When Kimveer Gill went on a tragic shooting rampage in the summer of 2006 at the Dawson College Campus in Montreal it brought out the usual introspective questioning a society searching for answers looks for.
"We're not used to this in Canada" is how one person put it to me. "This kind of American-style violence is not who we are," another said. Ah, the delusional Canadian. Is there any other kind?
No doubt, you can never get used to such an absurd act of violence. However, that doesn't mean we shouldn't be a little more aware by now. Where American violence sticks in our minds, the Canadian variation slides right of our backs.
Was this shooting a first for the city of Montreal?
No. As far as killing sprees go, before Gill there was Valery Fabrikant who opened fire and killed four colleagues at Concordia University. He is presently serving a life sentence. Prior to Fabrikant Marc Lépine killed 14 women at the University of Montreal. He took his own life just as Gill did.
In terms of a serial killer -though police have not officially classified it as such - in 1984, a stalker who was labeled the Montreal Boys Slasher killed two boys and possibly is connected to two other grisly deaths. He remains at large.
As you can tell we do have our own demons that have come through the city.
It's interesting to observe how Canadians react to heinous crimes. The perception is that when it happens in America it's the norm. When it happens in Canada we act as if it's the first time we ever see this on our soil. Canada has witnessed shooting and knife sprees in its schools. It has seen brutal school slayings. We've had high profile race killings (such as Native Indians) and famous mob ones (the Donnelly's). We've witnessed the horrible terrorist murder of politician Pierre Laporte committed by the Front de Liberation de Quebec (FLQ) in 1970 during the October Crisis. His killers remain heroes to some Quebec hard core nationalists. And mercy killings as documented by the Robert Latimer case.
Yet, we can't seem to remember.
The reality is that Canada has its own seedy list and legacy of killers- spree, serial or otherwise. In a larger context, Canadians seem to be less willing to accept this reality. Who knows? Maybe it's a defense mechanism. Canadians already exhibit an aloof outlook in international affairs so why not crime?
Many Canadians would be surprised to read in one sitting how many serial killers and infamous murderers have littered this country. So I complied one at end of this piece. I'm not a psychologist nor am I sociologist so don't ask me to put this in any criminalogical terms or to rationalize any of this. My point is that relative to public perception, we have had many notorious killers. More than we care to acknowledge.
What intrigues me, as I have mentioned earlier, is how quickly we forget. Canadians in general have a short memory when it comes to history so it's not surprising we do not realize the extent of our own bloody past. Our insular attitudes on the subject is further deepened by the fact that Canada is essentially a safe and peaceful country.
In America, a killer's fame seems to stick around for a while - thanks in part to sensationalist media techniques. When we think serial killer it conjures up images of movies like 'Natural Born Killers'. In the Canadian public imagination the names of American serial killers like Jeffrey Dahmer and Richard Ramirez trump many of our own. There are exceptions. For example, Paul Bernardo, Karla Homolka (who presently walks the streets of Montreal a free woman these days) and Clifford Olson.
Ironically, it is a Canadian who possibly will go down as the most infamous of them all: Dr. Thomas Neil Cream. His final chilling words before his hanging were, "I am Jack." As in Jack the Ripper.
Following is a list of Canadian spree and serial killers (solved or unsolved. Some of the names are the file names given by local police, media or the public in which the murders took place) in alphabetical order. Nor is this list, which includes 42 names, exhaustive.
Archambault Serge, Boden Wayne Clifford, BC Prostitute Killer, Canada Highway Murders, Canada Prostitute Murders, Charalambous Josephakis, Crawford John Martin. Edmonton Prostitute Killer, Evans Wesley Gareth. Fabrikant Valery, Ferrier Martin, Gill Kimveer,Green River Killer, Jordan Gilbert Paul, Krueger David Michael, Legere Allan Joseph (Madman of Miramichi), Lepine Marc, London Ontario Killer, Lortie Denis, McGray Michael Wayne, Montreal Boys Slasher, Montreal Gay Ripper,Moore Douglas Daniel, Mysterious Alberta Serial Killer, Nelson Earle Leonard. Niedermier Barry Thomas, Nugent Braeden Benjamin, NW Territories Headhunter, Olson Clifford Robert, Ontario´s Lovers Lane Killer, Pickton Robert William, Snow David Alexander, Toronto Hospital For Sick Children Murders, Toronto Prostitute Executioner,Toronto Prostitute Killer, Toronto Rape Slayer,Toronto Subway Killer, West Ronald Glenn, Williams Henry Robert, Winters Noel Michael, Wood Daniel William,Yeo Jonathan.
Sources: www.crimelibrary.com
www.crimezzz.net
2007-01-12
2007-01-11
It's About the Marketing, Stupid!

Soccer, football (whatever) fans everywhere must be shaking their heads in disbelief right about now. The L.A. Galaxy will officially pay David Beckham $250 million dollars. While not unprecedented, think Alex Rodriquez, it still staggers the mind. Is anyone truly worth that much? From what I hear, on the street a human body goes for $200 000. A-Rod and Becks may play two different sports but they are one and the same when it comes to creating their own personal marketing Kingdoms.
Shocking figures aside, good for them.
Beckham's value is not in his skills - though he does possess some. It lies in his marketability. Pure and simple. He can help sell MLS soccer and help to popularize the game in North America. To what degree it remains to be seen.
The Freddie Adu experiment didn't go so well. Of course, you can't really compare the two since Beckham has far more global reach and appeal. Actually, let me rephrase the making soccer popular bit. Soccer is already popular. It just needs to be branded and legitimized as a bona fide sport with television appeal. Pele, Franz Beckenbauer and Giorgio Chinaglia were the last big name stars to come to play here with the New York Cosmos of the defunct NASL. Will the MLS suffer the same fate?
The sports world is divided between purists and brand marketers and advertisers now. Depending where you sit it will determine your reaction to the signing. Beckham and Posh Spice are more flash than substance. Ok. That's a tad unfair. Beckham at least played for Manchester United and Real Madrid. So he had to have some substance. But I can't defend Posh. Regardless, they are now the strict domain of pop culture. Subheading: entertainment. Beckham will be making the cover of People more than he will Sports Illustrated. Wanna bet?
Does anyone remember Bend it Like Beckham? Me either. And this brings me to my next point. Where does David Beckham rank among the greatest players of all time? It's easy for the casual fan that does not follow soccer to assume he is the best player given the exposure he gets. But what's his worth among fans? Beckham is a dead ball specialist. He also possesses wickedly accurate passing skills. In other words, he's one-dimensional. Some may quip back that he was a right back and thus had enough skills but that's not the point. Relative to the hype his skills come up short.
That doesn't mean he wasn't an effective player. He was. I enjoyed watching him play immensely and for four or five years he was among the best players.
The answer to my not so rhetorical question is simple: he does not crack anyone's Top 11 or perhaps even 2nd team. More importantly, making a Top 100 would possibly be tough for him. Personally, I think he could make the list but I know of a few fans who don't think he would. Even within his specialty there are players equal to him if not better. Bend it Like Beckham could just as easily been Bend it Like any Brazilian or Argentine. As a matter of further fact, he is not even the greatest English footballer of all time. Bobby Charlton, Sir Stanley Matthews and Bobby Moore remain well ahead.
Who are among the top dead ball and set plays kickers today anyway? Set plays can sometimes be a crucial turning point in a game. Defenders have to be careful so as to not give up a foul in and around the area preceding the 18 meter box. There are many players who are deadly when given such an opportunity. Taking a free kick is an art form onto itself and it's a test of sheer skill. Next time you see such a play and you happen to witness a goal, pay attention to how the ball was struck and how it circumnavigated the wall of defenders. Needless to say, some of the most beautiful goals are scored off a free kick.
In no particular order here are some of the top free kickers in the world. Feel free to add to the list: Roberto Carlos (Brazil), Juninho (Brazil), Ronaldinho (Brazil), Deco (Portugal), Luis Figo (Portugal), Francesco Totti (Italy), Andrea Pirlo (Italy), Michael Ballack (Germany), David Beckham (England), Alessandro Del Piero (Italy), Juan Roman Riquelme (Argentina), Shunsuke Nakamura (Japan), Xavi Hernandez (Spain), Xabi Alonso (Spain) and before his retirement Zinadine Zidane (France)
So, David Beckham has reached the shores of the United States. We'll see if he'll be dining with the Prince of America Derek Jeter anytime soon.
"Mistakes were made."
And so with these words George W. Bush stood up and took responsibility before a skeptical nation. I knew at some point he would. He struck me as that kind of leader. Or at the very least, having the right people telling him what to do. Either way, it was a smart move. It diffuses the notion that he refuses to acknowledge there are problems in Iraq.
In any job or walk of life, everyone appreciates someone who admits his or her mistakes. It takes courage to admit flaws. Think about how hard it is to do so for a second for lesser things in our daily affairs. It's a natural human reaction to not want to admit you are wrong. It's to walk through the door and confess that is hard.
For the leader of the most powerful nation on earth to do so is even more impressive. Not one Arab leader has ever taken (to my knowledge anyway) responsibility for their own problems. Here in Canada, after the shameful scandal known as Gomery, not one lousy leader stood up and said "We did do it. We have failed. We stole money from the people. We will rebuild your trust. We apologize." Instead, they hid behind an inquiry (Canada's new national pass time by the way) like all arrogant politicians with no vision do. And now they act as if they are going to come back into power and all is perfect again. Canadians should not vote Liberal until they learn to stand up and be counted.
Bush has essentially increased his wager by adding troops. Not sure if 20 000 more will do it but he put his butt on the line before the people of America; the world. It basically means 20 000 versus local sectarian insurgents. At this point everything seems more black and white now. Either you believe America lost and you pull out or you feel it's time to force Iraq's accountability gene to come out. For that to happen it will take, well, 20 000 troops.
The best compromise is to make Iraq strong enough to stand on its own two feet. In other words, accept an Iraq that may be weaker than what was expected but at least sufficiently independent to take care of itself. That's what may pass as 'victory' now.
It may not be the right time to concede defeat. People like Pelosi seem to to be oblivious that perception is a powerful thing in the Mid-East. To us, pulling out is logical. To them it means something entirely different. President Bush, in this light, deserves one last benefit of the doubt. He extended his hand. Americans should consider rallying behind him.
Prime Minister of Australia John Howard makes his case. "You can't sort of have a middle position on this. You can't be sort of against what the president is trying to do and yet be in favor of defeating the terrorists in Iraq. You have to understand that if America, the most powerful country in the world, our strongest ally, is defeated in Iraq or retreats in circumstances of defeat in Iraq, that would be the greatest propaganda victory the terrorists could ever win."
The truth is that the option of pulling out of Iraq is no better than the mess that ensued the invasion. Two wrongs don't make a right. America must stay. Iraq needs to succeed. The implications of it doing so are wide and deep.
As for Iran and Syria. Well, they should have been dealt with years ago. Ignoring or engaging them at this point is a double edged sword soaked in blood.
I suppose 2007 is the moment of truth in Iraq.
What will be the tipping point?
In any job or walk of life, everyone appreciates someone who admits his or her mistakes. It takes courage to admit flaws. Think about how hard it is to do so for a second for lesser things in our daily affairs. It's a natural human reaction to not want to admit you are wrong. It's to walk through the door and confess that is hard.
For the leader of the most powerful nation on earth to do so is even more impressive. Not one Arab leader has ever taken (to my knowledge anyway) responsibility for their own problems. Here in Canada, after the shameful scandal known as Gomery, not one lousy leader stood up and said "We did do it. We have failed. We stole money from the people. We will rebuild your trust. We apologize." Instead, they hid behind an inquiry (Canada's new national pass time by the way) like all arrogant politicians with no vision do. And now they act as if they are going to come back into power and all is perfect again. Canadians should not vote Liberal until they learn to stand up and be counted.
Bush has essentially increased his wager by adding troops. Not sure if 20 000 more will do it but he put his butt on the line before the people of America; the world. It basically means 20 000 versus local sectarian insurgents. At this point everything seems more black and white now. Either you believe America lost and you pull out or you feel it's time to force Iraq's accountability gene to come out. For that to happen it will take, well, 20 000 troops.
The best compromise is to make Iraq strong enough to stand on its own two feet. In other words, accept an Iraq that may be weaker than what was expected but at least sufficiently independent to take care of itself. That's what may pass as 'victory' now.
It may not be the right time to concede defeat. People like Pelosi seem to to be oblivious that perception is a powerful thing in the Mid-East. To us, pulling out is logical. To them it means something entirely different. President Bush, in this light, deserves one last benefit of the doubt. He extended his hand. Americans should consider rallying behind him.
Prime Minister of Australia John Howard makes his case. "You can't sort of have a middle position on this. You can't be sort of against what the president is trying to do and yet be in favor of defeating the terrorists in Iraq. You have to understand that if America, the most powerful country in the world, our strongest ally, is defeated in Iraq or retreats in circumstances of defeat in Iraq, that would be the greatest propaganda victory the terrorists could ever win."
The truth is that the option of pulling out of Iraq is no better than the mess that ensued the invasion. Two wrongs don't make a right. America must stay. Iraq needs to succeed. The implications of it doing so are wide and deep.
As for Iran and Syria. Well, they should have been dealt with years ago. Ignoring or engaging them at this point is a double edged sword soaked in blood.
I suppose 2007 is the moment of truth in Iraq.
What will be the tipping point?
2007-01-10
Some Thoughts on the CFL
The CFL is one quirky, wacky league. That's the only way open this piece. Well, that and the fact that there's no reason to write about the league these days. Luckily, I don't have to answer to editors.If football is a proxy for how our business cultures operate then the CFL and NFL could not be any more different. The NFL had men like Lamar Hunt and Pete Rozelle to lead the it to sports supremacy in the United States. The CFL, is lovingly parochial and petty. Hmm. Sounds like Canada's political landscape. The CFL is more than a football league. It's pulse and conscience of an entire people! Well, maybe not but probably more than the NDP.
I have nothing against the CFL. I love watching Canadian football. It's the Wild West of football. The last great frontier where ideas and innovation still persist. Lest we forget the man-in-motion and shotgun came from the CFL.
But it's so utterly Canadian. As a result, it's easy to poke fun of it. If the CFL were a SCTV character it would have to be Merle Camembert played by Eugene Levy. Or Mr. Magoo. Take your pick.
God only knows how many times the CFL was saved from the throes of Camembert by Captain Canuck and Nelvana through the years. For you Americans, these are our superheroes. They may not be much but we're sticking with them.
One of the classic persistent running jokes in the CFL was that we had two teams with same name in a nine-team league. That's 22% of the league with the name Rough Riders. The Saskatchewan Roughriders and the Ottawa Rough Riders (as if making one two words and the other one would fool people) to be exact. It may have fooled people
in Regina and Ottawa but not this scribe.History lesson time. The reason why this happened was because the two teams came from separate leagues. Of course, in typical Canadian fashion rather than order one of the teams to change their names we opted to do nothing about it. So Ottawa were known as the Eastern Riders and Saskatchewan Western or Green Riders. For years it was, "which one is spelled one word?"
In the eyes of the CFL it was problem solved. Then Ottawa went bankrupt.
Problem solved permanently. You could hear the collective sigh and by league officials.
Not so quick boys. Since we're on the topic of names let us consider a couple more. One of the problems of the CFL is its marketability. Canadians too often opt for the NFL. Without facts, I am quite certain to conclude that there are more Miami Dolphins or Dallas Cowboys fans in Canada than any CFL team.
