power down

When Canada became a signatory to the Kyoto protocol, many Canadians held their heads a little higher thanks to an increased sense of moral virtue. After all, we just had to look to the ‘ignorant’ south, who didn’t sign Kyoto, to feel better about ourselves. It’s now a few years later and sadly little has changed in terms of our emissions, despite the Kyoto requirements. Certainly there’s a greater amount of media awareness surrounding the issue, and many Canadians have begun to think about the ramifications of climate change. Indeed, the exceptionally warm winter that we are all experiencing this year should prove that the times they are a changin’. In case you assume this to be a momentary blip in weather statistics, it should be noted that of the ten warmest years in recorded history, eight have occurred since 1990.

We all know that transportation is a big part of the problem, but electricity consumption is also a climate change issue. At it’s heart it all boils down to this: we are going to be using a lot of electricity for the foreseeable future. As more items become electrified and more people (ie: China, India, etc) can purchase and use them, electricity use will skyrocket over the coming decades. There’s just one problem: it can’t, at least with our current methods of production.



Most of North America’s electricity comes from burning coal and oil. This has two fairly severe consequences. Firstly, both are finite resources that will not sustain our current usage profiles let alone adapt to the ever-increasing population. Secondly, there’s that pesky business about air pollution, as emissions from generators are the biggest single contributors to climate change and smog.



It is likely that nuclear power will have to fill the deficit when oil use becomes more prohibitive. Don’t believe me? How about some math on this issue. 65% of North American electricity comes from oil, coal, and natural gas. These technologies will never be clean. Either we accept dirty air which warms our planet, or we reduce demand to 35% of our current usage. Given how much we all like our televisions and fridges, the latter seems unlikely. Renewable technologies cannot currently match this level of production. Once every building is fitted with solar panel roofs and wind generators are almost household items, maybe then we can start talking about sustainable growth. Until then, our growth will be always-already unsustainable. More than likely however, over the next few decades we will see the proliferation of nuclear generation, with all the environmental, social, and safety issues that it entails.

So what can be done by the average person? While not everyone has the money to dump $15,000 into a personal solar or wind generation system, there are many other steps that can be taken to ensure that your energy use is minimized. Of course, if you can afford to install a small wind generator or add solar panels to your property, then please do so. In fact, give me a ring and I’ll help you install your system. Check out Energy Alternatives for more details. If you are building a new house, why not add a renewable energy source? It will pay for itself in about a decade, and then your electricity will be free. Not a bad price, considering the increasing rates that power companies are charging.

One much smaller step that can be taken is to pay attention to those objects in your life that consume electricity. I know this sounds rather pedantic, but little things like changing all of the light fixtures in your house from incandescents to compact fluorescent will be a great step (and since these efficient bulbs last ten times longer than “normal” ones, you will be less of a burden on our landfills), Obviously, I am not suggesting that you ditch your high-tech gear and move into an earth-warmed cave in the woods. Electronic toys can be great fun, and definitely enhance many aspect of our lives. The easiest way to save on power use is to turn things off when you are done using them.



This may seem obvious, but you’d be surprised how many people leave appliances running when they are not in use. Televisions, stereo equipment, kitchen appliances – if they aren’t in use, turn the damn things off. Fans, heaters, lights, and such don’t really need to be on when you aren’t actually in the room. Here’s a fun idea: put all your lights and fans on motion sensors and timers so that they only operate when they are needed, then forget about them.

Computer equipment is another culprit. Monitors do not need to be on when the computer is not in use, and you can set up Windows to put the whole computer into a low power mode using the screensaver settings. Don’t leave the machine running overnight unless it’s actually performing a function. In this capacity I am looking straight at Hamilton’s business community. Just walk past a place of business at night and you can see that most of them leave their computers and cash registers on all the time. There’s no need for those monitors to be on all the time guys; turn ‘em off, save some cash. Even better, if you see that a business is wasting power, why not walk in and tell them? It’s usually out of ignorance rather than apathy that waste occurs. Also, when you go away on vacation, don’t leave on lights or appliances as a means to deter thieves. My cop buddies tell me that robbers tend to “case the joint” before doing anything. Most thieves are smart enough to notice things to suggest that you aren’t actually home, such as lights which never turn on or off, cars which never appear or leave the house, and people who don’t come and go. If you want to play this game with them, at least get a timer to control the lights. Otherwise, your little counter-insurgency strategy is entirely laughable.

Perhaps most importantly, if everyone were to upgrade their house to ensure maximum efficiency, a great deal of electricity would be saved. The federal government is actually providing grants for this very purpose. You do have to invest some money yourself to have an energy audit performed and retrofit your house to maximize efficiency. There is serious money available to those who truly wish to lower their household power use. Find out more at the website for the Office of Energy Efficiency.

Reducing our energy consumption isn’t a leftist agenda. In the long run, saving money is something from which we can all benefit. That our air will be more breathable and our climate more liveable is icing on the cake.

the body politik

These past few weeks, I’ve been oscillating between a decision to stop paying attention to the “political” issues that get brought forth in the popular media, and the opposite position of wanting to attack much of what gets talked about in public discourse as so much horseshit. It continually amazes me that a citizenry will so patently avoid dealing with issues of such importance as health care in a more aggressive fashion.

You really do have to love media “debates”. Once again we’re being told by conservative pundits about the virtues of privatizing healthcare while at the same time the horrors of a for-profit health system are being expounded by the left. It pains me to no end to continually hear the same bullet points from both camps while any debate about the issue is perpetually stifled. I don’t want to get into the issue of why there is no space for such discussions in the public sphere (an issue of both corporate hegemony over broadcast sources and public apathy to that which is not immediate to them).

More importantly, I think it’s key to look at precisely that which is not being said, falling to the margins of public discourse. Health Canada is reminding us of the economic burdens of particular lifestyle choices. One wonders why government does not take a more active stance against things are known to be harmful to our health. Prevention should be the mantra of our health system, and yet all of the public discourse surrounding healthcare involves funding various treatment issues.



Every time you turn go to the Canadian news media these days, you hear about the various failures of the health care system. From wait times to bed shortages, it’s all a big love-in of negative punditry. And yet solutions are rarely, if ever, given. Except the mantra of privatization, which gets held aloft as a white knight leading us to the promised land. The only manner to improve the system according to the proponents of privatization is to allow private capital to be invested in the system. We need more beds, more doctors and nurses, more equipment, and more physical space in hospitals.

According to such thinking, the health system needs an injection of capital to expand and meet the needs of Canadians. If we were to allow doctors to set up private clinics, those doctors will be able to secure loans to expand health infrastructure in this country. They would then pass on the expense of these (privately accrued) loans along to their customers along with some conception of a profit margin to thus provide what Conservative thinkers like to call “adequate service”. That profit would then be used to further invest in the system and find ever more opportunities for “market expansion”. So that is the grand strategy on the part of proponents of privatization. According to these people, systems only work when somebody is making a profit. Of course, isn’t the system then more expensive, when in addition to health services it has to pay for mansions and cars and such for its investors? I’ll get to that math in a second.

Some of us are currently asking why, if Canadians have so much money that they wish to put to health care, there is no further injection of money into the public system. If all we need is investment, why are we not investing? After all, it’s far more efficient and less expensive for the government to secure loans for investment on a system-wide level than it is for thousands of small investors. As well, governments can accommodate losses in one sector of the budget (let’s say healthcare, as a continual expense) with gains in another (energy stocks, anyone?). Furthermore, the federal as well as a few provincial governments are enjoying surpluses that could easily be used to further investment in health care. All of these things would keep the overall price of health care lower than if the private sector were to be in charge.

So why are such investments not forthcoming? Well, let’s just say there’s a whole hell of a lot of money in the health system, and the financial sector is chewing at the bit to gain access to these public funds. When profit comes from people being sick, corruption is quick to follow.

There’s one aspect unique to health care that makes it impossible to marry profitability to a sense of human compassion and what we might call “good governance”. Every time somebody gets sick or has an accident, a cost in incurred. By its very nature, taken as a whole health is a depreciating economy. There is simply no manner to make a profit without either isolating access to only those who can pay for the continually-increasing profit margins of all the middlepeople in the health services chain, or to downgrade services when they are universally accessible and cut costs to the bare minimum.

A great example of this kind of health care is provided to the south where HMOs, which are America’s attempt at universal coverage, do not cover a vast majority of health services and more importantly are not accepted by a majority of hospitals or doctors. Since profitability is the raison d’être of the system, patients who are not profitable are perishable. They will remain externalities to a system which chooses not to account for their existence.

So yes, health care is expensive and will continue to burden governments who choose to socialize its access. Health care spending in this country was pegged at about $121 billion for 2003, which represents nearly 10% of our GDP. Shouldn't the healthy lives of a citizenry be worth ten percent of what the country is worth? By the way, America spends 14.6% of its GDP on medical care. While all that money is footed by taxpayers, many Americans lack the quality of care that every single Canadian receives. Interestingly enough, the OECD found that while the USA spends nearly twice as much per person on health care, Canadians live on average two years longer (I realize this might have to do with crime statistics and environmental protections, and might not reflect wholly on health policy).

