Getting inked can mean a lot, or very, very little, to the owner of the art. Every tattoo has a story, and UBC students have a breadth of stories to share — all permanently ingrained into their skin. This time we look at a zoo of tattoos from fellow students.
Even though I’ve never been to Serbia, I’m connected to it through the culture I was raised with. I feel homesick for a place I’ve never been, but I can make it better by enjoying the connections I have to it here.
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.
For some students, there’s a certain song that brings them back to their childhood and their family. For others, a song can encapsulate their complex feelings better than words ever could.
This recipe serves as a reminder of the identity that both my dad and I share as part of the Diné people.
Couscous Royale was the last meal my father made me before leaving Montreal and it was one last reminder that when I moved out, j’allais me débrouiller — I was gonna figure it out.
With many Vietnamese restaurants peppered across Vancouver, there is no shortage of places to go — the two places below, though, have been thoroughly tested and approved by my family and me.
It’s everyone’s “favourite” time of year: the annual AMS election! And, oh boy, have we got a lot of candidates vying for this years chance of securing a sick addition to their med school or grad application. I’m kidding (am I?).
The play tells the story of a group of artists who are filming a movie, based on a book, which is based on the real life story of Johann Sutter.
Sounds of mockery from the audience were just as piercing as the harmonious melodies, and it was difficult not to feel trapped.
What should the purpose of one of the largest and most significant student art collections in Canada be? Is it about selling and acquiring pieces to cover costs and grow the collection’s value, or to represent a tradition of the appreciation of Canadian art at UBC?
Welcome to the most important article this elections season: our 2019 candidate website review. This review is purely satirical — a roast of sorts, if you will.
Being a harp enthusiast at UBC continues to be a blessing and a surprise. Since the creation of the West Coast Harp Society in 2008, Vancouver has been a pinpoint on the map for the traveling harpists.
Things as seemingly minor as changing ‘indigenous’ to ‘Indigenous’ as one student did created a “feedback loop” in the Wikipedia community that allowed for productive dialogue.
The only characters with any real chemistry between them were Max Holmes and Dylan Braam. One of the debate scenes had like nine people crammed into one long table, in the most pointless reference to “The Last Supper” I’ve ever seen.
Hidden away in Irving K. Barber Library, the Rare Books and Special Collections section of the UBC Library has hundreds upon hundreds of materials so fancy that no one is even allowed to browse them without asking first.
It was in these moments of connection, both during the show and after the performance, that Manual Cinema showed the audience that paying respects to someone you admire also means following your dreams with compassion and the courage to create.
While students want a minor that will help them gain access to future career opportunities, the programs also helps to foster a greater understanding of an integral part of global society. The research highlights the fact that there is a demonstrated interest for courses with African content. Classes are full and students are waitlisted.
With the then-recent opening of the Nest in June of 2015, Bylicki says that the AMS was looking for exactly the kind of group to involve students in breathing life into the new student space.
There is a powerful history in my skin, a history that fought and is still fighting to be recognized as human and intelligent. Though our presence may be inherently and intrinsically political, we are carrying the torch of our ancestors, ready and waiting to pass it on for generations to come.
The co-presidents of the Black Student Union see being Black as an inclusive and expansive identity. It speaks to a certain shared experience and one that is something to be proud of.
“I had gone through a dark year and I would use art to cope with it,” she confessed. “It made me feel lighter when I felt really grey and it made me find a way to express myself when I couldn’t find the words to do it.”