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Insight

Truth

Yesterday, my daughter said something to be that was very interesting; it was at the end of a conversation about the words stupid and ugly. I know that kids are smarter than we think, but Little J never ceases to surprise me with her insight…

Little J: Daddy?
Big J: Yes, sweetheart?
Little J: Ugly is a stupid word.
Big J: That’s very true.
Little J: Uh-huh.
Big J: And you know something else?
Little J: What, Daddy?
Big J: Stupid is an ugly word.
Little J: Yes. It is. I don’t like those words.

On Being In a Good Place

Counting Blessings

They say that you never know what you had until it’s gone.

I say that sometimes the best times to appreciate the good things are when things are going well; your appreciation of things is untainted by any temporary misery, and it’s just – i dunno – healty?

On top of having a wonderful family and some great friends, other things seem to be picking up as well! Figtography, while not world-famous, seems to be getting decent traffic. Now that I have a digital camera and a fantastic blog theme that displays my EXIF data, posting photos is a breeze! I have to say that I’m very happy with the site, and the only thing that really needs to be improved is perhaps the volume of photos contained within!

Another fantastic thing that’s going on right now is my tenure as Editor-in-Chief of Toronto Thumbs. When Shaun left the site to go to The Electric Playground, I was completely certain that I was going to destroy the site; I am not anywhere nearly as savvy as Shaun is when it comes to web design, and I’m certainly not a better writer. As the year has progressed, though, so has my writing skill and editing (in my opinion, anyway); numbers are slowly climbing, and we even gained a link from one of the gods of gaming, Jordan Mechner! With more fans every week, and respect from the people we cover, Toronto Thumbs is definitely something to be proud of.

There are a lot of things going on right now (besides the three big items listed above); the upshot is that with all of these activities, time for maintaining this blog has to be cut short. I don’t think that’s a bad thing, though. Writing for the sake of writing always seems to produce crap; I would rather put a lot of thought and take some time to write something than just write because I think I have to.

Shout outs to everyone who believes in me!


If a Tree Falls In the Forest…

My Kid Would Probably Hear It First

Have you ever looked at your child, and felt a twinge of jealousy?

I look down at little J and marvel at all of the opportunities that she has that I never did. This is in no way me tooting my own horn, either; really it’s about how much more is available to her in general due to the way we have grown as a society; my first camping experience, for instance, was when I was 14; I first tried sushi when I was 20. Our kids have a great deal accessibility to everything, much more than we ever did.

This isn’t always a good thing, though; more access means more ways to pass off the responsibility of being a good parent.

This is something that Mrs. J and I try to avoid. Certainly, we let the squirt watch a little TV from time to time; allowing some face-to-face time with Sid the Science Kid while we get dinner ready, for instance, is a good way to occupy her until she is ready to help out (which she actually does sometimes).

A recent camping trip really made me feel happy with how she is growing up. Other than her skittishness about certain insects (flies: freakout; arthropods:cool!), she is fearless, and endlessly curious about everything.

We took her on some relatively large hikes (for her). The first trail was essentially flat, but we taught her how to pick a trail without really disturbing the wilderness; the rule is: as long as she’s within view, and not destroying any foliage or tromping on wildlife, she’s good. She got the hang of this pretty quickly, and demonstrated this on our second hike that was mildly challenging in some places.

I can’t wait until next year!


That Was the Week That Was

G20

I posted something a little while ago that addressed my thoughts on the event; specifically, the poor choice of venue (downtown Toronto) and the amount of money (more than I will make in a lifetime).

During the event (and frankly, after), I expressed my shame at being a Canadian; this opinion was met with a lot of resistance, disbelief, and some commendable positivity. I haven’t really written anything further about it because I wanted it to settle in my mind; I wanted to learn more about what happened on all sides of this disaster, so that I could better express myself in a way that could be easily understood.

I will break down this discussion into sections, partially for my own benefit, but also so that one may follow what I have to say that much more easily…



The Protesters

It takes a lot of guts to express your opinion while armed and armoured enforcers are standing by, watching you. Of course, I’m referring to those people who were actually there to convey an actual message. Unfortunately, the messages were hard to see on all forms of media because the focus tended to be on those who were causing a disturbance.

The anarchist groups take so much away from the legitimate protesters because of their behaviour. I’m sure that most of them are intelligent people, but, one has to wonder; rampaging up and down city streets causing a swath of destruction sort of takes away from the word ‘peaceful’. And, pardon the pun, all of it tends to be not in the least constructive.

One of the many things that piqued my interest was a journalist trying to film them doing their thing; many of them were masked, but the ones that weren’t were taking offense to being filmed on camera, citing that it was a violation of their personal space. Then they would smash the front windows of a business that was as far away from being part of a national franchise as I am from the South Pole.

There were also those that were in the face of the police at all times. I understand expressing yourself, but badgering people and provoking them is not a good idea. I am honestly surprised that more of these people survived with their bones intact.

Then there were those who are sheep. They want to be cool and unique, but they don’t have the balls to do it on their own. You know the ones that I am talking about; they stand by, wishing to be part of something great, and when the first brick is thrown they decide to do what everyone else is doing and start causing problems or mouthing off. They are the first to complain when apprehended, explaining that they were merely caught up in the wave. I call them cowards.

