Wednesday, April 25, 2007

What's Next: Starbuck's At Lenin's Tomb?

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Well, vis-a-vis the whole "not feeling dirty" issue, I don't know that seraching for an obscure news story on The Drudge Report makes me feel any cleaner, but here it is anyway.

It seems that the Vladimir Putin government has demolished historic buildings at the Kremlin in order to make way for a luxury hotel there. It scarcely needs to be said that the Kremlin is a UNESCO World Heritage site, and that these demolitions were conducted without permits. Hm. Poisoning his opponents, demolishing world heritage for capitalist greed...

Maybe Putin's the one who phoned in that death threat against Knut at the Berlin Zoo, then iced Yeltsin.

[Der Spiegel via The Drudge Report]
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Rosie O'Donnell Leaving "The View"

Sorry about hopping on the blog-wagon with this story, but, but...

All the other bloggers were doing it. I just wanted to be popular! I feel so dirty... I'm gonna go right out after this and find something obscure for my next post, I promise.

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket Blah blah blah contract negotiations blah blah. Blah blah, blah amicable blah blah blah. Blah saw this coming a mile off blah, blah blah.

So... I wonder when Rosie's new show will be on. Hopefully it won't be on opposite "The View" or "Ellen". Unless it's on Logo, in which case it won't matter, 'cause no one'll see it.

If there's a Gawd, it'll be on opposite "The Apprentice" and finally put the boots to that blowhard's TV career.
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"The Queen", Part Two: An Interim Assessment

It's late and I've only just finished the first viewing, but my initial impressions are good. I'll need to watch both commentary tracks before I make my final verdict, though I doubt that'll shift it much. As pop culture, of course, it's spot on. As history... Well, no movie ever shows history well, nor can it be expected to. Film is glib; in that way, it's the ideal pop cultural medium.

History is deep, and as such, this movie works best as just one piece of many covering the death of Diana. Of course, Helen Mirren is amazing, as is Michael Sheen, who plays Tony Blair. The rest of the cast seem afraid to impersonate, and so don't come quite as close. The star of the film, though, is Diana, as elusive a figure here as she was omnipresent in life.

The screenwriter, Peter Morgan, has done much to draw the Queen and Blair together, namely by giving each of them a crass, borderline loathsome spouse. The Duke of Edinburgh, of course, is blunt to the point of callous and always has been; Cherie Blair could well sue Stephen Frears for libel, except that I suspect her portrayal is the most accurate of them all.

It's a handsome film: well-paced, beautifully photographed, and features expertly used documentary footage intercut with the narrative, making for a poignant, resonant remembrance. It celebrates not only the legacy of Diana and the resilience of the Queen, but interestingly the promise shown by Tony Blair before corruption and scandal got the better of his idealism.

Imagine... A Labour Prime Minister, of all people, saving the monarchy from itself. If I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes I'd have never believed it.
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All Hail "The Queen"! (Part One)

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketSpeaking of things that have left the solar system (how's that for a segueway?) I just bought my DVD of "The Queen", and am getting ready to settle in and enjoy.

Of course, given all the hype it's gotten, it'll probably suck. I'm so picky about such things, it'll be hard to please me, even given my fanatical interest in the subject matter.

Oh well, here goes something.

To be continued...
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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Introducing Santiago Calatrava's "Chicago Spire"

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I don't know why, but looking at the picture makes me feel all funny in my tummy. On so many levels.

[via Towleroad]
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Tillykke Kronprinsesse Mary!

That means 'Congratulations Crown Princess Mary' in Danish.

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Cool huh? Now why, you might ask, would I be trying to speak Danish when I barely have a grasp on English? For which I have no answer; it's late, I got swept up in the moment... Shut up!

Nevertheless, the Australian-born Crown Princess of Denmark (born Mary Donaldson) gave birth to a daughter on 21 April. The royal couple already have a son, Christian, 18 months, who is the Heir Presumptive.

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I'm Torn

When it's Barbra Streisand's birthday and Shirley Maclaine's birthday on the same day (as it has been every April 24th for the past 65 years) which gay icon gets the photo and accolades? Both, or neither?

This is just like whenever I relive the 1972 Oscars. Which Best Actress do I root for: Liza or Miss Ross?

Perhaps I need more sleep... Or some testosterone.
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Duke of Edinburgh May Be Named Prince Consort

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Generally speaking, I am loathe to reprint a story which appears in only one source, and when that source is Page Six of The New York Post I am especially so, but what can I say? I like the story - whether true or false - and can only wonder what took so long.

Early in the Queen's reign (as with all Queens Regnant) there is the sexist assumption that the Queen's husband will take over as a kind of de facto king, thus usurping the royal authority which rests in the person of the sovereign. Yet nothing of the sort happened in this case. The Queen, it seems, is overly cautious. No scoop there.

Talk of making Princess Anne the Princess Royal began in the 1970s, when in fact she had earned that honorific by the time it was finally bestowed in 1987. Perhaps it was decided to wait until the Duke of Edinburgh could go a year without putting his foot in his mouth, and this year was the first time it happened.

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Monday, April 23, 2007

Who's Up For A Spot Of Poacher Hunting?

Hunters in eastern Russia have killed one of only seven female Amur leopards left alive in the wild. Already the world's most endangered big cat, the loss brings the species closer to extinction.

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The Day Blenz Saved My Life

(The following Unsolicited Testimonial/Unabashed Whoring is offered to my readers as a public service.)

To tell you the truth, it was beginning to worry me.

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketDay in, day out, the endless numbing fatigue, the apathy, the absolute dread about doing anything or going anywhere...

Feeling like that would worry anyone, so imagine the effect it was having on a first class worry-wart like me. Then yesterday while waiting to meet a new friend (hey John!) I had a coffee. As I was sipping away I started thinking back to the last time I'd had coffee. I honestly couldn't remember.

For the record, if you can't remember the last time you had a coffee, it's been too long. I don't know if that's actual science, or merely empirical anecdote, but there you go...

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketThat coffee was so good, I had another. Then I had to have a cup of tea. Or rather, it took a cup of tea to coax me off the ceiling of the Blenz, where I was perched and hooting.

Eventually I did get to sleep last night, and when I woke up this morning (too early, thanks to a call from work), the sun was shining and the world seemed shiny and new (like a virgin, even).

I didn't even mind the last-minute schedule change. Partly because I was expecting it, but mostly because of the miraculous, life-saving qualities of Blenz coffee.

Blenz coffee - it's good for what ails you. Try a cup today. Better yet, try two.
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As Usual, I Blame The Tories

Canada's Governor-General Michaelle Jean has recently cancelled events citing "fatigue".

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketWe here at the Pop Culture Institute can only hope Her Excellency isn't ill; Jean's predecessor is twenty years older and didn't cancel events, despite a fairly major illness while in office. Likewise, the Lady she represents still does over two hundred engagements a years despite being nearly forty years older.

I'm just saying...

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Father of Pop To Be Bronzed

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketManhattan will add to its already burgeoning inventory of honorific public art by erecting a statue of Andy Warhol in Soho's Father Fagan Park. Presumably this means Chelsea will get the one of Joe Dallesandro for the Tomb of the Unknown Hustler.

