Sunday, May 28, 2006

Java Earthquake: Why does God hate the world?

Never mind the human-generated violence and environmental damage that threatens this planet. Those anthropogenic miseries are mere scratches on the skin of the world compared to the fury often unleashed by the earth itself. The 2004 Asian (Boxing Day) Tsunami. 230,000 dead. Katrina? In the thousands, but somehow know one really knows. Yesterday's earthquake in Indonesia. 5000 and rising. A complete inventory of death and destruction is a never-ending and depressing task

For those of us on the sidelines, we are again haunted by images of displaced survivors, many of whom have their hands and eyes raised skyward as if asking God "Why, why did you do this to us?". In the days to come, the media will give religious leaders an opportunity to answer this question. Explaining death from natural disaster is one of the trickiest things religion can be called upon to do. On the outer fringes, some groups have even blamed gays and lesbians for tragedies such as Katrina.

Anyone who tries to "make sense" of these things (i.e. spin things to make God look good) is not looking closely at the facts. If there is a God -- he/she/it is not a moral being. Or, if you insist that god is moral, then those morals can not be understood by mere humans. Do unto others as you would have others do unto you? Ha! Not this god. Rational self-interest? Not bloody likely. The Old Testament got things as right as any of them -- this is a wrathful god, a god of vengeance.

So why even bother to say any of this? If the Born Again Creationist types insist that only a Designer could have created sea shells, crystalline structures and complex life forms, then they had better admit that this god is every bit a Destroyer as well as a Designer. A more recent "Prophet" -- Khalil Gibran -- may have gotten us closer to the truth when he links life and death as entwined paths to God:

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

There is a poetry in Gibran's words that may appeal to some, but this is of little comfort to the millions who have died or lost loved ones as a result of natural catastrophes. The recent earthquake in Indonesia is yet another sign that moral codes are not handed down by God and the God that we find in the natural world does not provide us with any sort of moral role model. Morality is a human invention -- and it is something we must invent and re-invent on a daily basis. Here are a couple of places to start:

Friday, May 26, 2006

The Berlin Hauptbahnhof: leaving North America at the station

Now that the Hauptbahnhof -- Berlin's massive new central railway station -- has opened -- we North Americans should pause again to consider and lament the failings of our car and truck-based transportation infrastructure. After decades of enslavement to the automobile, it's time we used the tax system to favour more efficient bus and rail technologies to get more single occupant vehicles off the streets.

One place to start would be to actually run the few trains that we do have. I live one city block from a GO transit train station. Unfortunately, that service only runs on weekdays (excluding holidays) and only runs during morning and afternoon rush hour. Rapid transit can work, but only if it is frequent, clean and efficient and treats people with respect by not packing them in like sardines. York Region's new VIVA service comes close to this ideal, but some buses are still over-crowded and scheduling can be thrown off because of road congestion.

Anyhow, congratulations to the Germans for building a big shiny train station. I don't know if North America can solve its transporation issues, but here are a few armchair solutions to ease gridlock and reduce emmissions. Some of these ideas are crazy -- maybe crazy enough to actually work -- though many people won't like them:
  • Increase gasoline tax increases to deliberately push the pump price up to at least $5 a litre.
  • Introduce additional toll roads for all intercity routes.
  • Introduce tolls for driving into the downtown cores of major cities (as London did).
  • Use the above revenues to fund busways and support local rapid transit industries.
  • Discourage intercity truck traffic with high tolls and licence fees and encourage rail instead.
  • Encourage truck drivers to become bus drivers.
  • Require that all new and reconstructed roads have bike lanes.
  • Require that car makers design cars that take advantage of RFID and/or GPS technology so that cars are "aware" of the speed limit and can not exceed it.
  • Raise the driving age to 18 or 19. This will give young people more reason to use other mdoes of transportation and get more cars of the road.
Maybe you have some crazier ideas on this?

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Bird of the Week: the Cape May Warbler

We had a great morning birding Thickson's Woods on Sunday. Lotsa warblers. More importantly-- lotsa warblers at eye-level. I think we ended up with 16 species, including spectacular looks at Canada and Wilson's warblers. As we were leaving, we noticed someone had put out an orange to attract orioles -- and it was working all too well. In addition to a hungry oriole, this little Cape May Warbler was checking things out and did eventually start to chow down on the orange. Cape May's were first identified in Cape May, New Jersey (of all places!) in 1811 and have been in decline since the 1970's -- at least partly because of deforestation and spruce budworm spraying. This bird was a featured "Bird of the Month" at the Smithsonian in 1996, so I'm proud to name the Cape May as my current bird of the week! You can click on the pics for a larger view:




Monday, May 22, 2006

91 Top Blogging Tips: I blog therefore you...

If you are a regular reader of The PenOpticon, you already know this blog is well on its way to becoming one of the most widely read and highly respected blogs on the net. Don't be fooled by the lack of comments and trackbacks -- the kinds of readers who frequent this site are too prominently placed in society -- we're talking, senators, judges, prime ministers and at least one respected ornithologist. These people can't post comments with real names and emails and even posting anonymously would give 'em away. And yet, in spite of the long-winded diatribes, the lengthy delays between posts and the lack of a clear and obvious focus, these readers return to the PenOpticon day after day after day. Now, I can't prove these readers exist -- or that you do for that matter -- but if we can agree, for the moment at least, that you do exist, that still leaves one burning question: how did I get you here? That one is easy. First I studied the following 90 amazing tips for successful blogging. Then with rigourous discipline and care, I ignored each and every one of them. And that leaves only the 91st tip, which comes to you filtered through the blogosphere via Descartes and Offred:
I blog, therefore you are!
I hope you enjoy the previous 90 tips:

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Poll: The Daily Show Effect: Is Jon Stewart Destroying America?

