I had breakfast in Hanoi – sticky rice with dried squid from the old lady who sets up shop outside my former apartment – and lunch in Saigon. Continue reading
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I was perplexed by a friend’s seemingly irrational hatred of chickens. His explanation weaved itself through an afternoon of conversation.
Over coffee and hash browns (with nary a chicken in sight), the conversation turned to writing. I’m going to write a post about chickens, I said. He laughed and said something about absurd blog topics, which sounded distinctly like a challenge. So, chicken thoughts. Continue reading
I often struggle to explain what it is I study. Most terms don’t capture it adequately, it being something rather interdisciplinary, thematic, and transnational. Cheese, I tell people, if I want to get a smirk out of them. Labour, agriculture, and the natural world, if I want to be a little more accurate. The industrialization of the Ontario dairy industry, if I want to sound obnoxious. Capitalism and the exploitation of nature and people, if I want to sound incendiary. Continue reading
The rain is upon us, day two of three, I’m told. Parts of the city will probably flood, the sewers groaning until they throw up their hands in defeat at the sheer weight of all this water. The first sign was probably the rats, who have been unusually active over the past few days. I should take out my garbage before they all escape for the cozy refuge of my second-floor apartment. Continue reading