Congrats from the Pop Culture Institute to the Father of Pop Himself.

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Now Showing - Lily Savage on "Parkinson"

My friend Doug came over this evening, and, as will happen, I got to surfing around YouTube. In one of those happy accidents one gets while 'Tubing, we ran across this.



I don't think I've laughed as hard at anything since the last Tory Budget Speech.



Damn! I've always enjoyed watching a bit of drag - anyway, it sure beats the Hell out of doing it - but this nearly did me in. Since Doug and I were laughing so hard the first time, after he left I had to watch it again to see what I'd missed.
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Crusader Causes Conservative Conniptions

He said he'd do it, and now it appears that he just might do it.

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketHaving just picked myself up off the floor from the mere possibility that a politician might actually (gasp!) keep a campaign promise, it looks as though New York governor Eliot Spitzer is prepared to introduce a bill legalizing same-sex marriage in that state.

Whoops! There I go again. Having just typed the words I reread them and once more hit the floor.

Even though I am highly skeptical of most politicians, that's only to be expected from a bitter, cynical person such as myself. This may come as a surprise to some of you, but it's a well-known fact that politicians lie, and even when they tell the truth they do so with an agenda. Nevertheless, Spitzer seems to have integrity, which thus far his actions have demonstrated.

Of course, this is by no means a fait accompli; even if it passes, a very large if, its opponents will never stop trying to overturn it, stooping to any depth to do so. Rather than dwell on that, though, I suppose I can allow a celebratory mood around here for awhile. If I must.

Do not mistake this for complacency, you haters out there. Oh no. It's just that I do need to lighten up occasionally so that my head doesn't explode.
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Sunday, April 22, 2007

French Election Cage Match: Sarkozy vs. Royal

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketIt's a landmark election today for the Fifth Republic (though this is only the runoff); for the first time France appears ready to elect a President born after World War 2, and whichever of the front-runners succeeds it promises to be a first.

Will it be Segolene Royal, a Socialist and a female, or will it be Nicolas Sarkozy, a centre-right child of Hungarian immigrants?

Either way, voter registration is reported as being high, and voter turnout may yet surpass the all-time high (just shy of 85%) from the 1965 contest, in which the incumbent Charles deGaulle defeated Francois Mitterand (who was eventually elected in 1981 and served the longest presidential term yet - 14 years - as a Socialist). Just FYI.
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Now Showing - David Campbell's "Earth Song"



In keeping with the theme, here is another video from my friend David Campbell.
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Happy Earth Day

Really, though, don't you think every day should be Earth Day? Huh? Well don't you?

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketActually there are two, and this is where it gets confusing.

The first ever Earth Day was proclaimed by San Francisco Mayor Joseph Alioto on March 21st, 1970.

Earth Day, by UN decree, was first observed on that day in 1971.

The second, by an act of Congress sponsored by Wisconsin senator Gaylord Nelson, was first celebrated April 22nd 1970. It's a start, I guess. Two down, only 363 to go. So for now it's duelling Earth Days, y'all!

As UN Secretary-General U Thant said in 1971: "May there only be peaceful and cheerful Earth Days to come for our beautiful Spaceship Earth as it continues to spin and circle in frigid space with its warm and fragile cargo of animate life."

Amen.
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Friday, April 20, 2007

Daffodil Named NYC's Flower

3 Million daffodil bulbs were planted in New York following 9/11, so it's only fitting that the daffodil be named the city's flower. They're also the floral emblem of Wales and my personal favourite as well.

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I've published this photo before, but it's one of my favourites, so I thought I'd publish it again.
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And Now For Something Completely Different

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Okay, so I'll be the first to admit I've been a little squirrelly the last couple of days. Call it a combination of spring fever and righteous indignation. Despite this, I managed to make a little friend yesterday. At the very north end of Fraser Street there's a sort-of park, with stair access to Great Northern Way below, and who should I meet there but this curious little fellow.

He was a very obliging model, being very still and holding this pose as I inched forward several times to take it. Then a very raucous seagull came by and ruined it all. North Fraser is cat country, so squirrel sightings are rare. That's what made this one so serendipitous.
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Tories Are Stupid: Report

A new report released today by the Pop Culture Institute proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that Canada's Conservative government led by Stephen Harper are a bunch of idiots.

The report was prompted by a Tory report that said adopting the Kyoto protocol would destroy the economy. Despite the massive savings in energy costs and corresponding increase in profits which corporations would realise in doing so, those same corporations seem unwilling to spend a dollar, even when its investment could earn them a hundred in the short-term. Not to mention, you know, saving the planet.

The PCI report goes on to say that the best way to reduce the amount of methane and hot air in the environment would be for corporations to take the money they are currently using to buy themselves a Tory government and spend it on recycling, alternative energy sources, and public transportation.

Sending the Tories packing after the next election would also be a boon to composting, as what the Tories use for brains is considered especially good for this.

The PCI report was written in crayon, and contained several naughty doodles of current Environment Minister John Baird doing something to the former holder of that portfolio, Rona Ambrose. However, those responsible for drafting the report can't draw very well, so it's difficult to to tell exactly what.
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Genug with the Meshuggeneh

What a blood-soaked few days it's been here at the Pop Culture Institute, what with all the killing and shooting. I mean, it's all been on the news, but still...

Here's the problem in a nutshell (in a nut's hell?), and it's not anti-depressants, or guns, or bullying; it has nothing to do with immigration, either. It has to do with the fact that some people seem to have the opinion that it's okay to kill people. If you banned all guns, you'd still have people bashing each other's brains in with baseball bats. It seems that some people will go to extremes to justify what is wrong wrong wrong, namely killing.

I may be going out on a limb here, but the Pop Culture Institute is ready to take a stand. We do not advocate the killing of anyone for any reason other than in self-defense, and in that case it had better be cut-and-dried, er, open-and-shut. Yeah, that's okay. Not pre-emptively, as in war, either (which we also oppose).

Just to be perfectly clear, self-defense does not mean someone gave you a snotty look at the mall so you're allowed to push them down the escalator, nor does it mean your girlfriend cheated on you so that somehow gives you the permission to garrote her for it. Self-defense means kill or be killed, and they started it. I mean, they're standing there with a knife in their hand saying "I'm a kill ya!" And even then you'd better have witnesses, video from half a dozen cell phones, and a signed confession.

Otherwise, don't fucking kill people! How hard is that to understand?

Okay, I'm done now, and I feel much better.

Thank you.
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It's 4/20 Y'All!

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This is the first year in five I haven't celebrated accordingly, in keeping with my new standard of sobriety. Not to worry, I'm not all preachy about it, like some people who quit and act like they're all that because they did. I just decided that it was getting in the way of my writing, since it tends to de-motivate me. I've wanted to be a writer forever, so the solution was obvious.

Plus, there's no way my life right now is at a place where I want it in a holding pattern, so it's no smoke for me until it is. Not to mention what it does to my syntax, which is already somewhat tortured, or, if you prefer, complex. Just so you don't think I'm all virtuous, there isn't a moment when I don't think about smoking it, I just don't.

Willpower, after all, is a verb; it's something you do, not something you have.
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Thursday, April 19, 2007

Fighting Hate Thought

Finally, finally, finally...