The May issue of American Politics Research features a study of Jon Stewart and the Daily Show's impact on the politcal attitudes of 18-24 year-olds. These ever-so-clever researchers got college students to sit down and watch 8 minutes of Daily Show clips and 8 minutes of CBS evening news. They tried to select clips with similar content -- it was coverage leading up to the 2004 election. They rated the respondants on questions such as "I often don’t trust what news organizations are saying” (1 = strongly disagree, 2 = disagree, 3 = agree, 4 = strongly agree)." It's an interesting study and for now you can download the PDF here.

You can read on for my own weird take on this study, but if you care about this issue at all, I hope you will voice your opinion at PenOpticon.Com by answering the poll question: Is Jon Stewart destroying America and making you more cynical?

I would not fault -- and am not qualified to fault -- their method or their math, but I think the authors have their own agenda -- they fear honest critique of the current political system. They seem to expect all of us to have unassailable faith in the American "hard news" media and the current two-party system. Here are a few choice quotes from the East Carolina University study:
We contend that the result for young viewers is a more cynical perspective of the news media’s ability to fairly and accurately cover politics.
Yes exactly! When Stewart exposes the fact that TV media sometimes runs news segments that are paid for and produced by the U.S. government, or how one party can insinuate a phrase or talking point as fact so that it is replicated and reported by every network, then we do become a tad cynical.
Our findings suggest that exposure to The Daily Show’s brand of political humor influenced young Americans by lowering support for both presidential candidates and increasing cynicism.
Stewart is on record as saying he is not against Republicans or Democrats but that he is "against bullshit". He calls 'em the way they present themselves and does it in a way that "hard news" sources can't seem to do.
Stewart’s style of humor paints the complexities of politics as a function of the absurdity and incompetence of political elites, thus leading viewers to blame any lack of understanding not on themselves but on those who run the system. In presenting politics as the theater of the absurd, Stewart seemingly simplifies it.
On the contrary, Stewart often bemoans the simplicity and lack of nuanced argument that is put forth by the Administration.

Anyhow, for me the BIG question about satire in general -- and TV satire in particular -- is whether it creates snarky, politically passive individuals who feel as if they have done something by consuming satire. Maybe that will be subject for a future poll. In the meantime, I hope you will cast your vote in this fun little poll:
Is Jon Stewart destroying America and making you more cynical?

Friday, May 19, 2006

Ontario's Crude Oil Attitude

There is a fundamental difference between the north and south shores of Lake Erie: the Canadian side is dotted with oil and gas wells while the American side is not. In fact, all oil and gas development around Lake Erie -- with the exception of a few wells in Michigan -- is taking place on the Canadian side. There is, as always, a bit of history to this. Canada's oil industry began in the 1850's when asphalt beds were discovered along Lake Erie. Then, in 1857, while drilling for water in the same area, workers struck oil and North America's first oil well was born. It is no coincidence that Detroit and Windsor grew to become the heart of the North American auto industry -- just a stone's throw from the site of these first wells.

That’s all very interesting, you say, but why are you telling me this? Well, as a typical North American consumer, I profess to be concerned about the environment, but like millions of others I still fill up the car and turn up the heat as needed and I don't really think about where the gas comes from. But as we drove along Talbot Trail east of Leamington last weekend, we noticed dozens of oil wells on the bluffs that overlook Lake Erie. Somehow they looked out of place and wrong. When I stopped to take some pictures, I could smell the crude and was mesmerized by the incessant noise and power of these machines. How many wells are there? How much oil do these things produce? Are they safe?

According to an Ontario Ministry of Natural Resources report, there are 1,161 oil wells and 744 gas wells operating along the north Lake Erie shoreline. In addition, 478 gas wells operate offshore on Crown land under the lake itself. In total, these reserves provide just one to two percent of Ontario's oil and gas requirements. Geologists estimate that about half of the original deposits still remain in the ground. In addition to these active wells, there are some 20,000 plugged, suspended and abandoned wells scattered around the province.

Only in Canada?

The reason we don't find oil wells along the American Lake Erie shore is partly because of the Energy Policy Act of 2005. When the U.S. Congress passed the act last year, it was widely criticized for subsidizing large oil and coal concerns without devoting enough resources to alternative energy and conservation. With billions in new subsidies lining their corporate pockets, Texas-based oil execs had every reason to smile after the act was passed, but so did Great Lakes-area environmentalists: the act permanently protects the American Great Lakes from future oil and gas development.

