Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Enviro-Mental Breakdown

Two Parter

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ONE - You might find it surprising that I still need a bit of convincing that humans are the worst species to have ever inhabited the earth.
If were to be hoenst with myself, then sure, there's no way around that fact. Even once you discount all our atrocities there's still all those poor rare strains of fungus that we've annihilated in building another McDonald's in some rural Mongolian town.
I'll spare you the fact that, hey, since we're the only species with a system of morals, we must necessarily be the worst species to have ever existed.
But I don't really buy it, I think it's a pointless argument. Which is why I'm ASTOUNDED to learn that, for all the lip-service people pay to ideas like "How nice would the Earth be if humans were to just die out" and "we deserve to be extinct for all the awful shit we've done," there is actually a group that is dedicated to this very idea.
The Voluntary Human Extinction Movement exists. It seems like a headline from The Onion for god's sake. But they're committed to exactly what it sounds like: halting the birth rate to an absolute zero in order to freeze the damage being done to earth (environmentally) to that millions of other species can be preserved.
It's a radical strain, and I don't imagine many people would be giving much thought to joining. Still, you have to admire VHEMT's candor in saying something so utterly stupid; it traipses into the realm of boldness.
Great minds have always had the most radical ideas. Too bad these guys, despite they're sheer genius, are ensuring that there will be no one around to carry on they're legacy. Let's hope that they'll extinct themselves sooner rather than later, so the rest of us can get on with finding real solutions.
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TWO - I thought this was the funniest thing I'd read all day, despite that it stems from such awful news.
Russia tested, on Sept. 11 2007, a new kind of bomb that is reportedly the most powerful non-nuclear weapon on earth, 5x more powerful than an American-made bomb of the same description.
Here's an exerpt from that article:

MOSCOW (AP) - The Russian military has successfully tested what it described as the world's most powerful non-nuclear air-delivered bomb, Russia's state television reported Tuesday.

It was the latest show of Russia's military muscle amid chilly relations with the United States.
Channel One television said the new weapon, nicknamed the "dad of all bombs" is four times more powerful than the U.S. "mother of all bombs."

"The tests have shown that the new air-delivered ordnance is comparable to a nuclear weapon in its efficiency and capability," said Col.-Gen. Alexander Rukshin, a deputy chief of the Russian military's General Staff, said in televised remarks.
Unlike a nuclear weapon, the bomb doesn't hurt the environment, he added.
Whew. I mean, if you're going to turn hundreds of thousands of people into fertilizer, it's probably a good thing that you could grow a few organic carrots out of it, right?
...right?

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Hegemony Betting

I dislike the word empire.

It's a byword these days for everything American. America is the modern Rome - stretching it's fingers far into lands with which it has little contact other than a military presence. American culture and media unerringly plant their flags across the globe to create small satellites of influence, like the Soviet Union of the 70s and 80s (a fact that today's educated elite never tire of smugly reminding us, as though it were a painfully accurate comparison).

My understanding of the classic idea of empire is a nation-state (or region, whatever your preference is) that can claim lands and civilizations foreign to its centre as its own. Britain was an empire at one point because countries such as India and Sri Lanka were made to pledge allegiance to the Queen. They shared a head of state, and the smaller, servile countries took their political cues from a distant ruler.

The US is no such hegemon. I'm not entirely educated on this point, but I cannot name another country that is forcibly made to pledge formal allegience to George W. Bush. No other country flies an American flag as official state policy. This may be a small point to argue against - nobody can deny that America has more cultural and political influence than any other civilization previous.

But the word empire has a consistently (albeit fairly recent) negative connotation, just as, I suppose, "American" currently does. And in the state of mind, it's popular to compare America to that last failed empire: Rome. Rome's spectacular slow-motion car-wreck of a decline is a delightful model for American nay-sayers to call upon, only with the added joy is pointing out that Rome was at least cultured.

What is driving the American juggernaut into the ground? Pick one, anything. Literally any aspect of what might be loosely considered the American Way of Life will be another nail in it's own coffin. Environmental policy (or lack of), her politics, her education system, her slumping economy, the housing market, the declining standards of television, McDonald's, Croc shoes, Paris Hilton, the extinction of the rare blue shrub of Nevada, Sen. Craig's mischievious right toe i the men's bathroom. Nothing is too small a point to stick in the supposedly rapidly-deflating balloon of US dominance.

Yet for all the destruction theories, no convincing alternatives have risen to fill the vacuum. We like to think that the European Union is the last bastion of 'white' culture and will always be a guiding light, but how well does that hold up? Europe enjoys an aging population that is being reduced by half every generation: there may not be a Europe to save us in 50 years, much less a "white" majority in major capitals like London.

**Please understand that my argument here is not a "white supremacist" one in any sense, but only to point out that the comfortable way of life most of us enjoy here is the result of a history of what is generally considered "white", or "Anglo-Saxon" if you prefer, forms of governance: democratic ideals, free market, etc. For an example, note that countries like America and Canada, whose lifestyles we primarily identify with, are of British heritage. Obviously there are exceptions to this rule. **

China or Russia? Forget it: as the article by Joel Achenbauch clearly indicates, both of these countries boast power based on number or history, but both are leading the pack in economic, environmental, and societal decline.

The Middle East? Perhaps, based on their booming demography. But the median age in much of the middle east is still in it's infancy, and the life expectancy still not much better than many African nations.

America makes missteps. The lunges it takes from time to time in technology or foreign policy often lead to disasterous consequences down the road. Such is the burden of being the biggest player on the field - your own unweildiness undercuts the sheer power and influence of your maneuvers. But perhaps being the biggest also allows you the best view as well.

