<i>Background. Two posts to take it to where I am.</i><p> Ottawa, Ont. 1992 <p> The screening classrooms of Carleton University's film department were small and poorly ventilated-temperatures would soar and the projected images themselves shimmied and wavered through a pressure-cooker atmosphere of laboured breathing and trapped farts. Students' faces glistened in the dark from perspiration and post-adolescent oils, and our clothes clung lifelessly to our slumped frames. I sat in one of these rooms one day in 1992, and contemplated destroying my life.