Professional hypocrites who are too eager to punish people like Don Imus for saying things like "nappy-headed hos" are starting to examine those who say far worse far more often, namely hip-hop artists. Al Sharpton is a prime example of someone who will leap down the throat of any white person who utters the N-word but remains mum when Beenie Man sings a song about how all fags should die. I'm not even gonna mention Tawana Brawley, though I'm fairly dying to.

The Pop Culture Institute is unequivocally opposed to censorship, even that imposed upon the very worst hate speech. Punishing someone for saying a terrible thing doesn't stop them from thinking it, only from saying it. Instead of releasing the hatred and aggression inherent in such speech - which may, it is true, encourage others to acts of violence - it festers inside them, which may indeed result in a much larger crime at a later date.

Hate speech is the result of disordered thinking. Inaccurate assumptions, left unchecked, easily become the truth. Peer groups - whether they call themselves a posse or a congregation - have a way of forming around this sort of affinity. Hate thinking, naturally, cannot help but express itself, which is where the vicious cycle is given release. Those on the receiving end of this hatred will inevitably react, rather than understand, and the cycle continues, without relief.

I've always liked hip-hop, despite the dismaying profusion of hatred in its lyrics, mainly because not everyone does it, and even those who do it don't do it all the time. For those who do, though, their hatred can be considered a road map to relieving itself. A rapper who has bad luck with women is likely to think badly of all women, when in fact he's just surrounded by the wrong kind of women, namely the kind who cast aside all morality when faced with a wealthy, popular recording artist who feels entitled to getting whatever he demands, including sleazy behaviour from scantily clad women.

Similarly, a muscular black rapper like 50 Cent seems to be displaying his ignorance when he demonstrates fear of a stereotypical gay man, a 150-pound mincing white guy. In every way, Fitty has the upper hand here. There are no gangs of hairdressers terrorizing Harlem, and there never have been, and there never will be. Oppressors have a funny way of believing that those whom they've oppressed, given the upper hand, will act in exactly the way they've been treated. It simply doesn't happen.

I think it was really Eminem who brought about the current scrutiny, for which he will one day be as lauded as he once was vilified. His were the first hip-hop lyrics really scrutinized by the mainstream media (with the possible exception of 2 Live Crew), a fact which he frequently bemoaned in his music. It's a tad disingenuous, but it's also entirely ingenious.

Eminem knows exactly what he's doing, and hides behind that trailer park persona of his because it's a well-known fact that young men, when they're smart, usually get called fags, and as everyone knows, a fag is the worst thing you can be called. He will win a GLAAD award yet, you mark my words.

If you meet someone who, for whatever reason, you don't like, you can simply ignore them. Or you can choose to use the opportunity to examine your own prejudices. Does that person express something in their person which you dislike about yourself? Lashing out, whether using words or fists, does nothing. It may alter their behaviour, which is common result of terrorism, but it doesn't make you feel any better, nor does it make the "problem" go away; there'll always be another and another who produces the same reaction, since the real problem isn't them it's you.

The real irony is, if you hate fags so much that you're willing to assault or kill one, rest assured you will be caught and sent to jail and that will be eye-opening, to say the least. If that's what you're really after, there are places to go for that which have the added benefit of not having to deal with the police. At least not the on-duty ones.

It's high time for this debate. Oprah Winfrey, who has recently been criticized for turning her back on the black community, has simply turned her back on the more negative aspects of her communtiy in favour of the more positive ones, and to take her role in the larger community of humans, especially those who refuse to define themselves in terms as narrow as skin colour. She's to be commended for enjoining the debate now. Similarly, Bill Cosby has drawn fire made for comments critical of black men - comments that might have been better directed at himself first, given the bumpy few years of scandal he's endured - but at least he's gotten people talking.

So thank you, Michael Richards and Don Imus, for providing the tipping point. I have a feeling that by the time everybody's put their two cents into this one our society will be a much richer one.
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Photo Essay: Rail Yards

In the past year I've taken a couple of thousand shots of tags both large and small around the city, focusing on those that are unique or poignant. In the past six weeks my work has taken me to the rail yards between Terminal Avenue and Great Northern Way in Vancouver, and while there I've had the chance to photograph these.

They don't resemble anything I've ever seen produced locally, even among the fine examples in the Grandview cut between Commercial and Clark Drives or in a similar rail cut beside Granville Island. I can only assume they are the work of writers in Toronto and Montreal. Plus, I like the unifying element of the box cars. Below are seven of my favourites.


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Wednesday, April 18, 2007

RIP Kitty Carlisle Hart

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketThe arts community has lost a tireless advocate in Kitty Carlisle Hart, who died yesterday of pneumonia.

She attained the height of her fame from appearances on "To Tell The Truth" between 1956 and 2002, but also appeared on stage and screen; as recently as earlier this year she performed a cabaret act at Feinstein's at the Regency.
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Ghost Town Haunts New South Wales

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketUntil recently, the biggest tourist attraction in Adaminaby was the Big Trout (pictured).

In 1957 the government of Australia moved the entire town of Adaminaby in New South Wales and drowned the old townsite in a hydroelectric project. End of story... Or is it?

Fast forward 50 years, and suddenly the old town begins to reappear. Spooky!

I don't know why this story caught my eye like it did; maybe it's the Australian angle, the historical poignancy, or the global warming parable. That or it's a slow news day.

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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

A Shining Star

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I actually took this picture a few weeks ago, and was saving if for a day like this, when anything else I might care to write seems frivolous and empty.

I've lived in Vancouver almost nine years now, so long that I don't even get allergies in the spring any more, and I've never seen a sea star within city limits. I'd never seen a purple one before, either. This day I was walking along False Creek and happened to see a dozen of these purple ones and a half a dozen of the more common orange ones in a sheltered piece of foreshore near a marina.

When I lived here before, in 1990, False Creek was so dirty you wouldn't have seen this. First, the animal wouldn't have been there, and secondly, if it had it wouldn't have been visible as deep as this one was, about a metre down. I didn't even need a polarizing filter to capture this one, the water was that clear.

It's easy to say that things are dirtier and more violent and in every way worse today than they've ever been, but now I don't know. To give myself a little perspective, I was reading about an even worse school attack than the one at Virginia Tech which took place in Bath, Michigan in 1927, in which a man dynamited a school and killed 45 people, most of them children.

Talk about your good old days.
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Books Wormed - Pete Hamill's "Downtown" and "Five Points" by Tyler Anbinder

Despite having so little time for anything else lately (like sleeping or eating) I've actually been doing quite a bit of reading. So much so that I finished two books in one day. Feeling quite virtuous, I then proceeded to get carried away, and read an entire issue of The New Yorker, a six-week-old copy of the Georgia Straight that I'd already read six weeks ago, and the instruction manual for a fire extinguisher.

Never let it be said that Daddy doesn't like him some readin'.

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketThe first book I finished was actually brought to my attention by James Mullin, my book enabler, er, dealer. Seller! My book seller... When he handed me this one I snatched it away from him so fast there was a concern he might need a blood transfusion to help him recover from the paper cuts.