I don't believe that US power is in decline, first off because the idea of an American empire is ridiculous. US military might may cast a shadow over the political schemes of other nations, but don't consider for a second that it doesn't work the other way around. The US has adaptibility going for it, coupled with a tried and true form of government that, while still a leakey boat at times, has sailed relatively smoothly since 1776. Keep in mind that most democratic states in contiental Europe are much younger than even Canada's own.

Will America fall because of its military campaigns, leaving itself and the world nothing but an ash-ridden parking lot of nuclear fallout? Unlikely. For all its detractors, US military campaigns still largely serve to protect its own security and the security of it's people. As distasteful as war is, and the current conflict at hand, I still believe that promoting democracy in the Middle East and around the world works to the benefit of all. To say that the loss to this point of American lives is not worth the final result is insulting, and only exacerbates the boldness of those who see democracy as a weak horse form of government (this is about the time most would accuse me of being a brainwashed neocon youth).

My point is not to dwell on Iraq: the issue is much bigger than that. To end this entry, I'll simply direct you to the article from the Washington Post that gave rise to this belated blog.

Post-script: I find it funny, and kind of sad, that those who argue the benefits of globalization and the breaking down of national boundaries take it as read that America, the best example of globalization at work, is inherently globalization's cautionary tale. "Let's accept the cultures and practices of other peoples, but not share our own, for that would empirial and dictatorial." What one is essentially saying is that would should tolerate other cultures much like we would tolerate small children, while not allowing our more dominant culture to exert any influence, for it's sheer effectiveness gives it an unfair advantage.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Missing Something

Rolling around Vice Magazine's website today, I watched an interesting episode of their online video-blog (I guess) that they call Vice TV, or something like that.

It's usually an excellent blog, as well as an excellent website. I find that their politics often don't mesh very well with my own, but on the whole, the people at Vice are able to steer away from any direct political criticism and are clear to point out that the opinions are those of the writers and not so much of the entire magazine. That, and their wicked sense of humour and political incorrectness, saves them from my otherwise harsh criteria and oh-so-openminded Conservative demeanour.

I kid. But back to my point, this certain video-blog entry features an interview with a no-name model and a semi-name photographer who goes by Richard Kern. (Before you click, I'll warn you that the video does contain a fair amount of frontal nudity by the model, although I don't imagine anybody is going to find bare breasts shocking at this day and age.)

The model goes on to briefly describe her life before modelling, coming from Sarasota Springs, and subsequently being freed of the "repressiveness" of said hometown. I wonder: how is it possible for so many young people of today to feel to constantly repressed? This young woman details her trips to India to study meditation with a Swami, and the crowds she fell in and out of, most of which involved some kind of seedy scene or illegal drug use.

And then she mimicks her mother's hysterical shrieking, who wonders why her daughter isn't on the cover of Vogue rather than modelling nude for a strange, somewhat ingratiating middle-aged photographer. Hell, is it that bad that your mother would want something for you a little better than what you're currently doing? I'm not saying a parent shouldn't be respectful, to a degree, of her child's decisions, but to say that you experienced repression growing up in a mid-west US town and that you had to "escape" your parents by going to India...

...grow up. I'm sure India is a wonderful place, but the youth of today seem to think that any place other than here is so much better. You are not repressed, ok? You are dissatisfied, but show me a teen who hasn't experienced dissatisfaction at some point. The only difference is, some people are intelligent enough to stick it out instead of becoming a permanent Lost Boy. Your own sense of personal responsibility comes from enduring a tough situation and making it better, not changing the scene if it ain't your bag, man.

Don't abuse a foreign culture as a solution to your teenaged angst; don't adopt a new religion or philosophy at the drop of a hat simply because your parents have never heard of it. It's insulting not only to that group of people who practice is legitimately, but also to your own identity, which deserves to be hard-won and not changed like a pair of underwear.

Post-Script: To see all of ViceMag online, click here. I highly recommend the Dos and Don'ts page, which can be found at the top of the homepage.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Not only do these colours run, sirens scream to clear their way

The city of Toronto has recently decided to retract its motion to have all the magnetic "Support the Troops" decals removed from its emergency vehicles. The decals, which had been on the firetrucks and ambulances since the beginning of the Canadian presence in Afghanistan, had recently come under scrutiny due to the supposedly "controversial nature" of the war campaign.

So, in an effort to remain as broadly supportive of every strata of Torontonian culture like a proper "moderate" Canuck, the mayor and his cohorts decided that all the vehicles would be stripped of the decals, lest they offend someone.

Never mind that the emergency service workers of TO might feel a kinship with the few other brave people willing to risk their lives, never mind that it's simply a show of support and not necessarily support for the war. Knee-jerk reactions in the name of moderation and tolerance have never been so poorly disguised.

Thankfully, the motion was overrulled due to immense public outrage. It seems the shrinking, shrieking minority wasn't able to kick and scream its way out of this ugly condescension. So score a (minor) point for the good guys.

Then the city issues this disgusting press release, deeming it appropriate to mention that "all of Canada's men and women serving in the military have the unwavering support of all Torontonians."

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

News/Talk/Radio

This one is a bit harder to pin down, because it's partly a personal story as well as news-relevant.

On my way to work this morning, I was listening to JACK 92.5. I'm not sure if it's familiar to any of my St. Catharines friends, but I imagine it might be since it's a Toronto station, and probably reaches our smoggy shores in Southern Ontario.

The voice on the radio (because I'm not aware of the personality, or even if it was a Public Service Announcement) was speaking about the recent news of the video ABC had attained showing an Al-Quaeda suicide-bomber graduation. It's literally what it sounds like: graduation had come for hundreds of now certified suicide bombers in the blind attempt at worldwide Islamic rule, or jihad (keeping in mind that, as we're constantly reminded, that jihad literally means "internal struggle." How delicate.)

