The stories that you tell me I already know/Eroding like the shorelines of Lake Ontario



Phew. This week is already buzzing by quite quickly…

Office work & OLIP duties are going at full clip…

Already wrote up a requisite whimsical report on the Que City & O-town tour (leaving out all the activities depicted in the posted photos), attended this month’s long-haul Churchill Meeting (ended up volunteering for more & more stuff being the finger-in-too-many-pie-in-the-sky-gal-that-I-am) & toured the GM plant in the ’schwa yesterday….

Which luckily enough reminded me to add the new Cuff the Duke LP to my 2005 Top Ten List that the Waubber kicked off this week. Thankfully this year I have Limewire again so I can actually explore some of the picks & suggestions offered up by the hometown crew & their one-degree-away buds. There’s already three lists floating out there…so I gotta hurry up & spend tonight spinning, brooding & typing…

On that note, I gotta keep typing on behalf of my workplace.

peace
meegs

That’s Some High Octane Blue Steel Stares Goan On!


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Originally uploaded by meegs.

No lyrics can aptly title this pose…posted some funky Que City & O-town party pics @ my Flickr site:

http://flickr.com/photos/withoutayard/

Big ol’rocks and bending pines/feeling ragged as this shoreline/stars, sateillites, stayin’ up for a chance of Northern lights


What a weird double-header of unexpected twists & turns on the concert front…..After my rant yesterday about the disappointments of the Docks (mainly the frigid climate, which I didn’t mention & the obnoxious fans, which I reveled in retelling…), I will go on record to say that last night @ Lee’s was equally off-putting.

Firstly, it was an opening-act-a-thon…I thought that we were being pretty reasonable sauntering in ‘round ten….but we endured Halifax-scene survivor Al Tuck, some Bic Runga clone from Scotland, & Paso Mino before hearing the smooth strains of Mr. Collette….

& not only was that a long-ass haul of open-mike times – {especially the blahs-ville set of Tuck & the spritely faux-Runga (who relied far too heavily on her echo box, a tool that has now become the gimmicky dead horse of one-man-indie-band scene, if Owen Pallett were dead, he would have reason to roll over in his grave)…PM wasn’t THAT bad, they had a Dire Straits cum The Band vibe with a bit of Television & Crazy Horse to boot, but it seems all a bit too….stilted & posturing & uncomfortable to really get into it…they remained on stage as JC’s backup band} - but the Collett opening banter threw down a napalm bomb of buzz killing remarks….

Thankfully I remained blissfully unaware for most of the show, when he said this I was elbowing my way through the sausage party (do chicks not like JC? I didn’t exactly help alleviate this problem – letting Robyn off the hook to work diligently on her schoolwork & posse-ing up with the Beau, Steve, Martin, Justin & Thomas – probably reduced the girl ratio by 10%)…But he apparently welcomed the audience with a short hello & then launched into an emotional dedication for the Canuck Iraq hostages…& then proceeded to get drunker than he was when he began…which is a tall order.

Not to dwell, there were some over and above great moments – the ‘Not a Pompador’ song – a somewhat preachy, but mercifully short anti-consumerist Xmas tune (“to cash in on the season”…we get it, irony….tres popular in the 90s) – a badass Mick Jagger strut when he wasn’t strumming on a guitar: full-out prancing & posturing & miming lyrics – a true delight…& a surprise Emily Hanes appearance (at least the sausage party had their alt-pin-up girl Xmas wish fulfilled…)…

Anyway, it must have been a rough night for JC if he had the hostage situation on his brain & a touch of reality at a show isn’t a bad thing, but an abrupt end & no hope of an encore was a bit of a downer…hopefully his next show will have better world news preceding it & less B-list opening acts….harsh, I know…

Back to workish on this grey Sunday afternoon – write-ups for work, reviews of the massive OPA report & maybe some headway on the pro-consumerist Xmas gifting front…

Peace
meegs

Yeah, I heard a funny thing/Somebody said to me/You know that I could be in love with almost everyone



In a word: Epic. The Iron & Wine/Calexico gig encompassed the ultimate highs and lows of a concert-going experience in TO. First, to be fair & salacious, the lows; truthfully, the entire solo iron & wine set was a brutal snoozer. I don’t know if it’s just because I’ve outgrown my Ben Harper records and tired of a Dave Matthews Band Fandom lifestyle, but I find that folky, pensive and roots-y shows are not done best in massive waterfront warehouses. Don’t get me wrong, the Docks wasn’t the horrible acoustic nightmare that I had prepared myself for. In fact, I would venture a guess that the Phoenix would’ve made a mess of the complex mix needed to do justice to the Calexico crew.