Let's start with the Montreal Alouettes. Alouettes? A traditional and catchy Quebecois folk song about plucking larks? We all learned and love the song in Quebec but are you kidding me? This is football. It's not the 'Order of Good Cheer.' The Hudson's Bay Company got out of the fur trade long ago.Most pro teams talk about basically killing their opponents. Us? We want to pluck them. The Alouettes were first formed in 1946 and the team named itself after the famous work song "Gentil Alouette." In the dustbin of cool history facts, during the Second World War the RCAF's 425 Bomber Squadron assumed the lark as its badge and the motto "Je te plumerai."
Now let's look at the Philadelphia Eagles sing along:
Fly Eagles fly, on the road to victory...Fight, Eagles Fight...
Score a touchdown 1,2,3...
Hit em' low, hit em' high, and watch our Eagles Fly...
Fly, Eagles fly, on the road to victory!
E A G L E S - Eagles!
Nothing about the Liberty Bell and stuff like that. Just fly, fight and win. Still, I will concede that under the right influence (beer) singing 'Gentil Alouette' is far more fun.
Memo to the Edmonton Eskimos. Eskimos is now deemed defunct as a term to describe the Inuit. Far from me to defend the meanies over at politically correct central but maybe it's time for the Esks to evolve? The Edmonton Inuits may not have the same ring to it but at least it stays in step with the mythology of the nice Canadian. On second thought, Eskimos is fine. If the Redskins can stay in Washington so can Eskimos in Edmonton I say!
What the hell is a Tiger-Cat? For this we delve into another installment of 'Sketches of a Canadian conversation at a football game.'"Dad, what's a Tiger-Cat?"
"Well son. A Tiger-Cat is a mythical ferocious but friendly Canadian feline that lives on the Canadian shield. But make no mistake about it. A Tiger-Cat will kill everything you ever loved. And always remember to say thank you, son."
"Wow."
After World War II, the two teams that played in Hamilton -the Tigers and the Wildcats-merged to form Hamilton Tiger-Cats. Pretty creative.
The made up name Tiger-Cat is also redundant. Like chicken hawk and tuna fish. I digress.
In case you're wondering where the cool name Blue Bombers came from. It wasn't name for any of Canada's awesome World War II fighter pilots or squadrons. Nope. It was named for a beer company. Labbatt Blue that is. At least, this is what I am told. Like I said, so Canadian.
The Canadian Football League. A gem, if not downright loony, of an institution that continues to, er, pluck along.
In case you haven't noticed, I don't just sight the problem. I offer solutions no matter how bad. With further ado - that's English - I offer my suggestions for new nicknames.
I submit the Hamilton Fighting Loons, Montreal French-speaking Polar Bears and Winnipeg B-52 Bombers - or the 52ers. Or the Winnipeg Sots.
2007-01-06
Paolo and Elton John
I never realized it until recently. Weird how things unfold as we tread forward on this thing we call life. To gain a better idea of what I'm taking about I need to take you back to 1986 or thereabouts. My family was gathered at my cousins' house one night. We were standing around for some reason when my cousin Paolo asked if he could go see Elton John at the old Montreal Forum.
I was 14 at the time, which meant he could not have been more than 17. Like any young teenagers, his brother (who was my age at the time) and I expressed interest in going also. Our parents were not convinced that they should let the three of us go on our own into the city. Luckily for us, my uncle was interested in going to the concert and was willing to take us. Paolo was persistent and he was not going to be denied. Permission was eventually granted.
It was to be our first major concert and we were thrilled. We may have been kids but we were sufficiently exposed to classic rock thanks to my older sister. I was aware of who the giants of rock were back then. I was not easily impressed by the sound of the 80s. But Elton John. Wow. Tumbleweed Connection was a favorite album back then and remains so until this day. Same with Madman Across the Water.
Paolo, who was a piano player, liked Sad Songs very much. I liked it also and one day I borrowed his 45 to record the song on my tape recorder. We didn't burn CD's in those days. Of the older classic penned by Bernie Taupin and composed by Elton John, Someone Saved My Life Tonight also held a special place in his musical heart.
The concert was everything we thought it would be. Elton John was as flamboyant as ever, wearing his signature wild costumes as he emphatically hammered away on his legendary piano. We were high up in the nosebleeds - as they were called - but we brought along and shared a pair of binoculars. It made no difference to us. The binoculars were powerful enough for us to see those famous gapped teeth.
Paolo was ecstatic before and after the concert. It was the last outing we would ever share together. Several years later Paolo was driving along a road when he mysteriously decided to pull over. Right then and there his life ended. Just like that, without warning. A doctor noticed him as he lay motionless in the car. The kind man tried to revive him but was unsuccessful. Paolo was 25 years old.
Not so long ago I brought some CD's with me into my car. I usually just grab the first CD that comes into my hands to insert in the CD player. The first song that came on that day was Someone Saved My Life Tonight. I had not heard the song in quite some time. Prior to this, I had listened to it a million tomes but that day it had a special meaning. I immediately thought of Paolo. The irony of the words was not lost on me. No one could save him that day. The angels had different plans for him.
I never had a chance to return the 45. In fact, I still have one of his books. I plan to keep them. The title may be Sad Songs but something tells me he is in a happy place.
For Paolo Calabro
I was 14 at the time, which meant he could not have been more than 17. Like any young teenagers, his brother (who was my age at the time) and I expressed interest in going also. Our parents were not convinced that they should let the three of us go on our own into the city. Luckily for us, my uncle was interested in going to the concert and was willing to take us. Paolo was persistent and he was not going to be denied. Permission was eventually granted.
It was to be our first major concert and we were thrilled. We may have been kids but we were sufficiently exposed to classic rock thanks to my older sister. I was aware of who the giants of rock were back then. I was not easily impressed by the sound of the 80s. But Elton John. Wow. Tumbleweed Connection was a favorite album back then and remains so until this day. Same with Madman Across the Water.
Paolo, who was a piano player, liked Sad Songs very much. I liked it also and one day I borrowed his 45 to record the song on my tape recorder. We didn't burn CD's in those days. Of the older classic penned by Bernie Taupin and composed by Elton John, Someone Saved My Life Tonight also held a special place in his musical heart.
The concert was everything we thought it would be. Elton John was as flamboyant as ever, wearing his signature wild costumes as he emphatically hammered away on his legendary piano. We were high up in the nosebleeds - as they were called - but we brought along and shared a pair of binoculars. It made no difference to us. The binoculars were powerful enough for us to see those famous gapped teeth.
Paolo was ecstatic before and after the concert. It was the last outing we would ever share together. Several years later Paolo was driving along a road when he mysteriously decided to pull over. Right then and there his life ended. Just like that, without warning. A doctor noticed him as he lay motionless in the car. The kind man tried to revive him but was unsuccessful. Paolo was 25 years old.
Not so long ago I brought some CD's with me into my car. I usually just grab the first CD that comes into my hands to insert in the CD player. The first song that came on that day was Someone Saved My Life Tonight. I had not heard the song in quite some time. Prior to this, I had listened to it a million tomes but that day it had a special meaning. I immediately thought of Paolo. The irony of the words was not lost on me. No one could save him that day. The angels had different plans for him.
I never had a chance to return the 45. In fact, I still have one of his books. I plan to keep them. The title may be Sad Songs but something tells me he is in a happy place.
For Paolo Calabro
2007-01-02
FQ's with O Machine's Luke Buckham
Welcome to another installment of Five Questions. Today's guest is Luke Buckham. Hmmm. Two of my first guests are from New Hampshire. What gives? Enjoy. He's very talented. Luke blogs at O Machine. The link can be found under the Blinks category on this site.
Bio:
Luke Buckham is 26 years old. He lives in Keene, New Hampshire in a small
but wonderfully functional apartment which he shares with a daddy-long-legs
spider. Daddy-long-legs possess a poison more powerful than that of the
black widow, but their tiny jaws are too small to transmit the poison to
human beings; so it is possible for us to live in peace with one another.
Mr. Buckham has written over seven thousand books. He is currently
recording experimental music with a group called Mister Bones & Madame X.
1) What is the state of poetry in contemporary times? Are we disinterested
and indifferent to literature and the arts at large?
I have a few friends who frequently write brilliant poetry, make brilliant
music, and paint brilliant paintings. And I spend a lot of my free time
poking around in little record shops, bookstores and libraries; I always
find something interesting. So for me, the state of the arts is healthy and
exciting.
There are a great many people who are passionately interested in what's
happening in every imaginable art form, but their interests are not
portrayed or catered to by the mainstream media. Good taste is always a
minority characteristic, but that minority is now larger than it has ever
been: there are (at least according to recorded history) more people on this
planet than ever before, and more of them know how to read and write than
ever before. So there is a vast audience for anyone who wants to make an
impact with poetry, or with any art form. It will take guts, massive
talent, and gamble, as well as a Warholian instinct for self-marketing, for
a good poet to break through to a wider audience with a medium as demanding
as poetry, but it does happen occasionally, usually for the wrong reasons.
The truly great writer Charles Bukowski, for example, now has a following of
many thousands of people in America, but most of them don't seem to be
capable of understanding the deeper implications of his work. They seem to
be drawn primarily by his rock star status, by his outlaw mystique. But
surely many of them are also intoxicated by the writing itself. I'm just
glad whenever anybody's reading something other than the daily newspaper.
Even a superficial appreciation of a great artist is better than no
appreciation at all; it does have an effect, even if that effect is less
than what the artist themselves may have originally hoped. It's true that
the best-selling American book of poetry of all time is Jewel's 'A Night
Without Armor'--and it's true that her book is awful--but who cares? Fads
come and go, but a thousand years from now, barring the total extinction of
the human race, someone will still be reading Walt Whitman, and nobody will
have ever heard of Jewel.
2) Where is blogging heading? Will it revolutionize anything as some claim
it will?
Blogging is instantaneous. There was time when, if one wanted hundreds or
thousands of people to read one's work, one would have to go through a
publishing process in which the work in question would be scrutinized and
criticized. Not always wisely, either, but there was at least a vague idea
that some literary standards must be upheld, or, at the very least, that the
work in question had to have a selling point. Then, after months of
production and promotion effort, the work in question would finally be
unleashed on the public. Or, one could try to get published in magazines,
but even a spectacular success in that arena was not nearly so quick a fix
as blogging. True, most blogs get relatively few hits, but it's the fact
that the medium can be accessed by millions of people all over the world
that is intoxicating to many.
Right now, anyone with the barest minimum of computer literacy (I myself
blog and know hardly anything about computers; there are many simple blogger
features that I still haven't figured out how to use, but posting is easy)
can log on daily and fling their thoughts, or their thoughtlessness, at
anyone and everyone who happens to be surfing the Internet. Like any
democracy, this allows for a flood of public sloppiness and mediocrity, but
dictatorships flood the world with mediocrity too: the mediocre tastes of
the dictator. And, like any democracy, it is not really a democracy. In
fact, right now, large companies are seeking to make it harder for certain
sites to be quickly and efficiently accessed: and they will be successful,
because they own our "representatives" (in many cases they ARE our
representatives) and control virtually every choice they make.
Anti-authoritarian thought is not good for big business. Thus, websites
that encourage rebellion, even (especially?) peaceful, humorous rebellion,
must be made harder to access.
But there is not much for our dark masters to fear in the world of blogging.
Even a cursory scan of blogs will reveal that the vast majority of sites
are horribly boring; they generally consist of a few hasty, sloppy diary
entries, most of which show no talent for writing, or even a desire for
meaningful communication. Blogging is primarily a showcase for shallow
narcissism. It allows everyone with access to the Internet to reach at
least a few hundred people with accounts of last night's party, last night's
new haircut, last night's sexual experience, etc, simply for the sake of
advertising one's surface to the world, in hopes of getting laid or
otherwise attracting admiration (this is part of the reason I blog as well,
but I hope I can at least EARN admiration).
In other words, blogging is very much like the rest of human existence. It
has not, and will not, revolutionize anything: it is just the latest
technological manifestation of humanity's agonizingly slow evolution (but
are we even evolving?). Blogging is not a new problem, or a new solution to
anything. But it is evidence that most human beings have nothing of worth
to impart, even when they are given more than adequate space, leisure time
and tools to educate themselves, and the freedom to express nearly anything
at all. Blogging reveals this sad truth: it did not create it, and to the
extent that it encourages it, well, if blogging were to be eliminated from
the face of the earth, something else would quickly take its place and
reveal the same awful truth.
I work in a convenience store. The hundreds of conversations I overhear on
a daily basis are sufficient evidence of the lack of thought and focus that
comprise most people's lives; I was aware of this before Blogger and Myspace
came along.
3) Is this a 'so-called' war on terror or is it a legitimate fight?
Why use the word "war" at all? War on poverty, war on drugs, war on
ignorance, war on intolerance: many people are using a warlike language for
everything, and that shows a serious lack of imagination, as well as a
serious depth of fear. The language of warfare points to a widespread
willingness to use massive violence to obliterate problems (read: people).
In other words: most of us are probably terrorists at heart, but those who
use the word "war" to describe any of their quests are openly engaging in
the worship of anger, in the worship of force in and of itself; they are
engaging in outrage for outrage's sake, partly because outrage sells and
feeds business as usual, whereas any attempt at mercy would stop us in our
tracks and require of us a long, initially agonizing look in the mirror.
When the "Cold War" "ended", those who, for various reasons, wanted America
to continue to build up its military might, and find conquests for that
military to carry out, knew that a new ever-present enemy was needed.
"Terror" is the perfect enemy, since terrorists (My definition of a
terrorist is anyone who thinks violence can often, as opposed to rarely,
solve problems; this includes a lot of people. But any other definition of
terrorism also includes a lot of people) exist in every country and probably
always will. As countries rise and fall, and political landscapes dissolve,
terrorists will continue to pop up everywhere. Thus, this really is a war
without end: a perfect situation for those who want to continue to rake in
massive revenues through military spending indefinitely. And a perfect
situation for those who believe that the only alternative to dominating and
intimidating others is to be enslaved by them. It's also the perfect way to
intimidate and terrify a largely decadent, arrogant, fat-assed, ignorant and
complacent people, who have grown used to predictable, cushy routine. The
unpredictability of terrorism, the threat of the unexpected, makes them shit
their pants and cling to authority.
There is another level on which a struggle against "terror" is perfectly
legitimate, just as a struggle against apathy, or a study of dishonesty,
would be perfectly legitimate, provided it did not claim that ultimate
victory was possible, and provided that it did not use massive force as a
primary option. That is just part of the problem with the way many people
(usually politicians) frame the "war on terror": they insist, or at least
suggest, that ultimate victory is possible, as if it were possible to remove
every discordant and disturbing element not only from humanity, but also
from human nature. That idea is bullshit; and I believe it is often
deliberate bullshit, meant to further American military power and American
interests. It will have the exact opposite effect. America has already
overreached its military capabilities, and it will someday fall into
humiliating disarray, as all empires have. Our attempt to regulate the
entire globe will continue to fail miserably, and create new resentments,
new wars, until we take a very hard fall. America will almost certainly
survive as a country: Rome and Greece and Sweden still exist too, but they
are hardly in their glory days.
