UTOC: Snowshoeing, wood stoves, outhouses, and other adventures.

There’s something about the onslaught of February that leaves me feeling a little haggard. Maybe it’s that, in thinking of the month, I automatically conjure images rife with salty sidewalks and grey mornings, brown snow and assignments piled high in…

Carnivorous plants in the greenhouse: limb-eating fun at U of T.

It must be the Harry Potter enthusiast in me that can't help but conjure quasi-magical images when I think about the University's unused rooms, locked tight behind oak doors; its unexplored basements; its attics filled with heavy afternoon light. After…

Planes, trains and automobiles: travelling home, à la undergrad

Anyone who's waited for a bus inside the Toronto Coach Terminal will be aware of what a noxious experience it is, complete with a Soviet-inspired, roofed-in parking lot in which, as you stand in line waiting to board, you are gassed with diesel…

Popular myths at U of T (Argonauts and Greek pantheon excluded)

Anyone who's going to U of T is aware that given its learned progeny, its claim to Canadian intellectual history, and its dimly lit 19th-century stone corridors, the university is basically a myth unto itself. Academic land of plenty, the university is alma…

Out of the whirlpool, into the rapids: Yikes! Grad school applications

There are many different kinds of movement. There's involuntary movement, kinetic movement, the Dada movement, and my personal favourite, lateral movement. In particular, I'm referring to undergraduate lateral movement: the academic eddy sustained by the depthless pool also known as…