Writer, educator, parent, musician, historiographer, autobiographer.
Attended 17 schools between grade one and twelve. Then. Educated in Creative Writing, BFA, MFA, plus a couple years of Law, all at U.B.C.
I have numerous identities depending on the way I’m facing. That’s not unusual. Like anyone about a task (such as the task of living) I pick up and use whatever tools are available and applicable for the task at hand.
I use a certain set of tools for writing. I have other tools which I use for tasks which have nothing to do with writing, and nothing to do with what I do here. That’s my other face. My other faces. Not a mystery. Simply not relevant now.
(And please don’t suppose I am coyly side-stepping autobiographical detail. I blog about those same details. They are part of the show. I may be simple–although I highly doubt it–but my story is complex. Anyway…)
I’m a teacher. A parent. I coexist with cats and tax-paying bipeds. I write. I play music. I actively pursue an interest in history, historiography, psychology, anthropology, autobiography, literature, science, cosmology, law, culture, and, I suspect, a number of other ‘isms’ and ‘ologies’ that I can’t bring to mind just now. I have never recognized any natural boundaries to knowledge, so basically when I get to the edges of knowing about a thing, I just keep on going.
A packrat mind.
We live in a world of social constructs. I have been socially constructed as a Tsimshian. Well, almost. As a Tsimshian inside and outside whitestream society. And you have been socially constructed to understand who I am–or to suppose you don’t know who I am–because I say I am Tsimshian. We’re both wrong, but I’m far too polite to mention it when the children are present.
When the sun expands to swallow the earth in 5 billion years, it won’t much matter anyway.
In the shorter term, and as I write this, the question I return to again and again concerns the fate of the planet–ocean acidification, climate change, extinctions, tipping points–and whether humanity, whether human nature, is capable of meeting the challenge these questions entail.
I have spent much of my time up to now–when not engaged in things that only matter to me–thinking about human concerns–racism, poverty, women, foster care, Aboriginal education and governance, human rights, and so on. (Mixed in with literature, art, music, and the stuff of everyday living, of course, before as now.) They still concern me. But what I have realized is that, unless our civilization somehow turns the whole caravan around double quick, and we stop hurtling toward the brink of irreversible climate change, there will be no human rights.
Because human rights imply a civilization to uphold them.
If you want to find out more about me, read my blog entry Quixotic, where I say more.
If you find you can’t get enough of that stuff, try my autobiography, currently playing out chapter by chapter under the name of Legends of Myself. It even has its own index if you’re not into that sequence thing.
Oh, and about my nom de blog. It’s the same as my nom de stage. I play in the band Haisla with Nasty, Brutish & Short. The star, she’s my daughter, so I’m …