A Theory of Conflict

by Ingrid   Some seek a theory of everything. Allow me to refuse that. Instead, I offer a theory of conflict. Does that mean everything is conflictual? Perhaps. The word itself means con (together) and fligere (to strike). So conflict strikes together. I’m in a minivan at the front. I’m there because I’m a grown…

CONFLICT IN ANIMATION

by Andie   The artist, Andie McNally, took the inspirations and colorful style of queerleafing* to create her own representation of conflict. Understanding the movement and dynamic nature of conflict, she chose to depict a wave on a wood panel canvas. The calm waters are in the natural rainbow order to represent a “normal” non-conflict…

Dreams Essay

by Kiersten   Dreams are never what they should be. For whatever reason, the word “dream” seems to be only positive. It’s all mixed up in hopes and aspirations, and a little bit of weirdness, but never entirely unsettling. People dream that they will be lawyers (in the aspirational sense), or they dream that they…

Boat Interviews

by Zozep   Andie How significant a role do you feel the boat played in your experience at GLACE? Well, I think it’s really important because the first day of class we went on the boat, so it kind of set the mood of the class, which is really nice.  So I’ve always associated this…

Cafeteria Theory

by Katie   I don’t remember the first time I ate in the University of Michigan Biological Station cafeteria. I’m not sure who I sat with- maybe my roommate Emma who I knew before coming here, but who takes a different class than me (Biology Lab). Or, maybe I sat with my peers from GLACE,…

An Introduction to Anishinaabemowin

by Jessie Williams   During our time at the Biostation, we have worked to orient ourselves within the land on which we study, in order to understand both it and ourselves better. This cannot be done without acknowledging the presence and continued involvement of the original inhabitants of the Biostation land, the Cheboiganing or Burt…

Tallied Truths

by Cielle   Tallied Truths The dragonfly clings to the water-stained pole. A breeze too light for me to feel still rustles leaves. Grape leaves build upon what’s already dead, as do we. The early dandelion grants the wish. Bumblebees should be too fat to fly. A bumblebee just flew over my head. The tree…