Ah, Manhattan... Or as I like to call it "The Holy Land". Mr. Hamill gets it just right, or at least I assume he does. I've never been to New York, but reading this one made me want to go even more, if such a thing is possible. By turns elegiac, puissant, and erudite, "Downtown" is everything a travel book should be, including written by someone who knows what they're talking about because they've lived there forever, without being as needlessly sesquipedalian as I can be.

I loved how he took well-known places, set them in a particular 20th century context, then finished them with some frisson of personal yet utterly relatable anecdote. More than a travel book, it's a time travel book. Not only did it make me want to go there, it made me want to go there 20 years before I was born.

Plus it reads like poetry crossed with chocolate. At 280 pages, I wanted it to go on and on...

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketCovering roughly the same territory (geographically, at least), albeit 150 years previous, is the thick and juicy "Five Points" by Tyler Anbinder. I love nothing better than wrapping my hands around a great big history book, especially one which throbs with insight and pulses with life. Fortunately, I'm not one to sublimate, nor would I dream of exaggerating. Not in a million years.

Having previously read (and adored) "The Gangs of New York", Professor Anbinder's take is still thrilling, despite all the accuracy which, sadly, is lacking in Herbert Asbury's landmark 1928 publication. Twice as long as "Downtown" I was so enthralled by "Five Points" I read all the end notes and the index. Where Hamill's book is a rich, fulfilling dessert, Anbinder's is a steak.

To any student of conurbation, such as myself, New York City is the ultimate paradise on Earth. Although London is a close second - the cradle of the modern world, if you will - Manhattan is it's playpen, the nexus of everything, a gleaming pinnacle... I'd say more, but I'm afraid if my reverie rises above a certain Woody Allen-esque pitch Mr. Gagne dials up Bitch-Slap-o-Gram, and the next thing I know there's a knock at my door and a eight-foot tranny with a delivery for me.

So yeah, y'know, read 'em, don't read 'em... Whatever.
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Editorial Policy Clarified

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As a glib, snarky publication (GSP) the Pop Culture Institute has a definite role to perform in the larger media. Namely, to be glib and snarky, guh! There are thoughtful publications, there are sleazy publications, and there is everything in between; all are invaluable for filling the niche they do.

There are stories I'm following that it's otherwise impossible for me to cover without seeming insensitive, to whit: the Virginia Tech shooting. From the Ecole Polytechnic killings of 1989 through the Columbine killings of 1999 to the Dawson College killings last year and now this, I have always been appalled that places of learning should ever be terrorized in this way.

Obviously, it is my opinion that if you are going to go on a killing spree only to then commit suicide you should by all means go first. You are obviously a selfish person, so why choose this crucial time to share? This, of course, is merely a reaction to a tragedy; in the fullness of time, I know I'll find myself trying to understand and forgive this monster.

Once CNN and their ilk start trotting out the killer's friends and family, and they start crying all over the place, that's when my mushy little heart will start to bleed. Years from now, when it's proven that he did it because of too many trans fats or antidepressants or whatever excuse they can find in place of a reason, we'll already have moved on to the next thing.

And if it turns out the reason he did this was because he was bullied, forget it. You might as well wave a pork chop at a rabid weasel, because I will lose it. I've been bullied my whole life; I have not gone on any shooting spree, nor will I. Instead, I started a GSP.

Killing a bully makes a bully a martyr and a martyr is a hero; the only real revenge is to overcome the bullying and instead find it in yourself to mock the bullies incessantly. That said, I'd better stop now. Knowing myself as I do, I've already said something I'll come to regret. My thoughts go out to Virginia Tech today, as I go to work at a vast campus and hope...
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Monday, April 16, 2007

It's Good To Be King

Swaziland, the smallest country in Africa, is entirely landlocked, squeezed between South Africa and Mozambique. Wealthy by African standards it is nevertheless one of the poorest countries in the world, ravaged by drought and AIDS. Swaziland has the lowest life expectancy in the world, at just over 33 years.

To any student of royalty (such as myself) though, the example of Swaziland, not to mention the story of Mswati III, ranks as truly exceptional.

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketThe Swazi royal family, of which the king is the head, rule by decree, making Mswati III the last absolute monarch in Africa. Despite this, the Queen Mother (the Indlovukazi, or Great She-Elephant) wields extraordinary power as a sort of spiritual figurehead. The rules of succession are fascinating; I must have read the Wikipedia entry ten times, and I'm still shaking my head.

He is one of 210 sons by his father Sobhuza II, who had 70 wives and over a thousand grandchildren at the time of his death, from pneumonia, in 1982. There followed a period of regency; Mswati ascended the throne in 1986.

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketKing Mswati has recently married his 13th wife, Phindile Nkambule, despite the controversy surrounding their courtship. A couple of years ago he passed a law to combat the spread of AIDS by forbidding persons under the age of 18 to have sex, then promptly became engaged to the then 17-year-old Phindile. That they met at the Reed Dance, a ceremony in which the young girls of the nation honour the Indlovukazi rankled some, especially she wasn't the first of his brides so chosen.

The King's lavish lifestyle has also drawn fire; he commands a fleet of limousines, and spends a fortune outfitting lavish mansions for his growing coterie of wives. Otherwise he seems to be drawing the country toward constitutionality, or at least as much as is possible under an absolute monarch of a nation still essentially tribal in nature. There is little press freedom, but neither are there clampdowns such as those seen in Zimbabwe, for example.

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RIP Pat Buckley

For a socialite and fashion plate, prominent in her sphere for over forty years, the Internet holds very few images of Pat Buckley.

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket Although I knew more about her than someone else in my situation might, I had no idea that she was Canadian, let alone that she was born in Vancouver (!), and on the former Dominion Day (now Canada Day) either. I always thought of her (when I did) as little more than the chain-smoking wife of crypto-fascist William F. Buckley and number one fag-hag of Truman Capote.

The last I read about her was in Vanity Fair a couple years back, and when I went to find the specific article in question my stacks threatened to collapse on me, so I let it be.

It's enough to know that she was chair of the Costume Institute for nearly twenty years and worked (or, if you prefer, "worked") on behalf of AIDS, cancer, and Vietnam veterans charities.
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Mario Dumont's First Act

When the Action Democratique du Quebec (ADQ) party did so well in the recent Quebec provincial election, there were those in the media who were stymied. Who was this young guy? What does his party stand for? And what effect would his party exert over the Liberals led by Jean Charest?

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketWell Dumont's first salvo is to suggest that Quebec sign the Constitution, which it did not do in 1982. And what better time for such a ceremony than during Quebec's 400th anniversary in 2008, at which the Queen would be the guest of honour?

This is almost too good to be true. There was a famous image from that time, of the Queen scowling at Prime Minister Trudeau; she was said to be miffed at him for signing such a document without Quebec. May she live long enough to see that wrong righted.

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Who's A What Now?

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There are many things at play here.

1) I don't have cable. This is for the best, since if I did I'd never get anything done.

2) I usually only buy the first season (or series) of any show. I guess I managed to talk myself into thinking that one day I may actually write one of these monsters, and so I wanted to study the unique dynamics that mark first seasons (or series). There are a few exceptions to this rule (Corner Gas, Sex and The City, Friends), but not many.

3) "Entourage" is a so totally, way, hella-hetero show. It's that hot - practically porn.

4) Which is probably why I was so shocked to learn that there's a gay character on it.

