The Idea Maker

February 4, 2014January 7, 2020 - by Lauren McKeon

How a freethinker sold investors on thought-controlled computing

Person in winter clothing that covers their neck, head and ears

January/February 2014 / Technology

In Cold Water

February 3, 2014January 7, 2020 - by Anne Casselman

Engineering a better survival suit

A person holding a surf board while riding a motorcycle

Arts & Culture / January/February 2014

CanCom

January 29, 2014January 8, 2020 - by Amy Kenny

Revisiting the golden age of Canadian comics

Two men and one women talking at a table

Books / January/February 2014

Iron Lady

January 28, 2014January 7, 2020 - by Adele Weder

For Phyllis Lambert, the Seagram Building was just the beginning

A parent and kid open their door to a large and tall pile of sno

January/February 2014 / Poetry

From the Drawer

January 23, 2014January 7, 2020 - by C. P. Cavafy

I pulled this out to hang on a wall in my room. But the humidity in the drawer has damaged it. I won’t frame this photograph. I should have protected …

Film / January/February 2014

The Last 35 mm Picture Show

January 21, 2014January 7, 2020 - by Wanda Schmöckel

A small-town Saskatchewan cinema goes digital

Cigarettes, an ash tray, sunglasses, a soda can and a shot glass

January/February 2014 / Poetry

SN1987AZT

January 16, 2014January 7, 2020 - by Matt Rader

A common year beginning in my memory. By March, in dark pools beneath Lake Erie And in the zinc mines of Kamioka Mining & Smelting Company, Gifu Prefecture, Neutrinos from …

Feature / January/February 2014

Upholding the Right

January 16, 2014January 7, 2020 - by Michael Kempa

What happened to civilian oversight of the RCMP

Fiction / January/February 2014

Greener Grass

January 14, 2014January 7, 2020 - by Nadia Bozak

The one-floor rental where Shell was born is too close to the tracks—Shell’s the only kid around not allowed to lay pennies for the double-engined CNs to turn into wafers—and …

January/February 2014 / Poetry

Gulag

January 9, 2014January 7, 2020 - by Ben Ladouceur

Old friend, you’ve caught me at my most lost, limp limbed in the gulag of unemployment. I have become God’s ombudsman: he scrapes his plate into my lap. Remember that …