A body politik must be healthy to be wealthy and productive. You might hear about wait times in Canada, which many espouse as representative of an "ailing" health care system. That's not during life-threatening situations, except when organ donations are required. The wait is for elective surgeries, like hip replacements and such. Health care needs to prioritize. It's more important to save a person's life than it is for one to get a new hip. Sorry, that's just the way it is. Conservatives in Canada complain because they can't access health care the way they can access the mall. They want service they can pay for, and because many of them are wealthy they think they "deserve" it. Tough. Despite some elements to the contrary, the wealthy do not represent the centre of human rights in Canada.

This whole ideology of profit, which leaves everyone to their own devices in terms of fending for themselves when they are sick, is an abject failure. You will not see the results of that failure if you concentrate your studies on affluent Americans who don't seem to have any problem buying into adequate health coverage. You will see it in the disenfranchised who do not have any coverage at all (the US Census for 2003 states this to be 15.2% of the total US population, or about 43.6 million Americans -- ten million more than the entire population of Canada!). You will see that failure in the low-to-mid of the middle class (about 100 million), who do not have coverage which equals the coverage every single Canadian is assured by our constitution. You see it in the record number of bankruptcies that are filed every year when families have to pay tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars for medical treatments out of their own pockets.

Most reasonable Americans have had enough of these beliefs. They are sick of paying ridiculous prices for medicine. They are sick of getting turned away from hospitals which do not recognize their insurance. And most especially, they are sick of insurance companies who do everything they can to get out of paying for medical treatments. In this capacity, America represents a travesty. The USA has enough wealth that every citizen should have the best treatment in the world. Instead, you get a reality where a family must seriously consider the consequences of paying $200,000 for heart surgery and possibly face bankruptcy or instead allowing a family member to die. That is unacceptable in the modern world. Now is not the time to bring such hideous complaints to Canada, when our national wealth is rising substantially and our population is expanding.

My New York Diary

It's not that often that I choose to review older material, but this time I feel the need to promote the work of an artist pro bono. Thanks to my typical mid-winter hibernation, there has been a lot more time lately for the anti-social things that I love, one of which being graphic novels. I've been continually putting off an attempt to read the entire Cerebus series in one go thanks to certain, er, "responsibilities" that have come my way recently. Then comes a wee little snow day, and already I've gorged myself on several books.

This is what I would consider the best of the bunch -- mainly as the others included Spiderman and Batman ephemera. Montreal artist Julie Doucet has gained a good deal of publicity for her books, which combine domestic scenes with a particular sense of poetic realism in terms of narration and visual design. She rarely appeals to what I like to call "grand design" narrative, which, broadly speaking, is a means of attempting to melodramatize a story beyond itself. By this, I mean to suggest stories which appeal to their ontology in a rather banal and obvious way. Think of a story in which all of the actions and events which occur conveniently underline the themes or characterizations of the story without any other sense of logic behind their existence. This appeal is one of the author to him- or herself, and the last thing that I want masturbatory writing to attempt is structural realism. It does not aid a reader's uptake (at least not this reader), but rather grand design narratives serve to show themselves as stories which could be nothing but what the author has presented, a hermeneutic seal of self-legitimization. We've all seen and/or read bad deus ex machina stories. I am of the opinion that such is a failed aesthetic, and one which frequently lets authors off the hook without them doing too much work to understand the world around them.

Moving on...

My New York Diary is a brief autobiography of the author during a time in her mid-twenties when, seeking a career in cartooning, she moves from Montreal to New York. Now I'm sure that the artist-trying-to-make-it-in-New-York is perhaps the biggest cliché in modern culture. And yes, the art does indeed owe a hell of a lot to Art Spiegelman. Doucet has a great ear for dialogue however, or more specifically for what remains almost-spoken in relationships. Some of this comes across through her inner thoughts. For the most part however, she leaves the important aspects of characterization to small graphic details such as the manner in which her cat responds to her New York boyfriend in the background of several panels.

It is precisely these little details that bring joy with every page. Doucet's bobbly-headed figures are irrepressibly endearing, especially when they get high and start cursing at each other in the nude. Perhaps it is the fighting which I find most appealing. Maybe it’s the sheer helplessness and uselessness of Doucet’s male characters, who seem entirely burdened by the weight of their bad decisions and yet do not seem to be conscious of this fact. Or perhaps it’s Doucet’s somewhat casual attitudes toward the valuation of meaning and the attribution of significance which stands out the most for me. Her characters are entirely believable as they exist almost entirely within prisons of their own derivation. They act akin to Foucault's interned within the panopticon: ever guilty, they either self-police or are eternally condemned. Doucet herself realizes this fact by the end of the novel, during a period of a few weeks when she comes to the realization that life for her cannot continue with her New York boyfriend in the picture. This breakup is not sentimental, but rather entirely realistic in the sense that both actors are engaging in a mutual process of misfiring, with each mistake reinforcing the mistaken emotions of the other person. It is a tragedy that thankfully is played entirely without melodrama (a taste if which we were given at the beginning of the novel during a boyfriend's feeble attempt at suicide).

With events such as these, Doucet seems to be advocating a certain laissez-faire approach to empirial significance. Sure, things such as breakups and such are milemarkers in our respective lives. But if all we suffer is the other person, or the lack thereof, then should we not be examining people and not events for meaning? Events are given significance by relations created through nostalgic reverie. With the simple, random, and even casual manner in which even the most meaningful relationships in our lives come and go, we are kidding ourselves with all of the melodrama of significance. Doucet serves us the reminder that such things are daily banalities, meaning little except to ourselves. Meaning comes at precisely the moment when the story of such things gets told and retold. Then again, such is the purpose of diaries: simultaneously private and public, singular yet universal, they are the material form of the nostalgic gesture, the means by which we attribute meaning to those little banal narratives that we call ourselves. This wake, this breathing of life into otherwise ancient memories, is the true sense of self that we can give to other people when they lack our immediate presence. It is for this reason that Doucet ends her book simply and abruptly with a three-page winter exodus of the city that involves her, her apartment, and her cat. Oh, and the not-so-subtle irony of an amateur marching band. Story over. She's come and gone. And we never really were in Julie's presence anyway!

Some of us like to engage ourselves with art that reinforces and legitimates our sense of self. When we find characters and stories that are as dysfunctional as we, a certain sense of homecoming washes over us. I now feel less isolated from society by the various manners in which I miseducate myself and those around me. Thanks to the ever-increasing circulation of Montreal’s Drawn & Quarterly imprint, you shouldn’t have too much trouble finding yourself a copy for the next snow day.

Bonnie Prince Billy and Tortoise - The Brave and The Bold

Bonny Prince Billy and Tortoise
The Brave and The Bold
[Overcoat/Domino, 2006]

When two of your musical heroes decide to get together, it can be a mixed blessing. Surely, the complex arrangements and instrumental dexterity of Chicago’s Tortoise could provide nothing but solid support for our bonnie Will Oldham. At first you might assume the band’s muscular tone to be somewhat antithetical to Oldham’s skeletally strained vocal delivery, and yet each serves to emphasize the strengths of the other. Plus, the dynamic of a strong band and a barely-there voice serves as an ironic undertext to the proceedings. The Brave and The Bold collects ten covers from such diverse acts as Elton John, the Minutemen, Devo, Bruce Springsteen, and Don Williams. Springsteen’s ‘Thunder Road’ is transformed from the agit-anthem of the original to a 70s-style prog masterpiece lifted from a long-lost rock opera. The group’s take on Elton’s ‘Daniel’ is equally revelatory, as the classic saccharine end-of-the-night torchsong loses the sing-songiness of Elton’s version in favour of an aural depiction of the drink and smoke-filled atmosphere which must have constituted the reality of the song’s lyrics – all this while still retaining the objective humour of the original. While not a groundbreaking album by any means, The Brave and The Bold is a perfect meeting of indie minds who were smart enough not to try and perfect a masterpiece. They just got together and played the songs which appealed to them, and we’re the better for it.

MP3: Bonnie Prince Billy and Tortoise, "Cravo É Canela"

Audion - Suckfish

Audion
Suckfish
[Spectral Sound, 2005]

Sometimes, all you want to do is dance it all away. Detroit’s Matthew Dear greatly understands this desire, and over the past few years and under a variety of aliases he has appealed to the masses with his take on tech-house beats. Unlike the patient and endearingly produced techno that permeates his namesake vocal work, under alias Audion Dear spins a very dirty and hormone-fuelled sixty minutes. Album opener ‘Vegetables’ sets the tone for Suckfish with an insistent and dirty mechanical crunk that permeates the track, giving it a feel that’s half 1990 Detroit and half 2005 Berlin back alley. ‘Your Place or Mine’ lays down funky, sex-dripping disco beats over its course (for some reason this song screams Rainer Werner Fassbinder to me).

