Tag Archives: Montréal Stories

Shit,

Snow clearance in Montréal – what’s missing? My New Year is off to a phenomenal start. Above is yet another great recent viral video coming out of my favourite goddam city. It features a municipal worker diligently clearing snow from … Continue reading

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Reflections on Occupy Montréal

A couple of weeks ago I took a walk with my roommate down to Square Victoria in the middle of a downpour to see if the police had taken any precautions, set up barriers or were otherwise surveilling the area … Continue reading

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Kondiaronk Book Review – Saturday Night at the Bagel Factory

Don Bell was what you might consider a kind of boulevardier back in the 1960s and 1970s, keeping abreast of the freaks and geeks which make urban living so goddam enjoyable. He compiled a variety of anecdotes into the aforementioned … Continue reading

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HEC students in hot water over blackface stunt…

Here’s the link. I’m not sure what to make of this. On one hand, I’ve taken a couple of American history courses, so I’m familiar with the racist implications of blackface. I’m also cognizant that there are American academics (Black, … Continue reading

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You couldn’t make this shit up…

The following anecdote is real – it is not the result of the author’s extensive imagination. The other day I had to go to Dorval to pick up some mail from my Aunt’s place. Returning to Lionel-Groulx around 3pm I … Continue reading

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