Archive for February, 2007

I (Heart) Amanda Marcotte

As a Canadian, I didn’t know who US Democratic candidate John Edwards was until he hired Amanda Marcotte, blogmaster of Pandagon to work for him. I was interested and surprised, since Amanda is an outspoken feminist and her writing is pretty edgy at times. As the story unfolded, I learned more about Edwards and his campaign, and was interested to see that he stood by her even when many people were calling for her resignation because of things that she had written in her personal blog.

Unfortunately, Amanda quit the Edwards campaign within weeks, after being attacked by a "volunteer army" of right-wing bloggers who continued to denigrate her and after being denounced by the Catholic League. In a story on Salon.com, she says:

"The right-wing noise machine’s favorite trick, possibly its only trick, is to select a target and start making a fuss, hoping that by creating the appearance of smoke, just enough people will be fooled into thinking there’s a fire."

Amanda’s writing is satirical, and shocking at times, which is what makes it so interesting. I can imagine how it can spur a passionate response. But her detractors are pathetic – instead of coming back at her with an equally clever and satirical response, she was personally attacked in a very sexist way. She says:

"One question that’s hard to avoid is how much of the venom had to do with the fact that McEwan and I were young women entering into a field (Internet communications) that’s viewed as almost monolithically masculine. From my vantage point, it appeared that sexism was one of the primary motivating energies behind the campaign. Even before Donohue stepped in, various right-wing bloggers were obsessed with my gender and sexuality. As I noted at the time of my resignation, the majority of the hate mail I was receiving was from men, and almost all the e-mails made note of my gender or suggested that I would be a more pleasant woman if I wasn’t so "angry." Bluntly put, I find it hard to believe that many men would end up being denounced on TV for using words like "fuck" or "cunt" on their blog and expect to receive piles of e-mail offering an opportunity to suck the sender’s dick."

I have been in a number of arguments lately about whether or not sexism exists – how can you say it doesn’t exist when things like this still happen?

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Bukowski vs. Houellebecq – Bukowski Wins

Charles Bukowski is one of my favorite poets, unexpectedly to some. There is a general consensus that in a contest between Charles Bukowski and Michel Houellebecq (author of Elementary Particles) Bukowski would definitely win in terms of who is more disgusting (Bukowski is famous for writing about his relationship with prostitutes and his life on the streets, whereas Houellebecq is famous for his blunt, mechanical description of crazy sex acts). Personally, I find Houellebecq more disturbing – where Bukowski is a spokesman for the free, unfettered life. Here is one of my favorites from him:   
starting fast
we each
at times
should
remember
the most
elevated
and
lucky
moment
of
our
lives.
for me
it
was
being
a
very young
man
and
sleeping
penniless
and
friendless
upon a
park
bench
in a
strange
city
which
doesn’t say
much
for all
those
many
decades
which
followed.

To me, this one is about what happens when you stop living on the edge and you start living too safely. A year or so ago when I read these lines, I was launched into a crisis, feeling the same about my last 10 years. But since I have resolved it by leaving a job, a terrible roommate and an ambivalent guy, starting my own business, making new friends and getting back into writing. Now my life is better since I went through that crisis.

My favourite kind of writer is someone who lives as true a life as possible (not pretending for themselves or others) and expresses the experience genuinely in a way that inspires, promotes compassion and self-forgiveness and creates connections. Bukowski, at the best of times, does this.  

The Lowest Calorie Hamburger Ever

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A friend at work showed me these cutest-hamburgers in the world – you can find them here – yes, they are real :) . And you can work them off on the treadmill in about 2 minutes. 

Still Winter – Anonymity


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Originally uploaded by ®oger.

It’s still really cold out in Toronto – I found this moody picture that depicts how it is when you are so bundled up and walking into the snowy darkness as an anonymous figure. The thick coat covers the form of this woman’s body with the dark and snow to further obstruct recognizability. I’ve been thinking a lot about dipping into the pool of anonymity and how people can pretty much restart their lives in a new form – erasing their past and becoming a new person in the eyes of others. Or – how people, many people I know, can live double or triple lives – showing different faces to everyone.