Dear ably leads to the first album highlight ‘Titty Fuck’, which layers electro-style synth stabs over a rampant microhouse soundfloor. Several tracks like ‘T.B.’ and ‘Uvular’ provide more subtle ass-grooving experiences, maybe akin to the cross-room flirtations that precede any overt bumps in the night. Each leads straight into a barn-burner of a track, proving that a slow, tantric rise will beat fireworks every time. And that climax does come with the bass-sweep march of ‘Kisses’, the solid disco thump of ‘The Pong’, and the two-step squelch of ‘Just Fucking’ which will ensure that your party will indeed be started. It all makes you want to drop ecstasy and dance it up like 1997 all over again, this time with the carnal knowledge that comes with full-on adulthood.

MP3: Audion, "Just Fucking"

feeling my way around itaewon

our first full day off after the esl camp in korea, and we had celebrated the previous night by, of course, drinking excessively. i was wearing contacts, and the exceptionally dry atmosphere left them decently attached to my eyeballs, despite my regular use of drops -- regular up to the point where i stopped caring / noticing the problem. regardless, fun was had and by the end of the night my eyes ended up in their proper sockets, so to speak.

i woke up the next day completely blind and in an exceptional amount of pain. i couldn't keep my eyes either closed or shut. after three hours of trying to sleep it off into the afternoon, i decided to venture out to the clinic and see (now that there is a certain distance of then and now, it's easy to use such a terrible pun) what was what. since i was completely blind, i had to make the trek by feel. somehow i managed to cross the street, touching brick, stone, and other inhabitants of this dismal American borough of Seoul. when i got the other side, some US military police stopped me and asked why i was so drunk at such an early part of the day ("you must be a fucking Canadian" one said!). i explained my situation and they pointed out that the clinic on my side of the street was closed for renovations, so i had to make my way up the street a half kilometre to another one. fun times.

feeling one's way up the main street in Itaewon is in fact the only way to travel this strip, even if you are graced with vision. every small street vendor that you pass grabs you and brings you closer to their somewhat stunted paychecks. i now know what calvin klein socks feel like. how each item in a line of gucci purses supplely enters your palm only to slip into the next design, arresting you for a second of desire amassed and rejected. the fact that almost everything you see is a bootleg, a facsimile made by hands other than armani's. all of the luggage and tourist items are displayed in order to trip up any passer-by who doesn't give even a second to evaluate their worth, which under my fingers seemed for the most part quite adequate. there is a certain presence of tactile response, a knowledge of where you came from and where you are going, atom by atom from birth unto death. above anything else i learned that the body only knows time within relative immanence. everything is given time by bodily experience, and from this sense of "everything" taken altogether comes the gesture toward transcendence. meaning is precisely this interception of sense into consciousness while trying to avoid the scars of time: an impossible procedure. the blind-for-a-day are given meaning in a pure sense, without referent. no, it says, immortality does not come that cheap; welcome back to present day reality. at this instant the body returns upon itself, and either you allow the non-corporeal to maintain its distance like a prayer, or you let it fold in upon both itself and you.

with this manifest realization, i was able to pick up what was, when i was finally able to see it two days later, a pretty sweet shirt by feeling the design on the front. aesthetics are an interesting consideration when you lose a sense. by what criteria should we really judge things? referentiality is our only recourse. so what then of aesthetics and universality? what then is beautiful beyond that which simply brings relief to the suffering of a particular individual? it was precisely at this moment of purchase that i decided true happiness would only come about if i created something back at my hotel. with such limited options as i had available to myself, i knew that such a creation would be me and a camera, solitary in solidarity. hopefully the resultant video doesn't linger too long as anything of importance, as in my mind it was merely a distraction and one which served it's fitful purpose. if i learned anything from this birthing, it is that isolation -- true isolation -- breeds incontinence. truth be told, i like this space of incontinence. it is one of freedom despite harsh criticism from both within and without; minima moralia.



i made it to the clinic only to find out that many of Itaewon's public services -- in the sense that i have come to understand the meaning of public -- close for random three-hour sessions, sporadically throughout the day. presently i was out of luck, so i decided to try and get back home and knock myself out with soju after fucking around with my attempts at an important visual. on the way, i'm not sure how, i managed to get to the atm in the subway (thank you random australian man who read to me my atm info. up to that point, i was thinking that i might get fucked over by someone stealing cash or my pin). a quick mission of happiness, and some food for my sojourn at the love motel.

being vegetarian and blind in korea is a double misunderstanding. multiply by ten when you add a certain lack of ability with the korean language. obviously i was not allowed to touch the food which interested me. as a consequence, i had to trust my limited korean vocabulary for this pursuit of culinary justice. at one kitchen, i tasted crab and got sick immediately. this led to the exchange of some verbal abuse on the part of those serving me my food. weird. it seemed pretty straight-forward to me. annio golgi, annio mul golgi: no meat, no seafood. then i try to explain no dairy and no eggs. all good, despite my hang'-'glish barbarisms. good, except for the fact that many korean kitchens do not assume things like crab, pork, chicken, etc, to be meat in the traditional sense, and sometimes after explaining that you will not eat a single animal product you still get random animal legs sticking out of your meal in a "decorative" fashion.

nightmare.

the only thing i knew with confidence that i could consume was bi bim bap, a multi-disciplinary salad with rice that sometimes comes with an egg or meat on top but is traditionally vegan. cooking your own food in korea is my recommendation though, unless you really really like bi bim bap, as in three times a day like-alicious.

on this day i had to resort to pictographs in order to get my meal requirements across. this process led me into seven different kitchens, after six different arguments. when fighting blind, the fury of presence is removed from you, as is the hatred which comes from knowing your opposition. it is at once the most heartless and unsatisfying thing you can do. provocation requires a willingness to stare into the eyes of an opponent and convince them of the absolute assurity of your position by strength of metabolism alone. when you go blind, your body language changes, becomes unpredictable. in the end i starved a fair amount, as there was no way for me to express my desires to korean chefs without staring them in the face. blind, fidgety, and half-drunk, i was looked upon as a miser and a cheat, and was given little respect from any food vendor that i found.



at this point, i was so blinded by pain and fuzzy-wrecked-eyedness that i was getting myself around my touch and touch alone -- with occasional barely-peeled eyes telling me of unfocussed shapes and hazy occurences. i now know what most buildings in Itaewon feel like, and some of the people as well. this could have quite easily led me down dark paths, and every bar in my vicinity catered to such a lack of willpower against vice.

i dragged myself home, and was accosted by several prostitutes who i think were balkan. they sounded cute and obviously knew how to endear themselves, but their practised voices were very raspy and tired. i could hear the wheeze of the mattress with every sentence they uttered; articulations seemed determinately cut short by their boredom and the cold wind which passed over their lips. they offered to me everything they didn't really have: presence and a certain emotional tangeability, bought cheaply each half-hour. luckily for them i don't believe in ghosts which i can't see, and so there was no animosity as i left them alone on the street with nothing exchanged between us.

one thing i really liked about my hotel room was the sheer containment it provided. there was no way to excuse the fact that a body needed space. life and breath were taken for granted here in the love motel. this was a region of unforgiven corpses and daily transcience, and my foreign-ness was no exception. time becomes irresolute in such places. the day passed a lot more quickly than i imagined it would upon first waking, in pain and somewhat desperate.

another four hours of listening to music and trying to sleep off my pain. i tried to avoid having my eyes burn when they were either closed OR open. it was a continual and transcendent buzz which elevated my body beyond itself to a relative absolution with the walls, the floor, other people outside my little vacuum. the annihilation of it all was a sweet relief from the immediacy of sensation -- the dry heat from the floor heaters -- pipes under the whole floor which keep the room nice and toasty and also dry the air the fuck out -- made me try another walk into the street. since it was now after supper, the prostitutes were out in full force. no nudity in the public here, unlike North America. the little strip right in front of our love motel is an expanded barracks for GIs picking up hookers and taking them to places like the motel where we have been staying. naked girls left in small dirty rooms after they are used. i thought at first that these little daily mantras of money-then-sex / sex-and-then-money were obscene, a realization of the "love you long time" scene in Full Metal Jacket. i tried everything in my power to save myself from it all. it was crass and i was moralizing, but i took pride in being a judge over these people and their situation. it was liberating, and i wanted the imposition of freedom's distant horizons.

i was starting to see to the horizon, but in fuzzy, half-formed shapes. a young korean girl in a hospital mask came up to me and asked me for a date. she walked in a daze up the street. quick quick quick, then slowly falling to a pause. for a few seconds, my eyes cleared enough that i could make out her face, which was quite beautiful and sad. her english was pretty good, at least the words which weren't drowned out by the blood i saw on the inside of her mask. i asked her why she needed a date from some random guy on the street when she could be winning guys all over the place back at high school or whatever. the only thing which i could see in entire clarity that day -- perhaps the thing which stands out most clearly from the whole trip -- was how her eyes lit up as she pulled her entire mask off her face and told me that she wasn't allowed in school anymore. i could see that she had been beaten up, and was indeed still bleeding from her lip and nose.i wanted to find three hundred thousand won and give it to her just to stay inside for one night. immediately i fell despondent, as this was a malignant thought, one breeding disease. she laughed a little and said, you aren't a GI, you are with a happier face. i realized that my desire to help this girl was precisely her problem. everyone helped her with money, as time was very expensive for her. she was never going to be this young again. she wanted some time back to herself, and that would not come from a foreignor's won. i almost dropped to her feet when she smiled again through the blood around her mouth, then replaced her hospital mask before leaving up the street.