Not surprisingly, American environmental groups are furious that Canada continues to extract oil and gas from Lake Erie. In particular, they worry about "directional drilling" -- land-based drilling that angles out into the lakebed. The Public Interest Research Group in Michigan cited 51 drilling-related leaks between 1990 and 1995. The group told the Detroit News that "Drilling has been neither safe nor risk-free" and argue that the relatively small amounts of oil and gas that can be recovered from Lake Erie is not worth the risk. One wonders why the Ontario and Canadian governments are willing to risk this shoreline for such a miniscule amount of oil and gas. The MNR map below shows oil, natural gas and natural gas storage pools in southern Ontario. Gas reserves are shown in red, oil in green. The blue areas near Sarnia are gas storage pools.

Although natural gas could be recovered from a large area in and around Lake Erie, these are not expected to be high-yield deposits. And, even though gas and oil prices are higher than ever, only about one hundred new wells are being commissioned each year. It is not a huge industry, but it is dispersed over a large and environmentally sensitive area that includes key wildlife and birding areas such as Point Pelee, Long Point and Rondeau Provincial Park. The risk to human health and the environment is not worth the return, but Ontario still encourages oil and gas companies to gamble with our land and fresh water. Groundwater contamination from Ontario's 20,000 decommissioned and abandoned wells is already a real possibility. If the province's remaining oil and gas deposits are developed, this risk can only increase and more Lake Erie shoreline habitat will be disrupted. Just ask Stanislav Patin, a prominent Russian scientist who specializes in marine environmental problems. Patin has written extensively on the problems associated with natural gas and oil extraction in marine environments and has documented the toxic effects of hydrogen sulfide (which can comprise up to 20% of natural gas) on marine life as well as air and soil. He further notes that large quantities of methane gas (30-300 cubic metres/ton) are released into the atmosphere when oil is extracted.

Little wonder that our American neighbors are fuming over Canada's smug environmental stance. Instead of passing packaging laws that would result in less landfill and more recycling, we send our garbage to Michigan in hundreds of diesel-burning trucks. Instead of doing what ever it takes to reduce gas and oil energy needs, we allow an inefficient and potentially hazardous oil and gas industry to puncture the province with new wells. And our governments continue to pay lip service to the environment while granting approval for new low-density developments and roads and providing subsidies to foreign auto-makers for building new factories.

The Hypocrisy of Hell’s Half Acre

The waste and hypocrisy of these outmoded energy policies was evident last week while I waited for a bus. There was a York Region Transit bus idling next to my stop. "Idling" is not the correct word -- this behemoth was roaring in neutral for at least 10 minutes while its billowing black exhaust made people gag. I banged on the folding doors and asked the driver if he would turn off the engine or at least stop revving it. His answer: "I can't turn it off or it won't start up again". Then he closed the folding doors and continued to sip his coffee. As angry as I was, it appears that this attitude is nothing new:

For many years Turner Valley had the dubious distinction of wasting vast amounts of natural gas. In the 1920s it was common practice to pass the gas through separators, then flare it off. Producers flared the by-product gas after producing the oil, greatly reducing the oil reservoir pressure thus reducing the amount of recoverable oil. With this practice the Turner Valley field realized only a portion of its oil potential. Many of these flares were in a small ravine known to locals as Hell’s Half-Acre. During the 1920s when exploration and production was booming, the roar of the flares could be heard more than 30 miles away in Calgary. In neighboring communities homes were built by this light, grass around the flares would stay green year round, local hunters would hunt by this light and migrating birds would winter in their warmth.

Other accounts of Turner Valley tell how unemployed workers from across Canada and the U.S. arrived in the area to look for work and ended up sleeping outdoors in the warmth of the flaring gas. While we flatter ourselves that we know better, we have simply taken the Turner Valley approach and applied it globally: billions of city lights burn 24x7, millions of engines idle in heavy traffic, propane-powered outdoor heaters blow heat into the sky, our ridiculous dalliance with gas-guzzling SUVs continues and we continue to buy truckloads of electronic gadgets and appliances that can never be completely turned off. It is a never-ending list.

Turner Valley itself is a better place today, but we have globalized the flaring gas attitude and it seems that we are too afraid of the Petrocracy to turn it off.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Is Washington Pollster, Frank Luntz Trolling for Stephen Harper's Business?

It seems that Frank Luntz, a well-known (and many would say infamous) American right-wing communication strategist has been chatting up Stephen Harper and his minority band of merry Conservatives. Luntz made a name for himself over the past dozen years by working with the GOP on "messaging" (a.k.a. LuntzSpeak). And, he is particularly well known for penning two memos that defined the language used in Bush’s Presidential campaign spin on global warming and Iraq.


For instance, in The Environment: a Cleaner, Safer, Healthier America, Luntz insists on the term "climate change" instead of "global warming" because it tested better in focus groups. The rest of the memo is brimful of Machiavellian wisdom designed to help Republicans thwart pesky climate experts: "The scientific debate is closing [against us] but not yet closed. There is still a window of opportunity to challenge science… you need to be even more active in recruiting experts who are sympathetic to your view, and much more active in making them part of your message."