5) Not only is he Asian, he's actually gay. That's him above, in case you couldn't guess. His name is Rex Lee.

6) He plays Ari's assistant Lloyd, and he doesn't appear until the second season, you see.

I love these kind of shocks.

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Sunday, April 15, 2007

Now Showing - Richard Jeni's "The Gospel According to Vinnie"



Starring the voice and comedy talents of the late, lamented Richard Jeni.
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Best Of - The Fourth Hundred Posts: Bring It On!

Another of my mottoes is: the more you know, the less you know.

Invariably, this is because somewhere along the way there comes the sickening awareness that we can never know everything there is to know. Maybe you can deal with such a realisation, but as I said, it makes me ill. I am, and have always been, a militant know-it-all, and will continue to be. If I can't know everything I'll damn sure give myself a stroke trying.

I made my 400th post on 25 March, at the time when the seasons changed. In addition to the planetary ones, I have seasons of my own, emotional ones. In the winter is when I feel most British - probably summat t'do with t' rain. In the spring and summer I am almost entirely a New Yorker. Oh, I'll still watch "Little Britain" now and then in the warm months, fugeddaboudit, but I'm just as likely to be roaming around the alleys of Vancouver taking photos of grafitti or endlessly re-watching Woody Allen films. I only really feel Canadian in the fall, the only season in which this country is uniformly beautiful, a fact enshrined upon our flag which, after all, isn't green but red.

If the first hundred posts were about getting started, the second hundred about technical innovation, and the third about the delivery of quantity, the last hundred posts have been about improving the quality of the writing. I would much rather, now that I see how quickly these posts pile up, write fewer posts better than more posts worse. Much of my self-loathing arises from my desire to always be a better person than I am, whether smarter or kinder or fitter.

Being an inveterate reader, I've managed to absorb a lot of different styles of writing in my life, and it's that diversity I'm trying to reflect now. Unless there's a miracle, this blog will never pay me to write it. I could, however, make a pretty nice living writing (and/or taking pictures) for a variety of publications out there, much of it from the comfort of this very desk. The blog, then, represents a kind of portfolio of my capabilities, and will continue to grow to reflect that.

I'd like to thank all of you who read the Pop Culture Institute, whether you're a regular commenter or a diehard lurker. I've taken you down some dark corridors here, maybe lost a few of you along the way, but I hope I've also enlightened and entertained you as well. One thing is for sure: it's been my pleasure to do it.

My favourite post of the last hundred is called "Stanley Park Sojourn". Here it is again.
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Best Of - The Third Hundred Posts: An Exercise in Repitition

Much ado was made in the third hundred posts about establishing a routine. If need be, now I can publish five posts in under two hours (On This Day, a brief essay or editorial, a Spontaneous Brunette, scrobbling, and one YouTube clip), most of which I can do in between getting ready for work and making lunch.

This represents the greatest innovation since Henry Ford designed the assembly line, since there are times when life and work seriously get in the way of this baby big time. I also began to worry about issues like readership and revenue, even though both are where they're supposed to be for a blog as young as this one. My motto is: if you fail to plan, you plan to fail.

It was in this era (10-25 March) that I first wrote and edited a post on paper then typed it in later; I did this a few times in a couple of days, so I no longer remember which one was first. Since writing the posts is by far the most labourious part of the job, the fact that I can now do some of this either while at work or in transit has eased the time crunch for me considerably.

I was also able to show multiple episodes of series like "Mr. Deity", demonstrating the ability of a blog to entertain as well as inform. A post entitled "Comment Te Dire Bonjour" first showed me the power of clinging, lamprey-like, to the underside of a more powerful blogger, in this instance Joe Jervis of Joe.My.God; to date it remains my most commented upon post (with 9).
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Best Of - The Second Hundred Posts: A Compendium



Many of the innovations that have made the Pop Culture Institute what it is occurred between post 100 on 3 February and 200 twenty days later. These include the embedding of YouTube video on the 16th. In honour of those achievements, it is my honour to repost "Shoes", by Liam Sullivan, which has been watched something like 14 million times, most of them me and my friends.

  • YouTube Debut (07FEB07)

  • Of course, in those days, I still couldn't embed them, but I made my first upload that day. I have since upgraded the link, which I also couldn't do that day. I wouldn't learn how to do that until 11FEB07, when Seumas scratched out the instructions on an old receipt, in a single action changing not only this blog but my life.

  • On This Day (07FEB07)

  • I've always been a history buff, and in the current political climate, nothing beats a spot of history to remind us that there's nothing new, whether it's crime, sex, or politics.

  • Publishing daily (11FEB07)

  • The way to get a blog noticed is to produce a lot of content often, which has been my mantra ever since.

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Best Of - The First Hundred Posts: Quicksilver


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(Originally posted 17 October 2006 (my 13th post), it represents the first technical breakthrough for me - namely the posting of photos. Alas, it would be many months before I learned how to make proper-sized thumbnails; I could repost this photo, but I like the way my template has cropped it, so I'm leaving it as it is. Hard to believe this was two days short of six months ago. I've certainly come a long way since.)
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500 Posts and Still Going Strong

Unlike the subject of the previous post, there is no disaster here. You may beg to differ; in fact, you're encouraged to. Just remember, no anonymous comments, and offline emails may be shared with the group. Of course, unlike those arrogant Edwardians, I'd never dare display the hubris to declare the Pop Culture Institute unsinkable either. I'm far too susperstitious.

Begun as the Pandora Institute on 20 January 2006, as a progressive think-tank with the mission to "let hope out of the box", the name and mission were later changed, but I'm unable to discover exactly when and where this occurred, though I may do so while conducting routine maintenance. I am still a passionate advocate for progress and hope, but within a wider milieu.

The 100th post was celebrated on 3 February 2007.

[100th post]

They say the first 100 posts are the hardest; if they don't they should. If they're actually not, they were in my case. I did a lot of soul-searching in that first 13 months, reading other blogs, tinkering with the tone and the range of subject matter in my own. Anyone who thinks a blog is built in a vacuum must only be reading Perez Hilton.

It turns out most of the necessary repairs were on myself. In this case (as in most), neurosis was its own reward, since by the 100th post the thing had pretty much jelled. Unlike Windows, I too had developed a more stable platform. So much so that the 200th post was achieved less than three weeks later, on 23 February.

[200th post]

The 300th post came on 10 March, following the decision made by me to try and publish a minimum of five posts per day. The entire enterprise also got more technically sophisticated during this period as well, as I gradually learned how to embed video, create thumbnails and links, and wrap text around photos. It was a steep learning curve, and feel I met the challenge.

[300th post]

On 25 March I reached 400, and by this point not only was it well underway, it began to feel damn near unstoppable.

Favourite features (On This Day, Spontaneous Brunette, Scrobbling) persist, as do features on royalty, sitcoms, and Vancouver. Others are tried and abandoned (Blog Fodder), in an effort to improve the overall mix. Though I consider myself an artist, I'm an entertainer first, and have long ago given up any charade that I'm not slavishly pandering to my readers.

[400th post]

Which brings us to today and number 500.

The road ahead will feature less drippy editorials about how much I hate myself and more shiny pictures of pretty things, as well as stories about those who've been left out of history. Having studied much about how a city like Manhattan brands itself, I will be applying these techniques to writing about Vancouver in advance of the tourist onslaught of 2010.