Some of these "graduates" are as young as 12 years old, which I'm sure comes as no surprise to many who are even halfway aware of the news flowing out of the Middle East every day.

That's awful enough as it is. But the radio announcer decided to up the ante by coupling that story with the seemingly unconnected story of the Hwy. 400 accident that occured Monday. The crash was a result of three young men drag racing on the highway. A transport truck swerved to avoid them and rolled, killing the truck driver. The three men have been charged.

Normally I'm not a terribly reactive person - I've come to expect the hypocrisy and utter stupidity of most of the Canadian news outlets that insist on turning a blind eye to all that could be considered even remotely "unbecoming" of the Canadian identity. But this certain radio DJ attempted to draw a connection by saying that, if a parent send their child into the streets with a nice car and a licence, then they are essentially doing no more than unleashing something akin to an adolescent suicide bomber into the GTA.

Hear that? Install a few speed humps along residential streets and put more cops on the highway, because we are currently at risk of teenage death-squads, not clad in Hamas colours and high-velocity explosives, but something far more sinister: Honda Civics.

The idea that this man could possibly compare an ideology (that has a vast global network that ceases to slow its growth) of death-cultism, one that is committed to the destruction of democratic law and civil society, is not only absurd, it's insulting in a manner that leaves me almost speechless.

And then, we get news saying that Stephen Harper and the American CIA are attempting to supress the graduation story, regardless of its harrowing portentions. Whether they are or not is irrelevent; the media in Canada and the US has been supressing this kind of information for years in the attempt to appear "multicultural" and "culturally tolerant." It's the jihadist's anger with the American occupation, it's the terrible conditions they live under, it's only a small percentage that believes in a violent jihad, etc etc. Well, some stories can't be excused away, and we're expected to be angry with the government for not acting sooner as we sit back and refuse to act at all. No, we'd rather think globally and act locally about the environment.

And they can't see their own hypocrisy.

We've done this to ourselves. Those adolescent time-bombs have been dispatched to NATO allied countries. That includes Canada. When it comes to being fearful of an explosion in Nathan Philip's Square, or the off-chance of a couple of irresponsible kids with a custom muffler, I know which one I'll be keeping my head up for.

Monday, April 16, 2007

Sweet Dreams

It almost seems like a cruel joke that I chose yesterday, for the first time, to post on a weekend and do a bit of personal reflection and disregard the news from around the world. I reflected mostly on my life within school and what will happen when I leave, and sure, reading it now I find an undertone of having had extreme good fortune and perhaps not recognizing it. I don't consider myself, I think, one of those people who simply cannot recognize the good in their life. I know I do and I know that I have been extremely fortunate.

But, perhaps paradoxically, the edges become sharper and the lines more clearly defined as time passes. You've probably all heard the news of the school killings coming out of Virginia today, and I'll try my best not to write on it too extensively. It doesn't do any good to rehash the obvious when I'm sure everyone can agree that it's a horrible situation.

Events like this probably do, and should, make us feel fortunate. Just yesterday I expressed my dismay at the confusion surrounding my future, and here, 33 people have had their futures snatched away from them doing the exact same thing I've been doing for so long now - creating choices through education. I ended yesterday's post with a fairly glib comment, something about pushing all the negative shit away and reflecting that things will roll on more or less as they should. And though it may seem irresponsible to say that now, I still believe it.

I've had more than a few friends express to me today their disgust and horror at what happens in the world - an understandable and admirable observation. It shows that these people are moral and emotional people who do not let life fall lightly upon them without leaving an impression.

But a deeper part of me despairs any lasting feelings some may hold regarding the "futile" nature of everything. I'm naturally an anxious person, and over the past few years I've committed myself to not letting things bother me as much as they used to, and though this is no laughing matter, I still believe that looking forward is the best policy one can have (while, of course, keeping an eye trained over the shoulder). I'd like to encourage those who have been shocked and saddened by today's events to keep that in mind too. I don't think they need my warnings anyway - most people I know are quite good at keeping their chins up.

Just before I wrap up my philosophical waxing, I'll make a small note, something that Kari mentioned in her blog a little while ago about the gruesome and often depressing news that dominates journalism. It's my belief that this is simply the way journalism is, and it does not reflect anything sadistic about the human race, any bloodlust that is somehow inherent. I do not think, by nature, that the news is full of bad tidings simply because that is what is entertaining.

We must keep in the mind that the news is a system that is essentially the never-ending catalogue of our times. It sustains itself by never reaching an end. Good news, stories that make one cheerful, are good news mainly because they have ENDINGS. A little old lady wins the lottery and she can now get that hip replacement; a small child is rescued from a flood and can now go on to lead a happy, full life; a food shipment finally gets to starving refugees somewhere in Cambodia, and they can carry on now.

Bad news, on the other hand, is the killing of the dragon before we can get to the damsel. It's the conflict, and nobody has ever read a bedtime story that began with walking out the front door and ended two pages later with the hero getting his just rewards. Something must happen. It's more than simply satiating the masses their need for death and mayhem.

That being said, I was forced to come across a number of awful stories in the news that have been sidelines by the Virginia case in my attempt to find this for anyone who's interested. It's a bit of good news for you: a story about chocolate farmers in a remote Mayan community that are making a well-deserved dollar for honest work. It's a great article and it may lift the mood a bit.

My thoughts and prayers go out to those in Virginia.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

All Quiet on the Weekend Front

No news today. Go back to bed; everything is ok. It's just Sunday, son.

Actually, I'm sure there is news, I just haven't bothered to check yet. Somehow I've managed to avoid all my primary news aggregators in favour of just drinking a cup of coffee and going over a bit of sleepy political commentary and my friends' blogs.