There really are people who hate others for their success, their beauty,
their achievements. That this beauty and these achievements are often
dubious and corrupt is not beside the point, but there will always be people
in the world who are hungry to violently avenge themselves on others because
of jealousy, or fear, or moral indignation. But maybe this is the real
meaning of "terror": the "war on terror" is perhaps the quest of those who
doubt the validity of their own achievements against those who take those
achievements too seriously and wish to destroy them. Those who believe that
massive violence is a valid means tend to fear that old "he who lives by the
sword..." proverb. And they try to prove the proverb wrong, and they are
afraid that a successful act of violence perpetrated against them will prove
that they are inferior to the perpetrator.
Think about this for a minute: what kind of reactions do you think
terrorists expect? What kind of reactions do you think that they desire?
Do you think they expect to be forgiven, to be bombarded with flowers and
chocolates in response to their cataclysmic successes? Would such a
response aid their agendas, and prove their preconceptions about the Great
Satan? Would it help them win converts?
Of course, no serious person would recommend responding to a terrorist
attack with flowers and chocolates. Serious people do serious things: they
murder and injure millions of people in order to bring peace and happiness
to the world, and to bring an end to resentment and jealousy. Serious
people have serious answers to serious questions. For example: how can one
make an ordinary missile or bomb a more devastating, effective, and
frightening weapon? Answer: spike the weapon with depleted uranium. In
this, they are absolutely correct. How can one argue with such quick,
efficient answers, brought to us by such highly educated and respectable
people?
4) Is America inherently evil with some good tendencies/intentions or is it
good with some naughty intentions?
What is America? It is not a person. It is not even an idea; not a single
idea, at any rate. America is a country: a place with borders, founded on
ideas, some of them confused and contradictory, some of them quite good, and
many of which have never been successfully put into practice. Like all
nations, we were founded by imperfect, noble, hypocritical people with
imperfect ideas. And like all nations, our citizens are radically different
from each other: many of them are constantly at odds with many of their
fellow citizens, some for good reasons, some for terrible reasons. Any
country presents us with a truly radical diversity. How can one seriously
size up the morality of such a divergent, chaotic, many-headed and wildly
variable conglomoration of folks? How could any entire nation be inherently
evil, or evil at all? It's hard enough to size up the morality of a single
person, much less an entire nation. And to the extent that our nation has a
sort of belief system, most people are not aquainted with that belief
system, and would have a tough time following it.
"Naughty" is a very cute word. I associate it with crotchless panties
(though there is nothing really naughty about those, in my view; they're
just good, ridiculous fun). I don't think it describes the genuine dangers
of the power which our nation wields, usually unwisely. But I'll permit
myself this generalization as my own third-option answer: I don't think the
average American is morally all that different from the average person
anywhere else on the globe. Culture, fashion, language, tradition, and
government all conspire to make it seem otherwise; the truth is, I believe,
simpler, in this case. People of different countries may sometimes appear
to behave very differently from each other, but when you look at how they
choose to go about their daily business, they are morally very similar to
each us; similar, too, in how they radically differ from one another.
Here's a good idea for a head-clearing bumper sticker: AMERICA DOES NOT
EXIST. And really, how could it exist? After all, most Americans know very
little about America, which makes it pretty hard to bring it into being.
5) Who would you recommend for readers interested in poetry to start off
with?
Do what you do when entering the realm of any other art form, or for that
matter, any experience: find out what turns you on. Spend many hours in the
poetry section of your local bookstore of library and rummage through the
books until something excites you. It'll be like making love for the first
time, successfully defying your elders for the first time, or getting drunk
for the first time, or even like getting into your first fistfight; there
will be a heart-pouding feeling of barriers falling, boundaries both real
and imaginary being trespassed: a whole new key to viewing existence, if you
want it.
Notice that I said many, many hours are needed to find your poet. It's
true. Any reader who is really interested in poetry has lots of time to
read it, even if it means sleeping less and eating less than other people.
Once you find a poet who blows your mind, find out what they read, and then
read those poets, too; and on and on and on, in that fashion. If you don't
have time for this kind of activity, kill yourself.
I read poetry for only one reason: to be entertained. If I learn something
in the process, great, but I'm here for the fireworks. Poets who show me a
good time include John Berryman, Claude Gauvreau, Etheridge Knight, Rennie
Sparks, Cesar Vallejo, Mitsuharu Kaneko, Frederick Seidel, Umar Khayyam,
Mina Loy, Blaise Cendrars, Aime Cesaire, Catullus, David Berman,
Rabindranath Tagore, Captain Beefheart, Stephen Crane, Ikkyu, Sharon Olds,
Zahrad, Greg Devlin, Philip Larkin, Sappho, Andre Breton, Ted Hughes, Werner
Herzog, Robinson Jeffers, Ezra Pound, James Tate, Guillaume Apollinaire,
John Cale, Paul Celan, Joe Wenderoth, and Elizabeth Bishop.
Every one of these people is ten thousand times more important than the next
president of the USA. And I thank you for ending with this question,
because it is more important than any of the others.
*****
Some Russian whack-job named Fyodor Dostoyevsky once said this: "Beauty will
save the world."
What an idiot!
Bio:
Luke Buckham is 26 years old. He lives in Keene, New Hampshire in a small
but wonderfully functional apartment which he shares with a daddy-long-legs
spider. Daddy-long-legs possess a poison more powerful than that of the
black widow, but their tiny jaws are too small to transmit the poison to
human beings; so it is possible for us to live in peace with one another.
Mr. Buckham has written over seven thousand books. He is currently
recording experimental music with a group called Mister Bones & Madame X.
1) What is the state of poetry in contemporary times? Are we disinterested
and indifferent to literature and the arts at large?
I have a few friends who frequently write brilliant poetry, make brilliant
music, and paint brilliant paintings. And I spend a lot of my free time
poking around in little record shops, bookstores and libraries; I always
find something interesting. So for me, the state of the arts is healthy and
exciting.
There are a great many people who are passionately interested in what's
happening in every imaginable art form, but their interests are not
portrayed or catered to by the mainstream media. Good taste is always a
minority characteristic, but that minority is now larger than it has ever
been: there are (at least according to recorded history) more people on this
planet than ever before, and more of them know how to read and write than
ever before. So there is a vast audience for anyone who wants to make an
impact with poetry, or with any art form. It will take guts, massive
talent, and gamble, as well as a Warholian instinct for self-marketing, for
a good poet to break through to a wider audience with a medium as demanding
as poetry, but it does happen occasionally, usually for the wrong reasons.
The truly great writer Charles Bukowski, for example, now has a following of
many thousands of people in America, but most of them don't seem to be
capable of understanding the deeper implications of his work. They seem to
be drawn primarily by his rock star status, by his outlaw mystique. But
surely many of them are also intoxicated by the writing itself. I'm just
glad whenever anybody's reading something other than the daily newspaper.
Even a superficial appreciation of a great artist is better than no
appreciation at all; it does have an effect, even if that effect is less
than what the artist themselves may have originally hoped. It's true that
the best-selling American book of poetry of all time is Jewel's 'A Night
Without Armor'--and it's true that her book is awful--but who cares? Fads
come and go, but a thousand years from now, barring the total extinction of
the human race, someone will still be reading Walt Whitman, and nobody will
have ever heard of Jewel.
2) Where is blogging heading? Will it revolutionize anything as some claim
it will?
Blogging is instantaneous. There was time when, if one wanted hundreds or
thousands of people to read one's work, one would have to go through a
publishing process in which the work in question would be scrutinized and
criticized. Not always wisely, either, but there was at least a vague idea
that some literary standards must be upheld, or, at the very least, that the
work in question had to have a selling point. Then, after months of
production and promotion effort, the work in question would finally be
unleashed on the public. Or, one could try to get published in magazines,
but even a spectacular success in that arena was not nearly so quick a fix
as blogging. True, most blogs get relatively few hits, but it's the fact
that the medium can be accessed by millions of people all over the world
that is intoxicating to many.
Right now, anyone with the barest minimum of computer literacy (I myself
blog and know hardly anything about computers; there are many simple blogger
features that I still haven't figured out how to use, but posting is easy)
can log on daily and fling their thoughts, or their thoughtlessness, at
anyone and everyone who happens to be surfing the Internet. Like any
democracy, this allows for a flood of public sloppiness and mediocrity, but
dictatorships flood the world with mediocrity too: the mediocre tastes of
the dictator. And, like any democracy, it is not really a democracy. In
fact, right now, large companies are seeking to make it harder for certain
sites to be quickly and efficiently accessed: and they will be successful,
because they own our "representatives" (in many cases they ARE our
representatives) and control virtually every choice they make.
Anti-authoritarian thought is not good for big business. Thus, websites
that encourage rebellion, even (especially?) peaceful, humorous rebellion,
must be made harder to access.
But there is not much for our dark masters to fear in the world of blogging.
Even a cursory scan of blogs will reveal that the vast majority of sites
are horribly boring; they generally consist of a few hasty, sloppy diary
entries, most of which show no talent for writing, or even a desire for
meaningful communication. Blogging is primarily a showcase for shallow
narcissism. It allows everyone with access to the Internet to reach at
least a few hundred people with accounts of last night's party, last night's
new haircut, last night's sexual experience, etc, simply for the sake of
advertising one's surface to the world, in hopes of getting laid or
otherwise attracting admiration (this is part of the reason I blog as well,
but I hope I can at least EARN admiration).
In other words, blogging is very much like the rest of human existence. It
has not, and will not, revolutionize anything: it is just the latest
technological manifestation of humanity's agonizingly slow evolution (but
are we even evolving?). Blogging is not a new problem, or a new solution to
anything. But it is evidence that most human beings have nothing of worth
to impart, even when they are given more than adequate space, leisure time
and tools to educate themselves, and the freedom to express nearly anything
at all. Blogging reveals this sad truth: it did not create it, and to the
extent that it encourages it, well, if blogging were to be eliminated from
the face of the earth, something else would quickly take its place and
reveal the same awful truth.
I work in a convenience store. The hundreds of conversations I overhear on
a daily basis are sufficient evidence of the lack of thought and focus that
comprise most people's lives; I was aware of this before Blogger and Myspace
came along.
3) Is this a 'so-called' war on terror or is it a legitimate fight?
Why use the word "war" at all? War on poverty, war on drugs, war on
ignorance, war on intolerance: many people are using a warlike language for
everything, and that shows a serious lack of imagination, as well as a
serious depth of fear. The language of warfare points to a widespread
willingness to use massive violence to obliterate problems (read: people).
In other words: most of us are probably terrorists at heart, but those who
use the word "war" to describe any of their quests are openly engaging in
the worship of anger, in the worship of force in and of itself; they are
engaging in outrage for outrage's sake, partly because outrage sells and
feeds business as usual, whereas any attempt at mercy would stop us in our
tracks and require of us a long, initially agonizing look in the mirror.
When the "Cold War" "ended", those who, for various reasons, wanted America
to continue to build up its military might, and find conquests for that
military to carry out, knew that a new ever-present enemy was needed.
"Terror" is the perfect enemy, since terrorists (My definition of a
terrorist is anyone who thinks violence can often, as opposed to rarely,
solve problems; this includes a lot of people. But any other definition of
terrorism also includes a lot of people) exist in every country and probably
always will. As countries rise and fall, and political landscapes dissolve,
terrorists will continue to pop up everywhere. Thus, this really is a war
without end: a perfect situation for those who want to continue to rake in
massive revenues through military spending indefinitely. And a perfect
situation for those who believe that the only alternative to dominating and
intimidating others is to be enslaved by them. It's also the perfect way to
intimidate and terrify a largely decadent, arrogant, fat-assed, ignorant and
complacent people, who have grown used to predictable, cushy routine. The
unpredictability of terrorism, the threat of the unexpected, makes them shit
their pants and cling to authority.
There is another level on which a struggle against "terror" is perfectly
legitimate, just as a struggle against apathy, or a study of dishonesty,
would be perfectly legitimate, provided it did not claim that ultimate
victory was possible, and provided that it did not use massive force as a
primary option. That is just part of the problem with the way many people
(usually politicians) frame the "war on terror": they insist, or at least
suggest, that ultimate victory is possible, as if it were possible to remove
every discordant and disturbing element not only from humanity, but also
from human nature. That idea is bullshit; and I believe it is often
deliberate bullshit, meant to further American military power and American
interests. It will have the exact opposite effect. America has already
overreached its military capabilities, and it will someday fall into
humiliating disarray, as all empires have. Our attempt to regulate the
entire globe will continue to fail miserably, and create new resentments,
new wars, until we take a very hard fall. America will almost certainly
survive as a country: Rome and Greece and Sweden still exist too, but they
are hardly in their glory days.
There really are people who hate others for their success, their beauty,
their achievements. That this beauty and these achievements are often
dubious and corrupt is not beside the point, but there will always be people
in the world who are hungry to violently avenge themselves on others because
of jealousy, or fear, or moral indignation. But maybe this is the real
meaning of "terror": the "war on terror" is perhaps the quest of those who
doubt the validity of their own achievements against those who take those
achievements too seriously and wish to destroy them. Those who believe that
massive violence is a valid means tend to fear that old "he who lives by the
sword..." proverb. And they try to prove the proverb wrong, and they are
afraid that a successful act of violence perpetrated against them will prove
that they are inferior to the perpetrator.
Think about this for a minute: what kind of reactions do you think
terrorists expect? What kind of reactions do you think that they desire?
Do you think they expect to be forgiven, to be bombarded with flowers and
chocolates in response to their cataclysmic successes? Would such a
response aid their agendas, and prove their preconceptions about the Great
Satan? Would it help them win converts?
Of course, no serious person would recommend responding to a terrorist
attack with flowers and chocolates. Serious people do serious things: they
murder and injure millions of people in order to bring peace and happiness
to the world, and to bring an end to resentment and jealousy. Serious
people have serious answers to serious questions. For example: how can one
make an ordinary missile or bomb a more devastating, effective, and
frightening weapon? Answer: spike the weapon with depleted uranium. In
this, they are absolutely correct. How can one argue with such quick,
efficient answers, brought to us by such highly educated and respectable
people?
4) Is America inherently evil with some good tendencies/intentions or is it
good with some naughty intentions?
What is America? It is not a person. It is not even an idea; not a single
idea, at any rate. America is a country: a place with borders, founded on
ideas, some of them confused and contradictory, some of them quite good, and
many of which have never been successfully put into practice. Like all
nations, we were founded by imperfect, noble, hypocritical people with
imperfect ideas. And like all nations, our citizens are radically different
from each other: many of them are constantly at odds with many of their
fellow citizens, some for good reasons, some for terrible reasons. Any
country presents us with a truly radical diversity. How can one seriously
size up the morality of such a divergent, chaotic, many-headed and wildly
variable conglomoration of folks? How could any entire nation be inherently
evil, or evil at all? It's hard enough to size up the morality of a single
person, much less an entire nation. And to the extent that our nation has a
sort of belief system, most people are not aquainted with that belief
system, and would have a tough time following it.
"Naughty" is a very cute word. I associate it with crotchless panties
(though there is nothing really naughty about those, in my view; they're
just good, ridiculous fun). I don't think it describes the genuine dangers
of the power which our nation wields, usually unwisely. But I'll permit
myself this generalization as my own third-option answer: I don't think the
average American is morally all that different from the average person
anywhere else on the globe. Culture, fashion, language, tradition, and
government all conspire to make it seem otherwise; the truth is, I believe,
simpler, in this case. People of different countries may sometimes appear
to behave very differently from each other, but when you look at how they
choose to go about their daily business, they are morally very similar to
each us; similar, too, in how they radically differ from one another.
Here's a good idea for a head-clearing bumper sticker: AMERICA DOES NOT
EXIST. And really, how could it exist? After all, most Americans know very
little about America, which makes it pretty hard to bring it into being.
