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I used to parse out love like calories. I could count, from memory, the measure and heft of every smile and every wink. And like the salads I ate, dry, without dressing, lest I consume more than I deserved, love was a transaction. A constant negotiation of wanting. A lack. An ache in my belly. &#...
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Apologies and other follies
Remember how I wrote a letter to someone within my University regarding the approval of a student’s poster in which the student appeared in redface? Well, here’s the response I got today. I would just like to draw attention to the section in bold. Everything else is pretty standard, a...
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Remember how I wrote a letter to someone within my University regarding the approval of a student’s poster in which the student appeared in redface? Well, here’s the response I got today. I would just like to draw attention to the section in bold. Everything else is pretty standard, a...
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heretics and hares
https://storify.com/ZoeSTodd/don-t-you-dare-assert-dynamic-knowledge-identities You can refer back to the above storify link to see the outcome of a series of tweets I posted the other day. A troubling reality is that often when we start to talk about relationship, dynamic knowledge, and making s...
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https://storify.com/ZoeSTodd/don-t-you-dare-assert-dynamic-knowledge-identities You can refer back to the above storify link to see the outcome of a series of tweets I posted the other day. A troubling reality is that often when we start to talk about relationship, dynamic knowledge, and making s...
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I love you ever so
some realizations I had upon coming to Amiskwacî and feeling the earth beneath my feet again: just love. love the people you resent or respect. Love the land. Love the fish. Love the water. It’s not a theory, it’s a way of being. Babies know how to love. People on their death bed know...
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some realizations I had upon coming to Amiskwacî and feeling the earth beneath my feet again: just love. love the people you resent or respect. Love the land. Love the fish. Love the water. It’s not a theory, it’s a way of being. Babies know how to love. People on their death bed know...
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So, a redface poster was approved for use in the University of Aberdeen student election last month…
Dear Mr. Hope, I write out of concern for a poster that was approved for posting during the Student Elections last month. The poster was brought to my attention by Faculty members who were offended by it. The poster in question featured a student wearing a replica of a Plains Indigenous headdress...
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Dear Mr. Hope, I write out of concern for a poster that was approved for posting during the Student Elections last month. The poster was brought to my attention by Faculty members who were offended by it. The poster in question featured a student wearing a replica of a Plains Indigenous headdress...
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Colonialism is a shape-shifter
I’m boning up on my colonial theory as I write my dissertation, and I’ve been thinking more and more about my own relationship to colonialism(s) and how they manifest in Canada. I’ve written, previously, about my hesitation about using the term ‘settler’ without qual...
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I’m boning up on my colonial theory as I write my dissertation, and I’ve been thinking more and more about my own relationship to colonialism(s) and how they manifest in Canada. I’ve written, previously, about my hesitation about using the term ‘settler’ without qual...
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loss and longing
I realise that a lot of what I write about deals directly with loss and longing. There are the immediate losses — the deaths, the heartbreaks, the opportunities that slip away. But then, as a nomad, as a warrior trying to disentangle multiple generations of pain, there are losses that span ...
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I realise that a lot of what I write about deals directly with loss and longing. There are the immediate losses — the deaths, the heartbreaks, the opportunities that slip away. But then, as a nomad, as a warrior trying to disentangle multiple generations of pain, there are losses that span ...
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Conversations with ancestors. With ghosts. I crave community, communion, conviviality. But I also crave quiet, solitude. Maybe because in those moments when you are alone, a different form of knowing emerges. Little twinges in your heart, tingles in your ear. Other connections, connections that s...
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self-care: the secret to a PhD (or how to do a PhD abroad as an Indigenous woman)
I don’t write too much about my PhD on here. I generally try to keep my school work separate from this blog, if only to keep this as a place to deposit the things that don’t ‘fit’ into my research or my dissertation. However, today I want to write a little bit about the &#...
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I don’t write too much about my PhD on here. I generally try to keep my school work separate from this blog, if only to keep this as a place to deposit the things that don’t ‘fit’ into my research or my dissertation. However, today I want to write a little bit about the &#...
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Road Stories
I made a short film yesterday about wandering, missing, and home. Enjoy!
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I made a short film yesterday about wandering, missing, and home. Enjoy!
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Dylan Farrow just changed the world — why we need a new approach to resurgence
Twenty-three hours ago a piece by Dylan Farrow just shook many people’s understanding of the world by bravely, unapologetically calling out those who made excuses for her (alleged, though it seems very much in doubt that Woody Allen is innocent) abuser. I can’t help but feel that we n...
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Twenty-three hours ago a piece by Dylan Farrow just shook many people’s understanding of the world by bravely, unapologetically calling out those who made excuses for her (alleged, though it seems very much in doubt that Woody Allen is innocent) abuser. I can’t help but feel that we n...
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Dylan Farrow just changed the world — a call for a new approach to resurgence
Dylan Farrow just shook many people’s understanding of the world this week by bravely, unapologetically calling out those who made excuses for her (alleged, though it seems very much in doubt that Woody Allen is innocent) abuser. I can’t help but feel that we need to take her strength...
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Dylan Farrow just shook many people’s understanding of the world this week by bravely, unapologetically calling out those who made excuses for her (alleged, though it seems very much in doubt that Woody Allen is innocent) abuser. I can’t help but feel that we need to take her strength...
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year of the horse
it’s the year of the horse Gong Hei Fat Choi Horses have a special place in my family I’ve only ridden one twice both times I held nervously to the reigns somehow that prairie blood coursing through my veins knew what to do just barely My dad says my great-grandad James Courted the fi...
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it’s the year of the horse Gong Hei Fat Choi Horses have a special place in my family I’ve only ridden one twice both times I held nervously to the reigns somehow that prairie blood coursing through my veins knew what to do just barely My dad says my great-grandad James Courted the fi...
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