It's a Sunday, but it doesn't really feel like a Sunday, not yet. Yesterday, the day of the Postmodernist Literature exam, was the worst case of mistaken identity for a weekday I've ever experienced - rather than feel like the beginning of a weekend I thought we were smack-dab in middle of a busy school week.

Of course confusing a weekday with another is only ever a small step away from the moment you realize that time is slipping by pretty quickly. I'm reaching the end of my third year of university, with less than a week to go until I jet back to dear old Aurora and my dear old summer job. This leaves me one full year left at Brock, assuming I can fulfill all the required credits and get into a decent post-grad school once I finish.

And I'm still only 20. I dislike facing the fact of my youth sometimes, especially when so many of my friends are older than I am. The joy of university, and I'm sure I'm not the only person to have found this, is that age is no longer as powerful an identifier as it once was. Of course, there are a number of aspects of university that set it apart from where we've been before. By the time I graduate, I'll be a middle-aged 21. Which, I guess, is only young comparitively speaking. 50 years ago I would have been making plans to get married in a year or two, have myself set up with a job.

None of this is really new. It's a favourite discussion amoungst all my friends because I think it's a universal worry. If not a worry, at least a universal tickling-thought that never quite goes away. We're concerned with having the next step planned, and although our world is much more flexible than it used to be, the nerve to toy with that flexibility, I think, has weakened.

Now I'm starting to get all self-reflective and I don't want that. Bring it back.

A big thank you, by the way, to everyone who came out for the Thai dinner last night. I'm sorry that we missed a few of our other classmates and friends, but it's to be expected at such a busy time of the year. You missed some delicious Gang Dang Chicken though, I'll have you know.

The word on the grapevine is also that there may be a Writer's Guild starting up? I like this idea as much as I fear it. I will say, though, that I would probably not shy away from sharing anything I write with the friends that I've made here, which is a pretty big deal considering how short a time I've really been good friends with everyone. I often get prickly when it comes to accepting even the slightest constructive criticism and I need to stop. I have a few poems that I could share, and I need to finish at least one short story by New Years. My problem is that I have trouble thinking in narrative arcs. I would even considering posting a few of the poems here but I'm not sure it would fit the tone of the blog. Don't even mention the Facebook-posting option.

So that's me today. It's a quiet Sunday, son, and I've been left alone with my thoughts. Only one of my housemates is awake and he pretty much keeps to himself. I can hear him banging around in the hall and listening to his daily dose of hip-hop. I'll read over my African History notes once and then probably start to think about refilling my coffee cup. Maybe I'll even go for a run, if my iPod batteries aren't dead yet. Oh yeah, and it's my sister's 18th birthday. I need to call her, then call HMV to see if her CD has come in yet. My copy of Dubliners that I bought with Kari on our used book-shopping day is staring me in the face, because it just seems so perfect for a Sunday morning (and it would be if I didn't have to study).

Of course the tease of it all is that the summer months are perfect for this kind of mellowing out, but I always get bored so quickly when I'm in Aurora. I love my days off but I can never find anything to do with them.

At least in St. Catharines, there are always notes to go over.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Dropping the ball.

So here I am, innocently thinking today was Saturday for some reason, and that the blog could wait for the weekend. Turns out the news stops for no man, and I've dug up a testicle-curdling little snippet of news for the men of the world:

Apparently men may no longer be needed to produce sperm, and there goes our role in child-making, should society deem it necessary. Kind of shady thinking, but the prospect is there. Have a look, and carry on.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

If you looked up anticlimactic in the dictionary...

Thus, with a quiet whimper, does the political life of Belinda Stronach crawl to an end. The Canadian MP for the Newmarket/Aurora riding of Ontario (and I do not pretend to write this with an unbiased mind, seeing as how that is MY hometown riding) announced recently that she is planning not to renew her bid for her position.

Her new position, nestled comfortably at Dad's ultra-suede knee, is as an Executive Vice-Chair of Magna International Inc, presumably at its headquarters in Aurora. The motivation for her decision? Well, I'm sure it was entirely unmotivated by the cushy position, the weak Liberal standing in Canadian politics (rendering her all but useless), and the air of scandal that just never seemed to leave the poor woman alone.

Good riddance I say. Floor crossers irritate me regardless of the party they choose to affiliate themselves with, and she stole the Conservative vote away from those in her riding who voted for the Party (although sure she'd just as soon prefer to believe that they were voting for her strength of character).

For a little self-indulgence, I'll get all pompous-English on you an toss out a quote from the great Mark Twain, who could insult with the precision of a surgical laser:

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Three Strikes

I've made a horrible error in self-assessment: apparently I thought I could keep up a daily blog of entries even during final essay/exam/Easter season. Silly me. I wouldn't be surprised either, dear friends, if this were to occur again.

In light of my misdeeds, I offer you a veritable plethora of news items from around the world (ok, mostly North America, I can't hide my bias) as food for your mental hunger.

FIRST! This recently from Slate.com, just another example of the ever-burgeoning YOUistic trend of the current social scene - if anything is to be sold, it must be personalized and have the impression of being immaculately tailored to suit one's needs. iPod, XM Radio, Facebook, car packages, clothing, travel options, etc etc etc. Christopher Hitchens has written an article on this somewhere on the internet; seek it out if you'd like his take.

What I'm talking about is Twitter, the new website that allows, simply, one to log in an update the rest of the world on exactly what they're doing at that moment. It's a kind of real-time snapshot of daily life. Click here to have a look.

SECOND! This is from last week and YahooNews. The US Marine Corp has recently announced that they are putting a ban on all visible tattooing of their soliders, with specific attention to forearm and calf tattoos. Being a fan of tattooing of all kinds, and having a general interest in the subject at large, I find this to be particularly interesting. Time was when body decoration amoung a society's "warriors" was common, even expected (see the woad-painted soldiers of Braveheart, or the tribal tattooing of the Maori people). Even Roman soliders were known to dye their hair different colours and spike it to make them seem more imposing.