The horns were treble-crisp & bright without being tinny, the percussionists didn’t overwhelm with rattling bass and the mix of pedal guitar, acoustic guitar and electric bass complimented each other nicely. There was also an impressive accompaniment to the sets in the form of old-tyme sepia-tinged films playing in the background – only vamping up what some (Zoilus) reviewers write-off as a Calexico-weak-point (but I disagree and find it to be their greatest strength); their ominous Spaghetti Western/film-noir soundtrack vibe. Crap, I got off of my low-track by complimenting the engineers & projectionists….who were also caught drifting off to the Land of Nod during the I&W set, so it wasn’t my music-snobbery conjuring up symptoms of tiredness.

Sloan said it best when they mused on the Tragically Hip: “It’s not the band I hate, it’s their fans.” And there is a huge grain of truth in that – for all hippy-dippy-patchouli-stinking-swaying-with-their-eyes-closed trustafarians in the audience there was one disgruntled Calexico fan…It reminded me of a G&M write-up on a Hip gig a couple of years ago where the reviewer was accosted for not being ‘into it’ enough and that he didn’t ‘get’ the Hip’s tunes because he wasn’t shitfaced & obnoxious. It’s this un-ignore-able minority of outspoken, never-get-out-ers who end up stigmatizing bands & eventually upping the asshole quotient of their concert crowds to 100%. Will I ever pay an insane about of money to see the Hip in some corporate meg-dome & suffer the singing drunken masses stomping all over me again? No.

Now, this I&W gig wasn’t THAT bad, I don’t mean to get off on a CanRock-rant-tangent, but you get the geist of what I’m saying….Calexico – good, iron & wine – bad. Class dismissed.

Tomorrow’s assigned listening is the new Jason Collett LP – pay close attention to ‘parry sound’ as it has a special place in the heart of the narrator….

peace
meegs

And the blanket of the city will never keep you warm/and the pages of our history will gleam to cheer you on



So just when I have a seemingly infinite amount of time to blog…I’m at a loss…The gleam of the reception circuit has lost its sheen since returning from the trip - that’s about the deepest observation that I can conjure up this early in the a.m…..& that I need to get back on the workout wagon & stop sleeping in - I must have repaid my sleep deficit by now…well, maybe not quite yet….

Stop the Presses! - Over-enthusiastic Intern makes her mark in the big leftie-pinko National Paper….
{But Tory MPP Laurie Scott (Haliburton-Victoria-Brock) predicted the law would be unenforceable and might hurt small business or force prices up for everyone “I would expect that if anyone feels like they are subject to an unfair price because of gender, race, religion or age, everybody can vote with their feet and refrain from patronizing the business that does not treat all of their potential customers equally.”}

You got someone comin’ around/Gluing tinsel to your crown/He’s got you talking pretty loud


I won’t even open the massive can of worms that is our Que/O-town trip. Until I get some e-photos from the kind ladies with the digital cams, there really is no point trying to describe what will go down in my young-ish history as an epic trip through two capital cities. I think that there’s also some Churchill Dins pics coming down the pipe also…very glam-eriffic (just to whet y’all’s appetite - Jon & I are NOT predominantly featured in the 2nd pic @ the day-after’s Churchill Lecture with Chris Matthews).

A major footnote to the yet-to-be-posted-pics will be that these kinds of trips bring out from the woodwork peeps & former colleagues that you haven’t been in touch with for too long.

This seems to be a reoccurring theme of lates, with other GTA & elsewhere former co-students/workers/buds arising for some Xmas checkups & updates. I am starting to realize that there is no way that I can ever ever keep up with all my correspondence….unless i take a chunk out of the correspondence-time devoted to my MPP…ahh boo…but true.

