you every day and miss you so much. Oh to have 5 minutes more...

Hi Everyone,
I wanted to send out a note for Jason today saying that we still think of him often and miss him.
Jason, thanks for your living your life the way you did, you taught us/me much about friendship and laughter.

One of the coolest, confident and most insightful guys I've ever met. His impact on my life has been immeasurable. I will never forget Jason. Rest In Peace brother and see you soon.

I am shocked. I never knew Jason died. I have only recently moved to Toronto from Vancouver and was Googling Jason to find out where he was. I enjoyed working with him on the short-lived Ellie Harvie Show for CTV. He was a great guy. I real cheerleader. I am sad to see he has gone just a little over a year ago. Glad to have met him.

Two things...

I have this shirt that skews a little into cowboy territory. Okay, more than a little. Whenever I wore it into work, Jason would call me "Sheriff" all day.

Me: Jay, can you get me a copy of that script?
Jay: Right away, Sheriff.
Me: Stop calling me that.
Jay: Anything you want, Sheriff.

I have not worn that shirt in a long time.

When I came to work in New York I was advised to bring in somebody who would always have my back, somebody I would never have to worry about. Jason was my first call. And my last call. I told him I wanted him to come to New York and put up with my bullshit again.

He said "Absolutely"

And put up with my bullshit he did. My best memories of Jay come from our time in NYC. I'm so glad we got have that time.

I will miss you, dude.

Whatcha Sayin' Jay?

Thank you for being such a solid co-worker and, moreover, such an amazing and unforgettable buddy.

Coming up with eviscerating critiques of those on the top rung just won't be as much fun anymore.

Whether it was sending me chili for lunch via the CTV inter-office 'system', colourfully updating me on the (unprintable in this forum) state of Stompin' Tom's dressing room, turning up to support any one of my various (at times questionable) musical ventures, decimating the stocks at the 'Whiskey Live' show or being shown the door at Yankee stadium by the NYPD (to be fair, the game WAS over) you brought me joy, fun, laughter and friendship.

So many good memories, you'll always be with me.

TCB.

- The Franchise

Jason left me with so many laughs that I have a hard time pinpointing just a few. From discussing the status of his �all criminal NFL fantasy team� to sharing quotes from �It�s Always Sunny In Philadelphia� to having to justify my husband�s choices in his DVD collection. But I realized my favorite memory is from 2006 when I was pregnant and working with Jason at The Comedy Network. Working at TCN while pregnant was tricky at the best of times but Jason kept a low profile, until around my 7th month. Out of nowhere, Jason decided the answer to surviving pregnancy was gravy � lots of it. Jason would go out of his way at the Scarborough Town Centre food court to purchase a side order of gravy that would be presented to me later at my desk. This went on for 2 to 3 times a week for the next two months. To this day I have no idea why he landed on gravy and although the memory still makes me feel sick, it also makes me laugh � a lot. Will miss you lots, Gwozdz.

Dear Emily and Family,
I have known Jason since the 8th grade. I have so many funny memories of Jason through High School, the Stampeders and common friends. He was a quick humor, down to earth, great guy. I am sorry for your loss. You are in so many peoples prayers- including mine.
Nikki

On Sunday, February 26th, friends and family gathered at The Gladstone in Toronto to celebrate Jason's life. The lineup to get in was outside the building and around the corner, and I wasn't surprised in the least. I believe we accomplished what Jay would have wanted from us; we laughed more than we cried.
I know that every time Jamieson and I are having a laugh Jay will be there.

Curtis

Dear Emily
I'm so very sorry for your loss. I knew Jason a few years ago when we worked together at the comedy network. I thought he was so talented and smart and funny, it's such a loss personally for his family, but also, he was so talented and creative. Thank you for posting these lovely photos, so nice to see an old friend again. I'm so sorry I could not attend today's memorial. Your son is beautiful.

Rachel

(I wrote this shortly after getting the news that Jay had passed.)

This weekend I lost a friend to cancer.

This doesn't make me unique in any way. This cruel, relentless disease has cut a path through every ones lives and works with no bias or agenda as it picks people off at an alarming rate.

But this was a life unfinished. A man snatched from his wife and his new born child. Snatched from his friends. Snatched from his career. Snatched from... life. A life unfinished.

In my nearly forty years on the planet, I've met a lot of people and fostered a lot of friendships. I have dear friends I've been tight with since I was six years old. I have friends I made in high school, others in University, friends I've made at various jobs and stages of my career.

