As a result of the draconian measures during the QUEBEC STUDENT STRIKE — One year ago today I was kettled, arrested and humiliated on a STM bus that served as a makeshift holding cell for the 400+ of us that were kettled … Continue reading
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Summer of 2007 I took out an ad in the weekend edition of the Toronto Star for $299.75. Before Twitter I was much more verbose. This is the mockup they sent with a fake number.
Receiving the unsuccessful doctoral SSHRC (Social Sciences and Humanities Research Council) letter in the mail yesterday felt like the first professional 200m race I ran after I just joined the track club. The memory came up instantly. I had been … Continue reading
I want to go to there. I want to explore what it means to be me (how cliché is that?), what it means to be allowed to experience everything. Sitting in front of my laptop playing Solitaire isn’t getting me … Continue reading
We talked today. Somehow today he appeared on my MSN list. Somehow today I thought I saw him on the subway platform. I made him laugh when he didn’t want to. Then we tried to out-verbose each other with our … Continue reading
I’m running a festival, all by myself and I’m anxious that the participants aren’t rolling in like the previous years. I’m anxious that the early-called election is taking full view. I’m desperate for sharp conversation, but when it’s right there … Continue reading
Today is the first day of autumn. A while back I thought this autumn would be full of sentimentality and miserable nostalgia, but instead this weekend proved its future otherwise. We went to the beach, for possibly the last time … Continue reading