We reciprocated hosting duties with the Federal versions of ourselves at work this week & it was….interesting….The best advice on the (long-history/tradition) of thorny relations came from an O-town cab driver who lamented: “Oh -anonymousblank-, if it wasn’t for all the -anonymousblank-s you wouldn’t appreciate each other so much.” Words to live by & proof positive that it pays to call shotgun in cabs every single time.

Hopefully I can ride gunner from C’est What to the Docks demain soir…after work I’m heading to Iron & Wine & Calexico with my buds & I need to brush up on my newer Calexico catalogue tomorrow a.m…..multi-tasking , kids…vital….

Wish I’d taken my own advice on that front & NOT stayed too late last night furiously crafting up a speech (which turned out to be the most negative one on the sched…even among the other opp members - ahh boo again!) & almost missing the ANTM finale. Crucial.

Anyway, back to real-work-ish & no more Zoolander-referencing e-mails.

peace
meegs

I wake up in the morning, And I raise my weary head, I got an old coat for a pillow, And the earth was last night’s bed

I’m absolutely knackered & wiped & frazzled & all those other adjectives that follow a badass weekend of over-the-top surprisingly amicable camaraderie. Will post some synopsis of the Que City shenanigans & good times in the near-ish future….O-town was not as nostalgic as I expected, I spent some downtime wandering the market, revisiting NORML & the insanity of the Rideau Centre (& best of all Zaphod’s & Barrymore’s…wow)…but no time at all for the Canal/Bridgehead/Lieutenant’s Pump/Gelato joints/Brig/Oak/Greeks on Wheels, etc, etc. Whew. Pictures to come soon….

work is as work does - heading to a schmooze-fest afterwards for some gladhanding & bevvies….

This week brings Collett gig with an assortment of BSS-disciple buds & an Iron & Wine/Calexico show (experiment w. Docks in winter…) with Martin & Karim….

Must return to work….(James Brown Voice): Caint go oan, Caint go oan…..

meegs

Synopsis Schemopsis

Quebec:
Although most of the reports back from the Quebec leg of the trip will detail the vibrancy of the separatist/soverignist movement, which shocked many, my personal life (living with a Montrealer political-junkie) has made the contemporary political climate of Quebec more apparent to me than that of Ontario, of course until I started as an intern at Queen’s Park.

I found the most interesting insights from our meetings gleamed from the ‘outsiders’ of Québec city, the Anglophone journalists, who presented very a different perspective. One of our first meetings in the Legislative Assembly was with Rosemary Barton, a young CBC-TV journalist originally from Winnipeg. She sends numerous reports to the national CBC desks on many different issues in the province, but she is frustrated when her reports on provincial political issues are not properly contextualized, over-simplified or outright re-framed to the point of inaccuracy. This was the most interesting and salient moment for me; I found Barton’s grievance with her superiors to be telling of the overall misinformed status of the Canadian Anglophone population.

There was certainly a buzz in the air on the topic of the recent nomination of Andre Boisclair as the new leader of the Parti Quebecois. In numerous interviews, discussion surrounded Boisclair’s drug use, sexual fetishes and the possible video recordings/pictures that depict both, and outweighed any mention of his aptitude as a political leader or his political platform. Both journalists and politicians could not resist but to dwell on these salacious bits instead of delving deeper into the actual long-term implications of bringing on such a young & controversial figure as the leader of the PQ.

The scandal-fueled celebrity hype surrounding the Boisclair win is similar to the speedy rise to fame of ADQ leader Mario DuMont, which only dissolved after Quebecers turned up their noses to the right-leaning values of the party itself. Silvan Legare, an ADQ member in Vanier, hosted the group in his constituency office and spoke of the difficulties of having only 5 MNAs, primarily having only one question per day in the National Assembly. Legare was a champion of DuMont, calling him a visionary, and pointed to his original positions on private health care options and the ‘modernization’ of the state as influencing the contemporary political discourse.

One policy-driven topic was the status of daycare (les garderies) in the province. Both journalists and many Parti-Quebecois and ADQ members directly linked the low approval rating of the Liberal party to their most recent ‘screw up’ on this front. With unclear amendments to the act that governs early childhood education and fears that these amendments would lead to the possible ‘Walmartization’ of the program (meaning that the program would be opened up to chain-owned operations, and in turn, leave it susceptible to NAFTA regulations and possible American-owned companies) the PQ is practically salivating at the continued Liberal failures in this policy sector.

