How does one adapt to the Blundstones and Patagonia fashions that Vancouver is known for?
On January 28, the UBC Library hosted a virtual conversation with Dr. Robin Wall Kimmerer, in partnership with the Faculty of Forestry and the Simon K. Y. Lee Global Lounge and Resource Centre.
The event that was hosted in collaboration with the Black Student Union and was organized to highlight the “devastating history of racism and sexism at Canadian universities” and its relationship with “rape culture.”
No, it wasn’t the sound of Daphne or Simon twirling across the floor of a grand ballroom but Michelle Mares on piano and David Lakirovich on violin.
I’m sitting in Rare Books and Special Collections (RBSC), in the basement of Irving K. Barber Learning Centre, and I hold in my hands a piece of literary history. I’m holding the second draft manuscript of a novel called Under The Volcano by English writer Malcolm Lowry.
Wandering through the aisles of the MOA and allowing my mind to wander with me, impulsively opening drawers at a whim and enjoying the unexpected findings is the perfect way to decompress.
This time on Hidden Treasures, we dive into Oceania and the various aspects of their many cultures: weapons, ceremonies, and human subjects.
The basic premise of the movie is reminiscent of early-Wattpad days, in which two strangers tired of being single during the holidays, decide to be each other’s platonic plus-ones for an entire year.
We don’t know why so many Christmas movies have to revolve around one person being super unfair and toxic to their partner, only to ultimately end with them still getting together at the end and not acknowledging any of the shitty stuff that happens.
In the spirit of that special time of year when you can hear songs about a bullied reindeer, mistletoe, and Kelly Clarkson belting her heart out within the same hour, I’ve decided to compile a thoroughly enjoyable tier ranking.
Although the events touch on important issues, and occasionally heavy issues, they’re certainly not all doom-and-gloom. In a time when contact with others is more limited than ever, the screenings provide an opportunity for connection.
In her poem, A Blue Filter, which was recently longlisted for the CBC Poetry Prize, Warrener reflects on this spontaneity of memory. The poem centres around the first time she saw Irises blooming out the window of the morning train in Japan, where she taught English after graduating from the University of Victoria.
A huge print of David Bowie’s self-titled album cover. Neon tubing installed inside the frame of a painting. A tube-shaped sculpture made of suspended rice paper. What do these all have in common? The fall exhibition lineup for the Vancouver Art Gallery.
This year, the Poetry in Transit project celebrated its 24th year since its inception in 1996. Each year, a collection of works by BC authors and Canadian published poets makes its way through a selection process to find itself into transit.
The Speakeasy Podcast, a new podcast hosted by Santana that seeks to destigmatize taboo topics in sex while highlighting minority voices.
Sara De Waal won the University of Lethbridge’s Bridge Prize, her work earned her a $7500 first-place award beating out over 300 story submissions.
Reaching down to pause her music, she stopped. The road was now unpaved, and her step cracked in the rocky dust.
Students have reported that during their lectures, they would see a dark, cloaked spectre with a Jack-o-Lantern head passing behind professors and a few other students.
She was so ill that she hardly noticed when her coworkers stopped partying around her. Shrieks of drunken laughter turned into panicked screams and a splash as her boss fell overboard.
Lines such as “don’t go around tonight, well it’s bound to take your life” are great reminders that quarantine is the best way to spend this Halloween.
When I turned around, she looked incredibly startled. I was somewhat confused about why she was acting so oddly, suddenly she uttered words that caught me off guard;
I flipped the page, expecting to read about a winding staircase leading to an underground dungeon, or maybe to a secret lair, but instead, I felt my head start to dip towards my chest and my eyes beginning to shut.