The sky is ready
Over the past few days, I've been listening to Arthur Russell's "Close My Eyes" a lot and singing along. I'm trying to understand why the line "I know the sky is ready" is the one that always makes me cry.
Thoughts while returning home from the sauna
What does it mean to be queer in academia and how vulnerable do I want to be in that space? I dropped a critical theory class that I had been looking forward to because I didn't want to confront a student in my group about his use of
New beginnings
I'm writing this from my new home. I sold my house and moved back to Montreal. The past few months have been filled with intense changes and all of my energy has gone into orchestrating this transition and then managing it and problem solving. A ton of executive
Stop Generating
Making art to break out of paralysis
2025 Begins
A short note / Looking ahead
Reclaiming Manifestos
Declarations of refusal and commitment
Opting Out of Streaming
Changing our relationship to the music we listen to
Too Much Information
Utopian dreams and a newfound vocation
Merging Identities
Who am I?
Caring for Strays
A test of unconditional love
Making It Difficult
How to hold on to our humanity in the age of automation
Death to the Algorithm
An introduction to this newsletter