Overall, the most incredible moment was meeting Bernard Landry. It was his first time back to the NA since his departure, he was quite jovial (“My friend tells me that she likes visiting Quebec because it’s France without the French people and America without the Americans”) and open to discussing a variety of softball issues (lobbed by OLIPers) & hardball ones (responses to the Quebec interns’ questions were usually prefaced with a chortle and ‘soyez realiste’). Landry did a broad overview of federal provincial relations, from pre-Confederation days, ramping up to his well-oiled argument for sovereignty-association. I found that his assertion that the younger Quebecers have a ‘non resentment approach to sovereignty’ as being very accurate and the way in which he described it, he seemed ‘at peace’ with what he believes to be an inevitability.

Ottawa:
The Ottawa trip had a more toned-down feel, and after bouncing from meeting to meeting at a breakneck pace in Quebec City, it was a relief. We arrived at a time when the nation’s capital was in upheaval and even our federal intern counterparts were scattered chaotically (& illegally, I might add…) across the country. Our first meeting was with Marie-Andree-LaJoie, a Clerk Assistant who works on three committees, house proceedings and international affairs. It was interesting to compare her experience and work routine to those of the clerks at Queen’s Park. She emphasized the predicative role of the Committee system and how clerks can be adequately forewarned to policy changes in the House.

Although the city was missing 90% of their political population, we had a meeting with Don Boudria as he was riding into the sunset of his political career (& unmercifully plugging his autobiography). Besides his own delight at recounting the inspiration for his punny-titled bio, there were some salient points to pick up from his presentation and responses. Firstly, he is an unwavering Liberal despite his snub by Paul Martin. Secondly, this allegiance has clouded his logic so severely that he enthusiastically defends the Clarity Act and aggressively blames the NDP for the fall of the minority government.

Another political figure was available during this election campaign, a Nova Scotian Senator, Terry Mercer. Mercer had a background that was of particular interest to me: volunteering, fundraising, and the non-profit sector. He was an engaging speaker, a senator that made an effort to keep his communities up-to-date on policies and programs that could be of interest, as well as assisting the national non-profit-sector through the Association of Fundraising Professionals. After winning me over with his tales of lecturing on ethical fundraising and mentoring to small charities, Mercer admitted to being an ‘open’ Liberal senator, and couldn’t resist bragging about a 10,000 name rolodex amassed over years of campaign work. The Senator stereotype remains alive and well in Ottawa.

A less-surreal-than-expected visit occurred after overcoming the security hurdles and entering the American Embassy. John Dickson was eager to speak to the group about our perceptions of the US, and how we imagine Americans to perceive Canada. He asked the group to write our first thoughts on these subjects and then compared our lists to previous visitors. Bringing up softwood lumber was not the landmine one would expect, the Deputy Ambassador downplayed the entire feud, remaking that this commodity is only 3% of the total trade between the two countries. Truth be told, Dickson seemed genuinely surprised that a pack of young interns was willing to enter his fortress to speak to him, and often preferred to tell tales of his previous postings in the foreign service….which were, predictably, far more interesting than his ventures into Canada.

From capitalist behemoth to grassroots membership-driven NPO: the Council of Canadians accurately demonstrated other side of the spectrum in Ottawa. After meeting with secure Hill residents (Senators), an Ambassador, and a government consultant (Sussex Circle), it was apparent that a huge variety of interests jockey daily for political influence and media attention. Gibb-Carsley outlined the evolution of the CoC (their rallying issue was NAFTA) and book ended the organization’s history with a recent refocusing on ‘deep integration,’ which is the NAFTA of the 21st century. Their recently published report on Deep Integration was not met with the press coverage expected, she lamented that many writers are discouraged from reporting on their group’s work by major-daily editors. The group’s work has changed significantly in the past couple of years, which can be part of the reason why they are not as relevant for major media outlets. Infamous street protests and prop-gimmick photo opportunities are fewer since post-Quebec City & 9/11 policing practices have clamped down demonstrations altogether.