It was through work that I first met Jason. At the time, I was miserably unhappy working in sports television; second guessing my choice to start a new career in television production. Through a mutual friend I heard about a job opportunity on a new show at the Comedy Network. I was woefully unqualified with a reel of material that you could watch in less time then it would take to read this post. That being said, an interview was arranged and Jason was the person assembling the production team for this new project. After some small talk, we began to talk about pop culture, sports and eventually stand up comedy. We talked about Lenny Bruce, Mitch Hedberg, Chris Rock and an odd 80's era comic named Emo Phillips. Very early on in our conversation, I was struck by some of our similarities. We both shared a vast knowledge for the useless: verbatim re-tellings of a joke from a 1978 George Carlin bit; we both delighted in savage verbal take-downs of some pop cultures sacred cows and we both agreed the sports network I was working for was truly awful. I walked into that meeting wanting the job simply because I wanted to get out of where I was, but I walked out of that meeting really wanting to work with Jason Gwozdz.

I got the job and ultimately got to know Jay a lot better. He was bitingly funny in a very dry way. He wasn't the guy in the front of the room trying to crack everybody up. He was the guy in the back of the room eviscerating that guy with a really smart, perfect comment followed by a look that said "You know what I mean? What's with this asshole?" Professionally, he quickly became a mentor. At that point in his career he had already forgotten more then I knew about the business and he was willing to help. Later on, when I got offered a gig directing a commercial, Jay was the guy I called to figure out what kind of rate I should be asking for what kind of expectations I should have for a gig like that. His wisdom and insights were always shared without hesitation.

Jay's blend of intelligence and wit, of course, made him a fun person to talk to on pretty much any subject. He never shied away from sharing an opinion, be it positive or negative, and you could always count on it being well thought out and well articulated. The best stuff, though, was always when he went off on something that he hated or drove him crazy. You could send Jay an email and all it contained was a poster for the straight-to-video sequel to the Patrick Swayze bruiser 'Road House' and receive, in return, a bitingly funny, carefully worded take down not just off this stupid movie, but of the state of cinema the general shittiness of sequels and some high praise for an obscure - but undeniably amazing - scene in the original flick. Sometimes the emailed response would fly back within a few minutes. Sometimes it would take a day or two. It was always worth the wait.

It's awfully easy when you lose someone, especially when they check out so far ahead of schedule to rage against the dying of the light. It's easy to be angry, to be sad, to be frustrated. After hearing that he passed away on Sunday, I was flooded with some memories of Jay at his best and before long, much to my surprise, I was smiling and laughing and sharing the story of my first visit to watch the Super Bowl at Jay's place.

When the invite came in, I was going to politely decline because I really have no interest in NFL football and particularly in watching the Super Bowl. I was quickly persuaded by a buddy who was attending when he explained to me that during this party they "do their own half-time show." This, of course, was intriguing - and really a great example of what made Jason so awesome - and my friend explained that he would be unveiling his "NBA All-Ugly Team;" detailed a game where each party goer would be required to guess what was being eaten during the Super Bowl by a friend who wasn't at the party (and apparently eats disgusting things) and even highlighted an audio-visual component where some of the on-air lowlites of Sportsnet would be screened for our enjoyment. Then, almost as an after thought he added "...and of course, Gwozdz will be doing his chilli." I have to admit, I had long-since been won over by the notion that they would be doing their "own" Half-Time Show that I dismissed the last comment as either irrelevant or perhaps just a joke.

A couple of weeks later, I arrived at Jay's old apartment for the Super Bowl, and sure enough, sitting on the stove was a massive pot with a tell-tale bubbling sound emanating from deep inside. The chilli, it appeared, was quite real. If you're born, say, before 1980, you grew up in a world with some age-old gender roles in place that made me question the ability of this (then) bachelor to whip up a killer batch of chilli. So I was, at best, cautiously guarded about this chilli and already figuring out my best plan of action to limit the size of the bowl I would receive. I was having some difficulty picturing Jason slaving away to make a chilli for the motley crew of dudes assembled in his living room and when the in-house half-time show ended, Jay jumped off the couch and announced it was "chilli time."

He lifted the lid off the massive pot and the gurgling sound was quickly replaced by the aroma of something decidedly tasty. Still, I wasn't sure and opted for a "small bowl" and murmured something about "not being too hungry." This, truly, was the last time I doubted Jay Gwozdz. The chilli wasn't just good when measured against my tempered expectations, nor was it just good "for a bachelor." It was flat-out fantastic. Then, amazingly, he began to share his process. The chilli was a four-day marathon effort. And that was just to cook it. There were multiple shopping stops for him to acquire all of the varied ingredients; multiple meats were involved, hot peppers, chilli peppers that were delicately sliced and lowered into the pot so as not to overwhelm the flavors, then the entire concoction was cooked then slowly simmered for days on his stove. You may question the process, but I assure you, you wouldn't question the results.