In Communicating the Principles of Prevention & Protection in the War on Terror, Luntz tries to teach the GOP how to speak about the Iraq War in terms that will sit better with the electorate. Here you will find the famous "9/11 changed everything" mantra and other talking points that make up the Republican rhetorical arsenal.

But all of this is old news. Depressingly sad, but old news, nonetheless. Given Luntz’s track record, it was surprising to see how the Toronto Star Washington correspondent took the pollster at face value -- as an experienced and respected pollster who is "oft-quoted" and "in demand in other countries". The Star’s May 10 interview seems to imply that Luntz may have had a falling out with Washington and the GOP. For example, when questioned about similarities between Bush and Stephen Harper, Luntz quips: "The Canadian and U.S. leaders could not be more different... Stephen Harper is a genuine intellectual, brilliant in his understanding of issues... I think I'll leave it at that." He further notes that "The U.S. system is rife with corruption, or perceived to be rife with corruption, and Canadians have an absolute right to know what previous governments did with their hard-earned money."

Really! Now why would a right-wing communications wunderkind dis Bush and the GOP and praise Stephen Harper in the same breath? According to the Washington Post, it turns out that newly minted Republican Majority Leader John A. Boehner was waiting for a chance to reduce Luntz's billable hours to zero due to a longstanding feud that dates back to the waning days of Newt Gingrich in 1998. In other words, Luntz has been looking for a new group of political chumps who are willing to pay dearly for his dubious advice. By delivering a speech to Ottawa Conservatives and toadying up to Harper, Luntz is hoping that his unique services will soon become indispensable. It will be interesting – and scary – to see if Harper buys into the program and masters LuntzSpeak.

And, if any of this does come pass, you may want to revisit Luntz's interview on the Daily Show, during which he discusses the effective use of "fake" town hall meetings -- such as those arranged for Bush in the 2004 election. Who knows, perhaps Harper and Luntz will enjoy a same-spin relationship. After all, we have already seen how desperate Harper is to maintain control over his cabinet and the media on Parliament Hill. Perhaps a staged townhall – or cabinet meeting! – is just what he needs to spin his way to a majority. In any case, if the current Prime Minister decides to funnel thousands (millions?) in consulting fees to Luntz’s American company, it's unlikely to come back to haunt him like a Liberal Sponsorship scandal. And if the Canadian dollar continues to rise as predicted, LuntzSpeak will almost certainly be cheap.

But then, how could it be anything but cheap?

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Protesting Mr. President in Song

Pink and the Indigo Girls have written a letter to GWB in the form of a song -- click below if you have not heard it. It's an achingly beautiful country melody that is guaranteed to tug at the old heartstrings. It tries to burrow through the Big Rock Candy Mountain of political rhetoric to reach Mr. President as a fallible human -- a father and a man who has known a thing or two about drinking and cocaine. The song tells us W does not know what "hard work" means, however. As much as I like the music, the underlying message -- that Bush is personally responsible for every problem America faces today -- rings false. It panders to some unspoken nostalgic ideal that does not require anything from us -- except our moral indignation. We're just "good, honest, decent folks", right?

Of course Bush has it all wrong. It's the environment, stupid (not you Gentle Reader!) Air. Water. Soil. Food. All poisoned or stressed to the point where repair may not be possible. Fixing it will require "hard work" -- and energy. Bush's crime is that he has essentially bankrupted the U.S. by looking for energy in the wrong places. Our crime is that we have been willing co-conspirators. And that is the message that is missing from this Pink/Indigo Girls song.

Monday, May 08, 2006

Prime Minister? I have no Prime Minister

I woke up this morning feeling kind of rudderless. At first I thought it was just the usual Monday blahs and then it suddenly hit me. I have no Prime Minister. I have no federal leader. Now, I didn't vote for Stephen Harper, but I do respect the democratic process, and was therefore willing to give him a chance. I figured if he happened to be in line behind me at an Ottawa Tim Hortons, I'd cheerfully say "Good morning Mr. Prime Minister -- please go ahead of me." After all, there are plenty of problems in this country. Maybe if the PM gets a nice hot double-double and a few extra minutes before the next cabinet meeting, some of those problems will get a little smaller. Unlikely. But it could happen thinks I in the midst of a Monday funk.

But there have been too many signs that this PM is wrong for Canada. I don't even know if this PM drinks coffee. Lately he's been percolating his own blend of partisan venom. He's waving his robotic arms and droning on in that mopey monotone, pretending that he speaks for Canadians. (And someone is really mixing his metaphors tonight) O well. Here's a quick summary of recent reasons why this PM is no PM:

Item: Prime Minister Stephen Harper bans media from covering the repatriation of Canadian soldiers killed in Afghanistan. Yes, bereaved families should be protected from hounding media, but these arrivals still need to be recorded. The public has a right to know -- and to grieve -- along with the families. Canadians don't "cut and run" if the cause is just, but most Canadians were cut out of the decision to send troops into Afghanistan in the first place.

