The editors sit back in their swivel chairs, gaze out their big picture windows onto the crowds at street level and talk to me with quiet dignity about editorial integrity, the busy pace of an editor’s life and the chronic shortage of good writers. I nod back. It’s true-running a successful magazine is a business… Continue reading The Unbearable Whiteness of Being…
Hallelujah Chorus
Spring, 1998 | Comments (0) – Report an Error Share on facebook Share on email Share on twitter Share on favorites More Sharing Services Friday, November 21, 1997, marked the end of the world as we knew it, judging by the coverage that appeared in The Toronto Sun. After three years of unfulfilled dreams… Continue reading Hallelujah Chorus
Biting the Hand that Misleads Us
Last summer, as I walked along a tidy residential street in Vancouver’s upscale Fairview Slopes, I wondered whether I had been given the wrong address. As a young journalist whose interests are outside mainstream journalism, I had decided to volunteer for a few months at Adbusters, the subversive quarterly magazine dedicated to undermining the kind… Continue reading Biting the Hand that Misleads Us
Back of the Rack
t seems peculiar to be in McDonald’s. How ironic to be sitting with Irshad Manji, an East African immigrant-feminist-lesbian, in a burger empire that doesn’t celebrate diversity but instead sets out to make the whole world appreciate a Big Mac. In this homogenous environment, it’s refreshing to think of the diverse views she presents in… Continue reading Back of the Rack
The Dying Art of Talking Crop
On the outskirts of Winnipeg, stalks of golden prarie wheat rustle in the summer breeze, and dust blows between the stubble in the fields where fresh-cut sheaves stand like miniature teepees. Dozens of grain elevators along the horizon cast long, skinny shadows as the sun lowers in the western sky. In the city, a disturbance… Continue reading The Dying Art of Talking Crop