But… just like this morose scene does not last forever, neither does the cloak of anonymity. The season will change to summer. The winter duds will come off and the days will be longer. Who will she be? vibrant? thougthful? happy? shy? is she a dancer? is she an office worker? Who knows… but eventually the truth comes out – or she’d look rather conspicuous, wearing a thick winter coat and carrying an umbrella in the middle of summer. I believe it is the same with people who try to live double lives – they show their true selves… or their winter coats trying to hide who they really are stand out and look obvious.

Happy Singles Awareness Day!

Img_06501 My friend calls Valentines Day "Singles Awareness Day" – since those of us that are single feel like there are neon flashing arrows pointing at us, while everyone else is getting flowers delivered to them and eating romantic dinners. It is funny how the days that celebrate a specific thing (eg. romantic love between a couple) work to highlight those people that don’t have those things.

Take "Families without Fathers Awareness Day" for example. Growing up without a Dad (he died when I was 6) meant a bit of awkwardness when it came to those little crafts (such as puzzles and pencil holders) we made in Elementary Art class for Father’s Day. The teacher would quietly pull me aside and ask me what I wanted to do. Instead, I made my craft for my teenage brother, with cool results that I loved; while other kids decorated their crafts with lawnmowers and ties, I decorated mine with electric guitars and sports cars.

Another day that we celebrate is "Families Living in Separate Provinces to their Mums Awareness Day". Our family is spread thinly across the country, with two of us on each coast, me in the middle in Toronto and another up North. So -on Mother’s day, my Mum was feeling a bit upset because she saw other Mums she knew getting celebrated and going out to special brunches. From the relieved  burst of laughter that I heard when I explained the "Families Living in Separate Provinces…" she seemed happy that there was a different way to think about it.

So… today is "Singles Awareness Day" and I know it is nothing that is too serious. After all, the day is just an excuse for shops to change their displays and for Hallmark to sell more cards. Tonight I am going to a nice restaurant with a good friend and have bought her a great card. So – I guess I am supporting the Valentines Industry machine, but it is still giving me an excuse to spend more time with my friend so we can show how much we care about each other. So – on days like this I guess I can remember both what I don’t have, and what I have.

Dear Cat: I Understand, Macs Make Me Feel that Way Too

Here is a hilarious video about a cat and a Mac. I feel this way too when I am at my brother’s place trying to make the iTunes work – how confusing and frustrating!

Web 2.0 … The Machine is Us/ing Us

Lately I’ve found myself explaining Web 2.0 to a number of people outside and inside (believe it or not and dissapointingly) the industry. Look here to find the article on it by Tim O’Reilly, the guy who coined the term. You can also see below for a fun little video on the subject. To give you a quick clue, if you like my blog and my YouTube reference, you like Web 2.0 :) .

Great Advice on How to Be Creative

Zzzbambam34 Found this great list of advice from the Gaping Void Site. You can see 31 points of advice, some of the best quotes include:

  1. Ignore Everybody: GOOD IDEAS ALTER THE POWER BALANCE IN RELATIONSHIPS, THAT IS WHY GOOD IDEAS ARE ALWAYS INITIALLY RESISTED.
  2. Sing in Your Own Voice: Piccasso was a terrible colorist. Turner couldn’t paint human beings worth a damn. Saul Steinberg’s formal drafting skills were appalling. TS Eliot had a full-time day job. Henry Miller was a wildly uneven writer. Bob Dylan can’t sing or play guitar.
  3. Keep Your Day Job: THE SEX & CASH THEORY: "The creative person basically has two kinds of jobs: One is the sexy, creative kind. Second is the kind that pays the bills. Sometimes the task in hand covers both bases, but not often. This tense duality will always play center stage. It will never be transcended."
  4. Avoid the Watercooler Gang: In retrospect it was Ted’s example that taught me a very poignant lesson- back then I was still too young and naive to have learned it by that point- that your office could be awash with Clio’s and One Show awards, yet your career could still be down the sink-hole.
  5. The best way to get approval is not to need it: This is equally true in art and business. And love. And sex. And just about everything else worth having.
  6. Power is Never Given, Power is Taken: You don’t get the dream job because you walk into the editor’s office for the first time and go, "Hi, I would really love to be a sports writer one day, please."You get the job because you walk into the editor’s office and go, "Hi, I’m the best frickin’ sports writer on the planet." And somehow the editor can tell you aren’t lying, either.