Item: Harper brings down a mean-spirited, politicized budget that rewards the wealthy (by lowering the GST), penalizes the poor (by raising the base income tax rate) and then sprinkles a few dollars here and there in a cynical bid to encourage stay-at-home parents (in a society that is structured to essentially require two-income families).

Item: Harper snubs Ontario's Premier by a) delaying a meeting with Premier McGuinty; b) refuses to be publicly photographed with McGuinty either before or after their short meeting; c) attends -- and speaks at -- a Conservative fundraising dinner for John Tory immediately afterward and declaring that candidate the "next Premier of Ontario". Real PMs don't do these things.

Item: Harper justifies his meddling in provincial politics by telling the Toronto Star that John Tory is "a very good friend of mine". What does that mean? Are the other provinces supposed to trust him even if he is not 'bestest friends' with their democratically elected premiers?

Item: He tries to further justify his snub of McGuinty by having the PMO produce pages of Liberal quotations denouncing Ontario's premier. Yes Mr. PM, we know. The previous liberal government was arrogant and corrupt and they self-destructed when they realized they were going to lose the election. Dredging that up does not make your actions more palatable. It only makes your high-school approach to government more apparent.

Mr. Harper, you are one low-down, opportunistic, smug, self-righteous, bad-faith, partisan scallywag. You are no longer my Prime Minister. In Colbertian terms "You are dead to me". If Jon Stewart could add anything to this, no doubt he would close with his patented: "Good day sir. I said good day." And I would only add "What he said".

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Freedom isn't Free: The PenOpticons go to Washington

I have visited Ottawa many times, toured Parliament, sat in the Governor General's "backyard", been transfixed by the National Gallery of Canada and cycled miles of bike paths, and gardens. It's an amazing place, but compared to Washington, D.C. my capital is little more than a beaver lodge nestled at the edge of the Ottawa River. A very expensive beaver lodge, mind you. But it's all relative. "Your tax dollars at work" has a very different meaning, depending on which side of the border you happen to be from.

We arrived in Washington in the midst of a nasty storm, a torrential rain that was matched by the stormy events of the day: the Duke lacrosse team rape allegations, Moussaoui's trial in Alexandria and sky-rocketing gas prices (which are now *gasp* almost as high as Canadian prices). We were in the U.S. capital when we learned that four Canadians had been killed by a roadside bomb in Afghanistan and that the Harper government had decided not to fly the Canadian flag at half-mast to honor the fallen -- or allow media to bear witness to the return of their bodies. All of these things swirled in our road-weary brains while we wandered around the National Mall.

In case you Americans don't know it yet, your president now has a "Mini Me" in the form of Canada's Prime Minister: a smug, self-righteous, introverted, media-shy conservative. Harper is doing everything he can to follow in W's footsteps. His newly announced budget will build more jails (in a country with falling crime rates), while granting regressive tax relief to the wealthiest Canadians and businesses. He has manipulated Parliament to avoid contact with media. And, as already mentioned, has forbidden media coverage of the repatriation of soldiers lost in battle (sound familiar?). Our Prime Minister does not look much like W, but he sure sounds like him. Given that Bush's popularity is plummeting, it will be interesting so see if Harper's mimicry results in a similar fate. We can hope.

But back in Washington... we are just two more foreign visitors walking around the White House, striding to the Washington Monument and then proceeding alongside the Reflecting Pool toward the Lincoln Memorial. It's all beautiful and huge and well... monumental. And when the rain finally ends, it's a gorgeous day -- there are white-throated sparrows and warblers singing in the trees around the White House. We are foreigners and yet it is all so familiar -- images embedded and deep memories inserted in the mind by a lifetime of TV and film. And books -- like Kim Stanley Robinson's Forty Signs of Rain. Familiar but still strange. The small anti-nuclear protest, the Scientology tent and the lone individual screaming incoherently at the White House (until he was quietly cornered by security personnel) felt like business as usual. When Denise looked through her binoculars back at the White House, she said the rooftop security sniper seemed to be looking right back at her.

And that's the point, I suppose. Supposedly we are foreigners, and yet when you consider the "fundamentals", we're not so different. Consider these two great souls that we lost last week:

John Kenneth Galbraith: A Canadian-born economist who lived and worked most of his life in the U.S. had considerable influence in shaping the discourse of American liberal politics after World War II. Even if you don't like his politics, ya gotta like his wit: The modern conservative is engaged in one of man's oldest exercises in moral philosophy; that is, the search for a superior moral justification for selfishness.

Jane Jacobs: An American-born urban thinker and activist who lived and worked much of her life in Canada. Jacob's book The Death and Life of Great American Cities got people thinking about sprawl, urban renewal and the disastrous effects of slicing up cities with expressways. She is credited with stopping both New York's Lower Manhattan Expressway and helping to prevent Toronto's Spadina Expressway from being built. Her dream of a creative, organic city was a powerful vision, though sadly, one that has seldom been realized. She tells us: There is a quality even meaner than outright ugliness or disorder, and this meaner quality is the dishonest mask of pretended order, achieved by ignoring or suppressing the real order that is struggling to exist and to be served. Unfortunately, we are surrounded by "pretended order" -- we are corralled and controlled by 6-lane arterial roads, big box stores and factory outlets.

