The Suitcase Project asks yonsei and gosei (4th and 5th generation Japanese Canadians and Americans) what would they pack if uprooted from their homes with only a moment’s notice. Participants will be photographed in their homes and then interviewed about the items that they chose to pack.
沖縄の鼓魂 Okinawan Kodama: A Celebration of the Heart, Soul and Spirit On Friday, August 4, Metro Vancouver audiences will be treated to a feast of Okinawan...
“Art is the stored honey of the human soul.” – Theodore Dreiser, naturalist, 1917. If Dreiser is right, then there will be much honey stored...
His blog is called Letters from Santa, he favours bow ties, plays the cello (well), and has an engaging smile and personality. He also...
How you identify culturally is almost an internal dialogue with yourself. But an eye-opener for me while making All Our Father’s Relations was how...
Behind the bar at the Odd Society on Powell Street, Mia Glanz wields a pair of cocktail shakers like oversized maracas, the ice creating...
Visitors to the second floor of the Nikkei Centre in Burnaby will be familiar with a sculpture hanging over an opening in the floor....
バンクーバー国際映画祭（VIFF）での第1回目の上映を終えた小松孝さん（『Out of the Frying pan…・食卓』ディレクター）、渡部直也さん（『Out of the Frying pan…・食卓』役者）、野辺ハヤトさん（『Affordance』ディレクター）にお話を伺いました。
「Suffering of Ninko」を観終わって作り手のその才能に圧倒された。ストーリーが面白いのは当然のことなのだけれど、（ストーリーは僧侶と 人斬りと妖怪が おりなす、百物語の一編。）自主制作の域を超えたクオリティの高さ。
Undertow RM Greenaway A B.C. Blues Crime Novel (Dundern, 2017) review by Colleen Tsoukalas Undertow is Canadian, local to West Coasters and written by a...
Manzo Nagano is credited with being the first Japanese settler in Canada in 1877, though he was not the first to come to BC....
Did you know that there was a very small settlement of Japanese Canadians at the McLean Mill in Port Alberni on Vancouver Island in...
Akemashite omedetoo gozaimasu and a Happy New Year to all you readers out there. You are a source of great inspiration for me as...
On June 15, 2015 the Anglican Diocese of Calgary and New Westminster gave their apology to survivors, their families, friends and the Japanese Canadian...
Whenever you hear of Mio, a poor, small fishing village south-east of Osaka in Wakayama-ken, the name ‘Amerika Mura’ comes to mind. To the...
The results of the presidential election in the USA were shocking to everyone including, I think, the president-elect. The political pundits have been providing...
Call on the Federal Government to Repeal C-51, the Anti-terrorist Act, 2015 by Kathy Shimizu and Judy Hanazawa The Anti-terrorist Act is like the...
I was putting the first tray of lemon meringue tarts into the oven when I glanced at my phone. There was a voice mail...
Nisei growing up on Powell Streets in the 30s didn’t have that many toys so they had to improvise. Some boys picked chestnuts off...
Part two of the series, Community Records and the Human Experiences of the Uprooting of Japanese Canadians, by Eiji Okawa and Landscapes of Injustice Research...
I was born with a white man’s name. When I looked in the mirror, I never found a white person, nor a man. A mystifying misery of disconnection between what I saw in the mirror and what I felt like inside left me feeling very lonely. All I wanted to do was fit in and not have to contend with these feelings of alienation.