Beauty and the Beast – He’s the Ugly One on the Right

Beauty_and_beast I was looking at my niece’s amazing coloring the other week, saying the genuine oohs and ahhs about her impressive work and remembering how much I used to love the subject matter she was coloring. Beauty and the Beast was always an inspirational story for me (so much so, that the story inspired my adult dating patterns… just kidding… kind of). I liked it because it was a story of compassion and non-conformity. The main female character, Belle, could see beyond the beast’s physical appearance, and love the inside of him.

Now I look at this story, and other similar ones (such as Cyrano de Bergerac) with more doubt. Why is it always the woman who has to see beyond the man’s ugliness, yet she is still pretty? Why is there never a story of a female "beast" attracting the gaze of a handsome man, who sees beyond her physical appearance and loves her from the inside? It is a message we never see – and it is another example of the double-standard between men and women. 

Actress Geena Davis, has started a movement called See Jane, which has a mandate to reduce the gender stereotyping in media made for children 11 and under. Geena says:

"By making it common for our youngest children to see everywhere a balance of active and complex male and female characters, girls and boys will grow up to empathize with and care more about each others’ stories."

You can see her making an interesting and funny speech about it at the National Conference for Media Reform: here (unfortunately the sound quality isn’t the greatest). In the speech, she outlines some key stats found in a report See Jane called Where the Girls Aren’t.

The methodology:

Where the Girls Aren’t is the first of several research briefs drawn from most in-depth content analysis of popular G-rated movies ever conducted. Led by Dr. Stacy L. Smith, researchers from the Annenberg School for Communication (ASC) at the University of Southern California (USC) studied the 101 top-grossing G-rated films released from 1990 through 2004. The research analyzed a total of 4,249 speaking characters in the movies, which included both animated and live-action films.

Key findings show that:

• In the 101 studied films, there are three male characters for every one female character.

Fewer than one out of three (28 percent) of the speaking characters both real and animated) are female.

Fewer than one in five (17 percent) of the characters in crowd scenes are female.

More than four out of five (83 percent) of the films’ narrators are male.

During the time period of the study (1990-2004), there was no gradual increase in female characters featured. Imagine the impression this leaves with young girls watching this? Davis has been speaking to different content producers regarding making changes (ie. moving towards a more 50/50 representation), and their reaction is surprise. They didn’t intentionally produce such imbalanced message, it just somehow happened. Thanks Geena, for making a difference in young girls lives :) . When we start seeing a male beauty and a female beast, even better.   

Individualism and the Impermeable Shell

This morning, after meditating, stretching and eating a healthy breakfast I was on my way for an early arrival at work when found that my car had been broken into. I tried putting my key in the lock, but it was tampered with – the vandals left a gaping hole where my lock used to be. I calmly checked:
- the ignition – no sign of further tampering
- my change for coffee – full amount accounted for
- my leather attache case from my sister- it was fine

Unsuccessful thieves – they must have called it a day before they had even finished the job. It surprised me since the car was in my underground garage, of my very secure building in a safe neighborhood in Toronto, one of the safest large cities in North America. I did nothing risky, I did everything right but I was still broken into.

I was at the VW garage and dealership for three hours watching images of poor Anna Nicole Smith, reading a business book and perusing the latest Jetta diesel models on display, then left several hundred dollars lighter and dutifully went to the office. And so it went. I went to work like a dutiful little lamb to begin paying the bill unfairly created by these unsuccessful thieves.

The Athenians used to believe that when they got sick, they were being punished by the Gods. That meant that they were hurt two-times – one for feeling regretful for what they had done, and two for actually being sick. I used to believe something similar – if I lived up enough to what I believed to be right, somehow I would be protected from the things that go wrong in life.

If I was
- smart enough
- loving enough
- hardworking enough
- disciplined enough
- compassionate enough
- healthy enough
- had enough of a sense of humor about things
…somehow I would build an impermeable shell around myself, protecting from painful and expensive happenings. These are my own versions of good but you can insert your own bullet points since this seems to be a common belief. But, how does that work? Who metes out the rewards and punishments? Since I don’t believe that cancer victims, people born in third-world countries and victim of crime "deserve it", there has to be some allowance for randomness.

So – if living up to your own values does not leave you impermeable and safe, what is the point to living up to them? It is the satisfaction of having lived up to them of course. Does that sound like too small a prize?