But there it is. Two great minds lost. Jacobs, an American who lived and loved in Canada and Galbraith, a Canadian who loved and lived in America, both dreaming of a different kind of justice and an order that flowed upward from individual choice and responsibility -- not downward from greed and intangible "market forces". Eyes can meet unexpectedly in binoculars, traversing hundreds of yards at the speed of light and ideas can travel almost as fast between our countries.

But we were not thinking of any of this in Washington when we were still climbing the steps of the Lincoln Memorial and meditating on that President's words. We spent another hour or so wandering around the Korean and Vietnam memorials. These are truly moving places, where families still quietly scan for the names of lost loved ones. A few veterans stand by and politely help out when asked. It's a place of wistful smiles and quiet tears, and for outsiders like us, who never had to come to terms with any of it, the raw emotion of the place still echoes over the names engraved on the Wall.

These are places of healing for bereaved families and surviving veterans and care has been taken to build them well. But it took a long time for them to be built -- a long time to jog the official public memory. The Vietnam memorial opened in Washington in 1982, a mere 7 years after that war ended in 1975. It took considerably longer for Washington to memorialize World War II in 2004 -- almost 60 years after D-Day. Perhaps nothing can or should be made of these facts. Or perhaps the need to honor the dead of a war clouded by political spin and national guilt is greater than the need to honor the fallen of a "just" war. If that is the case, then let us hope they have already mapped out a place for the Iraq War Memorial. It needs to be built now.

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Nine Days in America

Denise and I just returned from a nine day work/vacation road trip through the north eastern states -- mostly D.C., Virginia and North Carolina. Apart from doing our part to help deplete the world's supply of oil (we burned up 3,000 KM worth), our plan was to make a kind of pilgrimage to Washington, explore the Great Dismal Swamp and visit some of the wildlife refuge areas in the N.C. Outer Banks.

Despite its name, the Great Dismal Swamp is a spectacular place to visit, both for its strange and sad history and its rebirth as a "managed" natural habitat. The Swamp's place in American capital-H-History was cemented in 1763 when George Washington formed a company to purchase the area for logging. The founding father surveyed the Dismal Swamp and employed his own slaves to dig a series of 4 1/2-mile ditches. These waterways were used to drain the wetland and provide canal transport for the logging operation. Washington evenutally sold his share, but logging continued into the 1970's until the Union Camp Company donated the land to the Nature Conservancy.

The old-growth forest is long gone, but there is still a lot of life in the old Swamp. During our two days in the area we tallied over 50 bird species, including numerous Prothonotary and Hooded warblers. We came across several deer and a large bobcat that was slouching across the trail a few hundred yards in front of us. Even in the afternoon heat, the air was ringing with the birdsong of spring migrants and nesting species.

While walking along the Washington Ditch, I kept thinking about our time in D.C. from the previous day. We spent hours trapsing around the National Mall, gawking at monuments and statues. Take the 555-foot Washington Monument, for instance. For a man who started out chopping down cherry trees, and who then moved on to begin the wholesale deforestation of a thriving wetland, it seems entirely fitting that his monument rises like an upraised middle finger from a treeless field of well-worn sod. Does that sound a little bitter? I shouldn't be too hard on that George. After all, for him the American Dream was a vivid waking dream. He couldn't turn away from his destiny and any of us might have done exactly the same thing. I'm sure George wasn't flipping the bird, but I think someone was. Or perhaps Robert Mills, the Monument's designer, has unwittingly built the world's tallest Viagra ad. A terrible way to end this, but there it is. I have more respectful things to say about Washington and the National Mall in the days to come.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Coopers Hawk at York U

I took a walk around a woodlot at York U today and tried out a borrowed Minolta Dimage camera. I was hoping for a good shot of a Cardinal since they have been singing up a storm around the university. Instead I stumbled upon a Coopers Hawk that was glaring at me with a big red eye from a tree branch. We stared at each other for a few minutes until he hopped down onto a log and did a little line dance.

We see plenty of Turkey Vultures arcing above the Ross Building. Hadn't seen a Coopers at York before, though. Beautiful plummage!

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Opticons and HOV dummies

Tired of stop and go traffic and all those red lights? You could do what Jason Niccum did. The Longmont, Colorado resident purchased an "Opticon*" from eBay for $100 (US) in order speed up his commute. The device emits the same kind of infra-red pulses that fire trucks and rescue vehicles use to make stop lights change during emergencies. Niccum was busted recently for interfering with traffic lights, but, after using the Opticon for 2 years, he may have gotten his money out of it -- even with the $50 fine. His excuse, as reported by the police: "I'm always running late". Aren't we all, Jason?

