A typical criticism levelled at politically charged music is that it accomplishes little by preaching to the already converted. Yet if a subversive idea were to escape and enter the mind like some proverbial babble fish, well, it can challenge our beliefs, or worse, affirm what we’ve ignored. It was thanks to a Propagandhi song that I […]
October 3, 2017
September 6, 2017
I was looking through old posts of mine and came across an entry from 2009. My grandmother had just died, and since it took me so long to process that event, I wrote about it with questions I thought mattered. Would I cry, would I start feeling sad, etc? Turns out that I wouldn’t feel […]
July 11, 2017
The day started out in the Stum like every other day in the Stum as a tree planter: rainy, cold, and miserable. And then the storm came in.
October 18, 2015
They say that death is the last great taboo in Western society. However death was the guest of honour in Philly last week. From October 4th-7th, I had the opportunity to attend the 5th instalment of Death Salon, hosted at the “disturbingly informative” Mütter Museum in Philadelphia. Death Salon is an opportunity for artists, academics, authors, morticians, pathologists, […]
July 8, 2015
To those who could never understand the appeal of tree planting I would guess that you don’t know the smells, the scenery(rich valleys, mountains and old growth forests), the people, the money, the camaraderie, the food, the personal growth, the visceral experience of slowly killing yourself through work but loving every second of it. To those […]