The mentality behind the tattoo snafu is that the images could be considered unappealing and unprofessional when seen on a figure as highly regarded as a US Marine. I find this logic to be a tad faulty, especially considering that the Marines are supposed to be men and women who are independant of every authority except that of their commanding officers. I would think that tattooing would be accepted simply as a form of pride in the work that a Marine does. Anyway, check out the article and decide for yourself.

THIRD! And final thought of the day. The New York Times has decided that they bogeyman of global warming is not only the next great devastation to be visited upon us sinners in the Western world, but that the poor innocents of the underdeveloped world will bear the brunt of our reckless disregard for the environment.

Apparently, third-world nations such as those found in Africa will have to neogtiate the worst of the inevitable global warming trend as their crops continue to dry at a much faster pace, and their water supply becomes increasingly unstable.

Funny though...I thought those countries had, for the most part, always suffered from unstable crop production and scarce water supplies. The countries that the Times cites as the most threatened are located around the most traditionally infertile areas of the African continent, namely the Sahara where they experience only two seasons as opposed to our four: the wet season, and the dry season.

I don't mean to sound callous, but the current science has pegged global warming as being responsible for an overall rise in tempterature of little more than a single degree in the last 150 years. From my knowledge of Africa thus far, drought and poor crop yields have been a constant of African society for the last 1000 years at least. What people never seem to give the average African (or, really, the average human being) credit for is the ability to adapt. To think that we in the West are exacerbating the declining condition of the African citizen because of our inability to further invest in ethanol is ridiculous, and clearly biased journalism.

I offer you the full article here but I'm not sure if you'll be able to access it without being a paid subscriber. Give it a shot.

Cheers all.

Sunday, April 1, 2007

Please, to be 'splaining

To a few of my more culturally-aware friends...I too am vexed concerning the use of a 12 hours piece of music that is nothing more than a few notes repeated 840 times. Apparently the inspiration for Warhol's infamous Sleep film, the 12-hour musical piece Vexations will be played live in London very soon.

Is it post-modernism? The throws of the Modernist movement perhaps? Had I payed more attention in class maybe I could answer myself. (Or maybe if it had something to do with post-colonialism I could figure it out. But wait...I didn't pay attention in that class anyway.)

A brief blog on the topic can be found here.

Happy essaying, dear friends.

Friday, March 30, 2007

Taking a break from the grim and the grime.

This may seem odd to some of you, but when I get stressed out from essay writing, studying, reading (when and if those htings ever actually take place), I promised myself just a few hundred more words, then I can take a break and turn to reading a little Mark Steyn.

If you know Mark Steyn you probably already dislike him. A political writer (primarily), Steyn is one of the foremost commentators on politics in the Anglosphere, and well-recognized as one of the most influencial...ahem...conservative writers at the moment.

Yes yes, I read right-wing politics. The Right is generally where my political interests tend to lie (as though most of you didn't know that already). This certainly isn't by choice; God knows nobody wants to be labelled a right-winger when you're a university student studying a humanities course. "The Right" just happens to be the title that best suits how I've developed in terms of my morals.

But Steyn's witing holds a special attraction for me in that it is so damn GOOD. And once in a while, he writes a scathing, perfectly articulated film review, Broadway critique, or, as he does every week, the history behind an old musical standard (by the likes of Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sintra, Comden and Green, Rogers and Hammerstein, etc etc). These articles are such a joy to read that they are usually my break from my own sad attempts at eloquence in prose.

So, if one is able to put aside that Steyn is constantly labelled a Canadian Warmonger (a title he loves, actually) then you may enjoy as few of his articles on music. Look for his film reviews too. And should you be so inclined, his political insight is almost painfully sharp.

Cheers. (here's this week's)

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Brief, and in Technicolor

You guys will love this. I'll spare you the chatter (Le Morte D'Arthur essays don't write themselves), but check these websites out if you're a pretentious music geek who loves owning things that other people will not. I weep for my lack of liquid cash, for I could easily drop $200 on these kickass rock posters.

Dan Stiles (click Rock Posters at the left)
Todd Slater
The Heads of State

Cheers all.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Like Britain in the early sixites...

Things are beginning to come, once again, full circle. Just like the 50s and 60s, when pop music was just coming out of its infancy and "single" records determined the breadth of your dominion over your peers, the emphasis these days is no longer on the full-length album.

Album sales are falling and the completion of any kind of album, in the classic album mentality, is rapidly going out of style. YouTube and the ever popular forms of music downloading only continue to foster the music industry into a singles market. Anybody know T.I. King? His album was titled the 3rd best of 2006 by PitchforkMedia, yet what do we all know him for? His one popular song, "What You Know About That?"

Don't even get me started on Gnarl's Barkley's "Crazy". If anybody has heard the entirety of St. Elsewhere, please review it for me. Let me know if it was worth the pain of watching Cee-Lo belt out "Crazy" in every eclectic style he can muster.

What of the concept album then? Think of all the recent concept albums that have made it big (and I mean REALLY been a hit). I don't think there are that many. Sufjan Stevens' Illinoise got good reviews, but it was something of an underground indie-darling.

Anyway, the NY Times sums it up better than I can. This is hardly new news anyway.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Lost in Romanian Translations

Francis Ford Coppolla, who has been missing from the silver screen since '97, is set to release a new film within the year, starring none other than Mr. Orange himself (or was it Mr. Blonde...there were so many of them). The film has an interesting plot, so I won't spoil it for you, I'll let you read.