I am ashamed of being a Canadian relative to these people because we are supposed to pride ourselves on our ability to keep an even keel. Why the destruction? Why the belligerence? We should be better than that.



The Police

I avoided being downtown for the whole week. I telecommuted, and enjoyed the peace and quiet of my basement office while others less fortunate were stopped and had their bags checked. While I respect law enforcement, there is something to be said about the effect of having so many of them in one place; not to mention the unspoken paranoia of having to protect world leaders. It is not an enviable position.

I am confused as to what was going on at some points on the weekend, but this much is clear: those in charge of this massive undertaking were taken by surprise, even though they were supposedly prepared. In fact, on the Saturday, I wonder what the plan was considering: that a rampaging mob went unchecked for a significant period of time on two of downtown Toronto’s biggest streets; police cars were left unattended in intersections, long enough to be set on fire; at least a billion dollars was spent.

The strategy for the Sunday seemed to be clear: let’s intimidate the hell out of everyone and hope that it keeps everything quiet. That’s what it seemed to me, anyway.

The sad part is that no matter how good of a job they did, the damning video footage of some of their antics is forging a path towards a public inquiry. There was much brutality and overreaction from parts of the group, leading to the injury of many innocent people.

I am ashamed of being a Canadian relative to this group because these are the folks we look to when order needs to be kept; a number of these people chose not to be respectable. There was anything but order during parts of the weekend, and the sad part is that command did not send units to disperse what was obviously a group bent on violent action without any thought. In fact, rumours are floating about that the destruction was all part of some greater plan, though what that plan could be baffles my imagination.

I feel for the good cops; the ones who do a great job and work hard, shrugging off the tantalizing lure of the behaviours they could enjoy due to their station. People will not look at them with the same level of trust and respect that they would have before.



The Government

In my opinion, our government dropped the ball on this one, and really, should be held the most accountable. By staging this meeting in an area very easily accessible to everyone, they practically handed out gilded invitations to criminals and shit-disturbers everywhere.

If you throw a party, and someone that you invited turns out to be a very negative influence, would you invite them again? If other people have thrown parties and are unlucky enough to have invited some unsavoury individuals into their homes and paid the price, would you invite those same individuals to your next party? It just doesn’t make any sense to me.

A friend indicated in my last G20 post that holding the event in a more remote location may not have been feasible from a resource standpoint. I respectfully call bullshit. I highly doubt that holding meetings of this nature in a remote location with an elite security force would really cost much more than the money that we spent on this joke. My wife has pointed out that people may still get together and cause mayhem in the closest city, but I would think that having this far from ANY urban center would make people think twice; I doubt that most people would spend the money to travel too far to cause mischief, unless they had the same conviction as those with an actual peaceful message.

In a classic my-dick-is-bigger-than-yours play, the Government has given Toronto (and I’m quoting a few writers when I type this) a “black eye”. Maybe the whole point of trashing the city was to prevent any similar future events from occurring? Perhaps that’s giving them a little too much credit.

I am ashamed of being a Canadian relative to our Government, because as our leaders they should represent our interests; they failed. In a time where money is more precious than ever, they spend like there was no tomorrow, providing many people (not from our city) with equipment that would never be used and overtime that was probably never even needed. Don’t even get me started on the fake lake.



C’est Tout

It will be interesting to see what happens in the next few months as interesting facts and stories rise to the surface of public awareness.

That’s all I really feel like typing for now. I just wanted people to know why I typed what I did before (in Twitter and so forth), and that my source of disappointment had some focus. As a Canadian, I try to be the best person I can be, and so do many other people that I know. Of that I am not ashamed.


The Cycle of Violence

Case Against Bryant Crashes

The buzz on the street these days revolves around Michael Bryant; the case against the former Ontario attorney general seems to have fizzled out after the crown withdrew charges against him stemming from the unnecessary death of Darcy Allen Sheppard, a troubled bike courier.

While I do not condone what happened, the backlash from the cycling community is pretty dramatic; phrases like “…the message I’m getting is we deserve to die for riding a bike…” and “…it’s official: we are roadkill…” are being tossed around. The death of Mr. Sheppard is unfortunate, and the fact that his possible killer gets off scott-free is even moreso; however, I am finding it difficult to sympathize with the cyclists.

I have said before that a great majority of cyclists really piss me off; there are many who ride bikes that will cry foul when an automobile driver toes the line between safely assertive and aggressive, yet a good number of those same people have little regard for the rules of the road themselves. I can tell you that I have had quite a few near-misses with cyclists in my neighbourhood, as they breeze through the stop signs at break-neck speed; I certainly have no problem with a rolling-stop policy, but that involves actually checking for oncoming or intersecting traffic, be it on wheels or on feet, rather than blindly zooming through. I have a number of examples of this sort of hypocrisy, but I really don’t feel like getting worked up.

My message is simple: If you are a cyclist, and you are angry at the verdict of the case (or lack thereof) that recently transpired, make sure that you live up to the ideals that you stand for when your feet touch your pedals; or you’ll be just as bad as the Andretti’s that you bitch about.