the great divide

HE WILL NOT DIVIDE US Those were the words etched into the pristine white wall of the Museum of Moving Image, in sans serif bold. Meanwhile, 226.2 miles south congregated in front of the White House is the Women's March on Washington. Perhaps it is because I have been hardened by the Canadian cold, or… Continue reading the great divide

The Story of Sugar

If you asked an economist if free trade was a good idea, he would probably say yes. He might even give you a look, to make you feel slightly embarrassed for asking such a dumb question. If you asked an economist why free trade was a good idea, he would probably say that it increases… Continue reading The Story of Sugar

Two and Fifteen Gifts

Where I am, the high tops of conifers are draped underneath a veil of fog just thin enough for a few branches to poke through. The ground is missing the crisp touch of frost, and is instead drenched in a blanket of condensation to be lifted once the day begins. This is not quite the… Continue reading Two and Fifteen Gifts

Eggs for the better

Turmeric Jewelled Rice with Spiced Ratatouille, Cumin Fried Egg, Yoghurt, and Pistachios

Deep into Friday night, when the Internet usually creeps the closest it can to something remotely akin to repose, sparks flew. The world was bellowing its plea in three words: pray for Paris. Those who understood the heaviness of those words and the price of prayer knelt on their knees to pay just that. Some who have only… Continue reading Eggs for the better

Beau Canada

Yup, you've probably heard (or should I say seen) our drool-worthy nouveau prime minister Justin Trudeau. Or, perhaps more fittingly, Justin Tru'beau'. Yes, yes, we all sort of saw it coming that the Liberals would take the biggest bite of the cake, yet few of us anticipated that our PM-designate, despite working up an appetite… Continue reading Beau Canada

On Alex Colville

It's the ordinary things that seem important to me. This Sunday I enjoyed the rare luxury of having the entirety of an afternoon liberated from any obligation to weigh it down. So I went see the lovely mister Alex Colville at the gallery across the bridge. If you're anyone like me, regardless of the reason… Continue reading On Alex Colville