16.5°Urbane Adventurer
I’m passionate about cycling, urban design, Aboriginal issues, Metis history, and the environment.
Recent Blog Posts
water
As I lay in bed last night, after being awoken by nightmares, I reflected on what it is like to inhabit this body in this moment. I am an empath, or a highly sensitive person, or whatever terminology you choose to apply to people whose main mode of being in the world is to feel. I feel everythin...
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As I lay in bed last night, after being awoken by nightmares, I reflected on what it is like to inhabit this body in this moment. I am an empath, or a highly sensitive person, or whatever terminology you choose to apply to people whose main mode of being in the world is to feel. I feel everythin...
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benediction
stones piled haphazardly atop of one another, melding into rolling green hills. A cold wind cuts across these landscapes folding into one another. This place so compact it could fit into my home continent dozens of times over. inception. This is no conception, this place. Conception implies conse...
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stones piled haphazardly atop of one another, melding into rolling green hills. A cold wind cuts across these landscapes folding into one another. This place so compact it could fit into my home continent dozens of times over. inception. This is no conception, this place. Conception implies conse...
Published at Urbane Adventurer
Indigenizing Canadian academia and the insidious problem of white possessiveness
There’s a reason I’ve shifted from supporting Indigenization of Canadian Universities to decolonization. The former has been mobilized by universities themselves as a response to the 2015 Truth and Reconciliation Commission’s Executive Summary, which included 94 Calls To Action,...
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There’s a reason I’ve shifted from supporting Indigenization of Canadian Universities to decolonization. The former has been mobilized by universities themselves as a response to the 2015 Truth and Reconciliation Commission’s Executive Summary, which included 94 Calls To Action,...
Published at Urbane Adventurer
summon
My body is an archive. Mysterious forces are eating away at my optic nerves, but we know there is no mystery to this. My body is a perfect, faithful reflection and refraction of everything it encounters. My body is the soft flesh that falls off of bones like boiled oxtails. I chop up the onions&#...
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My body is an archive. Mysterious forces are eating away at my optic nerves, but we know there is no mystery to this. My body is a perfect, faithful reflection and refraction of everything it encounters. My body is the soft flesh that falls off of bones like boiled oxtails. I chop up the onions&#...
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Extractive Media and Indigenous grief
1. CBC called me yesterday at 710 AM (I’d just woken up) & asked me to comment on Cormier verdict. I agreed, tho kind of off-put by the time. We spoke for 14 mins. I was then asked if I’d be available to speak to host of morning show. I said yes,but again, off-put by… Read More
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1. CBC called me yesterday at 710 AM (I’d just woken up) & asked me to comment on Cormier verdict. I agreed, tho kind of off-put by the time. We spoke for 14 mins. I was then asked if I’d be available to speak to host of morning show. I said yes,but again, off-put by… Read More
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movement
I’ve left pieces of myself all over the northern hemisphere. Cells shed, tears flowing. Little pieces of my heart tucked under highland rocks and nestled in with the lichen on trembling birch and aspen. Small incantations, like pebbles, dropped in clear cold waters up mountainsides and off ...
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I’ve left pieces of myself all over the northern hemisphere. Cells shed, tears flowing. Little pieces of my heart tucked under highland rocks and nestled in with the lichen on trembling birch and aspen. Small incantations, like pebbles, dropped in clear cold waters up mountainsides and off ...
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A note to tenured faculty*
*and by tenured here, I mean the majority of the canadian professoriate, who, according to this 2012 article by Peter S. Li (shared with me by Dr. Malinda S. Smith), are overwhelmingly white. As Dr. Li demonstrates in his article, according to 2006 Canadian census data, 85% of the Canadian profes...
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*and by tenured here, I mean the majority of the canadian professoriate, who, according to this 2012 article by Peter S. Li (shared with me by Dr. Malinda S. Smith), are overwhelmingly white. As Dr. Li demonstrates in his article, according to 2006 Canadian census data, 85% of the Canadian profes...
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trust
I like living in tender proximity to others. I like the comfort of stews and sauces cooking in the apartments below. I like the warmth of a well-kept vestibule, coming in and knowing this little home is safe. I like room to breathe. I am not ambitious in affairs of the heart. I am grateful…...
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I like living in tender proximity to others. I like the comfort of stews and sauces cooking in the apartments below. I like the warmth of a well-kept vestibule, coming in and knowing this little home is safe. I like room to breathe. I am not ambitious in affairs of the heart. I am grateful…...
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(in other lifetimes)
(I can only trust they had their reasons for bending space time so we could meet, just once) I would have loved to host you in my little home. I would have taken out the good linen, the bedding that I rarely use for myself, and spread it with care over the mattress. Smoothed out… Read More
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(I can only trust they had their reasons for bending space time so we could meet, just once) I would have loved to host you in my little home. I would have taken out the good linen, the bedding that I rarely use for myself, and spread it with care over the mattress. Smoothed out… Read More
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enough
I imagine a kind of ceremony removed from human hubris (i know it is real I have seen it) I imagine a kind of ceremony where when you open your mouth to tell me the way your body scrapes against sea foam and water-caressed rock when you lift your eyes towards the sky and you… Read More
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I imagine a kind of ceremony removed from human hubris (i know it is real I have seen it) I imagine a kind of ceremony where when you open your mouth to tell me the way your body scrapes against sea foam and water-caressed rock when you lift your eyes towards the sky and you… Read More
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