5) Who would you recommend for readers interested in poetry to start off
with?
Do what you do when entering the realm of any other art form, or for that
matter, any experience: find out what turns you on. Spend many hours in the
poetry section of your local bookstore of library and rummage through the
books until something excites you. It'll be like making love for the first
time, successfully defying your elders for the first time, or getting drunk
for the first time, or even like getting into your first fistfight; there
will be a heart-pouding feeling of barriers falling, boundaries both real
and imaginary being trespassed: a whole new key to viewing existence, if you
want it.
Notice that I said many, many hours are needed to find your poet. It's
true. Any reader who is really interested in poetry has lots of time to
read it, even if it means sleeping less and eating less than other people.
Once you find a poet who blows your mind, find out what they read, and then
read those poets, too; and on and on and on, in that fashion. If you don't
have time for this kind of activity, kill yourself.
I read poetry for only one reason: to be entertained. If I learn something
in the process, great, but I'm here for the fireworks. Poets who show me a
good time include John Berryman, Claude Gauvreau, Etheridge Knight, Rennie
Sparks, Cesar Vallejo, Mitsuharu Kaneko, Frederick Seidel, Umar Khayyam,
Mina Loy, Blaise Cendrars, Aime Cesaire, Catullus, David Berman,
Rabindranath Tagore, Captain Beefheart, Stephen Crane, Ikkyu, Sharon Olds,
Zahrad, Greg Devlin, Philip Larkin, Sappho, Andre Breton, Ted Hughes, Werner
Herzog, Robinson Jeffers, Ezra Pound, James Tate, Guillaume Apollinaire,
John Cale, Paul Celan, Joe Wenderoth, and Elizabeth Bishop.
Every one of these people is ten thousand times more important than the next
president of the USA. And I thank you for ending with this question,
because it is more important than any of the others.
*****
Some Russian whack-job named Fyodor Dostoyevsky once said this: "Beauty will
save the world."
What an idiot!
2007-01-01
The Cinéma de Paris. The Montreal Mirror and its Annual Lame Top Five Lists
Between and after classes during my university days I used to frequent the Cinéma de Paris.
The CDP was a rickety, arsty repertoire film house. It wasn't luxurious by any modern standards and mainstreamers weren't going to appreciate going to such a place - especially on a date.
The cinema was the only place in Montreal (that I am aware of. I know the Rialto - now closed - used to occasionally show films but not in any standard way like the Paris) where Montrealers could go out and catch classic films on a regular basis. It was, well, a part of the Montreal cultural landscape. A landmark to many. All sorts of colorful Montreal characters and personalities would be found within its walls.
I'm not exactly sure when but the CDP moved from sinful Ste. Catherine street in the mid 90s to Park Ave. (soon to unfortuantely be renamed Robert Bourassa). By the time it moved I was working in the West end of the city and living in the Northend. Getting to the cinema became increasingly difficult.
Alas, never take things for granted. I always thought that it would be there. While I did manage to go a few times, the visits were too few and far between.
The Cinema de Paris closed its doors forever. Now we're stuck with whatever the big, pathetic movie corporations stuff down our throats. Everything is so formulaic now.
-Every year the Montreal Mirror publishes its top 5 everything lists. Top 5 Mexican restaurants, top 5 best places to loiter, top 5 best place to piss and so on.
Apparently Montrealers think Pizza Hut serves the best pizza in town. Pizza Hut? Double Pizza and Domino's also cracked the top 5. I won't even bother with the top Italian restaurants list.
It's official. Montreal has lost its ability to judge good food and with it its culinary mind.
-What is it with Q92 FM and its obsession with the song 'Easy Lover' by Phillip Bailey and Phil Collins? Was this song ordained the ultimate classic hit of the 80s to be played every single damn day?
I don't listen to Montreal radio. It, for all intents and purposes sucks -for a lack of a better word. So how I do know they play that song? My wife listens to the station everyday and I happen to be around on break. That timing is impeccable. That's how I know. When I asked about the song being overplayed she said, "Never thought of it. But now that you mention it, it is weird." There you go.
It reminds of me of the episode on WKRP when Mrs. Carlson decided to automate the station. Thus removing the creative juices of the program director Andy Travis. The show made a prescient point about the death of radio as a creative art form. Like I said, it's all about blueprints now. Gone are the days when you could go knock on doors and give your music demos to DJ's. In Canada it's a double whammy because we don't support our own stuff - unless it is accompnaied with the communism of Canaidan content rules. We have to beg our own to play our stuff. By extension, lost are the days when you could go to your local grocer and sell a product directly to the owner and earn yourself a shot at a decent living.
All roads with pot holes lead to Toronto now.
The CDP was a rickety, arsty repertoire film house. It wasn't luxurious by any modern standards and mainstreamers weren't going to appreciate going to such a place - especially on a date.
The cinema was the only place in Montreal (that I am aware of. I know the Rialto - now closed - used to occasionally show films but not in any standard way like the Paris) where Montrealers could go out and catch classic films on a regular basis. It was, well, a part of the Montreal cultural landscape. A landmark to many. All sorts of colorful Montreal characters and personalities would be found within its walls.
I'm not exactly sure when but the CDP moved from sinful Ste. Catherine street in the mid 90s to Park Ave. (soon to unfortuantely be renamed Robert Bourassa). By the time it moved I was working in the West end of the city and living in the Northend. Getting to the cinema became increasingly difficult.
Alas, never take things for granted. I always thought that it would be there. While I did manage to go a few times, the visits were too few and far between.
The Cinema de Paris closed its doors forever. Now we're stuck with whatever the big, pathetic movie corporations stuff down our throats. Everything is so formulaic now.
-Every year the Montreal Mirror publishes its top 5 everything lists. Top 5 Mexican restaurants, top 5 best places to loiter, top 5 best place to piss and so on.
Apparently Montrealers think Pizza Hut serves the best pizza in town. Pizza Hut? Double Pizza and Domino's also cracked the top 5. I won't even bother with the top Italian restaurants list.
It's official. Montreal has lost its ability to judge good food and with it its culinary mind.
-What is it with Q92 FM and its obsession with the song 'Easy Lover' by Phillip Bailey and Phil Collins? Was this song ordained the ultimate classic hit of the 80s to be played every single damn day?
I don't listen to Montreal radio. It, for all intents and purposes sucks -for a lack of a better word. So how I do know they play that song? My wife listens to the station everyday and I happen to be around on break. That timing is impeccable. That's how I know. When I asked about the song being overplayed she said, "Never thought of it. But now that you mention it, it is weird." There you go.
It reminds of me of the episode on WKRP when Mrs. Carlson decided to automate the station. Thus removing the creative juices of the program director Andy Travis. The show made a prescient point about the death of radio as a creative art form. Like I said, it's all about blueprints now. Gone are the days when you could go knock on doors and give your music demos to DJ's. In Canada it's a double whammy because we don't support our own stuff - unless it is accompnaied with the communism of Canaidan content rules. We have to beg our own to play our stuff. By extension, lost are the days when you could go to your local grocer and sell a product directly to the owner and earn yourself a shot at a decent living.
All roads with pot holes lead to Toronto now.
2006-12-30
Of Impeachments and Hangings
I suppose it's my turn to offer yet another blogger perspective about dear old Saddam Hussein. First, let's get one thing straight: Saddam is no martyr and he should not be viewed as one. Mao and Stalin weren't revered in this light and he sure won't get his due on this front. The truth is that many Arabs viewed him with suspicion and distrust. He was a secular and destabilizing figure in the region.
Hussein is gone. With him goes bad karma. One can only hope Charon is taking him to the River Styx where the former dictator will meet with Satan.
With so much to be done in Iraq, we could all be excused for thinking it's a colossal waste of time. It's that overwhelming. However, when the tough gets going....you know the rest.
Is this the time to pull out troops and impeach a President during such a precarious period? It seems to me that advocating this position only considers the short-term aspect of what is now a long-term project. I think most reasonable people would conclude that Bush and his administration did not a) convey to the public effectively their plan and b) plan the aftermath of the invasion properly. We could add a "c" here for the moral relativists among us: that before our eyes he morphed into a modern day Hitler. Not going there. Ain't gonna touch that one. Not worth it. Despite this, it does not mean the over arching idea was wrong. If anything, now is the time for true enlightened ideas to shine through.
Iraq is a great experiment in a region that has no experience with the concept of democracy. It's a region that never really had to insert notions of cooperation and compromise in its geopolitical engagements. Iraq was literally stripped of a bloody dictatorial regime and replaced by fragile democratic institutions hastily pasted together. It should not surprise anyone that violence has been used as a diplomatic tool.
Harping on this is obvious and pointless. Iraqi's need America more than ever. Only Americans can decide if they have the will to see this through. My only suggestion is that Americans think about the larger scope of their decisions. That they remove themselves from the domestic angle and consider it from an Iraqi's perspective. I'm not sure this is being done on the tables for some pundits or in the halls of body politic.
On a wider scope, I think America's problems are deeper than George W. Bush. It seems to me Bush's alleged indiscretions are not that far off from many past Presidents - Clinton included. He's not threatening democracy - Americans in general are. In some ways, the country needs to impeach itself - and by this I mean all the people who deliberately profit from ensuring America remains culturally and politically divisive. Pinning it on Bush is not going to solve anything.
The funny thing is that here I am, a Canadian telling Americans to purge themselves. What nation on earth leaves itself open to so much scrutinizing? Certainly not Canada. Imperfect America is always staring in the mirror and wondering. If only some countries would do the same.
Iraq finds itself in a grave predicament but it's far from being lost. Iraq can succeed. It will only become another Vietnam (though there is little comparisons to be made between the two) if Americans make it so.
As I have said before on my blog, we do stand at a crossroads in world history. How we cross it will be determined by how we choose to look at the glass.
Hussein is gone. With him goes bad karma. One can only hope Charon is taking him to the River Styx where the former dictator will meet with Satan.
With so much to be done in Iraq, we could all be excused for thinking it's a colossal waste of time. It's that overwhelming. However, when the tough gets going....you know the rest.
Is this the time to pull out troops and impeach a President during such a precarious period? It seems to me that advocating this position only considers the short-term aspect of what is now a long-term project. I think most reasonable people would conclude that Bush and his administration did not a) convey to the public effectively their plan and b) plan the aftermath of the invasion properly. We could add a "c" here for the moral relativists among us: that before our eyes he morphed into a modern day Hitler. Not going there. Ain't gonna touch that one. Not worth it. Despite this, it does not mean the over arching idea was wrong. If anything, now is the time for true enlightened ideas to shine through.
Iraq is a great experiment in a region that has no experience with the concept of democracy. It's a region that never really had to insert notions of cooperation and compromise in its geopolitical engagements. Iraq was literally stripped of a bloody dictatorial regime and replaced by fragile democratic institutions hastily pasted together. It should not surprise anyone that violence has been used as a diplomatic tool.
Harping on this is obvious and pointless. Iraqi's need America more than ever. Only Americans can decide if they have the will to see this through. My only suggestion is that Americans think about the larger scope of their decisions. That they remove themselves from the domestic angle and consider it from an Iraqi's perspective. I'm not sure this is being done on the tables for some pundits or in the halls of body politic.
On a wider scope, I think America's problems are deeper than George W. Bush. It seems to me Bush's alleged indiscretions are not that far off from many past Presidents - Clinton included. He's not threatening democracy - Americans in general are. In some ways, the country needs to impeach itself - and by this I mean all the people who deliberately profit from ensuring America remains culturally and politically divisive. Pinning it on Bush is not going to solve anything.
The funny thing is that here I am, a Canadian telling Americans to purge themselves. What nation on earth leaves itself open to so much scrutinizing? Certainly not Canada. Imperfect America is always staring in the mirror and wondering. If only some countries would do the same.
Iraq finds itself in a grave predicament but it's far from being lost. Iraq can succeed. It will only become another Vietnam (though there is little comparisons to be made between the two) if Americans make it so.
As I have said before on my blog, we do stand at a crossroads in world history. How we cross it will be determined by how we choose to look at the glass.
2006-12-29
Private Sector Solutions
Business owners in Montreal have come up with a civilized way to counter a government law that bans people from smoking in all public places; a ban that includes bars and restaurants.
When the law was introduced a year ago, business owners were rightfully concerned. Many of their customers were smokers. What was wrong with designating part of the establishment for smokers? The public sector cares little on these matters because, well, they are the government. "Um, ma'am, we just force people to do things. We don't offer solutions."
It doesn't help that they are unionized. You can't get more disconnected from economic reality than unions.
I don't smoke. It's a bad, ugly habit. I don't like what it does to my clothes or (apparently) my lungs. However, these irritations notwithstanding it does not lead me to infringe upon other people's civil liberties. It seems to me if you want to ban smoking outlaw cigarettes outright. People pat themselves on the back as if we just did the public good and that we are winning the battle on smoking. It's all, excuse the pun, smoke and mirrors.
The government claims to do right by people. Yet, they essentially threw people out of buildings and into the cold, harsh weather that is Quebec winters like unwanted pets. Someone did not think this through. Ironic, eh? That's all we need, people heading to our over crowded public hospitals.
Luckily, private citizens who have the pulse of their city in their best interests have come up with ideas to help their paying customers. Specifically, they have invested in heaters and tents for people to go out and smoke in comfort. It's an impressive community spirited idea (something Quebecers are not necessarily known for) that shows the softer side of the private sector.
When the law was introduced a year ago, business owners were rightfully concerned. Many of their customers were smokers. What was wrong with designating part of the establishment for smokers? The public sector cares little on these matters because, well, they are the government. "Um, ma'am, we just force people to do things. We don't offer solutions."
It doesn't help that they are unionized. You can't get more disconnected from economic reality than unions.
I don't smoke. It's a bad, ugly habit. I don't like what it does to my clothes or (apparently) my lungs. However, these irritations notwithstanding it does not lead me to infringe upon other people's civil liberties. It seems to me if you want to ban smoking outlaw cigarettes outright. People pat themselves on the back as if we just did the public good and that we are winning the battle on smoking. It's all, excuse the pun, smoke and mirrors.
The government claims to do right by people. Yet, they essentially threw people out of buildings and into the cold, harsh weather that is Quebec winters like unwanted pets. Someone did not think this through. Ironic, eh? That's all we need, people heading to our over crowded public hospitals.
Luckily, private citizens who have the pulse of their city in their best interests have come up with ideas to help their paying customers. Specifically, they have invested in heaters and tents for people to go out and smoke in comfort. It's an impressive community spirited idea (something Quebecers are not necessarily known for) that shows the softer side of the private sector.
2006-12-28
The Double Date
Years ago I hit it off with a girl in a club. We spoke for most of the night until her friend came over and was ready to leave. She was involved in a conversation with a gent herself.
She agreed with her friend. "Ok. Let's go."
"So how about we meet like we discussed?" I said.
"Sure. Here's my number. Call me tomorrow at work."
Proud of my recent conquering the man the friend had been talking to made his way towards us.
Squinting his eyes he shouted, "Sandro!"
"Ralph?"
"You guys know each other?" his girl asked.
"Man, we went to high school together. We are on the same championship soccer team. What a player this guy was," he explained.
The last phrase did not hurt my cause.
"The guy played with a torn knee and the opposition still couldn't get the ball off him. Whatever happened to that knee?"
"I had surgery and retired."
"Too bad. Hey, did you hear about Peter?"
"Peter? No. I haven't heard from him in years."