If you are still in a hurry, you could try propping up a HOV dummy in the front seat, although that approach didn't work out well for Susan Aeschliman-Hill last month on Interstate 405 in Seattle. When she and her mannequin friend barged into the HOV lane by swerving in front of a school bus, they caused a multi-vehicle accident that injured 12 people. Yikes.

Perhaps Jason and Susan should think about car-pooling. Who knows? It could be a match made in heaven. And if it doesn't work out, they can always opt for 'his and hers' flying scooters. Even that sounds safer than driving with a dummy in the front seat. Me? I'm still getting around on my trusty VIVA bus (my million dollar limo) and bicycles (when the legs feel up to it).


The PenOpticon Limo!

* N.B. This PenOpticon has nothing to do with the "Opticon" that Jason Niccum was using.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Organized Crime and the Midnight Tow Truck

This week's Toronto-area crime news has been dominated by front page pictures of eight murdered Bandidos motorcycle gang members and related stories of gang activities within the GTA. It turns out that the Bandidos and other gangs have been using tow trucks to haul drugs around the city. In fact, the Toronto Star reported that on the night of the Shedden massacre, police tailed a tow truck along highway 401, but were unaware that the car in tow was weighed down with 200 KG of cocaine. The three men in the truck were gunned down after entering a farmhouse owned by Bandido member, Wayne Kellestine.

The tow-truck connection made me re-think an old children's story called Matthew and the Midnight Tow Truck. After losing a favourite toy car, young Matthew goes to bed and dreams he sees the flashing lights of a tow truck outside his bedroom window. When the Midnight Tow Truck Driver calls up for help, Matthew sneaks out of the house and the two of them cruise through the night, hauling vehicles to a special car wash facility that shrinks them down to pocket size. The drivers seem to eat nothing but "red licorice" and they even give some to Matthew for helping out. When he wakes up, he finds his favorite toy truck in his shirt pocket and insists that his mother buy lots of red licorice. He tells here to leave some on the windshield of her car so that it will never be towed away. It was a fun story and both of our kids enjoyed it 14+ years ago, but shrinking cars and red licorice pay offs? Were the Bandidos already involved in the murky underworld of children's literature? Such meta-narratives! It's all too much for my small brain!

Time to legalize red licorice?
Now I personally am not big on the stuff, but I do believe it may be time to legalize "red licorice" so that society is no longer held hostage by these midnight tow trucks. Imagine if you could walk into any LCBO -- Licorice Control Board of Ontario -- outlet to purchase enough for your own use? It just might take a little business away from the Bandidos and tow truck drivers of the world. Perhaps this was the unspoken message that Michel Auger, a Montreal crime reporter, had for CBC's The Current last Wednesday. Auger, who took six bullets in the back from a Quebec-based motorcycle gang in 2000, spoke of the futility of expensive police stings and undercover operations. He told The Current's Gary Simmons:
"It's too easy for the criminals to profit from the millions they are making with drug trafficking and if there is trafficking it's because there are customers. So it's the citizens who are complaining about the violence and activities of organized crime, but they are buying the cocaine and hashish and marijuana... so there is no way to succeed against organized crime because society is the customer. They are supplying what society needs."
Hmm. What society needs? It's hard to say. In developed societies, where the basic needs of most are easily met, many people struggle with individual wants and desires. But perhaps collectively, we really can't function unless a certain percentage of the population has regular access to psychoactive drugs. Maybe those who sing the Ramones signature song: "I Wanna Be Sedated" really need to be sedated. If that is the case, better they should buy their stuff from a surly civil servant than a burly guy on a Harley. If nothing else, at least recreational drug tax revenues could be used to fund drug rehab programs -- just as a percentage of state gambling revenues are funneled into gambling addiction programs.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Guitar Gods

A friend sent this and I had to blog it because I love this piece of music and this kid is an awsome player. And to think I had the nerve to post a few of my own MP3s (though I posted them on April Fools!) Click and enjoy:

Sunday, April 09, 2006

And still the birds fly...

In spite of global warming, the war in Iraq, multiple murders and assorted mayhem, da boids are doing that crazy migration thing that they do. The Redwing black birds have been back for a while. We've seen a few Great Blue Herons and some have seen Egrets. Today we took a walk at Thickson Woods in Whitby, and found returning Phoebes, Golden Crown Kinglets and Winter Wrens. The woods were waking up with Northern Flickers, Sapsuckers and Downy woodpeckers hammering away. A Great Horned Owl -- a regular at Thickson's -- dosed high up in the canopy (I included a pic of two babies from a few years ago). It was a pretty good show, a warm up act for the return of the warblers in May.

Last weekend, we headed out to Grimsby for a taste of the spring Hawk Watch and watched waves of TurkeyVultures and sporadic flights of Coopers, Rough-legged, Sharp shin and Red shoulder hawks rise up over the Niagara Escarpment. I have neither the time, the eyesight or the skill to do a full-day observing and counting the return of these creatures, but those who do are a rare breed and are to be respected. I should have taken a picture of the large crowd of people out for a day of hawk watching, but all I got was this pic of the town of Grimsby and Lake Ontario.

NB. If Grimsby does not have a sports team called the "Reapers", they really ought to.