The next milestone to be celebrated, expected at the end of June, is the thousandth post. 600, 700, etc. will receive only tags, so I can find them when it comes time to commemorate number 1000. In the meantime, some of the archived posts may disappear altogether; others may be combined into super posts.

I'd like to begin reprinting the favourite posts of the past, as determined by me, which is not to say I wouldn't appreciate your feedback in this. In fact, many of the reprinted articles will be the ones receiving the most comments. Five such posts will appear today, as part of the celebration, in each case celebrating some pinnacle of technical or creative achievement.

Nostalgia is one of my favourite emotions, but no one could ever accuse me of being sentimental. I like to appreciate the past for what it was, not make a fetish of what I wish it could have been. In order to keep myself interested, I have to keep this interesting to myself. Also, it helps me to deal with the rut my life is in by decorating the walls of that rut in this way.

Henceforth, after the 1000th post, every hundred posts will also be designated only by tags, and a full commemoration will appear only every thousand. It is my intention to celebrate the dawn of 2008 with my 2008th post, a live-blogged party with photos, video, and surprises galore.

See you then! (Or not, as the case may be.)

michael sean morris
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Saturday, April 14, 2007

Beyond Bondi Beach: The Beauty of Australia

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[Australia's epic Uluru, formerly known as "Ayer's Rock".]

Being part security guard and part magpie allows me unprecedented access to discarded shiny things. One such recent find was a copy of "Australian Geographic", a magazine devoted to the natural wonders of Australia.

Where else in one magazine could I learn about the magic of Uluru, the resurgent Wollemi pine, the world's most beautiful pest (the sulphur-crested cockatoo), or pioneering aviator Nancy Bird? In print, that is.

What an amazing hour I spent devouring this handsome magazine. With many more (issues and hours) to come, I hope.

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Royal News Roundup

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Michael Kluckner's "Vancouver Remembered"

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May I first offer my kudos to Whitecap Books for producing this handsome volume, which is destined to take its place on an ever-widening shelf offering tribute to our fair city. As with all products I review here, I paid for this book myself; it came to $53 with tax at Chapter's on Broadway.

Within, Kluckner's glowing watercolours are interspersed with file photos, editorial cartoons, and the sort of ephemera (postcards, menus, maps) that are essential in helping a place to create its own mythology. Since Vancouver's future as a world city now seems inevitable the time, it seems, has come to begin looking back, to the past that created it.

"Vancouver Remembered" essentially (though not slavishly) covers the period 1945-1986, although many of the paintings have a more recent provenance. Most of my firsthand knowledge of the city is from the era 1986 to the present, and I only began photographing the city in earnest in 2006, which makes this volume an especially valuable resource for me. It fills in the gaps in my own knowledge from the period just before I came to know it for myself.

Since its founding, the basic tension inherent in Vancouver has been between its role as a port and its reality as a garden. In my earliest memories of the place it is always half green and half grey. These days, of course, the grey is frowned upon; after all, we get enough of that from the sky. Yet now even the green is threatened, as much by weather as by commerce.

My earliest memories of Vancouver are of a quaint, tumbledown city. Development has certainly aided in the tumbling, as much as the incessant rain and landlord apathy. Currently the Gastown/Strathcona, Southeast False Creek/Mount Pleasant and Grandview neighbourhoods are most imperilled, and I'll be doing my part to preserve them, even if only in photographs.

Vancouver turns 125 in 2011. Seeing as Manhattan was founded in 1624, and there's precious little of that city from 1749 that remains today (or did, I daresay, even then), I'd say Vancouver has done an admirable job of conservation, especially since efforts to that end never began in earnest here until the 1980s. Still, developers have been ravenous.

In the past year, I have taken many photos of places now forever lost, which makes "Vancouver Remembered II" a virtual certainty twenty years hence.

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[This pair of houses at W. 7th and Fir were painted by Michael Kluckner (they appear on page 153 of "Vancouver Remembered") and photographed by me at this time last year; they've since been torn down.]
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Friday, April 13, 2007

A Spot of Gratitude - Good Neighbours

In this instance, it's for my former neighbour Steve, who lived above me for three years and never made a peep.

Steve recently moved out. Why my landlords decided to rent to a roller-skating rhinoceros is beyond me. Why she insists on juggling those bowling balls when she clearly sucks at it is also beyond me; she should stick to the tap-dancing, at which she excels.

If you have good neighbours, take this moment to thank your lucky stars you don't have plaster raining down on you like I do.
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Dream Analysis, Anyone?

I'm sitting on the ground in a certain plaza at the edge of Stanley Park, despite the fact that there are benches. It's dark, obviously the middle of the night, but not cold. Pamela Anderson and a very hot young guy who looks a bit like Mika are there, also sitting on the ground. She's ignoring him, he's ignoring me, and all three of us are apparently waiting for something, not saying much. Suddenly, what looks like a very fat ferret comes scurrying out of the undergrowth and up on my lap, where it starts to nuzzle me. Soon, he's joined by a half a dozen others, and they all start peeping. The hot young guy is staring at Pam and trying to touch her breasts, but aside from swatting him away she ignores him, as she cheerfully tells me all about these friendly animals, which she called Furbies, but which actually look like a cross between a ferret and a weasel.
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Belinda Calls It Quits

It was with a certain amount of shock that I read Belinda Stronach is leaving politics so soon after entering it. Not alot, but some.

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketIdealism, however, doesn't seem to have motivated her. Citing the need to spend more time with her teenaged children, she recently whined that being in opposition is still a full-time job. Well, duh! Given the government we have, everyone in opposition should be working overtime. I'm sure the corporate sector won't be such a drain on her time; plutocrats are known for their support of working mothers.

I suspect the fact that the Conservatives look poised to take the next majority played no part in her decision. Magna, the business her father runs and which she one day hopes to run, is making some moves to take over Chrysler/Daimler. Her father may be looking to step down soon, so the conclusions can be drawn not from what she says but from what she does.

Nevertheless, a couple of years in government has definitely made the Belinda brand less Newmarket and more up-market. High-profile relationships with Bill Clinton (strictly platonic - she's too pretty for him), Tie Domi, and Peter MacKay were the talk of the papers for weeks, and so the decision may have more to do with finding that private/public balance with which many celebrities struggle.

It's always a shame to lose a female politician, even one as shallow and dissembling as Belinda Stronach. As shallow and dissembling as she is, she could have been one of the greats.

Still, I wouldn't count her out; if she could only marry a Trudeau (not to mention stay Liberal) she might be Prime Minister yet.
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A Humble Attempt To Ease International Tension

I'll admit it, when I was younger I indulged in it quite a bit. I mean, all the other kids were doing it - I thought it would make me look cool. As I've gotten older, though, I've begun to regret it more and more.

I'm talking, of course, about anti-Americanism. Why? What did you think I meant?

The fact of the matter is, as I've read more and more history, I've come to the conclusion that anti-nationalism is about as inevitable as nationalism. If any country sticks their head over the parapet and proclaims "We're number one" a whole host of other countries will be just as likely to begin throwing number two.

