Twenty Days In

I have been on sabbatical for twenty days, give or take. Given that I’m currently in the future, and my brain never seems to be able to process the space-time continuum, it may be slightly more or slightly less than twenty days. For now, let’s just agree that time travel is challenging even for those…

The Adventure Continues

After roughly 75 days and travelling more than 1.3 times the circumference of the earth in 37 different glorified metal lawn darts, you might think that my travel adventures are coming to a close for the year. Fortunately for me, that’s not the case.

The Great Space-Time Discombobulation

Having arrived in Dalian early Sunday morning after an extended amount of time spent aboard a glorified metal lawn dart, it should come as no surprise that I unceremoniously poured myself into bed the moment I arrived at my hotel.

Hello Dalian

After approximately eleventy-billion hours on board two separate shiny metal lawn darts, I have found my way back to Dalian, China. As mentioned in previous posts, I’m here to teach a course and give two invited talks at Dalian Nationalities University (DNU).

Shiny New Office

Just in time for my sabbatical, the almost completely renovated Reynolds Building has opened. This means that after more than 20 months I am no longer an officeless professor, wandering campus in search of a workstation with an appropriate supply of coffee.

Have Visa, Will Travel

Today I returned from Toronto with my sparkly new visa for China. While this is the fourth such visa that I’ve collected from Toronto, this one is slightly different than the other three.

That Time In Montreal

As I mentioned in my previous post, the last few weeks and months have been hectic. This is why my blog posting has dwindled this month. And now here I am, sitting on the couch, realizing it’s August 31st and I’ve written nothing about my adventures in Montreal, or about any number of things that…

One More Day

The last several weeks and months have been rather hectic. Between planning for the Indigenous Mapping Workshop, finishing up a massive grant application, writing and editing papers, and trying to tie up loose ends before I head on sabbatical, it’s been a whirlwind.

The Big Delay

After a few days in Happy Valley-Goose Bay for meetings, Nic and I awoke on Wednesday morning at the crack of way too early. Despite our exhaustion, we had a flight to catch and were quite eager to board our tiny but shiny metal lawn dart on our way to Rigolet.

The Case Of The Missing Luggage

Yesterday, Nic and I boarded the first of two shiny metal lawn darts on our way to Happy Valley-Goose Bay. We’re here for a few days of meetings, and then will be boarding yet another shiny metal lawn dart on our way to Rigolet.

Another Seven Day Photo Challenge

Back in the old-timey days of 2017, you might remember that I took part in a seven-day photo challenge. The goal of that challenge was extremely simple – post a photo every day for seven days, but with the following caveats: no people, no pets, no explanations.

Choppin’ Broccoli

Earlier this week, Nic, Josh, and I sauntered our way to Gordon Food Service to take part in the Milton chapter of Soup Sisters. There we joined a small army to spend the eve making four different types of soup for various local charitable organizations.

Blargh

For whatever reason, today was one of those days where I felt completely useless – as if nothing was coming together and the seemingly simple was hella complicated. And it wasn’t just that I couldn’t do simple things – such as form thoughts and find words – the entire day seemed heavier than it should…

Postponed

In case you haven’t been following along, I was supposed to have boarded a shiny metal lawn dart on my way to Rigolet, Nunatsiavut, via Happy Valley-Goose Bay this past Sunday. However, things happened and now we’re holding off our trip for another few weeks. The wanderbeast is not happy.

Leaving On A Jet Plane

It’s difficult to believe, but the last time I boarded a shiny metal lawn dart was back in the old-timey days of early May. In fact, it has officially been forty days since I hurtled through the air travelling from somewhere to somewhere. It probably comes as no surprise that this is making me somewhat…