Fantastic make-up department too. You'll know what I mean when you see it.
Cheers. Nap Time.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Q would never have allowed this

(A huge thanks to Guarav for this one!)

It's like a horrible, fun-house mirror image of that scene from Goldfinger, where Bond is driving through the Swiss countryside, tracking his nemesis with a little in-dash radar screen that eerily beeps the entire time.

Only now, as with so much of the Bond gadgetry, the eternal pursuit of the future has gotten into the hands of children, and the hands of those who prey on them. According to a new article from the Associated Press, AOL plans to release a downloadable new feature for their AIM chatting, the ominously-titled Skyhook. The feature enables chatters to locate their conversation partner physically via an online mapping system.

"So what," you say. Shouldn't people already know where their friends are? After all, this is the age of WiFi, crime-deterrant street cameras, and 12 year-olds with cellphones. This is hardly a Jetson's leap.

Yet, as Guarav correctly pointed out, this seemingly innocuous little widget only allows those same little 12 year olds to make themselves an even faster victim of online predators. These disgusting people already have a tendency to spend too much time in front of computers, so I don't imagine it's a stretch of the imagination to suppose that one or two of them have the computer know-how to hack into a Skyhook signal and find out where their target is located. Not to mention that fact that young children are often all too willing to give up personal information anyway. Adding an undesirable as a friend on AIM, or whatever they're using, might not be given a second thought.

It's a scary world.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

I'm not sure what else to say, besides that science today fascinates me. We've found species we thought to be extinct, recently realized that the chicken pox vaccine will not last the average human into old age, and how this...the beginnings of human morality (a feature of humanity long thought to have been exclusively our) might be found in primates.

Have a look, this from the NY Times.

Cheers

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Bonus of Sunshine!

A quick bonus for all my missed days!
Eternal Sunshine rains upon all of us in time for spring!
Cheers.

Long time

My apologies to my three dedicated readers for having neglected my posting for so long. A daily update isn't as pleasant a prospect when you're staring down the barrel of presententations, proposals, and essays as big my ego.

So we have a budget bonanza today! The recent Tory budget, while appreciated by a Tory supporter such as myself, has nonetheless received a fair amount of hollow flak from Harper's detractors, One of whom is none other than Dion, who claims the budget ignores the Aboriginal community (psst, Mr. Dion, was it not the last decade of Liberal leadership that put the Aboriginal community in an even worse state? Paul Marting wearing a headdress at one or two Aboriginal functions didn't put the money back into their state funded child care system, did it?)

Check out the latest:

Commentary from The National Post

Commentary from Chief Running Scared himself.

And this from The Post, on a new report that does its best to strike at the root of home-grown extremism.

Good luck on your work, everybody; I'm sure I'm not the only one.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Smoke or Die

I hold no strong opinion on pot laws either way. Personally I don't see the harm in decriminalization, but to take the marijuana laws to such extremes seems more than a little ridiculous. If this woman has over four different deadly maladies, is she really participating in the on-going transportation and hustle of illegal substances? She has scoliosis for God's sake.

Get the full Story here.
Ugh.

I apologize for the brief entries lately. It's been a hectic few weeks. Cheers to everyone in the blogosphere, and yes, props for Guarav for the generationterrorist.com link. You're a champ buddy.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Not on Ellis anymore



Canadians. God love us for our ability to smile at a bad situation, and to blindly ignore the havok we wreak upon ourselves. Call it pluck, as many would. It's that good ol' Canadian spirit that dominates every gaze in the mirror.


Too bad the face looking back isn't our own anymore. It's an aggregate of sorts, a constantly shifting identity. I personally fear for this future we're building for ourselves in Canada; the foundation is not stable.


A new report indicates that the Canadian birth rate is not where it should be. We currently stand at 1.5 births for every married Canadian couple. That's less than reproduction rate, keep in mind. For every two people, we breed 1.5 children. It's a new age, frankly, and the writing has been on the wall for a while. Our culture demands that we never give in to growing up - the eternally young are the idols of next year. Men and women need no longer take 9-5 jobs; they can become career students, travel the world, devote time and energy to a global consciousness, etc etc. The motivation and intentions are good, I would not deny that. But we're losing the Canadian family. No one will think about settling down to have a few kids; we've championed a rootless lifestyle that sees parenting as the last marker of no longer being carefree. Having one life to live doesn't include living for lives you bring into the world.


So we have adults that refuse to grow up, a Neverland of the North. And thus, we rely on that "highly skilled workforce" that we import from other countries, not only to build our skyscrapers and economically-friendly public transportation systems, but to build the country and its ideology for us too.


Our population growth over the last 5 years has been 5.4%, and we're not acheiving that by having 1.5 kids per scarce "cookie-cutter" family, as some would sneeringly deride them. So we continue to ship people in, relying on others to maintain the size of our wonderful country. I see something wrong with this. This is not an anti-immigration statement. I believe in immigration as a social good, both for the country and for those who desire a new home. But we rely too easily on a foreign solution to a domestic problem, and only continue to lose our validity as a self-sufficient, self-supporting nation.

Monday, March 12, 2007

Beatle Squishing

This from apple.com/trailers...

A Moulin Rouge-esque film is soon to be released that features, a la I Am Sam, a soundtrack consisting entirely of Beatles covers. Were that not enough, the story seems to float upon the buoyancy of the songs as well. Set in the 60s, it follows a group of college kis reliving turbulent times of social unrest, all the while relying on "the music, man" to help them cope. One can bet that they're social activists in only the most superficial of ways, in that they spend more time getting ready for the protest than they do protesting.

I'm tired of the Beatles being appropriated in this manner. It irritates me.

Anyway, check out the trailer.

Friday, March 9, 2007

Stolen away from Canadian glory

It seems Stephen Harper's AIDS vaccine iniative may not be as beneficial for Canada as once thought. The well-meaning merger with Bill Gates appears to have come a little too late.

