This is the story of an actual real live damsel in distress in a tower. It contains little amusement and is lugubriously and long-windedly serious.
I realised today that I could have written a very much shorter and punchier statement. This is it.
I will advocate for quiet.
Slightly longer version:
Faculty, like any other workers, ought to have decent working conditions. Our workplace should be a place of calm, comfort, and collegiality. That is in the interests of health, safety, a respectful environment, and wellbeing. Our particular kind of work and its particular primary purpose is teaching, research, and (their conjunction as interactive) learning. Work of the mind depends on a precious resource which is currently rare at UBC, without which our work is made more difficult, and in such a way as to drain and damage us. This essential resource is quiet, and I will advocate for urgent investment in it to be a University priority.
Margins and marginality are wonderful, as are their transgression and subversion and any play with them. But, as all wearers of glasses know, frames can be fun too.
This is a piece about frames and framing. Updates seem to be turning it into an illustrated prosimetrical short story about liminality and its horrors. Which was unexpected and is weird. Blame the uncanny conjunction of borders and walls in the news, UBC, bande dessinée, Guy de Maupassant, and Marguerite Porete. (more…)