I could make a fence around breath and laughter and / meaningless joy and routine sadness / here it is, sketched with broken / pencil smudged by the palm of my hand / but would you see it?
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I wasn’t raised in the Philippines, so all of my knowledge of the country comes from my family and what they chose to expose me to.
What is my native language? I say my sister, there is no other word for it.
Families, chosen and inherited, are also often contentious, diverse and messy. Still, learning a language that holds so much fragmented history requires an effort that communicates more than the words themselves.
English was always my worst subject in elementary school.
I learn to swear reading Catcher in the Rye / in Chinese, 10 years old and foreign / in a country called the Motherland.
Spanning topics from singing to AI, UBC’s Integrated Speech Research Laboratory (ISRL) has a diverse set of interests. Most recently, they have been looking at what speech can tell us about our brains — potentially contributing to a better understanding of the detection and treatment of neurodegenerative diseases.
In Canada, over 90 per cent of d/Deaf children are born to hearing parents — the same parents who may never learn sign language nor teach it to their d/Deaf child.
It was a typical November night in Vancouver’s rainy season, which means that it was pouring and the rain was ice cold. Though you wouldn’t be able to tell from inside the Hollywood Theatre, where the crowd gathered was dressed in rainbow lingerie inspired outfits, fit for a summer Pride parade.
After watching the true crime show Tiger King, playwright David Volpov started contemplating the way he interprets media.
If you have ever doomscrolled on a social media app, consider yourself a victim of the attention economy. Thirst-traps, stunts, fake news and controversies — the time you spend scrolling on social media is a currency that these apps and influencers thrive on. But how much are influencers willing to risk for your attention?
The main issue: you only have 10 minutes before your next lecture begins, and you have no idea where to go for that quick bite.
I still remember the smell of a freshly made plate of pasta waiting for me at the kitchen table in my Nonno and Nonna’s house when I was a kid. Whether it was a holiday, birthday or any old Sunday visit, pasta was usually involved.
In museums, photography is often prohibited; in “Imagine Van Gogh,” it is expected.
As a curious child, you once asked an adult where the clouds came from. They probably responded with the standard answer: from water in the atmosphere, from evaporated rain — and I’ll bet it blew your growing mind.