Hockey at the heart of it all
When The Globe and Mail first told us that the Jets were coming back, he was in Winnipeg. Not for the first time, but for the last, and just to see if we could salvage a friendship from the wreckage of...
View ArticleIdle No More, and All The Things We Don’t Know We Don’t Know
If anything out of Idle No More is crystal-clear, it is this: when it comes to First Nations and how they work, a daunting number of Canadians have no freakin’ clue what they’re talking about. No clue,...
View ArticleFull Circle
A little over five months ago, I blew up this blog. Deleted it all and turned it into something of a diary of a loss I had no other way to process, except by spilling out my guts. A layoff, not...
View ArticleBut this time, Justin Bieber…
Justin Bieber has a long and honoured history of saying idiotic things. Unsurprisingly, his latest contribution to the treasure trove of stupid things has him in hot water: he wrote in the guest book...
View ArticleOn Violence.
I knew the jokes were coming, before I even saw them made. That’s is the normal order of things, in the competitive jokesterism of the social age. A famous athlete, Colorado Avalanche goaltender Semyon...
View ArticleOn New Year’s Eve
Bookends, I like bookends, hard shapes to frame the stories that we made. I like bookends, these long hard shapes to say: here, you wrote a sentence, a lyric, a love song and a year. I like forgetting...
View ArticleOn the death of Dr. V
Sometimes a journalist will write something, and sometimes people will die. This is a sad fact about this business, the small squeaking fear in the back of any reporter’s mind: you never know exactly...
View Articlefood / love / safety
I. Saliva etches itself into memory, a poem in invisible ink. In my life it has penned a salty calligraphy, a script slathered with grease and good intentions. After the divorce (I was five) there were...
View ArticleFirst Impressions of the CMHR
There is a ramp that wanders up through the galleries of the Canadian Museum for Human Rights, a zig-zag path framed by plates of Spanish alabaster lit from the inside. Nice ramp, I thought, but I was...
View Articledo you know about jian
For at least half as long as I have been been alive, a string of five short words, or something very like them, slipped through the back-channels of certain social scenes. The question was whispered...
View ArticleWhy Don’t
OF all the questions directed at people who have experienced sexual assault, it seems the most common begin with, “why don’t.” Why don’t you report / tell the police / speak up on social media / tell...
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