According to reports coming from Atlanta's scientific community, a university there is only a few years away from developing an effective AIDS vaccine. Perhaps the Canadian front will help in speeding the process along, thereby allowing our country a tiny slice of the medical kudos.

Click here for full story.

Thursday, March 8, 2007

Flow

There's a lot of news today, but I'll dispense with it and offer some different food for thought.

It's the creative faculties that are first to go as we get older. Perhaps not necessarily altogether - humans are equipped with the ability to create, and maybe even improve on their creations, with time. Yet consider the unbridled lexiconal (word?) freedom of being three and not entirely grasping the full meaning of words.

Paul Zach has an article dedicated to just such a loss. Call me a sentamentalist, but I really enjoyed it.

And further on one will find the most intimate thoughts of the most omnipotent of beings.

All these courtesy of www.generationterrorists.com

And lastly, check out the band Annuals (as far as I can tell, no "the" preceding it). Search them on MySpace or go to AnnualsMusic.com

Cheers.

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Say what you will about the Western world, it's values and primary religions, but it's stuff like this that makes me so loathe to talk to people who would bash it.

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

The Artful Dodger of the Aughts

Michael Moore can run (for lack of a better term) but he apparently cannot hide from those who would seek to turn the tables on him.

In a bitter pill of twisted justice, Michael Moore is now at the opposite end of the camera in a new documentary being put forth by two Canadian filmmakers. The doc, called Manufacturing Dissent, was a project that actually started out of admiration for Moore. Yet Debbie Melnyk and Rick Caine, the professed left-wing authors of the film, gradually changed their point of view as "certain facts about his documentaries" came to light.

The details are in the article, courtesy of The Australian. Click here to get the whole story.

Monday, March 5, 2007

Easy To Be Hard

Morning All,

I had the good fortune to see Zodiac on Saturday, after a mad dash to the theatre and struggling my way through reams of children. It was all worth it, though, for a striking and though-provoking film from a director that seems to create nothing BUT striking and thought-provoking films (for those of you who have not see Fincher's Se7en, I heartily recommend it. I won't recommend Fight Club. Though an excellent movie, you've probably already seen it).

Zodiac won't disappoint, and it's a shame it's doing so poorly at the box office. Click here for an interview with David Fincher from Kurt Loader and MTV.com

Cheers everybody.

Sunday, March 4, 2007

Icky Thump



A special Sunday update! It seems that, in their customary tendency to record an album in less time than it takes most bands to order dinner at fancy restaurants (average 4 weeks), The White Stripes are set to release a new album of material. Many have surmised that this may be their last due to Jack's burgeoning success with The Raconteurs.
You can find the whole scoop, courtesy of Pitchforkmedia.com, here.

Friday, March 2, 2007

Mars Attacks



I realize that this is an unsettling synthesis of a post I made a little while ago. But I just love this global warming conversation so damn much.


Be prepared for Al Gore's and David Suzuki to start screaming about how the Western world is threatening the existence of little green men, because according to an article at nationalgeographic.com, Mars is apparently heating up as well.


SOME, like the article's author, may wish to point out that, seeing as how Mars and Earth are neighbours in our vast solar system, the problem of global warming may be a universal concern in every sense (not simply the sense that Suzuki's affection for ruining the economy is "universal".)


This is why more investigation needs to be undertaken before a country decides to align itself with a sketchy proposal like Kyoto. The science is simply not strong enough at this point to merit massive economic changes in the interest of slowing the world's cooling rate, changes that could ultimately stick the Western world with a bill that it didn't really run up.


Granted, the article itself demonstrates that this scientist's theories are not all entirely accepted. He denies the existence of greenhouse gas build-up, for instance. I'm certianly not about to deny that humans dump massive amounts of chemicals into the atmosphere, but whether or not they are responsible for the warming, or that we mere humans could REVERSE the trend of a planet as old and complex as Earth, seems to require a bit more investigation. One must take into account other factors, like volcano carbon emissions (which could double the amount of human emission) or sun flares/spots.


But anyway, that's my two cents for today.

Thursday, March 1, 2007

Give them over-sized lollypops!



Yes, the rumours you've undoubtedly heard are true. The aye-aye, a small marsupial native to the island of Madagascar, is on the very verge of extinction.


You know the aye-aye, don't you? It's that cute, cuddly little animal that eats tree bark and lives a peaceful life amoung God's greenest foliage. Idyllic, like an animal from that movie Fern Gully. I love that movie.


Still not ringing any bells? Well, I have a picture here for you...just follow the link.......OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? DEAR SWEET BABY JESUS KILL IT!


The article, and slideshow, from Slate.com discussed the human tendency to be more generous towards those animals (and probably people, I'm sure) that can appeal more effectively to their aesthetic sense.


You've seen it yourself: the homeless guy clutching his sad-eyed yellow labrador retriever like they've "only got each other in this cruel world, man" probably has at least 30% more change in his Tim Horton's cup that the guy down the street wearing a garbage can lid for a hat.


Watch the slideshow at the link and see what you think.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Liberal defence of liberties can go anywhere except across the floor.

You may find it disgraceful that some civil liberties must be forgone to protect innocent Canadians, but how would you consider their suspension in the interest of saving seats in the House?

The National Post is reporting this morning that the two anti-terrorism measures put forward by Stephen Harper's government have been defeated in the Commons (159-124), an event seen by many to be the first major success for Liberal leader Stephane Dion.

The two measures that were proposed involved preventative arrests (basically what it sounds like...arrests/detention of terrorism suspects based on substantial evidence) and investigative hearings (ability of the judge to order someone to court to testify against terrorism activities).

