I will admit to being an @avilewis.ca sceptic. He changed my mind after hearing him speak in Nogo. You will too, who has ears to hear. Don't believe the corporate media: they're terrified. Believe the centrists NDPers who want to dissolve the left into LibLite: they're pulling out. Forward.
Yeah, that was a fucking great speech.
The new NDP leader, folks. Avi Lewis.
Today I referenced the 1960 victory of The New Party in PTBO at @trentuniversity.bsky.social. But honestly, if @ndp.ca and @ptbondp.bsky.social can't be bothered to post about the NDP leadership convention happening this weekend, can they complain of being ignored by the msm? @avilewis.ca
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In case you missed it, we are suing ICE for their unlawful practice of conducting warrantless arrests without probable cause.
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Get it
At any rate we will not stop reading fictional stories, because it is in them that we seek a formula to give meaning to our exis-tence. Throughout our lives, after all, we look for a story of our origins, to tell us why we were born and why we have lived. Sometimes we look for a cosmic story, the story of the universe, or for our own personal story (which we tell our confessor or our analyst, or which we write in the pages of a diary). Sometimes our personal story coincides with the story of the universe. It has happened to me, as the following piece of natural nar-rative will attest. Several months ago I was invited to visit the Science Museum of La Coruña, in Galicia. At the end of my visit the curator announced that he had a surprise for me and led me to the planetarium. Planetariums are always suggestive places because when the lights are turned off, one has the impression of being in a desert beneath a starlit sky. But that evening something special awaited me.
Suddenly the room was totally dark, and I could hear a beau-tiful lullaby by de Falla. Slowly (though slightly faster than in reality, since the presentation lasted fifteen minutes in all the sky above me began to rotate. It was the sky that had appeared over my birthplace, Alessandria, Italy, on the night of January 5-6, 1932. Almost hyperrealistically, I experienced the first night of my life. I experienced it for the first time, since I had not seen that first night. Perhaps not even my mother saw it, exhausted as she was after giving birth; but perhaps my father saw it, after quietly stepping out on the terrace, a little restless because of the (to him at least) wondrous event which he had witnessed and which he had jointly caused. The planetarium used a mechanical device that can be found in a great many places. Perhaps others have had a similar expe-rience. But you will forgive me if during those fifteen minutes I had the impression that I was the only man, since the dawn of time, who had ever had the privilege of being reunited with his own beginning. I was so happy, that I had the feeling-almost the desire-that I could, that I should, die at that very moment, and that any other moment would have been untimely. I would cheerfully have died then, because I had lived through the most beautiful story I had ever read in my entire life. Perhaps I had found the story that we all look for in the pages of books and on the screens of movie theaters: it was a story in which the stars and I were the protagonists. It was fiction because the story had been reinvented by the curator; it was history because it re-counted what had happened in the cosmos at a moment in the past; it was real life because I was real, and not the character of a novel. I was, for a moment, the model reader of the Book of Books. That was a fictional wood I wish I had never had to leave. But since life is cruel, for you and for me, here I am.
The beautiful closing of Umberto Eco's _6 walks in the fictional woods_ --- the book is explores what makes narrative work, how it operates relative to truth, why we distinguish betw fiction and nonfiction. A great read for writers, scientists, anyone w/ an interest in narrative
Such a wonderful, forceful and energetic reading of your ghost story, Paul. The spittle flies off the page like GBH and gave me arrhythmia!
For the record, the beverage options were Chenin, Nebbiolo, Saison, Junmai sake, n/a red ale, and #Proxies bubbly.
In my cheese pairing class yesterday a student decided to pair two different cheeses with each other (aged blue and Morbier) and it was honestly a brilliant combination, producing a subtle smokiness while supporting piquancy with creamy fat. 1+1=3. More of this, please! #FoodAndBevPairing #cheese
Amnesty International's Agnès Callamard says it's possible to condemn the government of Iran for its human rights violations without seeing the U.S.-Israeli war as "anything else but an act of aggression which will also victimize people and civilians."
Capri pizza box
A Windsor, Ontario-style pizza
My first real Windsor pizza from Capri!! Courtesy a very kind @eriepelee.bsky.social 💗🎉🍕🙏🏽
Boot and Shoe Operatives Unite!
I am begging my fellow Canadians to take a break for a second from obsessing about American corruption to focus on our home grown versions.
Ford is a corrupt crony goon who has done countless shady backroom deals. He wants to remove one of our most powerful tools to hold him accountable. Fuck that!
Deep in the run Of a summer stock play You forgot your line And the world opened before us We could say anything But said nothing instead Wild-eyed and bewild Erred Shivering Over the edge Of all our possible lives.
Longer edit
Deep in the run Of a summer stock play You forgot your line My face turned to your face Wild-eyed and bewild Erred Shivering The moment dilated Peering over the edge The world opened before us And we could say anything.
Quick edit
Deep in the run Of a summer stock play You forgot your line My face turned to your face Wild-eyed and bewild Erred Shivering The moment dilated Peering over the edge Laughter bubbling up And we could say anything.
Hola Julio @hool415.bsky.social , with inspiration from @dragonslayerma.bsky.social and @davidbirch.bsky.social responses to your #Free40 #PromptCombo, a memory from a glad summer's past but let's call it Now.
"a brisk undressing" caught me, how autumn suddenly comes one day or overnight, how we shift off the faded threads and stand "winter ready", ready perhaps for something other than sleep. Lovely, Fidel!
Please work a Wordle joke into the next ACL.
Oh when the Spuds, go marching out. .!
Follow the bouncing ball
Well done, Paul!
Projection or confession, every time
CW: sexual assault.
It is no coincidence. Evil would rather kill thousands than be exposed. me.mashable.com/culture/6754...
Best path for us but ngl, Bodø scares me.
Tax billionaires out of existence.
And that's what really hurts
At the strong end of a deep winter to remember, I take note of the first morning bird call of the year, one of a mated pair of northern cardinals living in my backyard. Yes, friend, survivor, the good times will return.