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Midnight justice, or whatever you want to call it.

"Midnight justice, or whatever you want to call it" is how one resident described today's discovery of eight bodies in a farm field near Shedden, a tiny community in south-western Ontario. Was it a psychopathic mass murder or just another example of what sometimes passes for justice under a dark rural sky? Either way, this tragedy will provide further ammunition to Canadian and American politicians who want to tighten borders, build more jails, and generally spread fear, uncertainty and doubt among the citizenry.


But what if crime rates are actually falling? What if there is a disconnect between what is really happening in our neighbourhoods and what is reported? Such a disconnect was evident in the Toronto Star's reportage of this event. The Star included background on several other "grisly" Canadian mass murders and duly noted that "the scale of the [the Shedden murders] is unprecedented in modern Ontario history." No doubt the "if it bleeds, it leads" approach to journalism sold a few papers today.

But, what the Star failed to note as part of this story is the fact that crime rates in Canada have been falling steadily since 1991. And, despite a growing population, Ontario, Canada's largest province, still has the lowest crime rate in the entire country.


I don't know why those eight people in Shedden died, but the circumstances in which they were found sound like the drug-deal-gone-bad scene in Cormac McCarthy's No Country for Old Men. It's a depressing episode that may have more to do with our Draconian drugs laws -- laws which have served to foster a thriving underworld economy -- than a societal meltdown.

After all, when you look at crime rates in America, you see a similar trend. All forms of crime have been falling for several decades -- all except drug-related crime. The U.S. answer to the drug problem -- the infamous War on Drugs -- has resulted in a record number of black and Hispanic men being thrown in jail.

The ugly, dirty little secret (which is really not a secret at all) is that all crime committed for the purpose of turning a profit requires both producers and consumers. The Christian right, and various conservative movements prefer to target the producers of crime while ignoring the fact that it is primarily mainstream (dare I say white?) Americans and Canadians who consume it. We see evidence of this consumption every time a celebrity is "busted" for drug use or a politician is ousted for corruption or a TV evangelist is revealed to have a predilection for young prostitutes. When things go wrong for "mainstream" consumers of drugs, illegal gambling and prostitution, they are often embarrassed (while the rest of us are sometimes entertained). When things go wrong for the marginal, unacknowledged producers of illegal goods and services, it can often lead to something more tragic -- like eight dead bodies slumped in a farm field.

* Graphs from Statistics Canada 2004 Crime Statistics Bulletin

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Help make a difference and Save the SUVs

We had a lively conversation at work today about cars and SUVs. Several of my co-workers have bought gas-guzzling cars and SUVs in recent years and now they gripe about the high cost of driving, parking and repairs. Let's not even talk about the post-petroleum stone age. It made me think of one of those Save the Children ads -- but for SUV owners. So, here's the PenOpticon Save the SUV Public Service Announcement.

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Focus (Folk Us) on April Fools

In the few weeks that I have been blogging, I've been happy and bitter, optimistic and critical -- and often a bit of a pompous ass! And, as I expected, I have not been able to focus on any one subject. I wanted to play a good April Fools trick on you -- my non-existent readers -- but as my satirical muse, Jon Stewart would say: I got nuthin! So instead, I'll leave you with a few home-made MP3s and two pictures of Midnight (who went to the big pond / cheese factory / squirrel-chasing country in the sky last year).


Here's old man Midnight looking at you kid!

Midnight could always make us laugh, no matter how surreal things got. He put up with us for 15 years and we walked hundreds of miles together all over southern Ontario. This was taken years earlier at the southern edge of the Oak Ridges Moraine near Richmond Hill, Ontario. Sadly, this valley has now been cut in half by a 4 lane bridge, the paths have been eroded by ATVs and thousands of new houses are crowding in where the trees used to be.




...and a few MP3s




Friday, March 31, 2006

41 Hours in the Gaping Maw of WalMart

Woe is us. A few weeks ago Skyler Bartels had an idea. The Des Moins, Iowa college student decided he would inspire himself as a writer by spending a week in the bowels of a 24x7 Wal-Mart. Fitted out with only with a debit card and a toothbrush, Bartels was consumed by Wal-Mart for a mere 41 hours before he was spit back out for a second chance at life. This story is remarkable precisely because it is not a story at all, though it has been replicated in hundreds of news outlets around the globe. Even Bartels remarked that he thought the exercise was a failure until he spoke to the Des Moines Register. And then the networks began to call. As did National Public Radio. And a book agent. And a film company.

So was the Wal-Mart experiment a success? Can Bartels take his rightful place within the celebrity pantheon because during March Break he spent 41 hours in a store, watched Chicken Run and took a nap in the garden center? Or was it a failure because it was inane, pointless and boring? Or will it be considered a success if it engenders a book or a movie or an interview with Oprah?

If Bartels' stunt can be compared to placing a canary in a coal mine, it appears that he survived this 41-hour ordeal quite nicely. However, the fact that such an an experiment was even attempted is proof that something vital in us has failed and may already be dying. Or dead.

So woe is us. And woe is U.S.