"He's a higher up in the Ontario Provincial Police."
"Really? OPP. Good for him."
"So what have you been up to?"
"Not much...I think."
I wasn't about to disclose any information about myself in an uncomfortable environment. Better to shift the conversation with a humourous and indifferent remark.
"This guy was classic in class. His gang was like a Marx Brother's routine. Still see the boys?"
"Sure do. We're all heading in opposite and pointless directions. At least there's a direction."
Laughs all around.
"Sorry girls about this but it's been years since we last saw one another."
The girls were pretty cool about it. In fact, they were in awe at the 'small world' aspect of the situation. Personally, I couldn't care less.
One of the girls suddenly had a great idea. She suggested we go on a double date.
"Hey, that's a great idea!" Ralph said. "Are you in?"
I did not want to show my hesitant demeanour lest I come off as anti-social. I looked at my girl and she seemed all for it. Right then I had to make a political call. Rather than jeopardize any potential future activity I opted to go along with the plan.
Ralph was pleased. "Great! We'll catch up then. Great seeing you."
I responded with a meek nod. I hate social settings.
The DD thing was new territory for me. I need to be one on one with somebody I have just met. How else to get to know each other's intricate nuances? Assuming there are any. On my front, they are numerous and they tend to get flooded in a crowd given my quiet and subtle exteriour. I can't compete for attention.
We met at a Japanese Sushi place. Is that redundant? I looked forward to catching up with Ralph. I met Ralph outside and he was the same easy going and friendly Ralph. The Ralph I knew and got along with through the years.
We make our way to the table where the girls are waiting. That's when everything changed. "Hello Rafael!" the girl said.
Rafael I thought to myself? What the fuck? That should have been a warning. I was slow to realize it but Ralph was about to put his Fabio mask on and play the game of suave.
From that point on I was out of the game. There was not going to be any 'catching up.' Ralph had other things on his mind. Before the night even started there was no way for me to get myself implicated in the conversation. It was racked with pretentious garbage and pointless gibberish.
At one point they were all talking about Japanese restaurants they have frequented throughout the city and continent. To stem to onslaught, I tried to awkwardly tell of my own restaurant experiences. I proceeded to talk about Chinese restaurant I go to when I'm in France.
Rafael made sure he implicated himself at every turn. "I think I know the place you are talking about, Sawndro. I 've been there twice."
Sawndro? What the...fuck?
Everything I said he did one better. Finally, I just stopped attempting to talk and just listened to. Alone with my over priced vegetarian sushi dish. I hate fish.
"So Sandro having fun?" asked Rafael's date.
At this point I was barely looking at my date and simply said, "Saki Night in Canada!"
Well, at least that line was a hit. "He doesn't say much but that was classic!" Rafael exclaimed.
"Oh, Rafael...."
Rafael, Rafael. I wanted to scream this is fucking Ralph. Ralph from my high school. Nothing special Ralph. Ok, maybe he had the tan, jet black long hair and tall attributes that made him captain of the basketball team and dated the most popular gal in school Patricia Da Lillo but how can you buy into this scam?
Barely able to digest anything from the food to the conversation I pushed off the table and politely said, "Please excuse me. I have to go to the bathroom."
Rafael added, "I have to go also."
Great.
Back in the John. He was back to plain old Ralph. "Hey, spoke to Peter today. He says hi. He always liked you."
"Cool. Tell him I say hi. Never know when I'll be speeding down Ontario's 401."
I wanted to ask him what was up with the puckered lips and lover's accent act. He grabbed his balls and began to fix his hair. Before my eyes he was transforming back into Rafael.
He lightly punches my shoulder and says, "Let's go."
The night did not last much longer. Once the alcohol settled in, I saw the sparkle in the beautiful green eyes of Rafael's girl that had reached blinding levels. He had won her over. Problem is that I think he also managed to push mine away from me in the process. It's easy for me to say I rolled over like seaweed but it wasn't the case. I was blindsided and was never able to negotiate Ralph's game. I was fixated on it to the point of losing interest in my date.
I drove her home and we spoke a bit after that while in front of her home. There was no spark that was evident in the club. I never could set that ship right. It was the last I ever saw of her - and Rafael...and Ralph.
She agreed with her friend. "Ok. Let's go."
"So how about we meet like we discussed?" I said.
"Sure. Here's my number. Call me tomorrow at work."
Proud of my recent conquering the man the friend had been talking to made his way towards us.
Squinting his eyes he shouted, "Sandro!"
"Ralph?"
"You guys know each other?" his girl asked.
"Man, we went to high school together. We are on the same championship soccer team. What a player this guy was," he explained.
The last phrase did not hurt my cause.
"The guy played with a torn knee and the opposition still couldn't get the ball off him. Whatever happened to that knee?"
"I had surgery and retired."
"Too bad. Hey, did you hear about Peter?"
"Peter? No. I haven't heard from him in years."
"He's a higher up in the Ontario Provincial Police."
"Really? OPP. Good for him."
"So what have you been up to?"
"Not much...I think."
I wasn't about to disclose any information about myself in an uncomfortable environment. Better to shift the conversation with a humourous and indifferent remark.
"This guy was classic in class. His gang was like a Marx Brother's routine. Still see the boys?"
"Sure do. We're all heading in opposite and pointless directions. At least there's a direction."
Laughs all around.
"Sorry girls about this but it's been years since we last saw one another."
The girls were pretty cool about it. In fact, they were in awe at the 'small world' aspect of the situation. Personally, I couldn't care less.
One of the girls suddenly had a great idea. She suggested we go on a double date.
"Hey, that's a great idea!" Ralph said. "Are you in?"
I did not want to show my hesitant demeanour lest I come off as anti-social. I looked at my girl and she seemed all for it. Right then I had to make a political call. Rather than jeopardize any potential future activity I opted to go along with the plan.
Ralph was pleased. "Great! We'll catch up then. Great seeing you."
I responded with a meek nod. I hate social settings.
The DD thing was new territory for me. I need to be one on one with somebody I have just met. How else to get to know each other's intricate nuances? Assuming there are any. On my front, they are numerous and they tend to get flooded in a crowd given my quiet and subtle exteriour. I can't compete for attention.
We met at a Japanese Sushi place. Is that redundant? I looked forward to catching up with Ralph. I met Ralph outside and he was the same easy going and friendly Ralph. The Ralph I knew and got along with through the years.
We make our way to the table where the girls are waiting. That's when everything changed. "Hello Rafael!" the girl said.
Rafael I thought to myself? What the fuck? That should have been a warning. I was slow to realize it but Ralph was about to put his Fabio mask on and play the game of suave.
From that point on I was out of the game. There was not going to be any 'catching up.' Ralph had other things on his mind. Before the night even started there was no way for me to get myself implicated in the conversation. It was racked with pretentious garbage and pointless gibberish.
At one point they were all talking about Japanese restaurants they have frequented throughout the city and continent. To stem to onslaught, I tried to awkwardly tell of my own restaurant experiences. I proceeded to talk about Chinese restaurant I go to when I'm in France.
Rafael made sure he implicated himself at every turn. "I think I know the place you are talking about, Sawndro. I 've been there twice."
Sawndro? What the...fuck?
Everything I said he did one better. Finally, I just stopped attempting to talk and just listened to. Alone with my over priced vegetarian sushi dish. I hate fish.
"So Sandro having fun?" asked Rafael's date.
At this point I was barely looking at my date and simply said, "Saki Night in Canada!"
Well, at least that line was a hit. "He doesn't say much but that was classic!" Rafael exclaimed.
"Oh, Rafael...."
Rafael, Rafael. I wanted to scream this is fucking Ralph. Ralph from my high school. Nothing special Ralph. Ok, maybe he had the tan, jet black long hair and tall attributes that made him captain of the basketball team and dated the most popular gal in school Patricia Da Lillo but how can you buy into this scam?
Barely able to digest anything from the food to the conversation I pushed off the table and politely said, "Please excuse me. I have to go to the bathroom."
Rafael added, "I have to go also."
Great.
Back in the John. He was back to plain old Ralph. "Hey, spoke to Peter today. He says hi. He always liked you."
"Cool. Tell him I say hi. Never know when I'll be speeding down Ontario's 401."
I wanted to ask him what was up with the puckered lips and lover's accent act. He grabbed his balls and began to fix his hair. Before my eyes he was transforming back into Rafael.
He lightly punches my shoulder and says, "Let's go."
The night did not last much longer. Once the alcohol settled in, I saw the sparkle in the beautiful green eyes of Rafael's girl that had reached blinding levels. He had won her over. Problem is that I think he also managed to push mine away from me in the process. It's easy for me to say I rolled over like seaweed but it wasn't the case. I was blindsided and was never able to negotiate Ralph's game. I was fixated on it to the point of losing interest in my date.
I drove her home and we spoke a bit after that while in front of her home. There was no spark that was evident in the club. I never could set that ship right. It was the last I ever saw of her - and Rafael...and Ralph.
2006-12-27
2007 World Junior Hockey Championships
The World Junior Hockey Championships (WJHC) are in full gear and Canadians are sitting back to enjoy what has become a holiday ritual.
The wha? You say? Trying to explain the importance of the junior tournament to Americans is difficult. The best way I can describe it is how Americans rally around important College Bowl games. Better yet, the WJHC is akin to the College sports phenomena period. That's how much Canucks love it.
It's hard to pinpoint why this is so. The obvious point is that it's hockey - the explanation should end there. But observing this tournament through the years I would submit it's something more. Why should we care about a bunch of teenagers playing hockey?
For starters, the tournament showcases the future talent of the NHL. All great NHLers played in the tournament from Gretzky to Forsberg to Modano to Kovalchuk to Selanne. Next and more subjectively, it's the purity of the tournament. No one is playing for money but only for country and for the love of the game. The players leave everything on the table.
Last and probably most important to people the overall quality and excitement remains outstanding. Of course, it helps that Canada excels at this tournament. Winning does that to fans. In fact, since 1974 this tournament has been the exclusive domain of two countries: Canada and Russia. Recently, the United States has come knocking on the doors as the American hockey system is beginning to consistently produce world class players.
The WJHC finds its ultimate support in Canada. While it is not uncommon to spot many empty seats in many hockey mad countries, in Canada even a match between Belarus and Switzerland sells out.
Canada is a land where hockey finds its ultimate expression. No country supports grass roots hockey like Canada does. Often, this is at the expense of other sports. Which makes the recent accomplishments of Justin Morneau and Steve Nash all the more impressive.
Every sport has its crucible of passionate fans. Soccer, as an example, is the sport of the people and finds ultimate support in places like England, Argentina, Brazil and Italy. Interestingly, I see a connection between Italian soccer and Canadian hockey. Both are derided for their results driven ways that leads to 'aggressive' style and 'ugly' tactics. Yet, no one can deny the excellent talent and the results. Let me take it a step further. Russians are the Brazilians of hockey. So there you have it, a brief comparison of four countries in two sports.
In Canada, hockey is the only thing that really matters. Canada has many shortcomings but they know how to succeed in hockey. They 'get it'.
Indeed, Canadians should demand such excellence from every facets of Canadian life. Hockey Canada and its organizers move forward with a sense of purpose. It has all the leadership qualities a country needs. Maybe this is why Canadians call for hockey summits when we feel our dominance is slipping. It seems it's the only thing we've got amidst all the corruption, inefficiencies and mismanagement of our government.
In any event, whatever the reasons for its success and place in the hearts of Canadian hockey fans, the WJHC is a flat out fun tournament to watch.
Table of Champions
Nation G S B Total
Soviet Union/Russia/CIS 15 8 4 27
Canada 12 8 6 26
Finland 2 5 6 13
Czech Republic 2 0 1 3
Sweden 1 5 6 12
United States 1 1 2 4
Czechoslovakia 0 5 6 11
Slovakia 0 0 1 1
Switzerland 0 0 1 1
The wha? You say? Trying to explain the importance of the junior tournament to Americans is difficult. The best way I can describe it is how Americans rally around important College Bowl games. Better yet, the WJHC is akin to the College sports phenomena period. That's how much Canucks love it.
It's hard to pinpoint why this is so. The obvious point is that it's hockey - the explanation should end there. But observing this tournament through the years I would submit it's something more. Why should we care about a bunch of teenagers playing hockey?
For starters, the tournament showcases the future talent of the NHL. All great NHLers played in the tournament from Gretzky to Forsberg to Modano to Kovalchuk to Selanne. Next and more subjectively, it's the purity of the tournament. No one is playing for money but only for country and for the love of the game. The players leave everything on the table.
Last and probably most important to people the overall quality and excitement remains outstanding. Of course, it helps that Canada excels at this tournament. Winning does that to fans. In fact, since 1974 this tournament has been the exclusive domain of two countries: Canada and Russia. Recently, the United States has come knocking on the doors as the American hockey system is beginning to consistently produce world class players.
The WJHC finds its ultimate support in Canada. While it is not uncommon to spot many empty seats in many hockey mad countries, in Canada even a match between Belarus and Switzerland sells out.
Canada is a land where hockey finds its ultimate expression. No country supports grass roots hockey like Canada does. Often, this is at the expense of other sports. Which makes the recent accomplishments of Justin Morneau and Steve Nash all the more impressive.
Every sport has its crucible of passionate fans. Soccer, as an example, is the sport of the people and finds ultimate support in places like England, Argentina, Brazil and Italy. Interestingly, I see a connection between Italian soccer and Canadian hockey. Both are derided for their results driven ways that leads to 'aggressive' style and 'ugly' tactics. Yet, no one can deny the excellent talent and the results. Let me take it a step further. Russians are the Brazilians of hockey. So there you have it, a brief comparison of four countries in two sports.
In Canada, hockey is the only thing that really matters. Canada has many shortcomings but they know how to succeed in hockey. They 'get it'.
Indeed, Canadians should demand such excellence from every facets of Canadian life. Hockey Canada and its organizers move forward with a sense of purpose. It has all the leadership qualities a country needs. Maybe this is why Canadians call for hockey summits when we feel our dominance is slipping. It seems it's the only thing we've got amidst all the corruption, inefficiencies and mismanagement of our government.
In any event, whatever the reasons for its success and place in the hearts of Canadian hockey fans, the WJHC is a flat out fun tournament to watch.
Table of Champions
Nation G S B Total
Soviet Union/Russia/CIS 15 8 4 27
Canada 12 8 6 26
Finland 2 5 6 13
Czech Republic 2 0 1 3
Sweden 1 5 6 12
United States 1 1 2 4
Czechoslovakia 0 5 6 11
Slovakia 0 0 1 1
Switzerland 0 0 1 1
2006-12-26
The Lost Art of Crank Calling
When I was a kid crank calling was the thing to do when you were with your bored and with your friends. Guiding your Spidey senses through a seemingly pointless existence, there would always be one guy to stand up and say, "give me the fricken phone."
Not me. Not because I was haughty or anything. My excuse was pretty straightforward. I sucked at it. To put it bluntly.
That's exactly it. My wits are blunt when it comes to being able to think quickly. I freeze like water in sub below temperatures. * My brother on the other hand was a master. Once long ago in a distant galaxy far, far, away, following the death of Liberace, he and my sister conspired to make such a call. With my sister on the piano playing a Liberace tune (she couldn't have been more than 10 years of age) and my brother breaking into his impersonation of the flamboyant figure (he was about eight years old) they invented a sketch - Liberace calls from Heaven. There they were. Two nutcases making crank calls as I, my oldest sister and boyfriend (now husband) stood in disbelief.
