I have been writing a paper on torture for an ethics class. It became a bit more problematic than it needed to becuase I initially launched into what torture was all about in the 21st century. While torture remains torture regardless, there is a sence of ugency, drama and epic proportions when the stakes are high ( Read more... )

They moved to Mexico for the winter/spring/not sure if Dad ever will come back but at the moment he plans to. They had some trouble finding a place to settle long-term at first, so they had a couple of shorter stays, all in the same city. They also have no phone (and will not get one) and my mother checks her email only about once a week ( Read more... )

My upstairs neighbour is a woman with an accent that might be carribbean. I hear it through a foot or so of ceiling plaster, which is really not thick enough. She spends a lot of time telling people what for, on the telephone or otherwise. Right now she has a face-to-face audience ( Read more... )

in order to better follow the political trajectory of Michael Ignatieff. He must appreciate the dissatisfaction of people who feel he has been imported to represent them. His predicament is particularly interesting/amusing to me because, recently having reason to venture back out of the university community, I found myself carefully not speaking ( Read more... )

I'm online in my own place for the first time...well, ever, since this is my first "own place" but online in the same building where I sleep (the same room in fact) for the first time in several weeks. And I'm on a mac. So I don't know where anything is. And I have a lab in 8 hours, so no time to investigate just yet.

When I was in grade 9 my school drama club put on The Ecstasy of Rita Joe by George Ryga. Ryga is an important Canadian playright who is also Native (h'm, I listed political citezenship first)and Rita Joe is a Native girl of average looks and ability and mandatory education who comes to the city and finds that whatever policies of inclusion exist ( Read more... )