The chilli was so damn good, that I attended the following year for the Half-Time Show (which now included a video hilighting the Worst Scenes in Sports Movie History *and* an previously unseen interview with former eTalk host David Giamarco where Colin Farrell and Jamie Foxx mock his 80's feathered hair mercilessly) but really I was there not only so I could have the chilli again, but that year, I was instructed to bring tupperware and bring some home for the wife.

Jay took a chance on me and opened doors for me in my career that I may not have been able to kick down for a few more years. I will always remember what he did for me, and I will always appreciate his advice, his intelligence, his wit, his friendship, and, of course, his chilli.

Rest in Peace, Jay.

I have a lot of memories of Jay from the past several decades, but the one that pops into my head immediately is when he and I spoke in preparation for Bobbi-Jo's wedding. I was Bobbi-Jo's maid of honour and Jay was the MC. He was 'interviewing' all of the bridal party so that he could say a bit about us in the introductions at the wedding. In a moment, he was able to say something in a mocking and hilarious tone (specifically, for me, that I wasn't able to just state my favourite colour; instead I had to go on about the fact that "cobalt blue" was my favourite), and then he would suddenly be able to say something so sweet and lovely about a person (specifically that I had always felt like a part of the Gwozdz family). Jay's ability to at once make you laugh and cry was unique. The tribute to Bobbi-Jo that he gave at her wedding was so touching and it clearly showed the special bond that the two of them have, and which cannot be broken even in death. Jay was loved by all who met him and he will never be forgotten. Emily, I completely see Jay's handsome face in your son Jamie and I know that he will bring you infinite joy. I believe that Jay will be watching you both, with love and pride and affection, because that's the kind of person he was. My sincerest and deepest condolences go out to all of you.

Love from,
Marianne

Dear Emily,

Although I am sure you are flooded with email to read, I wanted to be sure and include one to the list. I have only met you once, and I didn't even know! Jason told me we met at Cream of Comedy that he produced at the Masonic Temple, I think in 2008. A few months later, I moved away from Canada and live in Holland now with my Husband and new baby. I only saw him one other time a few months later after he got "better" the first time. He was smitten in love with you and bragged about how amazing you are. I feel so 100% happy that he found true love that he deserved and wanted, and from what I have heard, you are a truly amazing woman. I didn't know that would be the last time I'd see him, over a casual beer one afternoon before I left again, and if I did I would tell him thank you for being such an amazing support system to me over the years, for making me laugh and always making me feel special.
Fraser is also a great friend of mine, and since we're both across the pond, I am lucky to have talked to him earlier this week. He filled me in on things, and will be bringing my love and well wishes today at the Gladstone. I am beyond crushed I cannot be there, that is the very sore point of living over here.
Please know you are surrounded by love even by those of us who didn't get to know you these past few years. I also have a new baby who is 4 months old, and I can assure you that the love and joy you will feel will help you though this unbelievable time.
Please accept my sincerest condolences.
Sincerely,
April de Haas
(formerly "McCullough", aka, "Apes", Production Manager at the Temple for years, before running away to Europe, Jay was definitely proud!)

I was so sorry to hear about Jason.

While no words are enough, I want to express my most heartfelt sympathy to you and your family for your sad loss.

As you know I only met Jason a few times, but I think he was one of those people that you get to know very quickly. I remember him as a kind, warm and considerate person. Veronica often told me that she liked you both very much and how glad she was to have you as her friends.

When we first met, which was at Chris and Veronicas wedding, he told me about his work, I believe it was to do with tv and cartoons. We agreed that you could measure the quality in life by the number of times you laughed out loud during a day, and I remember he said he considered himself to be very fortunate to have quite a few of those every day. I got the impression that he had a positive outlook on life, and that he was able to cherish the moments of joy and happiness.

He also had a way of making people around him feel comfortable. Even during Veronica�s last weeks, when he himself went through a really hard time, you both somehow managed to keep your spirits up and to be very supportive and considerate, for which we will always be greatful. Jason told me then that Veronica�s bad luck made him want to fight that much harder.

I believe he did just that. Not many people would have had his strength and courage.

Jason was fortunate to have you to support and to love him, as I�m sure he knew, and there is not a doubt in my mind that you managed to make the time he hade left the best possible. From my own experience, I can but imagine how hard it must have been sometimes.

I imagine also, however, that the anticipation of your son must have given you many great moments and lots of comfort. In Jamieson and in our memories, Jason is with you today and in the years to come. And the fact that the three of you got to be together for a time must mean everything to you all.

I hope that this day will be a day of celebration and remembrance. The dead are not dead if we have truly loved them.

My thoughts are with you today.


With my deepest sympathy,
Bj�rn

Emily!

I express my condolences to you and your family! My thoughts are with you today.
Although it�s a difficult time I want to congratulate you on your newborn baby and wish you two the best of luck.
I hope that you, as well as I, can see the bright things in life.
Send my regards to Chris and Neil and his family!

Vanja