later in my hotel: a camera, a blind photographer, and no subject. i think it was the careless and yet absolute manner in which she placed the mask around her wounds, as though it were not a cover but an interface. i was frozen. precisely because i didn't know her. i could never know her yet could think of nothing else but her immediacy -- she could have founded a temple with that grace. and here i was unable to create even a simple monument of a gesture.



i decided to try some sightless drinking in public to see if i could at least find some conversation. one of the bars next to our love motel was supposedly "Canadian", so i went inside. they did have some presque-canadian whiskey and beer on tap, but i didn't recognize any of it. export only, it seems. regardless of the friendly labels on the beer, my tarsand spirits as well as two British girls who came into the bar soon after i did convinced me to go in the whiskey direction. worst. shit. ever. i only had two drinks, and since the girls weren't exactly masters of conversation except "so are all Canadian boys as funny as you?" and "We are sharing a hostel, want to bring down our rent a bit?" there was nothing but refusal on my mind. i was holding the hand of one of the girls who insisted that it be held, and so i thought: that's right girls. i'm in so much pain that i want to gouge out my retinas with a spoon and fling them down the street, and yet i'd love to go back to your boozy hostel for so much sex and crying. nice try, but that won't get my mind off things. and so it was a terse goodbye as i decided to get the hell out of there.

there's this thing about south korea where public drunkenness is not only completely accepted, but it's thoroughly encouraged if you are a guy. touching every wall and door to find my way back to my room allowed me to bump into five old men who were so thoroughly intoxicated that I had to them get back to their feet and moving in the proper direction. blind leading the blind. one guy even gave me what i later saw was 5,000 won to help him up the stairs to his place. thankfully he asked nothing else. another 45 minutes of walking on my fingers and i was home. it was 9 pm. i drank the last bottle of soju i had in my room in under three minutes and missed a good deal of the remainder of the pain behind my eyeballs.



i tend to like contacts to function as portals to the living world, not as coins allowing passage through the underworld.

some thoughts about the elections in Canada -- Korean dispatch

1> The conservatives believe in an "each to himself" type of economy, which means you pay for everything yourself. Ultimately, that increases the overall cost to the education, healthcare, and administrative infrastructures. To see the effects of such policies, just look south where people pay low low taxes, but receive no services except (abstract) military protection. This is especially true of health care and education where the rich continue to enjoy the benefits that we in canada all more or less share, and the poor and working poor get NOTHING and are in NO POSITION TO BETTER THEIR SITUATION.

2> Notice i said "each to HIMself" above, as many in the conservative party adhere to ideologies of masculine dominance over the public and domestic sphere. It's not simply about taking away a woman's right to abortion or proper health services specific to their needs. It's also about allowing equal rights in corporate and employment ethics, it's about having a progressive police and legal system, which currently still has a way to go to recognize some issues that women still face everyday.

3> The conservative party wants further economic and legal integration with the US. this would destroy the country at this point in time. America is on the verge of countering almost every civilized country on the planet, who are at this time working together to the greatest extent in human history. America has undermined every international treaty, disregarded international laws when they are against "american" interests, and opposed the formation of internation courts (largely because those courts would find many senior american officials guilty of serious criminal offences). The US is a sinking ship, and i hope they learn to fend for themselves in a positive way, but right now Canada should solidify relations (trade, legal, etc) with Europe, Latin America, and Asia to secure economic growth. America will begin to disregard its trade imbalance with more and more violent and depressive results as it's economy continues to slide over the next few years. If you don't know what that means, i'm sure Mr Andreas Link can be of service.

4> The conservatives seek a domestic social policy that is highly regressive, turning time backward against the positive human rights issues that have been worked out over the past few decades, such as worker rights, ethnic equality issues, homosexual equality, and intelligent (ie sane) drug policy. Many of their members have a fundamentalist christian ideological background that DOES NOT SERVE THE INTEREST OF CANADIANS, and is highly oppositional to a humane and civilized country. We must lead this country with rational and emotionally sensitive policies which look to material consequences on human terms, not abstract sense of "morality" which can in no way be seen as universal or transcendental.

5> Harper has repeatedly said that he wishes to give a lot more power to the provinces. That should be looked at from two sides. there are reasons to do this, such as regional economic issues (maritime vs prairie). At the same, the real reason that he is doing this is to allow Alberta to follow it's own economic and domestic policy, which is decidedly against what Canadians have repeatedly said they would like to see for the country. This is the first stage of what might be referred to as a big fight for Canadian oil reserves (Dick Cheney has already visited...)


6> Every time there is a Conservative scandal, it is one of monumental proportions, like making ethnic or gender slurs. There is also a high degree of monetary corruption in most conservative parties throughout history. I am not saying this to get the Liberals off the hook, as they took a lot of conservative policies and made them their own, including huge fiscal kickbacks. Every government has a scandal of some sort. The point is, is it relatively harmless to the citizenry, or is it one akin to the PC government in Ontario saying that it was balancing the books when in fact it was selling off assets. It's kind of like the difference between Bill Clinton lying that he got a blowjob from Monica Lewinsky, which was argued as a cause for impeachment, and George W. Bush lying to congress, the senate, and the entire world about information which has so far led to the murder of nearly 100,000 people. It's a matter of degree. Hey look, I just saw a Conservative MP get arrested for smuggling booze into the country! Hey, didn't another one just accuse a woman of doing useless work? How will justice be able to precipitate from people who think in such superstitious and backward ways?

7> The Liberals are indeed just cruising along, and for that they deserve at best a minority government yet again. I really would like to see them in coalition with the NDP, as such a government would benefit Canada quite well while allowing some progressive trends.

8> That being said, I think that the NDP and the Green Party would be a very viable opposition if they don't quite make it to power. The NDP have already proven that they can get work done while everyone else is just trying to topple the government. Stop wasting our time Conservative party. Those tactics you employed in delaying any action in parliament -- that's childish playground antics that do not have a place in a professional house of representation. Frankly, I hope you do get a minority government so that we can knock you on your ass with a non-confidence motion within a few weeks of gaining office.

Long story short, vote how you want. Just do a little research behind the scenes and don't just get excited by the fact that you think Conservatism means good economic policy. Frankly, if you look over their platforms, it's the NDP and the BLOC that have the most fiscally responsible plans. The Conservative plan is the most expensive. Odd isn't it...

United Airlines makes the skies unfriendly. Fuckers.

There's a certain kind of joy I feel when certain things fall into my lap. Like, for example, the way you fly on an airline and get a storyline for a horror film crop up into your head. Thanks United. You are great. The way you had nothing working on your flight, including the VCR (it's called DVD technology guys...) my reading lights, or the cooking elements (leaving my already fucked-up non-veg meal cold and lifeless) -- awesome. The way your boarding staff didn't actually check tickets before scanning them ("good luck getting out of tokyo," he said to me) thus leaving several of us with connecting flights at later airports stranded on the phone for hours -- peachy keen. The way you almost lost our luggage thanks to things like checking people into the wrong flights -- like a birthday orgasm.

At least your flight staff was courteous and did their best despite the tragedy of your incompetance. Funny how they ran the fuck away from the plane when we landed...

Please don't kill me on the way home, despite this little bit of bad press I am giving you, which is the following customer satisfaction report card:

some great albums of 2005

in no particular order...



The Books
Lost and Safe
Tomlab

Somewhere in the cacophony of electro-acoustic layers, voice samples, and electronic manipulation is nice intimate band playing softly on acoustic guitars and singing the most haunting melodies of the year.

MP3: The Books, "Smells Like Content"


Silver Mt. Zion
Horses in the Sky
Constellation

It look me a little while to really get into this record. Sure, it’s the same quality that the Montreal collective has been known for since the first Godspeed album. But then I really started to dig the last track, which takes the now-tired slow-crescendo-build which initially got the band famous, and it just keeps going and going. Give it a chance and this album soars.

MP3: Silver Mt. Zion, "God Bless Our Dead Marines"


Cursed
Two
Goodfellow Records

The hardest hitting album of the year comes from local aggressors Cursed, whose savage vitriol will either unite or crush the masses. Either way, lessons will be learned and next of kin will be notified.

MP3: Cursed, "Head of the Baptist"


Sufjan Stevens
Illinoise
Asthmatic Kitty

This little Christian has been growing on me. His audacious instrumental arrangements and lyrical charm are unmatched in pop music. Some of his songs are so sentimental and saccharine that you want to punch little Sufjan right in the junk, but somehow you end up tearfully singing along. Let’s keep this musical train rolling across the other 48 states...

MP3: Sufjan Stevens, "Come On! Feel the Illinoise"


Alva Noto / Ryuichi Sakamoto
Insen
Raster Norton

With the strength of Sakamoto’s output in 2005, the Japanese composer should be a household name. On this album, he again teams with German producer Carsten Nicolai to fantastic effect. You might assume that software synthesis and an analog piano were not meant to duet in such a contemplative and intimate manner. Before Insen, you would have been right.

