Published September 26, 2019
Juice Journal launches its 19th edition of the University of Winnipeg (U of W) literary journal on Oct. 7.
Collaboration is key.
“I really like writing. I like telling stories."
Kent Monkman artist talk at the WAG // Martha Street Studio BYOT fundraiser // 2nd Annual Manitoba Podcast Festival // WNDX Festival of Moving Image // Spectres of Shortwave, co-presented by send + receive // Stan Douglas artist talk at U of M ARTlab
It’s long been a tradition for celebrated filmmakers, especially those who typically avoid genre work, to make a science fiction film at some point in their career.
The popular saying “dress to impress” can imply that spending large amounts of money on clothing will ensure success and approval. But this is not always the case.
The comic industry has become a multi-billion-dollar juggernaut with numerous successful film adaptations and television shows.
For Greg Tonn, owner of Winnipeg’s premier vinyl destination Into the Music, staying afloat in the digital age is all about adaptability.
Byelection period begins // U of W United Way campaign // ‘What the Chickadee Knows’ // Reformation lecture // Systems maintenance
to take place // Orange Shirt Day
On Sept. 22, the Red Ribbon Walk and Run was held in Vimy Ridge Park.
How a city is planned can say a lot about the priorities of a municipal government.
With the volleyball season approaching, both University of Winnipeg Wesmen teams are playing in preseason tournaments later this month.
“I wouldn’t change a thing about my job. I love what I do,” Kimberly Buffie, who’s been a chemistry instructor for 16 years at the University of Winnipeg, says.
The University of Winnipeg (U of W) is hosting an outbound exchange information session on Monday, Sept. 30 from 12:30 to 2:10 pm in room 2M70. This is an opportunity to learn about what the university offers for students looking to study abroad for a portion of their degrees.
A few years ago, while working as a research assistant, I stumbled upon a photo of an early version of the St. Boniface Cathedral and the Grey Nuns’ convent. My first thought was: Where are all the trees?
I was 12 years old when a man leaned across the cab of his red pickup truck to yell something I couldn’t quite make out. I might not be able to specify what he said, but I remember the way he slowed down in the middle of St. Mary’s Road to leer at me.