Congress of the Humanities and Social Sciences 2014


I was honored to be one of the speakers at the Annual Meeting of the Canadian Society for the History and Philosophy of Mathematics held with the Congress of the Humanities and Social Sciences. Once again, I was speaking of various regional differences in the Soviet mathematics education.  The comments from the attendees were extremely helpful!

The program and the list of abstracts – including mine – can be found here:


The congress took place close to the Niagara Falls at Brock University in the city of St. Catharines (May 25th – 27th).

After the Meeting was over I took a detour to see the Falls.

The first thing that I saw upon exiting the university campus was a demolition site


followed by a ‘haunted’ – or just abandoned – house


The flowers along the side of the Niagara River smelled wonderful before the rain has started


and Americans are building something on their side of the falls





The Nemo Quarry: Mystery Unsolved

Once upon a time Mount Nemo was a home of a small operating quarry.  Then, “the regional Conservation Authority obtained  this land in 1959 to prevent expansion of a quarry operation.*
Over 50 years later, a narrow road leads to that quarry abandoned by humans and invaded by trees.

P1070329Upon turning left at the end of the road, human intruders are faced with a cascade of stones that resembles a fossilized waterfall.


A tall but fragile edge of the escarpment on the other side of the quarry is ready to crumble


The nature is heeling injuries inflicted by humans and maybe in the next 100 years the old quarry will stop being visible at all.


As I was walking through this quarry I was wondering what it was like to work there, what kind of stones were extracted, where were they delivered?

The only clue regarding the origins of this quarry that I was able to find was that one meager sentence from the Bruce Trail website.* If you know/were able to find more information, I would be happy to know that.



Longhouses, caught dreams and adopted trees

Imagine that you are 9 years old Iroquoian child living in a village in the 15th century. The summer is coming to an end but the sky is still this blue.


You live in a longhouse


And your neighbours are building another longhouse of their own.


There are hundreds of beautiful imperfections around you


When you want to have some peace, you sit on a stone by the lake


And when you are tired you can fall asleep under a beautiful dream catcher.


… Sometimes when you walk in the woods that this child has walked in, you almost forget that you are living in 2013., until you see a sign like this.    P1070211