As complicated as human lives are, with their unspoken motivations and constant myth-making, the lives of nations are even more so. It's very easy to emphasize what is most disliked and thus present a very unbalanced view of things. Yet few nations on Earth are not guilty of exactly the sorts of things they're most likely to condemn the United States for doing.

That's especially easy when the regime in question is as venal as the one currently toppling in Washington. Yet within each specific criticism is the answer to why it was made. "Zey're bullies" say the French, having never heard of Napoleon, and conveniently forgetting their own head-waiters as well. "Raging imperialists," the British might sniff, no doubt jealous, yet without a hint of irony. "Don't forget greedy," Canada might be eager to add, as it clings like cream (or scum) to the 100 mile strip above their common border, quietly slurping its economy northwards in exchange for abundant raw materials.

Each of these accusations may be true, but in making them much more has been revealed about the accuser than the accused. If I call a coworker "lazy", chances are it's to deflect attention from me, since I've been a little slack at my job, only he's been worse. At best, it's passive-aggressive, and when the best thing you can say about something is that it's passive-agressive, it's not that great.

There may be bigotry in the United States but there is bigotry everywhere; Europeans are able to sit on their comfortable duffs and bitch today specifically because America has been relieving its previously medieval overcrowding for the last 200 years. The solution is in understanding, not name-calling.

It's easy for non-Americans to admire, say, FDR, without admiring the national circumstances which fostered him; it's even easier to criticize all of America for the indiscretions of a few politicians rather than the politicians themselves. Sure, there are over 62 million people who voted for George W. Bush in the last election, which leaves about 138 million who didn't.

In this day and age, when real problems threaten the lives of everyone on the planet, standing around pointing fingers at this one and that one really does get in the way of solutions. As I've always said, it doesn't matter who has caused a problem, so much as who fixes it, since we are all to blame, in our own way. That doesn't automatically absolve the guilty parties of their crime, but when the crime committed (be it terrorism, global warming, or whatever) is an equal threat to those who caused it, solutions are more important than accusations.

So, if you'll just pop my Nobel Peace Prize in the mail, that'd be lovely.

[BBC via Seumas]
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Thursday, April 12, 2007

Stem Cells Shown To Cure Diabetes

Too bad there's no cure for ignorance...

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RIP Kurt Vonnegut

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"What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured."

Kurt Vonnegut
1922-2007

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Wednesday, April 11, 2007

A Fire That Won't Go Out

[Blogmaster's Warning: Sarcasm and exasperation often don't show up in the written word, yet this piece is dripping with both of them. Please don't bombard me with messages about how self-loathing I am; I know that already. For the record, just because I'm self-loathing doesn't mean the cause of it is internalized homophobia.]

I had to read the accompanying article a couple of times, because it contained so many incongruities. It seems a gay firefighter in a rural part of BC is suing the local fire department for anti-gay bias.

First of all, yeah. You live in the country, and work with men whose machismo means more to them than their soul. They put up nudie pictures and tell fag jokes. Yeah?

This has just sealed the deal. I'm announcing the release of my hip-hop album right now, even before it's written or recorded. Why not? Why not wade right in where you know from the start that you're not wanted, put yourself in harm's way, then complain about it?

That it happens doesn't make it okay, but you don't have any right to be shocked about it when it does, especially when you had to know from day one that it would. I worked one day as a photographer's assistant on a firefighter's calendar, and I could have told him this would happen.

What, was the police department not hiring? Good luck Mr. Mackenzie in changing the entire world all by yourself. I tried that once and it got old fast.

BC has no Human Rights Commission, but it did prior to 2002; when Gordon Campbell's Liberals were elected it was one of the first things they abolished. Currently we have a Human Rights Tribunal. In the old days, when reporting systemic bigotry such as this, investigators would interview past and present employees in an attempt to get to the source of the problem. Under the current system, the two parties get an hour or two face time with an adjudicator, and if the complainant doesn't agree to the adjudicator's findings he can be charged with the cost of the entire proceeding, usually upwards of $80,000.

I also work in a homophobic industry. I listen to fag jokes all day long. I don't say anything because if I'm ever in a dangerous situation I want to know that my backup is coming, not hanging back and laughing at the about-to-be-dead fag. And I certainly don't go to some hollow government agency where no one gives a shit about me.

Of course, that's just me. I've always been something of a libertarian where government is concerned.

The smartest thing David Mackenzie did here was going to the press. It'll get better results faster, and be more likely to bring about actual change. Going to the Human Rights Tribunal is strictly a formality to underline the seriousness of the complaint, and to make the press take it more seriously.

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Now Showing - "The B-Team"



All kinds of funny, and totally pop culture.
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Queen of Canada Rededicates Vimy Memorial

The following is the text of the speech made 9 April at the rededication of the Vimy Memorial in France:

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Ladies and gentleman, in any national story there are moments and places, sometimes far from home, which in retrospect can be seen as fixed points about which the course of history turns; moments which distinguish that nation forever. Those who seek the foundations of Canada's distinction would do well to begin here at Vimy.

Until this day 90 years ago, Vimy Ridge had been impregnable; a lesson learned at terrible cost to the armies of France and Britain. For the Allies, this ridge had become a symbol of futility and despair. It was against this forbidding challenge that the four divisions of the Canadian Corps were brought together as a single army for the first time.

In a matter of a few hours, on this cold and inclement Easter Monday morning, the Canadians became masters of the ridge and accomplished what many had thought impossible. Their victory was the fruit not only of an ingenious battle plan drawn up by Canadian commanders, but especially of courage and determination with which Canadian soldiers carried out their mission.

No fewer than four Canadians were awarded the Victoria Cross for conspicuous bravery during the battle, though it could easily be said that every soldier in the field demonstrated conspicuous bravery, such was the verve of the Canadian attack. It was a stunning victory. More, in capturing this formidable objective, the Canadian Corps transformed Vimy Ridge from a symbol of despair into a source of inspiration. After two-and-a-half years of deadly stalemate, it now seemed possible that the Allies would prevail and peace might one day be restored.

Here on this hallowed ground, where so much has been sacrificed, we're commemorating their courage and achievement. Their victory gave more than hope, it allowed Canada, which deserved it so much, to take its place on the world stage as a proud, sovereign nation, strong and free. Canada's commemorative monument at Vimy shows Canada's great strength and its commitment to freedom and also shows the deep solidarity that links Canada and France.

And lastly, it certainly shows the bravery, courage and sacrifice of the courageous Canadians that inspired a young nation to become a great nation.

To their eternal remembrance, to Canada, and to all who would serve the cause of freedom, I rededicate this magnificently restored memorial.


Bless you Ma'am.

The Vimy Memorial was originally dedicated by Edward VIII as King of Canada on 26 July 1936.
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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Roseanne Barr Criticizes "Evangelical" Gays

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Recently, while guest-hosting on a radio show, Roseanne Barr said:

Never once in my 54 years have I ever once heard a gay or lesbian person who’s politically active say one thing about anything that was not about them. They don’t care about minimum wage, they don’t care about any other group other than their own self because you know, some people say being gay and lesbian is a totally narcissistic thing and sometimes I wonder.

I’ve never heard any of them say anything except for “accept me ‘cause I’m gay.”