MP3: Alva Noto + Ryuichi Sakamoto, "Berlin"


Double Leopards
Savage Summer Sun
Hospital

Some of us don’t really like to breathe when we listen to music. We accept the small pieces of air that are given to us by musicians much like a diver who has run out of oxygen before surfacing. We like to get through a piece of music and feel that we’ve been physically and emotionally changed by the process. In this case, two live tracks from the very noisy output of this Brooklyn quartet will forever alter the way you listen to the world outside and your own heartbeat.

MP3: Double Leopards, "Live On KDVS, Davis"


Animal Collective
Feels
FatCat

It’s the second year in a row that the Collective have made my top ten, and for the same reasons as last year. AC create the most life-affirming, sing-song-inclusive, and dynamic music on the indie scene today. This is psychedelia for everyone who has lost hope in the world; see Sunn O))).

MP3: Animal Collective, "Did You See the Words?"


Sunn O)))
Black One
Southern Lord

All hail the end of rational civilization. I think it was the assault and daemonic drone of “Orthodox Caveman” that made me believe in absolving myself of the bullshit, tyranny, and outright barbarism that lies at the heart of our collective project called civilization. This album made me see the end of days and smile.

MP3: Sunn O))), "Orthodox Caveman"


Fennesz/Sakamoto
Sala Santa Cecilia
Touch

This 19-minute EP throws the listener into a bliss of high-frequency drone. There’s so much going on that it’s tough to find orientation other than the simple pulses and loops that click and pulse beneath the aural landscape. With patience however, you’ll discover whole continents of microsound to explore.

MP3: Fennesz/Sakamoto, "Sala Santa Cecilia"

Best Track:

“Smells Like Content”
The Books
Lost and Safe
Tomlab

Apparently all you have to do to make a great song is take a lullaby melody, spoken lyrics, a simple elaboration of instrumentation from rhythm textures to arpeggiated guitar chords, and then end it all with the sample “expectation leads to disappointment. If you don’t expect something big huge and exciting, you usually, um, I don’t know. You just, yeah.” Brilliant.

Best track pt 2:


“Cold Wind”
Arcade Fire
Cold Wind 7"
Merge

This vinyl only release was created for the end of Six Feet Under, and while you can get it on that soundtrack you should slap yourself in the head for not picking up the seven. Haunting pop music for the masses that seems cool again, somehow.

MP3: Arcade Fire, "Cold Wind"

Worst song:

That Eminem song, I don’t know what it’s called but it has Triumph the Insult Comic Dog in the video. It borders on fetishizing little girls – “you make my slinky go boing boing boing.” Holy fucking nightmare. Janet Jackson’s nipple can’t go on tv and this can? Hurry up and get arrested so we don't have to endure this shit anymore.

Worst CDs:

Ashlee Simpson, The whatever’s fucking out now CD Just cuz it's out, that's enough to make me want to wreck something or someone.

Liz Phair, Somebody’s Miracle. She went from feminism to this??? Pow! Zoom! Straight to the Moon!

Backstreet Boys, Never Gone. We wanted you gone. You came back.

Kalan Porter, 219 Days. That’s how long time felt when I had to listen to one 4 minute song.

a gift from canada

hello mr Patrick Basham.

I am writing in response to your article in the Washington Times of December 2 entitled "Gift From Canada", found at the link above. I'm happy that you are paying attention to what may indeed be a critical election for Canada-US relations. For some reason, however, I'm having nostalgic flashbacks to the American elections last November when many "conservative" journalists asked Canadians to stop sticking our collective noses into US business.

I disagree. Say what you want. The more opinions available to the masses the merrier. However, I do believe that writers for large imprints such as the Washington Times should at least check some facts before indulging in such ludicrous opinions as demonstrated by your piece.

I like the section where you say that Harper will cut "the regulatory burden on Canada's business sector." Does that mean that we will get to enjoy the corporate standards employed by Enron, Exxon, and Haliburton? Sign me up.

You emphasize the Liberals too much in your article. Simple research (ie: Google) will tell you that there are five (5) official parties which are running candidates in this election. It's not quite as simple as Right versus Left, as exists with the American electoral system. By the way, I will agree with you that Liberal rhetoric is crudely "anti-American". I don't like the Liberals either, and they will not get my vote (neither will Harper's Conservatives). But please remember that like all other Canadians who slander Americans, they mean to vilify the American government and not American citizens. But hey, through their actions in Iraq and against the American population, the US government is vilifying itself. History will view Iraq as a war crime, no matter what you believe about democracy and terrorism.

My favourite part of your otherwise well written article (grammatically speaking, that is; your content was largely fecal matter) is the following: "Canadian taxpayers will continue footing the bill for an expensive welfare state epitomized by its archaic government-run health-care system. Social policy experimentation on issues such as drugs and homosexual rights will continue in an incremental but decidedly progressive direction."

To get the relatively less important part out of the way first, homosexual rights is not in any way "social experimentation". It's called freedom and equality. You might want to look into it, despite all your talk of supporting such beliefs. Was the civil rights movement in the US "social experimentation"? No, it's called not being a complete jerk to people.

Health care spending in this country is pegged at about $121 billion for 2003, which represents nearly 10% of our GDP. I won't deny that is expensive. Shouldn't the healthy lives of a citizenry be worth ten percent of what the country is worth? I mean, if i had $100 i would pay $10 to have access to medicare. By the way, America spends 14.6% of its GDP on medical care. While all that money is footed by taxpayers, many Americans lack the quality of care that EVERY SINGLE CANADIAN RECEIVES. Interestingly enough, the OECD found that while the USA spends nearly twice as much per person on health care, Canadians live on average two years longer. Now, I realize this last fact might have a lot to do with crime statistics and environmental protections, and might not reflect wholly on health policy.

You might hear about wait times in Canada, which many conservatives espouse as representative of an "ailing" health care system. Well, that's not during life-threatening situations, except when organ donations are required. The wait is for elective surgeries, like hip replacements and such. Health care needs to prioritize. It's more important to save a person's life than it is for one to get a new hip. Sorry, that's just the way it is. Conservatives in Canada complain because they can't access health care the way they can access the mall. They want service they can pay for, and because many of them are wealthy they think they "deserve" it. Tough. Despite some elements to the contrary, the wealthy do not represent the centre of human rights in Canada.

This whole ideology that you espouse which leaves everyone to their own devices in terms of fending for themselves when they are sick is an abject failure. You will not see the results of that failure if you concentrate your studies on affluent Americans who don't seem to have any problem buying into adequate health coverage. You will see it in the disenfranchised who do not have any coverage at all (the US Census for 2003 states this to be 15.2% of the total US population, or about 43.6 million Americans -- ten million more than the entire population of Canada!). You will see that failure in the low-to-mid of the middle class, who do not have coverage which equals the coverage every single Canadian is assured by our constitution. You see it in the record number of bankruptcies that are filed every year when families have to pay tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars for medical treatments out of their own pockets. This is not my brand of patriotism, an us-versus-you type of argument. These are facts, and most reasonable Americans have had enough of your kind of beliefs. They are sick of paying ridiculous prices for medicine. They are sick of getting turned away from hospitals which do not recognize their insurance. And most especially, they are sick of insurance companies who do everything they can to get out of paying for medical treatments.

It's time that people like you begin to realize that in this capacity, America represents a travesty. The USA has enough wealth that every citizen should have the best treatment in the world. Instead, you get a reality where a family must seriously consider the consequences of paying $200,000 for heart surgery and possibly face bankruptcy or allow a family member to die. That is unacceptable in the modern world.

Learn from every other country that has universal health care. Universal health care is more important to the development of the freedoms of individuals than any amount of televisions or cars they might have the opportunity to purchase. Those poor who don't have access to health care? Yeah, they don't really get to participate in consumerism either. Here's a tip for allowing a "welfare state": STOP BUYING EXPENSIVE MILITARY HARDWARE. Do you realize that a dozen stealth bombers and few naval vessels will pay for healthcare for the 43.6 million uninsured Americans? Cut the choppers, not your citizens. That action might also help your country with its war crime problem.

You want to know why universal health care works? Because it is a monopoly owned by the public. Every corporation would dream of such market share. Monopolies keep things cheap when everybody buys in bulk together. They are not corrupt in and of themselves. Corruption only occurs when entities are not held accountable to the public trust (Enron, for example). Along with price controls and a lack of middlemen, a publically held monopoly keeps our medicine cheaper than it is in the US while simultaneously allowing every single citizen access. Did you know that even the desolate poor in Canada have coverage? In an emergency, they can get picked up in an ambulance and receive proper medical treatment in the same hospital as a wealthy person. I think that's what civilization is for.

It's time for your country to join the modern world and get away from the archaic traditions of "fend for yourself or die". The right to freedom includes the right to life. A key component of life is health care.

By the way, I have a friend who can sell you Viagara from Canada at a cheaper rate than can be obtained in the US. By the look of your haircut, it looks like you need an upper or two.

mental real estate

It seems that companies are vying for memory space at an alarming rate these days. Advertising is beginning to cover nearly every surface imaginable. Storage space is going up at a massive rate. The exponential growth of information capacity is an interesting parallel to the process of restriction that is occurring in material resources. Commercial space -- public advertising, video, music, etc -- expands rapidly as data storage increases, control over these resources is inevitable.

