As early '90s science fiction films go, there are few more terrifying than Jurassic Park. How else would we have learned not to trust science, dinosaurs, lawyers, Jeff Goldblum, any Attenborough, jeeps, fathers, embryos, Samuel L. Jackson, large plants, shaving cream, and history?
The road back to Bangkok, pt. 2
posted by Drew Gough
Drew Gough gets out of Hanoi, the city of scams and grief. In part two of The Long Road to Bangkok, he explores the sea and the rails, winding up somewhere near Danang on the Central Coast of Vietnam.
The road back to Bangkok, pt. 1
posted by Drew Gough
Not all travel is easy, nor should it be. Drew Gough found that reflecting on and writing about travel isn't necessarily easy, either. In this, part one of a four-part series, he recounts the difficulty of looking back at an overland journey from Hanoi to Bangkok. Not to mention the difficulty of being ripped off at every turn.
Our past, Lapham’s future
posted by Drew Gough
Drew Gough finally got his hands on a copy of Lapham's Quarterly (all 200-plus pages of the Future Issue) and -- that's right! -- read it. Now he can't stop thinking about how, in the year 2525, if we are still alive, if humans can survive, we may find...
The random dancing f...
posted by Drew Gough
Some people mope their way to work, shoulders back and faces forward. Some people grumble through the grocery store, annoyed by fruits and vegetables. Not Phil Villeneuve. No, he dances in these places and record its. Drew Gough wanted to know why.
Searching for Shanghai
posted by Drew Gough
Shanghai: the Paris of the East. A legendary city of myth and legend. And expectations. Travelling in Shanghai -- and China, in a larger sense -- is half about trying to fulfill the expectations of what travelling in Shanghai should be, writes Drew Gough.
The nomad’s curse
posted by Drew Gough
As the Home Issue draws near its close, Drew Gough revisits the time he spent living abroad and argues that once you leave, you're always gone. He calls this modern, privileged affliction the nomad's curse.
On entering adulthoo...
posted by Drew Gough
The summer after my sister left the hospital, for the first time in years, everyone was at the lake; my aunts and uncles and cousins from across the continent found an unlikely pocket of time to be together. Truths began to emerge, told as they always are in our family as anecdotes. The time everyone quit their jobs for a summer and rented a cottage, living from unemployment cheque to unemployment cheque while chasing off renegade dogs, waterskiing, and wearing tracks into the Monopoly board.
Futuristic Tokyo att...
posted by Drew Gough
But this is 2030 and Tokyo, where tragedy in one’s personal life is the missing ingredient to unlock science’s great mysteries. The now-inspired scientist finally completes his greatest work: a human robot. He names it Toby, but we know him better as Astro Boy.
In the belly of the aged, retired, crocheting beas...
posted by Drew Gough
I turned down the job as recruitment officer – as anyone might – because of the money. It paid in the neighbourhood of $15 per hour, a fair wage, to be sure, but with an expected (and boring, boring, boring) work week of about 70 hours. The wage might be fine for someone who’s unemployed or in need of a quick shot of income, but it comes without perks. When I asked about the overtime pay, the woman simply laughed and said, “Oh, there’s no overtime here!”