by Shane Edwards | Apr 12th 9:10 am
Roy Brown is credited with shooting down the infamous “Red Baron” during World War I (an act that is said to have shortened the conflict.) He was born at Carleton Place, Ontario, on December 23 1893
by Wayne Chan | May 3rd 11:55 am
My daily commute is like a small gear of mechanical time, of epicycles upon epicycles, where days turn to months and to years, and the seasons cycle through. The rhythms of time are constant, but the changes they bring are not.
by george ilsley | May 3rd 1:44 pm
The neighborhood of Broma in Vancouver (around Broadway and Main) used to have salmon streams and a temperate rainforest. Now it has hipsters.
by Brendan Harrison | Apr 12th 12:54 pm
When white supremacists moved into my neighbourhood, I was forced to reconsider what community meant to me.
by Monica Meneghetti | May 2nd 11:45 pm
Queer Banffites come in every stripe but, like other wildlife, most of us are well-camouflaged.
by Christin Geall | May 3rd 10:16 pm
In my neighborhood, houses float out to sea. They’re jacked up from their foundations, lifted onto trucks, and barged away.
by Trevor Pritchard | May 1st 11:35 am
It’s easy to mock Hintonburg’s sudden emergence as Ottawa’s hotspot for adventures in gastronomy. But honestly, access to good food and drink is possibly the best consequence of high-speed gentrification.
by Trevor Pritchard | Apr 22nd 4:27 pm
Condos are kind of a social minefield. Tell someone you’re in favour of smart intensification, and they’ll hear you’re a pro-development shill who hates children and cyclists. Ask for a few community benefits with that 42-storey monstrosity, and you’re a granola-munching communist.
by Trevor Pritchard | Apr 15th 2:03 pm
Walk down Wellington Street in Hintonburg, and you’ll notice that every second block or so is dotted with a marble sculpture shaped like a fire hydrant. Or, more accurately, half-shaped: each statue morphs into an image that represents the neighbourhood. So a stack of books outside the library, a corncob near the farmer’s market, that sort of thing.
by Trevor Pritchard | Apr 8th 12:21 pm
A casual tourist to Hintonburg (not that we get too many; they tend to get sucked into the vortex that is Parliament Hill) might not think the neighbourhood needs a social service hub. After all, Wellington Street has gastropubs! Cupcake shops! Vendors hawking the latest baby paraphernalia! Who would use a community kitchen?
by Trevor Pritchard | Apr 2nd 5:54 pm
In many ways, the Elmdale is a metaphor for rapidly-gentrifying Hintonburg. Before I moved here, in 2006, Hintonburg was a pretty shady place. Sex workers hung out on the main strip. Residents found syringes and used condoms in the parks.