We could not believe our eyes and ears because my two siblings succeeded in making two successive 10 minute crank calls. They were able to keep people on the line - one was in French to boot. It was that good. Why none of us went into show business in some form is beyond me. After all, the real world is simply not cut out for us. It was not designed to fit our DNA mold. Well, me anyway. I'm the neighborhood friendly misanthropist. Getting up early and fighting traffic and lame colleagues at work never really sat well with me. Sort of like butter. I can never digest butter. As I grow older I am becoming more and more lactose intolerant. Even though I never really drank milk. I digress.
Moving along. The art of the conspiratorial crank call is dead now. With call display it all but has destroyed that cult. Sure, you can *whatever the number to block the ID but that costs, what, 75 cents per call? I don't have that kind of cash flow. One needs a 'financial planner' to engage in such an activity.
Why am I writing about this? Last night, my nephew decided he was going to call someone out of the blue. My sister warned him not to do it. "They will call back and give us hell! Put the phone done this minute!" I think the last group of immature smart alecs to profit from this genre was the Jerky Boys. When they first came out in the early to mid 90s who could have known they were the last of the Etruscans?
These are the times we live in now. A time where we have to watch what we do and carefully select our words lest we offend the most sensitive of people. It's an age where humour and its senses have been beaten down senselessly.
What do you say? Let's all make one collective crank call. Let's jam the phone, er, cell lines.
Aw, forget it. Making a call from a Range Rover isn't the same. Sigh. Like I said, the art of the crank call is dead now. Now they call it telemarketing.
*I use Celsius.
Not me. Not because I was haughty or anything. My excuse was pretty straightforward. I sucked at it. To put it bluntly.
That's exactly it. My wits are blunt when it comes to being able to think quickly. I freeze like water in sub below temperatures. * My brother on the other hand was a master. Once long ago in a distant galaxy far, far, away, following the death of Liberace, he and my sister conspired to make such a call. With my sister on the piano playing a Liberace tune (she couldn't have been more than 10 years of age) and my brother breaking into his impersonation of the flamboyant figure (he was about eight years old) they invented a sketch - Liberace calls from Heaven. There they were. Two nutcases making crank calls as I, my oldest sister and boyfriend (now husband) stood in disbelief.
We could not believe our eyes and ears because my two siblings succeeded in making two successive 10 minute crank calls. They were able to keep people on the line - one was in French to boot. It was that good. Why none of us went into show business in some form is beyond me. After all, the real world is simply not cut out for us. It was not designed to fit our DNA mold. Well, me anyway. I'm the neighborhood friendly misanthropist. Getting up early and fighting traffic and lame colleagues at work never really sat well with me. Sort of like butter. I can never digest butter. As I grow older I am becoming more and more lactose intolerant. Even though I never really drank milk. I digress.
Moving along. The art of the conspiratorial crank call is dead now. With call display it all but has destroyed that cult. Sure, you can *whatever the number to block the ID but that costs, what, 75 cents per call? I don't have that kind of cash flow. One needs a 'financial planner' to engage in such an activity.
Why am I writing about this? Last night, my nephew decided he was going to call someone out of the blue. My sister warned him not to do it. "They will call back and give us hell! Put the phone done this minute!" I think the last group of immature smart alecs to profit from this genre was the Jerky Boys. When they first came out in the early to mid 90s who could have known they were the last of the Etruscans?
These are the times we live in now. A time where we have to watch what we do and carefully select our words lest we offend the most sensitive of people. It's an age where humour and its senses have been beaten down senselessly.
What do you say? Let's all make one collective crank call. Let's jam the phone, er, cell lines.
Aw, forget it. Making a call from a Range Rover isn't the same. Sigh. Like I said, the art of the crank call is dead now. Now they call it telemarketing.
*I use Celsius.
Into the Arms of Moronity
www.associatedcontent.com/article/15394/walmart_bans_merry_christmas.html
These sort of stories always catch my attention. The question is why do we pander to people who would indeed get offended by being told 'Merry Christmas?' Why are we dismissing our own heritage in an effort to please all? The more you aim to please the less you make 'em happy. In an effort to make some moron who complains about this sort of stuff the rest of us have to put up with it?
Last I checked this was still a Christian and Liberal based - an advanced secular one to boot - multi-cultural and religious society that strives for equality and tolerance for all. What is wrong with telling people Merry Christmas? As a catholic, I've been told Happy Hannukah many times and never took offense. I'm sure one day someone will one day say the same for Ramadan. So be it. It's the spirit of the words that count.
It reminds me of how corporations refuse to allow little old men who once fought in the Great Wars to set up a small table to sell poppies in honour of the dead.
Have we lost our minds? Sad, really. I know CEO's and 'higher ups' are generally intellectually depraved individuals without an ounce of backbone but this is stretching it a little. No?
The layers that define us are slowly being removed.
These sort of stories always catch my attention. The question is why do we pander to people who would indeed get offended by being told 'Merry Christmas?' Why are we dismissing our own heritage in an effort to please all? The more you aim to please the less you make 'em happy. In an effort to make some moron who complains about this sort of stuff the rest of us have to put up with it?
Last I checked this was still a Christian and Liberal based - an advanced secular one to boot - multi-cultural and religious society that strives for equality and tolerance for all. What is wrong with telling people Merry Christmas? As a catholic, I've been told Happy Hannukah many times and never took offense. I'm sure one day someone will one day say the same for Ramadan. So be it. It's the spirit of the words that count.
It reminds me of how corporations refuse to allow little old men who once fought in the Great Wars to set up a small table to sell poppies in honour of the dead.
Have we lost our minds? Sad, really. I know CEO's and 'higher ups' are generally intellectually depraved individuals without an ounce of backbone but this is stretching it a little. No?
The layers that define us are slowly being removed.
2006-12-23
A Most Welcomed Article
A recent article titled 'How to celebrate a multicultural Christmas' by Timothy Garton Ash was published in the Globe and Mail on December 21. I'd link the article but for some reason my browser does not recognize whatever the Globe is set up on.
I consider this to be quite an inquisitive and insightful piece. One that eloquently puts into words how many of us feel about religion and its existence in a free, open, tolerant society. I suggest people to search for it. It's worth the time and effort.
After spending some time explaining the necessity for tolerance and that respect is a two way street, I selectively chose a paragraph that comes late in the piece. I shall quote him word for word.
"My quarrel with Richard Dawkins school of atheists is not anything they say about the non-existence of God, but what they say about Christians and the history of Christianity - much of which is true but leaves out the other, positive half of the story. And, as the old Yiddish saying goes, a half-truth is a whole lie. In my judgment as a historian of modern Europe, the positive side is larger than the negative. It seems to me self-evident that we would not have the European civilization we have today without the heritage of Christianity, Judaism and (in a smaller measure, mainly in the Middle Ages) Islam, which legacy also paved the way, albeit unwittingly and unwillingly, for the Enlightenment. Moreover, some of the most impressive beings I have met in my own lifetime have been Christians."
He closes with "A multicultural society can, at best, be an open, friendly competition between Christians, Sikhs, Muslims, Jews, atheists and indeed, two-plus-two-equals-fivers, to impress us with their character and good works."
Personally, I have come to observe the same thing about conversations with Christians - and conservatives. I'll take it a step further. Some of the most exasperating, tiresome and uninspiring discussions I have had in recent memory are with 'progressives' or 'liberals.' Liberals, like atheists, focus too much on the negative side of Occidental culture. We pick, choose and pull out of context anything we deem inappropriate. We read history with a 21st century mindset. Everyone does it. They do it on the radio all the time. The media does not seem comfortable with history either - let alone the Church. Hollywood is guilty also. In doing so - that is inflicting and impressing history through are narrow scoped prisms - it is not surprising we are let down. History is much more profound than this.
I have written endlessly about this on this blog. As a student of history myself, I have tried in vain - to many a shocked faces - to explain to some that Christianity's influence has been a force of good throughout history. The Church is simply detested and despised to sometimes irrational extremes. Is it perfect? Of course not. The Church is run by humans and no matter what is said, they are subjected and vulnerable to human flaws and vices.
The idea that the Church is an outdated institution that is not compatible to post-modernism is an unfortunate one. For once again, it is Christian thinkers who provide interesting insights in explaining what grips modern society. More importantly, Christians do work strenuously to be inclusive and as the author rightly points out, it's the only to behave. We are all, after all, searching for truth.
Why close our eyes to ideas coming for all parts of the human experience?
Not devout to religion, the author said several things that had also become apparent to me a few years back. Namely, after spending some time singing, he could not helped be moved with the words he never really believed. Singing beautiful holiday songs with loved ones can do this.
Listen to the lyrics. They are indeed beautiful. They should make us ponder as they did this author.
And - Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.
I consider this to be quite an inquisitive and insightful piece. One that eloquently puts into words how many of us feel about religion and its existence in a free, open, tolerant society. I suggest people to search for it. It's worth the time and effort.
After spending some time explaining the necessity for tolerance and that respect is a two way street, I selectively chose a paragraph that comes late in the piece. I shall quote him word for word.
"My quarrel with Richard Dawkins school of atheists is not anything they say about the non-existence of God, but what they say about Christians and the history of Christianity - much of which is true but leaves out the other, positive half of the story. And, as the old Yiddish saying goes, a half-truth is a whole lie. In my judgment as a historian of modern Europe, the positive side is larger than the negative. It seems to me self-evident that we would not have the European civilization we have today without the heritage of Christianity, Judaism and (in a smaller measure, mainly in the Middle Ages) Islam, which legacy also paved the way, albeit unwittingly and unwillingly, for the Enlightenment. Moreover, some of the most impressive beings I have met in my own lifetime have been Christians."
He closes with "A multicultural society can, at best, be an open, friendly competition between Christians, Sikhs, Muslims, Jews, atheists and indeed, two-plus-two-equals-fivers, to impress us with their character and good works."
Personally, I have come to observe the same thing about conversations with Christians - and conservatives. I'll take it a step further. Some of the most exasperating, tiresome and uninspiring discussions I have had in recent memory are with 'progressives' or 'liberals.' Liberals, like atheists, focus too much on the negative side of Occidental culture. We pick, choose and pull out of context anything we deem inappropriate. We read history with a 21st century mindset. Everyone does it. They do it on the radio all the time. The media does not seem comfortable with history either - let alone the Church. Hollywood is guilty also. In doing so - that is inflicting and impressing history through are narrow scoped prisms - it is not surprising we are let down. History is much more profound than this.
I have written endlessly about this on this blog. As a student of history myself, I have tried in vain - to many a shocked faces - to explain to some that Christianity's influence has been a force of good throughout history. The Church is simply detested and despised to sometimes irrational extremes. Is it perfect? Of course not. The Church is run by humans and no matter what is said, they are subjected and vulnerable to human flaws and vices.
The idea that the Church is an outdated institution that is not compatible to post-modernism is an unfortunate one. For once again, it is Christian thinkers who provide interesting insights in explaining what grips modern society. More importantly, Christians do work strenuously to be inclusive and as the author rightly points out, it's the only to behave. We are all, after all, searching for truth.
Why close our eyes to ideas coming for all parts of the human experience?
Not devout to religion, the author said several things that had also become apparent to me a few years back. Namely, after spending some time singing, he could not helped be moved with the words he never really believed. Singing beautiful holiday songs with loved ones can do this.
Listen to the lyrics. They are indeed beautiful. They should make us ponder as they did this author.
And - Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.
2006-12-22
Andy Kim Continues to Hit the Right Chords
Last year I attended Andy Kim's Christmas Show at the Mod Theater in Toronto and subsequently decided to review the show. Actually, it was less a review and more a rediscovery of a lost musical relic.
Kim was back in 2006 and I enjoyed the concert enough last time around to make the trek back to the Mod.
The line-up was slightly different from last year. However, Ron Sexsmith, Canada's own rock' n roll pearl, came back. As did the classy and sharp Haydain Neale of Jacksoul and Newfoundland's own Kim Stockwood - representing one-third of her group Shea.
So, what caught my attention this time around? With Kim's exemplary band hammering the first notes to 'Rock me Gently' to open the show, something hit me odd of the blue - That Canada's Walk of Fame continues to ignore Andy Kim. It consistently blows me away that Andy Kim has not been presented a star on Canada's Walk of Fame. No offense to Brendan Fraser but I would submit - and many would agree - Andy Kim should have been honored before him. In fact, it's hard to explain why Canada - and specifically his hometown of Montreal - have been cool to his return to his native land. I digress.
As was the case last year, the show offered a solid cast and collection of Canada's indie and pop music scene. A line up that included strong and spirited performances from Tomi Swick and Stabilo.
Concerts such as this one allow fans to meander through the vibrant existence of Canadian roots music without any pretensions.
The Bicycles are a great example. Hopping on stage with their t-shirts sporting the letter 'B', these cats were a unique and wickedly weird act. A special blend of The Partridge Family meets the Brady Bunch mixed in with the playfulness of the Barenaked Ladies this group could have easily fit into the 1960s eclectic scene. Their rendition of 'Jingle Jangle' revealed to me that they are genetically constructed for this sort of music. All what was missing was an acid trip with Josie and the Pussycats.
This contrasts with the incredible evocative voice of Serena Ryder. Watching her sing 'Silent Night' was a highlight. The words 'Sleep in heavenly peace' never sounded more powerful. This gal can move from soft hush tones to hard notes in a flash.
Emm Gryner was another performer that was at ease with emotional contradictions by allowing the audience to discover her delicate intimate style as well as her subtle power by playing a passive aggressive rendition of The Beatles' 'Revolution.'
Ron Sexsmith was, well, Sexsmith. He superbly covered Kim's 'How'd we ever get this way?' alongside Kim himself. The night reached its apex when Ed Robertson - and a couple of Ladies - stopped by for a couple of Christmas tunes.
Come on, there had to be a flaw somewhere? Well, not really. While the show was not as rambunctious as last year, my only tiny complaint is that I wished they played 'Rainbow Ride.' The song seemed tailor made for the style and hard edge of Kim's band.
Never mind about that. The concert helped raised funds for Children's Aid and this is what matters most.
All in all a grand success once again. The elder statesman of Canadian music took his place on the stage and was clearly well entrenched. What's an Andy Kim concert without an all-out jam session of 'Sugar, Sugar?' Easily, hands down, one of the most endearing rock tunes of all time. It's the one song everyone looks forward to hearing. And judging by the artists on stage, performing it looks like a blast.
That's what you want out of music. In many ways, Canadian music has a message for their American and British cousins: keep it real. Layoff the gimmicks and play the music. Let the artist shine. Once more, Andy Kim - unwittingly or otherwise - is helping to pave a new off-road for Canadian artists.
It's an odd fact of reality that Andy Kim is often associated with 'bubblegum.' If this is the case, we can apply this to many great artists of the 1960s and 1970s who did not get stigmatized with this moniker. Still, for one night, if this was 'bubblegum' it was clear the bubble never burst.
Kim was back in 2006 and I enjoyed the concert enough last time around to make the trek back to the Mod.
The line-up was slightly different from last year. However, Ron Sexsmith, Canada's own rock' n roll pearl, came back. As did the classy and sharp Haydain Neale of Jacksoul and Newfoundland's own Kim Stockwood - representing one-third of her group Shea.
