Sunday, January 22, 2006
BECHTEL VS. BOLIVIA: THE PEOPLE WIN!!
Saturday, January 21, 2006
New Anti-racism text - A MUST READ-BUY-SHARE
Friday, January 20, 2006
How we make 'em laugh (and cry)
Michael Moore's open letter to Canadians.
And the Daily Show's coverage of our election coverage. (Click on the "New Osama Tape" piece which starts with a short piece about Osama bin Laden and then continues into the Daily Show election coverage.)
Monday, January 16, 2006
A few things i'm reading this month (sort of)
Just finished reading Words To Our Now by Thomas Glave. It’s a moving book of essays against forgetting; for dissent in the heart of the Empire; about being black and gay and Jamaican and American and having to resist the multiple invisibilities that our diseased world practices against so many. It’s filled with courage. (Thanks for the loan, Judy.)
A friend gave me a Christmas gift of Signs of the Times, poetry by Bud Osborn with prints by Richard Tetrault. (Thanks, Kim.)
My dad gave me Neil Bissoondath’s newest novel: The Unyielding Clamour of the Night which I plan to read as soon as my sabbatical begins in a couple of weeks.
And I gave myself the gift of Chris Van Allsburg’s The Widow’s Broom, which has been a favourite for some time. Well, I actually bought it so I have it to read to my nieces, nephews and god-daughter.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Really cool journalling project
Thursday, January 05, 2006
This American Life faves
In this episode called First Day, Act Two (starting at the 20 minute mark) is a story about a squirrel and a cop. Worth listening to.
In this episode called Fiasco, Act One is a story about a school play. It pretty much defines fiasco.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Harvesting Stories Popular Education info
http://www.students.yorku.ca/~rmwbrown/
http://www.students.yorku.ca/~mbrand44/
http://www.eq-photo.com/stories/
http://www.geocities.com/whitebear188/
Educate: A Quarterly about Education and Development
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Reading Sarah Vowell
Now, a person with sharper social skills than I might have noticed that as these folks ate their freshly baked blueberry muffins and admired the bed-and-breakfast’s teapot collection, they probably didn’t want to think about presidential gunshot wounds. But when I’m around strangers, I turn into a conversational Mount St. Helens. I’m dormant, dormant, quiet, quiet, old-guy loners build log cabins on the slopes of my silence, and then, boom, it’s 1980. Once I erupt, they’ll be wiping my verbal ashes off their windshields as far away as North Dakota.