I'm all for the protection of civil liberties, within reason of course. Good people must relinquish one or two of the benefits of a functioning democratic society once in a while to ensure the longevity and protection of that society.

What irks me is the stance of Dion and the Liberal party as some sort of defender of the faith against the usurping Conservative government (and yes, they do believe the last year and a half has been a usurpation).

And I'm ESPECIALLY irked when they back up their statements with the threat to SUE Conservative leaders for having the audacity to suggest that Liberals may have bowed to pressure from outside sources. Apparently freedom of thought and expression is easily denied if one dare accuse a Liberal of being less than morally stable.

Yet accusing a politician of being a Bush lackey is not only acceptable, it's fodder for an election-time ad campaign? Get real.

The detention of terrorism suspects to protect the country comes second to the political ability to shut up one's detractors.

Click here to see the whole story, and decide for yourself.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Sneak Preview


Just a small side-note for any Ann Patchett fans out there. According to IMDB.com, there is currently a movie adaptation of Patchett's acclaimed novel Bel Canto in the works.

Italian director Bernardo Bertolucci is set to direct, and the writing credits will be shared by himself and Ms. Patchett. Bertolucci is best known for his daring films Beseiged and The Dreamers (does this mean Eva Green may star?)
I have a particular interest since I read this novel two summers ago based on a friend's recommendation, and loved it. The story revolves around a banquet of international diplomats, socialites, performers, and businessmen that is taken hostage by rebels and held for over a year. An excellent read.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Is it getting hot in here?

How inconvenient...

It's a Tuesday Two-Fer! Our first story comes on the heels of the Oscar cast and Al Gore's acceptance of the Oscar for Achievement in Self-Inflation...sorry, Documentary Feature, for An Inconvenient Truth. You've heard of it; I doubt I have to give any background on it.

Turns out that Al's Oscar is a tad tarnished - a different kind of green gold than what he'd like to see. According to the Nashville Electric Service (NES) Al's 20-room mansion consumes more energy every month than the average American household does in a year.

Now just imagine all those people burning gas to rush out and buy his Oscar-winning DVD ...all those DVD players running at top capacity to churn out the 4+ hours of extra features...

The Horror

See the link for the full story...
http://www.fairviewobserver.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070227/NEWS01/702270382/1321/MTCN06


In Other News...

It's hardly disputed that H.G. Wells was a science-fiction visionary, but this is just uncanny. Turns out that the "heat-ray" used by the Martians in his terrifying thriller The War of the Worlds is now in the hands of the US military.

The Joint Non-Lethal Weapons Program website has released a nifty video of the new "Active Denial System" weapon for public viewing. The weapon itself is not intended to significantly harm its target - it rather inflames (in the swelling, painful sense) a fraction of the target's upper skin layer, lending a burning sensation that is intended to disable much in the same way a TASER would.

Check it out...
https://www.jnlwp.com/ActiveDenialSystem.asp

The battle for J.C. dominance.


If you were to go all the way back to 1997, you would not have been chastized for perhaps thinking that Titanic had replaced the New Testament when it came to ripping good yarns. James Cameron certainly figured it did. He made a bundle off of it too; by September of the following year, the film had "King of the World'd" it's way into a tidy $600,000,000+ dollars in the US alone.


I remember running out to buy the 2-tape VHS the day it came out, just to enjoy the sheer grandure of owning what the hype had labelled one of the best films ever made. I actually remember hearing Sean Connery announce "TITANIC" as the Best Picture in that sonorous baritone of authority that he possesses.


Apparently all the adoration might have gone to James' Cameron's head (perhaps rightfully so...it's not as bad a movie as I once thought, upon reflection). Cameron is now planning to create a documentary that makes the claim that the actual tomb of Jesus Christ has been found here on Earth, thus disproving the Christian claims of Christ's divinity and ascension into heaven (a main tenet of the Church's teaching).


People are not pleased. You can find the full story here...

The Outset

As I outstretch my fingers ever further into the WWW, enabling people to stalk me with even greater ease, I recoil from the thought of posting too much of my personal life in this blog's contents. It doesn't make me comfortable, and I'd much rather spare you all the boring mundanities.

Rather, I'll indulge in a little news-gathering. I like the news. I like gossip, which is simply news-as-rock instead of polished gem. I try to read as much as I can every morning, and it's generally my best option for killing time between the fits and spurts of work ethic I generally experience.

So what I'll try to do here is, every day, I'll post a new link to an article from the web. I'll do my best to keep it to Canadian content (fostering what little Canadian identity any of us may have left). The beauty of the news is that it's, well, new. And the newness of a thing will generally dictate how quickly it comes up in conversation.

My trouble is, I'm not a great conversationalist. When one spends most of their time doing homework are gazing blankly at the tv, there is never quite enough time to do things worthy of a good conversation. The news, on the other hand, basically makes it's gravy by tossing together delicious bits of beefy, juicy, tender-for-the-chewing tidbits of activity that most people would probably miss otherwise.

I know this isn't a strikingly new idea. I myself visit a number of blogs and websites a few times a week that do this exact same thing, only with far more aplomb and vitality than I figure I'll have the time for.

But, say you're on your way to the bar, and you're feeling boring. Probably means you are. And nobody gets laid by being boring, except perhaps Larry David (but if you could make being boring funny like only Mr. David can, you have a bajillion dollars and probably don't give a good goddamn about going to bars to get laid). If you don't have time for a quick scan of the internet before you leave, give The Daily Art a click and see what's tickling the fleshy interest lobe of my brain. You can then either take that as a jumping-off point for some witty dialogue, or go to the bar and trash me and my "who-does-he-think-he-is?" ego while you pound back your sorry Blue Lagoons.

Just promise me that if you DO get laid, you'll think of me. Go get'em killer.