So, what caught my attention this time around? With Kim's exemplary band hammering the first notes to 'Rock me Gently' to open the show, something hit me odd of the blue - That Canada's Walk of Fame continues to ignore Andy Kim. It consistently blows me away that Andy Kim has not been presented a star on Canada's Walk of Fame. No offense to Brendan Fraser but I would submit - and many would agree - Andy Kim should have been honored before him. In fact, it's hard to explain why Canada - and specifically his hometown of Montreal - have been cool to his return to his native land. I digress.
As was the case last year, the show offered a solid cast and collection of Canada's indie and pop music scene. A line up that included strong and spirited performances from Tomi Swick and Stabilo.
Concerts such as this one allow fans to meander through the vibrant existence of Canadian roots music without any pretensions.
The Bicycles are a great example. Hopping on stage with their t-shirts sporting the letter 'B', these cats were a unique and wickedly weird act. A special blend of The Partridge Family meets the Brady Bunch mixed in with the playfulness of the Barenaked Ladies this group could have easily fit into the 1960s eclectic scene. Their rendition of 'Jingle Jangle' revealed to me that they are genetically constructed for this sort of music. All what was missing was an acid trip with Josie and the Pussycats.
This contrasts with the incredible evocative voice of Serena Ryder. Watching her sing 'Silent Night' was a highlight. The words 'Sleep in heavenly peace' never sounded more powerful. This gal can move from soft hush tones to hard notes in a flash.
Emm Gryner was another performer that was at ease with emotional contradictions by allowing the audience to discover her delicate intimate style as well as her subtle power by playing a passive aggressive rendition of The Beatles' 'Revolution.'
Ron Sexsmith was, well, Sexsmith. He superbly covered Kim's 'How'd we ever get this way?' alongside Kim himself. The night reached its apex when Ed Robertson - and a couple of Ladies - stopped by for a couple of Christmas tunes.
Come on, there had to be a flaw somewhere? Well, not really. While the show was not as rambunctious as last year, my only tiny complaint is that I wished they played 'Rainbow Ride.' The song seemed tailor made for the style and hard edge of Kim's band.
Never mind about that. The concert helped raised funds for Children's Aid and this is what matters most.
All in all a grand success once again. The elder statesman of Canadian music took his place on the stage and was clearly well entrenched. What's an Andy Kim concert without an all-out jam session of 'Sugar, Sugar?' Easily, hands down, one of the most endearing rock tunes of all time. It's the one song everyone looks forward to hearing. And judging by the artists on stage, performing it looks like a blast.
That's what you want out of music. In many ways, Canadian music has a message for their American and British cousins: keep it real. Layoff the gimmicks and play the music. Let the artist shine. Once more, Andy Kim - unwittingly or otherwise - is helping to pave a new off-road for Canadian artists.
It's an odd fact of reality that Andy Kim is often associated with 'bubblegum.' If this is the case, we can apply this to many great artists of the 1960s and 1970s who did not get stigmatized with this moniker. Still, for one night, if this was 'bubblegum' it was clear the bubble never burst.
2006-12-21
Current Affairs: Ah-nold, Libya,Liberal Party, NHL
-A few years back Arnold's hometown in Austria and its politicians took the asinine decision of stripping him of his citizenship. Why? Because of his position on capital punishment. Yeesh, wouldn't want to be in that town if I ever disagreed with them. It got me thinking about Libya and its dubious decision to condemn to death five Bulgarian nurses and a Palestinian doctor. Where is the world outrage at this? Silly fricken me. It's just Bulgaria and a Palestinian involved. Bush is nowhere near this one. The beasts sleep tonight.
-So Stephane Dion unveiled his 'dream team,' eh? I said, EH? Let's see. Scott Brison, Bob Rae, Martha Hall and George Kennedy. Wha-um? This is the Big Four that are expected to lead the Liberals to power? To deliver strong and free Canada from whatever malaise grips this political wasteland? Are they kidding me? Wait. This just in. They are not kidding. Liberals never tell jokes or laugh I am told. They prefer to do it in real life.
We've got a cross-dresser, er, a cross-floorer - sorry. Let me start over. A former Conservative and a former Socialist in Brison and Rae. Solid integrity credentials there. No problem here. I do have a problem with the token lady. Kidding. Couldn't resist. A token lady nonetheless. And finally the 'young' hipster. Yup, they got all the pieces in place. All we need is a CBC script to get this drama baby going and we're in business. Watch the ratings soar!
Man, the Libs are more delusional than I first thought. Why, they're almost as lost as the NDP! Dion says he will run (and trip) ON THE SAME PLATFORM AS Chretien in 1993. Yeah, there's a sound model. If one wanted proof that the Liberals are simply operating on some other astral plane this is it. Just call them the Retro Party. I shouldn't complain. They just saved me a headache of making a decision on who to vote. The Liberals may lose me for good if this keeps up. Golly gee, I wish there was an Independent. A real third way.
This is so weird that it has to be me, right? It's me. I knew it. I'm the one that is lost. Phew. Canada will be O-tay!
-Why the NHL will never rival the big boys. Reason #436473213200128383. I just came back from Toronto. One of the things I enjoy the most when I visit other cities is listening to local radio. While in Canada's largest city I caught The Fan 590. Here in Montreal, one of the things that earned the ears of broadcasters and hockey fans was the schedule. Notably, that the Habs were not going to play the Detroit Red Wings. For many of us, this is an omission on the part of the NHL of gross incompetence. The Wings are an Original Six team. As such, they are always a welcomed adversary. Many fans voiced their displeasure and disapproval about this. It makes no sense that Original Six clubs don't play each other more often. The NHL says it honours its traditions yet it goes out and fails in one of the easier marketing weapons they have in their arsenal.
The same topic hit T.O. It seems that the Leafs don't play the Wings a whole lot this year either- I think they play them once. For a league that is starving for natural rivalries they sure know how to ignore one under their noses. You can't get more natural and historic than this one. Absurd when you think of it. Between the Leafs, Wings and Habs there's quite a bit of history - one that dates back to the 1940s and 50s.
It's kinda hard to get a grip or read on the state of the NHL. As a league it don't look all that hot. Of course not, it's run by an old boys network whose idea of brilliant marketing is, well, you got saw the scheduling. This from a group that added shoot-outs and the concept of earning a point for losing. Self-esteem experts must have had a say in this. Apparently they want to widen the nets now. Yes, cosmetics always ensure long and sustainable growth. Dring, dring, dring.
As a sport, I think hockey is fine. In fact, I would not be surprised if at the grass roots level it's growing in the United States. So these are indeed two different things. Yet, one esteemed commentator thinks the 'NHL is heading in the right direction.' If you consider heading into the Bermuda Triangle is good then I guess the NHL is ok after all. Silly, frivolous me.
Good job les boys.
-So Stephane Dion unveiled his 'dream team,' eh? I said, EH? Let's see. Scott Brison, Bob Rae, Martha Hall and George Kennedy. Wha-um? This is the Big Four that are expected to lead the Liberals to power? To deliver strong and free Canada from whatever malaise grips this political wasteland? Are they kidding me? Wait. This just in. They are not kidding. Liberals never tell jokes or laugh I am told. They prefer to do it in real life.
We've got a cross-dresser, er, a cross-floorer - sorry. Let me start over. A former Conservative and a former Socialist in Brison and Rae. Solid integrity credentials there. No problem here. I do have a problem with the token lady. Kidding. Couldn't resist. A token lady nonetheless. And finally the 'young' hipster. Yup, they got all the pieces in place. All we need is a CBC script to get this drama baby going and we're in business. Watch the ratings soar!
Man, the Libs are more delusional than I first thought. Why, they're almost as lost as the NDP! Dion says he will run (and trip) ON THE SAME PLATFORM AS Chretien in 1993. Yeah, there's a sound model. If one wanted proof that the Liberals are simply operating on some other astral plane this is it. Just call them the Retro Party. I shouldn't complain. They just saved me a headache of making a decision on who to vote. The Liberals may lose me for good if this keeps up. Golly gee, I wish there was an Independent. A real third way.
This is so weird that it has to be me, right? It's me. I knew it. I'm the one that is lost. Phew. Canada will be O-tay!
-Why the NHL will never rival the big boys. Reason #436473213200128383. I just came back from Toronto. One of the things I enjoy the most when I visit other cities is listening to local radio. While in Canada's largest city I caught The Fan 590. Here in Montreal, one of the things that earned the ears of broadcasters and hockey fans was the schedule. Notably, that the Habs were not going to play the Detroit Red Wings. For many of us, this is an omission on the part of the NHL of gross incompetence. The Wings are an Original Six team. As such, they are always a welcomed adversary. Many fans voiced their displeasure and disapproval about this. It makes no sense that Original Six clubs don't play each other more often. The NHL says it honours its traditions yet it goes out and fails in one of the easier marketing weapons they have in their arsenal.
The same topic hit T.O. It seems that the Leafs don't play the Wings a whole lot this year either- I think they play them once. For a league that is starving for natural rivalries they sure know how to ignore one under their noses. You can't get more natural and historic than this one. Absurd when you think of it. Between the Leafs, Wings and Habs there's quite a bit of history - one that dates back to the 1940s and 50s.
It's kinda hard to get a grip or read on the state of the NHL. As a league it don't look all that hot. Of course not, it's run by an old boys network whose idea of brilliant marketing is, well, you got saw the scheduling. This from a group that added shoot-outs and the concept of earning a point for losing. Self-esteem experts must have had a say in this. Apparently they want to widen the nets now. Yes, cosmetics always ensure long and sustainable growth. Dring, dring, dring.
As a sport, I think hockey is fine. In fact, I would not be surprised if at the grass roots level it's growing in the United States. So these are indeed two different things. Yet, one esteemed commentator thinks the 'NHL is heading in the right direction.' If you consider heading into the Bermuda Triangle is good then I guess the NHL is ok after all. Silly, frivolous me.
Good job les boys.
2006-12-19
Montreal's Olympic Stadium Finally Paid Off
Luckily, I live in a suburb of Montreal and we never had that annoying Olympic park tax. For 30 years Montrealers have been paying and paying and paying. What was sold as a dream turned out to be a disaster and it was Montrealers who have paid ever since. Not only in the pocketbooks but with our image as well.The Olympic Stadium is in the east end of the city. A section of town that is not exactly a 'go-to' spot among Montrealers. Its usefulness as such is now limited unless there's a massive demographics shift. Though the Plateau is expected to grow I doubt it would have an impact on the Stadium as a viable venue.
Jean Drapeau is the last mayor of this city to have visions of Montreal as a world class city. Traditionally, this is essentially a big town run on a small mentality. Drapeau bucked the trend but it cost us dearly. His pride in the city brought Expo 67 here and eventually the Olympics. Drapeau is an interesting figure in the history of this city.
Unfortunately, the Olympic dream was a nightmare from the start. Outright incompetence and corruption doomed the idea from the start. Poorly conceived and horribly executed, it was a showcase of ineptness along the lines of a Three Stooges sketch. A Parisian architect? What were they thinking? In any event, this is the legacy and bad taste it leaves in the mouths of many Montrealers.
For me, the Stadium is a symbol, a relic of a time when Montreal was important. When it dared to take its place among the great cities of the world. How things change. Don't let its imposing image fool you. It now stands meekly on the landscape of this fair city.
Today, the Stadium is used for all sorts of things. We have to justify the salaries of so many union workers. There's plenty of blame to go around when it comes to the Olympic park spiraling out of control and the unions are among the top. The place crawls with those creeps from the Olympic Installations Board. It reminds me of when you turn over a rock and find all sorts of bugs underneath.
My memories of the Stadium lay strictly with the Montreal Expos. The park wasn't that bad of a place with the roof open during a summer ball game filled with fans. It wasn't the best place but it was tolerable. For a while, I actually lived around the park. It was so sad to see it in that state. When the Expos left town it was the final curtain.
I don't think Montrealers grasp just how much the Expos meant economically to the city. The millions of dollars brought in from traveling Americans had a huge impact that has never been replaced. We fiddle around and spend millions with pointless Aquatic Championships with limited appeal but we couldn't figure out how to make the Expos stay? Talk about having our sports priorities mixed up.Bitter you say? Partly. But mostly sad. When I see the Stadium I see the broken promises and unrealized potential of a city (heck, country) gone astray.
Enjoy the Olympic Stadium Montreal. Insert scratching hear here.
2006-12-18
Dear John
Dear John,
Greetings my friend! I bring to you glad tidings as well as some recent happenings from this great big la-la land.
Not so long ago, the carcass that calls itself the Liberal Party carefully - though not as careful as your legendary stinginess - chose a leader. What a grand undertaking for such a party of grandeur to be selecting their very own coffee beans! Oh John, out of the woods came all sorts of characters to proclaim their unsolicited thoughts. It was quite the bemusing spectacle. These thoughts often amounted to nothing more than a pile of infertile dirt. Thinkings that only a star starved media could swallow.
A deliberate media darling is in the works now, John. We must revel in its truth. Is there a political version of decongestant? Watch them run and clamour to his every word. For he is the son of a past revered leader. There are no regressive genes, as you know John, with privileged political families.
So, this young lad, thanks to his committed love for his father, is convinced that another man lacks wisdom? Good for him. But I must inquire - and you may be able to help - where did he collect his confidence?
Please send my regards to your loving wife with skin as smooth as silk. Oh the memories.
Sincerely,
The Commentator
Dear friend,
It was nice to hear from you. Every time I hear from you I am happy enough to make love to my wife. My prize and joyful pride.
Don't be surprised if Justin Trudeau - son of former Prime Minister Pierre Eliott Trudeau - gets a kick at the PM can at some point in the future.
I know very little of him, for I am on a pleasure seeking hunt in Africa over the last five years. It does, from afar, seem that his myth is already surpassing his accomplishments. My concern is that his possible rise to the top will have very little to do with any fresh political ideals of any substance.
It reminds me a little of Hilary Clinton and the new beau of our times Obama. He'll be hailed as the next great thing since Tim Horton's maple walnut doughnut. Not Obama, I refer to Justin. I googled them. Cute as buttons.
For me, he won little points for offering the torpid thoughts that Michael Ignatieff lacked the 'wisdom' to lead the tipsy Liberals. Are they still around? Alas, perhaps he did not have the moxy or ability to lead. However, who is this young man to stipulate as much? Seeing that he is close in age to myself, I don't think passing judgment on others about their wisdom is, well, a wise thing to do.
In those words, he did not exhibit wisdom himself. While many will get caught up in the glitz of the nouveau Trudeau mania, some of us will critically assess the person with more sober applications.
Best Regards,
John
PS: Loved the cabin.
Greetings my friend! I bring to you glad tidings as well as some recent happenings from this great big la-la land.
Not so long ago, the carcass that calls itself the Liberal Party carefully - though not as careful as your legendary stinginess - chose a leader. What a grand undertaking for such a party of grandeur to be selecting their very own coffee beans! Oh John, out of the woods came all sorts of characters to proclaim their unsolicited thoughts. It was quite the bemusing spectacle. These thoughts often amounted to nothing more than a pile of infertile dirt. Thinkings that only a star starved media could swallow.
A deliberate media darling is in the works now, John. We must revel in its truth. Is there a political version of decongestant? Watch them run and clamour to his every word. For he is the son of a past revered leader. There are no regressive genes, as you know John, with privileged political families.
So, this young lad, thanks to his committed love for his father, is convinced that another man lacks wisdom? Good for him. But I must inquire - and you may be able to help - where did he collect his confidence?
Please send my regards to your loving wife with skin as smooth as silk. Oh the memories.
Sincerely,
The Commentator
Dear friend,
It was nice to hear from you. Every time I hear from you I am happy enough to make love to my wife. My prize and joyful pride.