It’s just, it’s screwed. It’s no different than the evangelicals, it’s the same mindset. They want you to accept Jesus and you guys want us to all believe it’s okay to be gay. And a lot of us, a lot of them, I do, I don’t give a damn who anybody has sex with, as long as they’re not underage and an animal. I don’t give a damn, it’s none of my damn business. I’m just sick of all the divisiveness, it’s not getting any of us anywhere.


Of course, there are times when the ability to see all sides of an issue is a hindrance. In fact, most times it's a hindrance, since the modern fetish is for a certain fascism of opinion, especially when it comes to identity politics. I'd love to be able to stand up and loudly declaim that it's "my way or the highway" for once, but I cannot. Damn my open mind.

Strictly speaking, what Roseanne says is true, albeit specious. I have no doubt that the gays she's met are like that; most of the ones I meet are. Gay men, I mean. Others, myself and my friends included, care deeply about the whole spectrum of social justice, including queer issues (mainly because if we don't include them no one else will). Ghetto gays, not so much - though I also accept that they have their reasons for being so one-note.

As for lesbians, there isn't a charity or worthy cause anywhere that doesn't owe at least some of its membership to them, whether it's rape relief, eradicating poverty, or animal rights. I believe that inside every lesbian is an angel. In fact, I think the world should be run by lesbians over the age of 50. But that's just my opinion - I could be wrong.

Most gays of course will have their thongs in a wad over Roseanne's comments for a variety of reasons, and the ones who shout the loudest will be the ones hit a little too close to home by them. It doesn't bother me because, for my own sake, she's wrong. There's no point at my getting mad at her because she's simply not describing me. She has a point, and what she said has the power to ignite a bit of a debate in the gay male community, provided they can do it and get it over with before the next circuit party hits town.

As for "accept me because I'm gay": fuck that. Accept me because you want to; if you don't want to I couldn't care less. Gays (for example) are pretty well hated in the black community - especially hip-hop. It doesn't weaken my support for their civil rights - or my enjoyment of hip-hop - only makes me sad that the discriminated-against feel the need to pay that bigotry forward.

I've always loved Roseanne, specifically because she runs her mouth, and these comments don't change a thing. I'm not going out and burning my "Roseanne" DVDs and boycotting her or anything. I only hope that, in the fallout from this, she gets a chance to meet the kind of people she says she's never met: passionate, concerned, well-rounded gays. Even in LA.

In the words of her great foe Judy Tenuta: "It could happen."
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Speaking of Witch...

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketI don't know why I let this story get away from me, since this is another thing I've been waiting ages for... The final book.

I guess I figured I'd let the initial hoo-hah die down before contributing to the swelling momentum leading up to the July 21st publication date. Anything I might have to say could easily get lost in the initial press frenzy; I feel much safer leading the second or third wave. Or at least, that's what I tell myself.

I was a bit of a Johnny-Come-Lately to the series. I never read them until the release of "The Prisoner of Azkaban", when I bought and read the first three books at once. For that reason, I tend to think of the first three as one book, and certainly they do read that way. Lengthwise, the first three books fit neatly into "The Order of the Phoenix" with room left over.

One of the rituals I've developed is to reread the previous books before the new one is released. I think I'll be doing this again, especially now that I have the blog, since the blog has such a voracious appetite for content. This seems like as good a time as any for a retrospective, which I will be offering my readers as I make my way through them.

Another ritual is going down to the bookstore at midnight on the date of release and mingling with all the diehards and weirdos. I do it because it's good to be among my people. I love the idea of being caught up in something with millions of others, whether it's the series finale of "Friends" or even a hockey game. Such is the unifying effect of pop culture.

"Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" hits bookstores at the witching hour, midnight on Saturday 21 July. If this book is anything like the last one, I should close the back cover on the Monday following.
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"The Queen" on DVD April 24th

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketBecause I'm that kind of person, I never saw "The Queen" in movie theatres, even though I was dying to. I always say it's because I don't like seeing movies in the cineplex - which is partly true - but mainly it's because I hate going anywhere there are lots of people dating. Having to walk in there alone is more than I can bear; I might as well wear a sign that says "Loser".

So the sad fact is, no one I know wanted to see it with me, so I had to wait nearly 7 months to see it myself. Obviously, there's something character building in delayed gratification, and my patience is about to pay off. "The Queen" hits stores on April 24th, and my DVD player scant minutes after that.

This year is the tenth anniversary of the tragic events depicted in the film, a week which was burned into my cerebral cortex forever. I'm dying to see for myself how they're depicted.
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Monday, April 09, 2007

Just Because: Charo


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John Travolta Is Hardly Divine

Why oh why could these dolls not have been made of the original cast? John Waters, why hast thou forsaken me? Will MacFarlane Toys hear my keening cries and ease my pain?

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Oh, I'm still gonna buy them, or at least the Tracy and Edna. Normally I wouldn't, but in 1977 my mother refused to let me have a Marie Osmond doll to go with my Donny, then went apeshit in 1979 when I brought home a Princess Leia.

So it's her fault really.

[A Socialite's Life]
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A Heaping Helping of Anti-Canadian Sentiment

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketMuch is made of anti-American sentiment, especially, of course, by Americans. In fact, I've talked about it so much, I'm beginning to resemble Papa Smurf. Of course, there's absolutely no anti-Canadian sentiment in America. Or is there?

This from Gawker seems to indicate that there just might be. Where Americans aren't outright ignorant about Canada (do y'all live in igloos?) they tend to have the viewpoint of articles like the one I've cited. Not that Canadians aren't also evil about Canada, it's just that the ones who are either a) clam up about it whenever there are Americans around, b) move to the United States or c) are Tories, and therefore constantly conniving to sell us to them anyway.

Now, as I have stated again and again whenever there's any Yank-bashing around me, there are gross people everywhere, and in my misanthropy is a message everyone can embrace: ultimately, it's behaviour that makes people horrible, not their place of birth. I have met lovely Americans, Canadians, Australians, even British. Not nearly as many as the horrible ones I've met, but then again, I don't like 99% of people.

I blame that foul smell of nitrogen in the air. It's bound to make a species hateful. Such a pretty planet, such an ugly species running it...
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Saturday, April 07, 2007

Herb Ritts Gallery To Open In 2010

The Museum of Fine Arts in Boston is establishing a permanent gallery honouring photographer Herb Ritts, who died in 2002. The usual criticisms have been raised, namely that Ritts' work is closer to pop culture than it is to fine art, which is likely the same thing they said about the Mona Lisa while it was drying.

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketRitts' work, if anything, is the bridge between pop culture and fine art; all pop culture fades, and as it does whatever is most loved in it is then elevated to the status of fine art. His pictures are iconic and much loved - the ultimate measure of art - ergo, end of story.

A donation of $2.5 million US and 189 images has been made by his foundation to establish the space. A showing of his work at the same museum in 1996 drew a quarter million visitors. Being the curmudgeon I am, I can't help thinking that the fact that Ritts was gay, as well as the fact that he died of AIDS, as much as his popularity, is what has drawn the ire of the artsy crowd.

Not that you'd ever get me to say such a thing out loud, that is. Photography has always been given short shrift by the Art with a Capital A crowd anyway, so it could just be plain snobbery rather than homophobia that has their blue stockings in a wad.

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