One of the fun side effects of having more powerful tools to archive culture is the increasing amount of inter-relational analogy. The shear amount of data that is added to this cultural database causes anguish in the human mind that can only be relieved by organizing the variety of data that we are presented with into relational nodes.

People are tivoing whole months of televised entertainment and whole years of music, This capacity to encode the now will increase exponentially with storage capacity. And yet, already we are seeing increasing attempts to control digital media content. Media companies are starting to flex the muscle behind their monopolized positions and usurp rights that we have begun to take for granted. Things like being able to record television shows at our discretion. Right now, it is not very tough to record everything you want with a couple of VCRs lying around. The Outfoxed video was constructed in this manner, for example. When the majority of television channels are digital feeds however, digital rights management will be in full effect. We will be limited in our capacity to use what we have consumed with our analog broadcasts.

TV Carnage is a fun examination of what television consumption isn’t quite saying about itself. The DVD runs like a mixtape of television played against itself. What was once the meandering, random, and thoroughly banal sequence of channel flipping at all hours of the day becomes a rhapsody to the absurdity of the entire process of televised entertainment. It contains all your favourite stars such as Gary Coleman, Steven Segal, Alan Thicke, and Charlton Heston. Check it out here.

And now back to our regularly scheduled programming...

what goes in must come out

Hey kids, it's Buy Nothing Day! Happy Festivus for the Rest of Us.

So, why McDonald's in particular?

Principally, targetting an organization like McDonald's gets us to the heart of the problem with overconsumption. We in North America have quite literally grown fat from our own excess. High-energy yet nutrient-deficient diets, as perhaps best exemplified by the McDonalds nightmare, have tainted what should otherwise be regarded as the healthiest period humans have experienced in our existence. There is no logical or technological reason for modern humans to be malnourished. We create plenty of food for both human and animal consumption, and we certainly have the capacity to distribute that food to wherever it is needed. So what is keeping our nation underfed?

I should probably lay my cards on the table regarding what I consider to be 'underfed'. There's plenty to eat in North America, of course. Stores are full of packaged foods, restaurants are plentiful, and most people earn enough money that they can buy food when they need to. So why the health epidemic, with food-related illness at a high unmatched since the invention of refrigeration? Why are so many children morbidly obese? (This may indeed be far less of an issue in Canada than the USA, but trends here are similar.) Why do so many people who eat three or more meals a day malnourished, lacking nutrients in their bodies that are more widely available now than in any other time in human history?

Several studies have suggested that not only do we eat too much on an individual basis, but also that we waste a huge amount of food in the process. Dumpster divers have taken this little fact to heart, as freeganism has spread by means of ideological urgency and economic necessity. The existence of these groups among the urban poor and not-so-poor has shown that the recovery of food from society's wastefull habits is no simple rejection of social convention. Rooting through garbage containers of restaurants, supermarkets, and food production facilities to recover the tonnes and tonnes of edible food that is allowed to rot is an ideological stance against corporate agribusiness. The locus here is an economic one, in terms of how production is numerically evaluated. If, for example, I grow vegetables to feed people who have no food, the economy is in official terms stagnant. If a grocerystore throws away a truckful of food to make space for some more, the GNP/GDP goes up. In the latter case, the poor are still hungry.

The key for a good food supply is not increasing food production, but rather increasing (or more properly stated, maintaining) the quality of our food sources. It's really just a matter of having a proper infrastructure for food production and delivery. Sadly, that infrastructure has been taken over by corporate agribusiness, which does not gauge success by means of food quality or the health of their clientelle, but rather through crude profitability. Big business does not care about long-term health trends in individuals. BSE (mad cow) symptoms, for example, can take a decade to become manifest in a human. Do we really think that ten years after the fact, McDonals will ever be held accountable for helping spread a disease that can come from a variety of food sources? From the point of view of industrial food producers, if profits are impeded by more thorough food inspections, then those inspections do not occur.

Corporations focus on quarterly profits and stock-market accountability. That is their nature, and we should account for this behaviour when dealing with corporate involvement in matters of life and death (food production, health care, etc). They process food to be tasty (ie: tonnes of sugar and salt), long-lasting (full of cancer-producing preservatives), and cheap (unhealthy pesticide use, for example, to remove production costs).

The end result is food which is processed for maximum shelf-life and transportability and minimum nutritive value. If you don't believe me on this point, check the label of any package of processed vegetables. Canning can be a relatively harmless procedure, so long as vegetables are not cooked at the plant. Freezing, overcooking, and otherwise modifying the veggies is a sure way to lose any or all vitamins and minerals that they may contain. A normal serving of those same vegetables obtained fresh from a grocer maintains the food's nutritional value (assuming that you don't destroy those precious vitamins and anti-oxidants by overcooking your food -- ask Woody Harelson). Some manufacturers get around the fact that they are destroying their food by adding a vitamin or mineral to their product. Vitamin C is a great example, as it is very cheaply produced, can be inserted into most foods, and is absorbed by the body quite easily. Vitamin fortification can be an expensive process however, especially for some vitamins and minerals, and thus you do not see vitamins in every food product that you can buy.

To make a long story short, when you hear from various sources that you should eat 5-8 servings of vegetables per day, it is unlikely that frozen stir-fries, creamed corn, frozen dinners, and V8 vegetable drinks give you any of the actual vitamins that doctors are telling you to consume in order to be healthy, which is the whole goal of the exercise. Parents, you are not doing your kids a favour by including frozen peas or broccoli on their plates. Sadly, instead of opening the microwaving package, you have to actually spend the time it takes to cook fresh veggies, otherwise your kids are eating calories largely empty of nutritional value.

This is where McDonalds comes back into the picture. They basically launched the fast-food revolution that has engulfed North America. Their marketing and production techniques have made it possible to convince hundreds of millions of people that good food can be prepared in about a minute. That people live a 'quick' life these days is a topic that's too broad to properly examine here. It should be enough to state that the McDonalds process is not an evil one in the sense that they are trying to keep people malnourished. Rather, quick and crappy food is a natural adaptation to the manner in which we view production and consumption: addictive, cheap, now.

There are other aspects of McDonalds culture that should keep you the fuck away. There's the anti-union nature of the company, the exploitation of immigrant and poor labour sources, the massive amount of environmental damage that accompanies daily operations at their restaurants, the unsubtle manipulation of our youth to pursue products which are detrimental to their development, and the proliferation of animal cruelty through industrial meat production facilities. Also, by avoiding McDonalds you can join those two kids from out west who are boycotting the company to protest softwood lumber duties.

Buy Nothing Day does not suggest that you need nothing to live on a daily basis. That would be a very naive position. Rather, November 25th should serve as a reminder that we have ritualized certain forms of production to the detriment of others. By blindly accepting our system as 'the best', we are ignoring alternatives that are much more healthy and sustainable, and do not rely on cheap gimmickery to maintain themselves.

Let's Consume Less

What is the practise of art?

What is the practise of art? Does it serve a function other than beauty?

My conversations with thirty artists is a pleasant artificiality. From the hundreds of individuals involved in making art in Hamilton during the Inc’s thirty-year tenure in the city, thirty were selected to have their thoughts inscribed. Hamilton is a city which disallows mythology. Coinciding with the pragmatic nature of the subject material, this process was not an explicit one of inclusion and exclusion. Rather, selection fell the chance of availability. I felt that a systematic and archival approach would betray the true history of the Hamilton Artists Inc.

The art community in Hamilton is one which struggles against itself in many ways. Toronto’s shadow looms over the psyche of many local cultural producers. This proximity to the wealth and potential and mainstream cultural interests seems to doom the city’s art community to a degree of provincialism and hermetic insularity. Arguably, it is precisely this inferiority complex which gives the artists of the Hamilton region their strength of co-operative enterprise.

Hamilton has long been a labour town. The spirit of collective endeavour was fundamental to both the formation and the continued success of the Hamilton Artists’s Inc. Tapestries are woven by the determined execution of a simple idea. Likewise, a local institution precipitated by a co-operative of local artists. A frustrated and determined entity came out of their initial attempts to show their work in the mainstream channels, which seemed determined to ignore them. Democracy is always DIY, and in this spirit the Inc has long sought to hybridize the permanence of institutionalization with the flexibility of populism. Work precipitates from personality; to work otherwise is to fully bureaucratize an organization.

The Inc has long served as a resource centre for artists; allow one lesson to be learned from its thirty year history. Art is not a mythical or romantic process, but rather one of doubt subsumed into practical application.

Orphx CD Release

Hamilton has long been associated with the industrial processes that lie at the economic heart of the city. A simple drive along Burlington street at night will illuminate the aesthetic grounding for many local performers. The beat of industrial machinery and Hamilton’s newfound desire to be the world’s biggest drive-thru shopping mall are the twin complements to the aural life of Steeltown. Standing outside many buildings in the city’s north end provides a listener with natural soundtrack of pulses, scrapings, and sonic detritus. The fortuitously found and the callously disregarded becomes an interesting dynamic to the incessant beat of industry. Noise and rhythm coincide and support each other at the intersection of production.