Don't be surprised if Justin Trudeau - son of former Prime Minister Pierre Eliott Trudeau - gets a kick at the PM can at some point in the future.
I know very little of him, for I am on a pleasure seeking hunt in Africa over the last five years. It does, from afar, seem that his myth is already surpassing his accomplishments. My concern is that his possible rise to the top will have very little to do with any fresh political ideals of any substance.
It reminds me a little of Hilary Clinton and the new beau of our times Obama. He'll be hailed as the next great thing since Tim Horton's maple walnut doughnut. Not Obama, I refer to Justin. I googled them. Cute as buttons.
For me, he won little points for offering the torpid thoughts that Michael Ignatieff lacked the 'wisdom' to lead the tipsy Liberals. Are they still around? Alas, perhaps he did not have the moxy or ability to lead. However, who is this young man to stipulate as much? Seeing that he is close in age to myself, I don't think passing judgment on others about their wisdom is, well, a wise thing to do.
In those words, he did not exhibit wisdom himself. While many will get caught up in the glitz of the nouveau Trudeau mania, some of us will critically assess the person with more sober applications.
Best Regards,
John
PS: Loved the cabin.
2006-12-15
Sports Comment: Lamar Hunt; The Lou Marsh Award.
Lamar Hunt has passed on. To the average Canadian who follows only hockey the Hunt name is just another American name. To the North American sports fan, he stands among giants on the sports landscape.Of course, Hunt is synonymous with creating the AFL and specifically the Kansas City Chiefs - a league that ended up being a true rival to the NFL before the two leagues merged. Next to Pete Rozelle, it would be hard to imagine a more influential figure than Lamar Hunt in helping to make NFL what it is today.
However, he didn't just restrict himself to football. Hunt dabbled in tennis and soccer - where he was instrumental in creating the MLS. He also had a hand in bringing hockey to the state of Ohio via the Columbus Blue Jackets. I've always felt Ohio could be a viable hockey market and Hunt thought so too.
Professional sports lost a big one this week. It seemed only fitting to contribute and share some words about Lamar Hunt on this blog.
-Quick word on the Lou Marsh award. The Marsh award is handed out annually to Canada's top athlete. It has not, surprise, been without its controversies. Readers may recall when MVP Larry Walker came second to F1 World Champion Jacques Villeneuve. Walker was none too pleased for having lost to a 'machine.'This year a similar, albeit, less high profile debate is being whispered among a few sports fans. Olympian and speed skater Cindy Klassen got the nod this year. She became Canada's most decorated Olympian ever in Torino after hauling in five medals (one gold, two silver and two bronze). It was an impressive accomplishment and one that will indeed go down as one of this country's greatest.
Usually, there isn't much debate because choosing a winner in the past has traditionally been easy. Add a little public apathy and the judges escaped scrutiny. Should they get a pass this year?
Who did Klassen beat out? MLB's MVP Justin Morneau, the NBA'S MVP Steve Nash and the NHL'S MVP Joe Thornton.
I know, what constitutes an athlete, Commentator? Some feel an amateur athlete is purer. Suggesting that millionaire pro stars are less so. At times this is true; others it is not. Without getting into any details, I wonder if she should have beaten out any of them. I can overlook Thornton because so many hockey players have won through the years but it's hard to ignore what Morneau and Nash pulled off. For Canadians to be considered the top players in baseball and basketball is a huge thing. I would argue bigger than winning medals. Canada is expected to excel in speed skating and the winter games. The bar is lower with MLB and the NBA.
Just my take.
2006-12-13
Film's Greatest Duo?
I watched two back to back films the other day. It wasn't the first time I had seen 'The Sting' or 'Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid' but each time I do, it feels as though I had never seen them.Like a great song, it's nearly impossible to pinpoint why a film resonates with an individual. Art speaks on so many levels that the permutations presented ordain it to perfectly impossible to do so. We all like different things for different reasons. Often enough, we can't articulate what hits us inside our soul.
Being a practical soul myself, 'The Sting' is a little easier to explain because it takes a place during a period that I happen to like. From the ragtime music of Scott Joplin to the sharp suits that marked the era, the movie captured me.
In 'Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid' who can forget that whole seen when Redford and Newman are being followed. After failing to elude their pursuers, Cassidy (played by Newman) asks, "Who are those guys?" Of course, the ending that meets the two tragic heroes was also a scene to remember. Though 'Rain Drops Keep Falling on my Head' is a great song, it still escaped me how it fits with the style of the film. It seems so displaced. Hey, that's me.
Sometimes I wonder how 'Slap Shot' would have done with Robert Redford playing the part of Ned.
However, there is something else about these two- something more subtle and intangible. And this is the point of this post.Warning, writer's Intrusion: I can just hear an editor now saying get to the point earlier! Specifically, I allude to the screen presence of Paul Newman and Robert Redford. One would be hard pressed, and perhaps a film historian can help me out here, to find a more impressive film duo in the past 50 years. Certainly there have been a few from Abbott and Costello, Laurel & Hardy, Jerry Lewis and Dean Martin, Cheech and Chong. Ok, scratch the last two. But who matches the aura of Newman and Redford?
In more recent times, Affleck and Damon have taken stabs at the Holy Grail. But Sir Percival did not find the Grail for them. Somehow they don't cut it. One of the more anticipated unification of two great actors was when Al Pacino and Robert De Niro starred in 'Heat.' However, that film was hardly a classic and the interaction between the two left me wanting more.
As I write, only the work of Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire as well as Kelly and Frank Sinatra match and possibly surpass the stage presence of Redford and Newman. Alas, the films they were involved in were often musicals.
Kelly or Newman. It doesn't matter much. I can't help but look back and think that one reason why they remains so enchanting is that they operated and moved their way suavely on the screen during a time when men were allowed to be men. These days, the womanifcation - my word - of man is a little too overt.
Humprey Bogart was a man's man. A ladies man. The line between a man and a woman was clear and distinct. Everyone knew and accepted this. I digress. It's a theory not explored.
Maybe this is why these films captivate me. Maybe on some level I instinctively feel we may have lost something. The films just sit right with me. Like a good song or a fine bottle of wine. I don't need (or want) to rationalize this. Suffice, for me to selfishly mention it along simplified lines.
In any event, even if one does not get caught up in over imaginative philosophies about film, these were two great films that happened to have two really cool men grace the screen.
2006-12-12
Juvenal's Lesson
It's a strange bit of self-centered fact that each generation feels it lives in the best or worst of times. We haven't been any stupider or progressive (depending who you read or listen to) at any point in our history.
As one of history's greatest satirists, in Juvenal this picture is perfectly described in poetic prose. Juvenal spoke of Rome's many vices and virtues much as we do today for own times. Collectively, the west seems to have become jaded and cynical about many things. Politics seems so unhinged and the obsession with celebrity culture more perverse than ever; while personal integrity has been murdered to be buried along the Flaminian Way.
Not much is known about Juvenal. Whatever is known is subject to spirited debates among scholars but whatever his intentions were or his persona (deliberately or otherwise) may have been, Juvenal speaks to us in ways that beguile our minds in its starkness and accuracy.
To him, vices swirled all around him. Speak to a spiritual person and they will say as much of today. The forces of evil are slowly taking over as black angels roam the earth. Some days I feel that way. Life is too absurd and contradictory to not think this at times. Consider:
"In an age when each pimp-husband takes gifts from his wife's lover (if she can't inherit by law): and is adept at watching the ceiling, or tactfully snoring, still will wide awake, in his wine, will such things suffice?"
"If you want to be someone today, dare acts that could earn you prison or exile."
"Today every vice has its ruinous zenith."
"Who can sleep easy today? Avaricious daughters-in-law and brides are seduced for cash, schoolboys are adulterers."
These are quotes from Satire I (Why Satire?). Juvenal wrote sixteen satires. Satire II (Hypocritical Perverts) opens up with "Northward beyond the Lappsto the frozen Polar ice-cap is where I long to escape when I hear high moral discourse from raging queens who affect ancestral peasant virtues. An ignorant crowd, too, despite all those plaster busts of Stoic philosophers on display in their houses: intellectual perfection in their case means hanging up some original portrait - Aristotle, or one of the Seven Sages. Appearances are deceptive: every back street abounds with solemn-faced humbuggers. You're castigating vice, you, the most dyke among all our Socratic fairies?"
Talk about an indictment of posers and all things trendy. I can't help but think of Madonna and her Kabbalah escapades or any celebrity who hijacks into a new philosophical path. Empty is their spirit. If only they knew that a slight shifting of their minds was all they needed. At least in Juvenal's time people had a picture of Aristotle on the wall. Today, we don't even bother. Ari-who? It is much easier to parade along the highway of false idols.
Of course, Juvenal also takes his stabs at homosexuality. But it's hard to conclude if he attacks homosexuality per say or more the wanton deliberate descending into the act of sexual debauchery for its own sake. Did he feel homosexuality was a choice? Specifically, he mocked Emperors who legislated moral values but acted in complete lasciviousness.
Nonetheless, doesn't it ring true for contemporary society? Sure, Rome was different from today but the core of his message is universal. Makes you wonder if we have evolved at all. M'lord, had Juvenal been today might he have a ball? Or would it all be so obvious to him leaving him bored and disillusioned?
Juvenal was bitter, skillful and poignant. He was perhaps the most vulgar of all Roman satirists. When he spoke of virtue he harked to a simpler time when Rome was but a mere Republic. We do the same. We always look romantically back on a perceived simpler time. Rousseau spoke of the 'noble savage' but Juvenal beat him to the punch and we have proven to be utterly unoriginal on these utterances.
When one reads Juvenal the reader can't help but wonder if human history is circular. Or if it's linear with circular motions built along the line. Either way, man can create but his soul remains the same. The universal principle was the same then as it is today.
Juvenal reminds us that the world has its optimists and pessimists. How one sees the world is determined by this innate fact. Juvenal was not impressed by what he saw in Rome. His poems read like a long Lou Reed song in hexameter form. From whores to homosexuals and cross-dressers to the unbelievable hypocrisy of the aristocracy to 'gross greed' the song remains the same.
Finally. Juvenal once suggested to his friend Postumus to hang or drown himself or jump out of a window upon hearing that Postumus was to marry. The joke (?) has stuck around ever since. Only this time men drink beer, watch football and play pool while they do it.
Speaking of women, if men think that they don't make women like they used or that women of a previous generation were more virtuous consider once more one of Juvenal's rants.
About women of a 'Golden Age.' "Women suckled huge infants with their functional breasts and were often shaggier than their acorn-belching husbands." Good times, good times indeed. "Modern wives, on the other hand, have orgasms while watching homosexual dancers at the theater and become the groupies of musicians and gladiators. Nowadays a chaste wife is a rare bird on this earth, sort of like a black swan."
One must wonder just how Juvenal would have handled the cult of political correctness.
The irony of course is that Juvenal wrote in the 2nd century AD. A period in Rome's history that Gibbon described as "the period in the history of the world during which the condition of the human race was most happy and prosperous."
As one of history's greatest satirists, in Juvenal this picture is perfectly described in poetic prose. Juvenal spoke of Rome's many vices and virtues much as we do today for own times. Collectively, the west seems to have become jaded and cynical about many things. Politics seems so unhinged and the obsession with celebrity culture more perverse than ever; while personal integrity has been murdered to be buried along the Flaminian Way.
Not much is known about Juvenal. Whatever is known is subject to spirited debates among scholars but whatever his intentions were or his persona (deliberately or otherwise) may have been, Juvenal speaks to us in ways that beguile our minds in its starkness and accuracy.
To him, vices swirled all around him. Speak to a spiritual person and they will say as much of today. The forces of evil are slowly taking over as black angels roam the earth. Some days I feel that way. Life is too absurd and contradictory to not think this at times. Consider:
"In an age when each pimp-husband takes gifts from his wife's lover (if she can't inherit by law): and is adept at watching the ceiling, or tactfully snoring, still will wide awake, in his wine, will such things suffice?"
"If you want to be someone today, dare acts that could earn you prison or exile."
"Today every vice has its ruinous zenith."
"Who can sleep easy today? Avaricious daughters-in-law and brides are seduced for cash, schoolboys are adulterers."
These are quotes from Satire I (Why Satire?). Juvenal wrote sixteen satires. Satire II (Hypocritical Perverts) opens up with "Northward beyond the Lappsto the frozen Polar ice-cap is where I long to escape when I hear high moral discourse from raging queens who affect ancestral peasant virtues. An ignorant crowd, too, despite all those plaster busts of Stoic philosophers on display in their houses: intellectual perfection in their case means hanging up some original portrait - Aristotle, or one of the Seven Sages. Appearances are deceptive: every back street abounds with solemn-faced humbuggers. You're castigating vice, you, the most dyke among all our Socratic fairies?"
Talk about an indictment of posers and all things trendy. I can't help but think of Madonna and her Kabbalah escapades or any celebrity who hijacks into a new philosophical path. Empty is their spirit. If only they knew that a slight shifting of their minds was all they needed. At least in Juvenal's time people had a picture of Aristotle on the wall. Today, we don't even bother. Ari-who? It is much easier to parade along the highway of false idols.
Of course, Juvenal also takes his stabs at homosexuality. But it's hard to conclude if he attacks homosexuality per say or more the wanton deliberate descending into the act of sexual debauchery for its own sake. Did he feel homosexuality was a choice? Specifically, he mocked Emperors who legislated moral values but acted in complete lasciviousness.
Nonetheless, doesn't it ring true for contemporary society? Sure, Rome was different from today but the core of his message is universal. Makes you wonder if we have evolved at all. M'lord, had Juvenal been today might he have a ball? Or would it all be so obvious to him leaving him bored and disillusioned?
Juvenal was bitter, skillful and poignant. He was perhaps the most vulgar of all Roman satirists. When he spoke of virtue he harked to a simpler time when Rome was but a mere Republic. We do the same. We always look romantically back on a perceived simpler time. Rousseau spoke of the 'noble savage' but Juvenal beat him to the punch and we have proven to be utterly unoriginal on these utterances.
When one reads Juvenal the reader can't help but wonder if human history is circular. Or if it's linear with circular motions built along the line. Either way, man can create but his soul remains the same. The universal principle was the same then as it is today.
Juvenal reminds us that the world has its optimists and pessimists. How one sees the world is determined by this innate fact. Juvenal was not impressed by what he saw in Rome. His poems read like a long Lou Reed song in hexameter form. From whores to homosexuals and cross-dressers to the unbelievable hypocrisy of the aristocracy to 'gross greed' the song remains the same.
Finally. Juvenal once suggested to his friend Postumus to hang or drown himself or jump out of a window upon hearing that Postumus was to marry. The joke (?) has stuck around ever since. Only this time men drink beer, watch football and play pool while they do it.
Speaking of women, if men think that they don't make women like they used or that women of a previous generation were more virtuous consider once more one of Juvenal's rants.
About women of a 'Golden Age.' "Women suckled huge infants with their functional breasts and were often shaggier than their acorn-belching husbands." Good times, good times indeed. "Modern wives, on the other hand, have orgasms while watching homosexual dancers at the theater and become the groupies of musicians and gladiators. Nowadays a chaste wife is a rare bird on this earth, sort of like a black swan."
One must wonder just how Juvenal would have handled the cult of political correctness.
The irony of course is that Juvenal wrote in the 2nd century AD. A period in Rome's history that Gibbon described as "the period in the history of the world during which the condition of the human race was most happy and prosperous."
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