Hi. I’m Sameer Vasta, a snail-mail boy living in an email world. I'm an over-user of the discretionary comma.

I pass my time reading my never-ending stack of library books, writing letters to penpals, and exploring the urban landscape on foot.

If you'd like to get in touch, feel free to send me an email or find me on Twitter.

Recent Posts

  • because white men can’t police their imagination Apr 24
    Black bodies have always been criminalized just for existing in public spaces, and the Starbucks situation is part of a broader systemic racism that is bigger than just one individual.
  • Thinking about sunk costs Apr 20
    Because of the sunk cost fallacy, too many of us sit through movies we don’t enjoy, complete reading books we find uninteresting, finish eating meals we find the opposite of delicious.
  • Memory is the muscle sting of now Apr 15
    Chariandy’s tale of growing up in Scarborough is song as memory. It is a lyrical, melodious, melancholic reverie passing through time to evoke memory through stories.
  • summer, somewhere Apr 15
    Today, as hail falls from the sky and the ground is covered in a sheet of ice, I thought it would be appropriate to share a few small excerpts from Danez Smith’s beautiful poem.
  • Taking pride in my work Apr 10
    Of all the projects I’ve had the opportunity to lead in my new role at work, I’m most proud of two, one of which launched today: our inclusion pledge and our diversity report.
  • All are welcome. Apr 06
    I spent the past few days in Treaty Seven territory, on the side of Sleeping Buffalo Mountain, at the Banff Centre for Arts and Creativity.
  • Not so young anymore Mar 31
    The transition from “young and excited public servant” to “mid-career public servant who tries to empower, enable, and mentor young and excited public servants” happens slowly, then all at once.
  • Yangjin’s boardinghouse Mar 27
    I though of Min Jin Lee’s Pachinko quite a bit as I ruminated on the idea of boarding houses offering independence to those who would not normally be able to afford that agency.
  • The world offers itself to your imagination Mar 22
    A friend of mine sent me a poem by Mary Oliver last week, and I have been thinking about it for a few days now.
  • Unearned redemption outside Ebbing, Missouri Mar 18
    It does not matter how entertaining a film may be when at the end, it reduces people of color to props upon which white characters “find themselves.”

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