MP3: Orphx - Insurgent Flows

Interestingly enough, most Hamilton residents who seek such aural pleasures in a more formal setting quickly learn to visit the Toronto music scene, as few local venues cater to the tastes of the beat aesthetes. It might be for this reason that local performers who have earned a degree of recognition in foreign lands have a harder time being acknowledged closer to home. As a consequence, many local producers seeking wider recognition have moved to cities which more fully support their music. This exodus has tended to leave techno on the fringes of the local music underground.

Orphx have enough experience with Hamilton that they can see the waxing and waning of the scene. “Ten years ago it was better,” muses Richard Oddie, the producer at the heart of Orphx. “There were a couple venues for good industrial and techno back then. Fifteen years ago there were great warehouse parties. Now there’s no techno in the area.” It was for this reason that Orphx followed the electronic scene as its centre of gravity shifted to continental Europe. Germany has had a particular connection to the band. In addition to performing at the recent Maschinenfest in that country last month, many of Orphx’s recordings have been with the German Hands Productions and Hymen labels.

“The scene’s more widespread there. It’s in a lot of cities, whereas in North America it only exists on a small scale in a few cities. And instead of the fetish people and things that you tend to get here, the European scene attracts a more diverse crowd.” That being said, Oddie has witnessed a substantial rise in interest for experimental music in the local scene. “I think there’s a lot of Mac students who are into this sort of thing but just assume there’s nothing for it in Hamilton. That’s really a part of the general disconnection that they feel for the downtown core. It’s time for Hamilton to get a regular night for experimental and electronic music. We could support a monthly event just with the people who are already out there. There’s plenty of people in the city who want to dance to good music but don’t want to travel to Toronto, and others who want to listen to good DJs. Let’s get DJs out to the growing Jamesville gallery scene.”

This Sunday, Orphx is celebrating the release of the new Hands CD Insurgent Flows with a rare local live performance. The CD implies Oddie’s continued fascination with the mechanics and consequences of social change. The album title signals both the pleasant excess of its kick-heavy industrial rhythms, and the layers of noise and samples which continually insist themselves onto the rhythmic soundfloor. Oddie has used a number of protest recordings as samples which provide a loosely cinematic undertone to the proceedings.

Asked to what extent his activist proclivities infiltrate his music, Oddie questions the authenticity of messages that any artist might wish to highlight in their music. “Whether political or not, you don’t want to force yourself down listener’s throats. ‘Where’s the globalization here, or where’s the ironic media quote?’ You want to be more subtle so you don’t stifle any other meanings in the work. Obviously, it’s hard to resist talking about things when something’s going on. But think of a band like Stereolab. Nice, sweet pop music. But look at the lyrics, which are pretty subversive. It’s not that they’re Marxist, but that they’re catchy. I think it’s important to try different strategies. It’s more challenging to be legitimately ambiguous.”

Elements of previous compositional strategies – such as the use of location recordings centred upon the Hamilton region, exemplified by 2001's The Living Tissue – further complicate the aural landscape that Orphx creates. Other inputs, such as the video work that has highlighted many an Orphx performance, serve as secondary complements to the audio. Oddie harkens back to the early phase of industrial music, when bands like Throbbing Gristle would show things such as autopsy videos during their live performances. “We see that stuff in Marilyn Manson videos now. We’re desensitized to it. You have to almost do the opposite of that kind of shock industrial. Let people determine what they want from your music themselves.” Oddie stresses that the video work that backgrounds the Orphx live show is not meant to distract listeners from the music. “I want to interest them more than the nodding of heads and the twiddling of knobs that we’re actually doing. It’s about patterns of light and is not really narrative or referential.”

Oddie is confident that the propulsive strength of this CD will renew the faith of both chin-strokers and dancefloor enthusiasts alike as to the viability of Hamilton’s electronic community. The Casbah will host Orphx on Sunday, October 30. In a live setting, Orphx performs as a duo incorporating the interplay of Oddie and his wife Christie Sealey with a host of modern and vintage sound equipment. That night will also feature a live performance by local producer Huren – whose dirty, noisy electronic sounds have similarly found a stable of fans worldwide – as well as a DJ set by Matt Didemus of Junior Boys.

Check out those Aviators!

Not to get too personal with this post (I'm trying to keep this website a little left of the ordinary journal experience) but my pops made the news. CBC interviewed him for twenty minutes about laboratory testing in the country, and this is the edited version of what he had to say lasting maybe fifteen seconds.

Check it out here (video is in the right corner of the webpage).

Please note that his name is actually Bryan Hewlett. And no, he is not a doctor.

Deerhoof - The Runners Four

Deerhoof
The Runners Four
[Kill Rock Stars, 2005]

What was once discordant, manic art-rock has now become... discordant, manic art-rock with a heavier beat. While not quite a complete break with their previous seven full-lengths, The Runners Four definitely has more of a rock and roll bite to it. Bass-heavy melodies, like that found in ‘Midnight Bicycle Mystery’, and single string smash riffs like “Rrrrrrright’ and ‘Scream Team’ signal Deerhoof’s usual tricks. On The Runners Four, however, the band’s typically angular nature is softened a bit. Gone are the weird noise poems of last year’s Milkman, replaced by the more straight-up drum-and-guitar rock anthems of ‘You Can See’, ‘Wrong Time Capsule’, and ‘Twin Killers’. Bassist/vocalist Satomi Matsuzaki keeps her melodic instincts on the cute side – ‘Spy on You’ is akin to the second grade singalongs ‘Dog on the Sidewalk’ and “Come See The Duck’ from previous releases. The Runners Four maintains the mysterious beauty of Deerhoof’s previous work, but with a longer tracklisting and more easily digested material, the album might signal their entry into the indie mainstream.

MP3: Deerhoof , "Twin Killers"

Black Dice - Broken Ear Record

Black Dice
Broken Ear Record
[DFA, 2005]

Sometimes the pristine order that emerges from an area of tumultuous chaos proves to be a pacifying experience. This is not to imply a sense of calm before the storm, but rather the calm that comes from overexposure to the storm’s most violent fury. Over the course of their last three full-lengths for DFA, Brooklyn’s Black Dice have emerged as masters of this zen-like craft. Noise-core spasms and power electronic washes fuse with the tribalism of rock and the audacity of improv. This music requires a degree of intelligent patience to sift through the morass of its hedonism, but the rewards are well worth the bacchanalian journey.

At its most basic, Broken Ear Record is about texture and punctuation. The dirty mechanical percussion of album opener ‘Snarley Yow’ invites the listener ever closer to the caustic high pitched loops and chirps that constitute its harmonic subject. Vocal samples in both ‘Smiling Off’ and ‘Street Dude’ are chopped and quantized to the point of a painful, ear-shredding melodicism. ‘Motorcycle’ ends the album with perhaps BD’s most accessible recorded track, as guitar loops and vocal yelps playfully dance over an industrial beat. With Broken Ear Record, Black Dice has provided a long overdue soundtrack to the blackout of August 2003, when the mechanical rattles of the city fell silent to the tunes of urban campfire songs.

MP3: Black Dice - Smile Off

Let`s fix this mess.. Chicoutimi style

Saarbrücken transit system, April 2003;
timed cross-platform interchange


Sent: Tuesday, October 11, 2005 7:26 PM
Subject: Let`s fix this mess.. Chicoutimi style (Nov11)


Yo guys,
I thought I'd call on you for your knowledge far and wide.

Alright, I'm trying to get a campaign together at the University for bus passes. There are a small number of students(over 3000) and a large number of parking spaces (1600). Not only that the transit system for the community at large is slim. They neeeeeed this deal, and it just so happens I snaked my way into the environmental commitee at the university and I will try to propose it as a staple campaign.

Ok, number one do you know any info about both campaigns in your schools (guelph and Mac, dunno about queens)?

Number two: did you have a referendum?

Number three: how much was the payment for one semester versus the payment for a bus pass for a month?

Number four: if you got any suggestions let me know.

cheers
aj

hi andy and friends,

i think the HSR got in touch with mcmaster and made the proposal -- they were very short on funds at the time, and were looking for a cash injection, which 15,000 students could easily supply. there was indeed a referendum at the school, but only after the bus pass program had been in place for a year. students who were paying for parking passes felt that it was unfair that they should pay for a bus pass they "wouldn't use", and so they organized a referendum. i imagine that you want to approach the issue from the other side, ie: have a referendum to get the program in place. as for the cost, i think it was $57 for an 8 month pass through the school, which at the time was the price of a monthly adult HSR pass. it's probably up around $70 or something now. i think the graduate student pass was closer to $90 ($101 now), as grad students get a 12 month bus pass instead of the undergrad 8.

the issue i'm wondering about is whether students will support the program if they know that chicoutimi bus service is bad, they will not support paying for the pass. if somehow you can convince the bus line to improve service along "student" routes, then the students might be convinced to back the plan.

i'm going to post this stuff on my web site, which maybe we can use as a forum for this project.

ps: the picture link above takes you to a McGill website to which you might want to extend this project. maybe you could see if they have any experience with the (admittedly different) situation in montréal.

