speculative fish-ctions (Dr. Zoe Todd)
prairie fish stories // personal blog and website // for professional site see: fishphilosophy.org
Transformation Series II (2021) 
Ice Features (2021) 
untitled moss branch study (2021) 
untitled horse chestnut study (2021) 
Goldeye fish against golden background (2018) 
Burgess Shale Study (2019) 
Blob Fish (2016) 
coelacanth (2018) 
untitled prairie fish poem (2017) 
untitled ice (2021) 
untitled flowers against sunset (2021)
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on being a bad scholar (and making new containers or no containers at all)
Figure 1. Experiments in form (jewel toned abstract drawing evoking topography or maps). Zoe Todd, 2019. A few years ago, I had a cancer scare. It started when a beloved family pet was dying. I suddenly noticed some worrisome symptoms, and reached out to a Telehealth doctor. They weren’t taking any chances, and immediately recommended…
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Hollow-gram Indigeneity and the superficiality of colonial consumption (or: the unbearable flatness of fraud)
“Tribes are not vestiges of the past, but laboratories of the future.” — Vine DeLoria, Jr. (1965), quoted in Wilkins (2018). [alt text: image of a cream and light blue crayfish on a neon pink background with the words “I’m cray-ving Indigenous sovereignty” written below] […this post builds on a paper and quantum theoretical framework…
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Beyond ‘braiding’ Indigenous knowledges with western science and imperial systems (2023 CSPC and AAA conference text and some critical reading suggestions)
At the end of this post is the text of a talk I gave in November 2023 on a panel for the Canadian Science Policy Conference in Ottawa, as part of a panel entitled “Reconciliation through science: How ethical space drives science to action for all” (which I shared in a slightly altered format on…
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Dreams
Four years ago, I died. At least I’m certain that in at least one timeline, I did. I caught SARS-CoV-2 in the early stages of the pandemic. No vaccine, no treatment. I just rode it out. I subsequently caught pneumonia and underwent several rounds of antibiotics, the second round leaving a powerful metallic taste in…
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(coda)
Reality is a balance of probabilities. And every time I feel certain of which timeline I find myself in, which collapsed wave function can explain exactly which coordinates of space, time, and matter correlate to the stars I am staring up at in awe, things re-arrange, More than once I have found myself whispering ‘this…
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termites
The thing with the curse is, at some point, it has to go. It cannot distort space, time, and matter forever. The thing with this particular curse is, I had to let it go. It had weighed me down for so long, I had forgotten what it felt like to float. What it felt like…
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