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Random Telephone Conversation # 354b-98

QZH: "Afternoon, Hamilton Artists Inc. Quintin speaking."

Female caller: "Are you a towing company?"

QZH "No, we're an artist-run centre."

Female caller: "Can i get a tow?"

QZH: "No, but I might be able to show you what that looks like."

Female caller: "What?"

QZH: "Towing. One car, preferably a truck, pulling another one to someplace it wasn't located initially."

Female caller: "Do I have to pay to have that done?"

QZH: "You have to pay to have anything done, unless it's an emergency."

Female caller: "Aren't you guys CAA?"

QZH: "No. We are an artist-run centre, which isn't currently specializing in towing."

Female caller: "So you can't tow. Can you change tires?"

QZH: "Umm, we do a different kind of work."

Female caller: "Well, this number was given to me by the phone directory."

QZH: "Well, then it looks like you need a tow. Hold on a second, let me write some of this down."

Female caller: "Thank you."

QZH: "Where are you located?"

Female caller: "Flamborough."

QZH: "That is within our jurisdiction."

Female caller: "Can you get here soon?"

QZH: "No."

Female caller: "You can't hurry up? It's raining and we're pretty cold."

QZH: "Well, I'd have to bike to Flamborough, and that might take a half-hour or so. Maybe more, because it's raining and I'll probably also get a little cold. Maybe not though, as biking warms you up quite a bit."

Female caller: "Why can't you get here sooner?"

QZH: "Because I'm on a bike. Maybe a bus goes out there, I don't know."

Female caller: "I pay good money to you people every year! Why the fuck can't you help?"

QZH: "Hamilton Artists Inc has a limited mandate, even though we do service Flamborough and much of the area surrounding Hamilton."

Female caller: "What do you mean?"

QZH: "Well, I'd like to help. But I don't think our membership accords."

Female caller: "But we just paid you guys like a month ago."

QZH: "I don't think so. Did you pay the CAA? Maybe you should call them."

Female caller: "Well somebody cashed our cheque!"

QZH: "I wish it had been us, then I could get on my bike and help you out with towing your vehicle. From Flamborough. On my bike."

Female caller: "You should be able to help."

QZH: "With a bike?"

Female caller: "Are all your trucks on other calls?"

QZH: "No, Mme. We have no trucks of any sort. Well, none that I know of anyway."

Female caller: "What kind of a fucking towing company are you???"

QZH: "None."

Female caller: "So why can't you help?"

QZH: "Maybe I'll start again. Good afternoon. Hamilton Artists Inc, Quintin speaking."

Female caller: "Yeah, you said that already."

QZH: "Really? I forgot. It was so long ago now."

Female caller: "So you plan on just leaving us out here?"

QZH: "There's only so much one person at an artist-run centre can do."

Female caller: "Nothing, right? Nothing at all."

QZH: "Apparently not, no. Have you tried calling anybody else? CAA perhaps."

Female caller: "No. You're supposed to be able to help. That's why your number came up."

QZH: "It looks like we haven't been updated in the directory."

...

QZH: "Mme, have you tried calling somebody who actually tows trucks? The CAA perhaps."

Female caller: "You already said you don't have our membership."

QZH: "We don't, no. I can send you an application package if you give me your address though. We have an opening coming up in a few weeks."

Female caller: "No thanks. I'm not paying twice."

QZH: "..."

Female caller: "You should be ashamed for not helping. I'm going to get a lawyer."

QZH: "I'm not sure if he or she can tow your vehicle either. Try the CAA."

Female caller: "Thanks for nothing."

QZH: "You aren't the first to say that about our organization, you know."

Female caller: [hangs up]

peaceful resolution

Go Car Free, even for one Day

There has been a rising awareness of the impact that our transportation choices are having on ourselves and the world in which we live. Over the twentieth century, we got quite a bit of an addiction to the combustion engine. The speed, power, and comfort (read: laziness) which cars promote have allowed modern civilization to become almost hopelessly addicted to this little marvel of engineering. A lot has come as a result: increased productivity, a much higher degree of personal and collective mobility, long commutes to work which keep parents away from their kids, roadrage-inducing traffic jams, air pollution which kills thousands of Canadians every year, dwindling oil supplies which might be required for more important purposes (ie: food production; everything plastic in your life; electricity), and a vast increase in climate change caused by human activities.

With this in mind, we should celebrate September 22nd for what it really means. International Car Free Day was started in France in 1998, and like a stalled SUV going downhill has been growing in momentum ever since. It’s not a difficult concept to follow. Bus, ride, walk, blade – do whatever it takes to get around without resorting to the family car. If you work in an outlying or suburban area, organize a car pool for the day, which hopefully you can make permanent.

This week will see a wealth of car free activities in the city. Following in the popularity of Toronto’s "Open Your Streets" festivals, today should see a number of street parties throughout the city. Throughout in the week, numerous trips were held in which historians and local politicians led tours of the harbour, Webster’s Falls, and the city’s historic sites. If you missed it, join Ward One Councillor Brian McHattie on Sunday for a guided walking tour of Cootes Paradise, which is Hamilton’s best urban-rural area. There’s also the monthly Critical Mass, starting at Hess and George around 5:30. Check out Transportation for Liveable Communities for more details. More importantly, you could pretend that more and more of your days are International Car Free Day.

I know what you’re thinking: my job and my family are important and I can’t change my behaviour. It really isn’t as hard as it sounds. Bogota, a city of seven million people in Columbia, has been having yearly car free days in April, during which all private automobiles are outright banned. Families there haven’t suffered as a result. Alternately, the emphasis on the city’s bike and bus network has created a more liveable and sustainable community that is accessible to everyone.

More importantly, those freedoms that we have gotten used to are highly dependent on cheap oil, which is quite obviously no longer something we can enjoy. The price of gasoline will go exponentially higher – and this is from industry experts such as Matthew Simmons, CEO of the world’s biggest energy investor Simmons & Company, and Dick Cheney, current VP of the United States and ex-CEO of evil devil's reject Haliburton. When the price of oil jumps from $66 per barrel to $200, and then jumps to $500 a barrel, people will be forced to understand what their freedoms relied upon. It wasn't ideology or economic growth which gave us "freedom", but rather finite material resources which are currently being wasted by bad planning, greed, and human apathy.

In North America, we’ve gotten so dependent on cars that we feel driving to be one of the most important rights and freedoms that we have. George Bush has gone so far as to call this lifestyle "non-negotiable", and with the recent Doctrine of Joint Nuclear Operations (Google it, it’s fun!) which specifies a pre-emptive nuclear strategy for those who disagree with America’s strategy for oil domination, we might in fact learn what it means to be truly free. This right of driving is so important that any attempts to get bad drivers off the road by screening more strictly for those who don’t in fact have the propers skills to drive – perhaps with driving tests every five years -- are routinely laughed away. Again as a cyclist who routinely uses every major street in the city, I can tell you how many Hamiltonians are still under the mistaken impression that bikes do not belong on the road and riders should remain out of "their" way by using sidewalks. Time for traffic school guys. We just accept road deaths as the cost of modern civilization, and to some extent we are correct in that assumption. At the same time, luck-of-the-draw circumstance should not overule proper urban planning.

I myself do not drive, but I can understand the dependence that it fosters. When you’re young, it’s pretty fucking sweet to be able to suddenly go where you want, when you want to make the trip. I know what that feels like. I felt the same when I was twelve and got my first bike which had gears. Suddenly the whole city belonged to me. The dual feelings of speed and mobility are very addictive. Those luxuries – let’s not kid ourselves by calling these characteristics "freedoms" – I found very stimulating, and consequently I remain an avid cyclist to this day.

The thing about youth, especially around the age when you first start driving, is that your lifestyle and recreational habits tend to solidify. By your mid-twenties, you are probably acting as you will when you are in your forties and fifties in terms of habitual behaviour. For this reason alone it is important to show kids that there are indeed alternatives to automobile transit. I can’t stress enough the importance of letting children ride their bikes, scooters, and skateboards around. Please parents, stop driving to school to pick them up. Let them take public transit or find their own ways home. Nobody wants to steal your kids, you've been conned by fear.
It’s also important to let them develop their culture around these activities. The Art Gallery of Hamilton – while doing good work otherwise – should be ashamed that it’s renovation has alienated skateboarders who used the Irving Zucker plaza by fencing off half the area and enforcing "trespassing" laws when boarders do show up. These kids got exposed to the art that was visible from the outside and which might have given them ideas about their own expressive abilities. Fascist ideas about how spaces should be utilized remove a use of public space by a community, which is the whole meaning of a downtown core. Boarders aren’t the problem with the downtown core; Hamilton’s Aerotropical desire to be the longest highway stripmall in existence is what keeps the core from achieving its potential.

We’ve gotten used to accepting roads as belonging to cars; it is time for pedestrians and human-powered vehicles to take back the streets. Keep your car at home, get some exercise, and learn what a living community really and truly can feel like. It’s nice that at this point in time, we have the freedom to choose whether to drive or not. That luxury is rapidly going to disappear over the next decade and a half.