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March 31, 2006 11:20 AM

Burn, baby, burn

Canada is an exporter of garbage. The Toronto area alone in 2004 produced "more than half of the 3.4 million tonnes of garbage shipped stateside from Ontario," notes a recent editorial in Canadian Business (about half-way down the page). Our own landfills are pretty much full, and "we need to come up with a comprehensive plan that addresses all aspects of waste management -- collection, recycling, composting, transfer and disposal. That plan should include incineration. Yes, incineration."

Not the toxic smoke belching furnaces of old, but energy-producing sci-fi stoves of the future. That run on "plasma-gasification, which heats garbage until it breaks down. Because it does that without using oxygen, nothing gets burned in the process." Ottawa-based Plasco Energy Group Inc. has a pilot project ready to go, just waiting on the Ontario government for an okay after getting a municipal thumbs-up (and a federal seal of approval via a $6.6 million grant from Sustainable Development Technology Canada).

The plan is to process 75 tonnes of garbage a day, produce electricity for 3,600 homes, and use the "glass-like solid" left at the bottom in construction. Could it be true? Is it okay to love this?

March 31, 2006 10:56 AM

The Pooh perplex

I am crestfallen to discover that EH Shepard, whose pix have cheered every child (and many adults) through A Bad Spell, despised his benefactor. "The man whose drawings brought Winnie the Pooh to life spent the last years of his life hating the bear with very little brain," it sez here.

"The biggest regret in EH Shepard's life was agreeing to illustrate Winnie the Pooh for AA Milne, as it resulted in the bulk of his work, even during his lifetime, being completely overshadowed.

"In his later years, Shepard was heard to describe Pooh as 'that silly old bear' and resented his close identification with Milne's books.

"Although he is best remembered today as the man who drew Pooh, Shepard himself saw these illustrations as very much a sideline. Instead his main occupation, from 1921 until 1953, was working as one of Punch magazine's leading political cartoonists.... From his first published cartoon in 1907, he became a regular contributor until 1953."

The unwashed masses have spoken. A Pooh original sells for tens of thousands. A laboured Punch scribble sells for ... rather less.

March 30, 2006 12:32 PM

Three way?

Montrealers might not have to face the same contest in the next mayoral election. Twice now, we've had to choose between Pierre Bourque, who thinks he was born to be king (one of his old slogans was along the lines of "mayor once, mayor forever"), and Gerald Tremblay, a liar -- no wait, I retract that liar accusation, just as Tremblay retracted his city budget after introducing mondo tax increases when he promised he wouldn't.

Now Pauline Marois, who ran repeatedly for the leadership of the Parti Quebecois and kept... losing, is apparently considering a bid for Montreal's top spot. She announced her resignation from provincial politics earlier this month. This morning's La Presse says friends are trying to conscript her (code for "trial balloon"). Marois has had a distinguished career as Quebec's minister of just about everything during her party's on-again, off-again years in power. She lost the latest leadership campaign to the out, coke-snorting André Boisclair. Who outflanks Marois on the right. (Boisclair, by the way, has taken down his blog, which just forwards to the PQ's official website. He's in now, and can't afford a misstep.)

Marois always looks snotty in photographs. She really needs to work on that.

March 30, 2006 12:02 PM

Sad news...

But not unexpected: "They might look deathly," reports the newest Maclean's, "but the pallid makeup, black hair, jewellery and piercings that are the trademarks of Goths do not mean your children are on the early road to ruin. A study by the University of Sussex in England has concluded that, unlike punks, Goths grow up to be lawyers, doctors and other professionals. Researchers say the look is merely a rebellious interregnum in an otherwise middle-class life."

March 28, 2006 4:10 PM

Bentham, eh wot

We take you now to the world of philosopher Jeremy Bentham, one of the founders of utilitarianism. (Grossly, ya calculate what's best for the world as being what causes the most happiness.) The famous egghead wrote an essay titled "Offences Against One's Self: Paederasty" back around 1785, believed to be "the first known argument for homosexual law reform in England."

It was first published in 1978. No typo -- it took almost 200 years for this thing to see some ink. Homosexuality was punishable by hanging back then, and Bentham had some "anxieties" about expressing his views in public.

In fact, you couldn't even exactly say what you were saying, as noted here: "In law books and in parliamentary debate, homosexual behavior was referred to stereotypically by the Latin formula, 'peccatum illud horribile, inter Christianos non nominandum' -- 'that horrible crime not to be named among Christians.'"

But death for same-sex woo-hoo made no sense, Bentham felt: "I have been tormenting myself for years to find if possible a sufficient ground for treating them with the severity with which they are treated at this time of day by all European nations: but upon the principle utility I can find none."

First off, heterosexuals were doin' it for themselves: "It seems to be more common for men to apply themselves to a wrong part in women," notes Bentham, "and in this case grave authors have found more enormity than when the sex as well as the part of the object is mistaken." The good philosopher was unable to see why this was anybody else's business: "If there be one idea more ridiculous than another, it is that of a legislator who, when a man and a woman are agreed about a business of this sort, thrusts himself in between them, examining situations, regulating times and prescribing modes and postures."

Bentham noted the fear that, if allowed to flourish, homosexuality would attract so many converts that the human race would die out from lack of the wee ones. "On the contrary the country in which the prevalence of this practise... is most conspicuous happens to have been remarkable for its populousness." Bentham suggests that big humanity's greatest impediment to little humanities screeching and careening through the house is... the ritualized celibacy practised by priests.

Lesbians were left out of the criminal equation, of course, though Bentham kindly gave a whole paragraph to the contradiction. "Where women contrive to procure themselves the sensation by means of women, the ordinary course of nature is as much departed from as when the like abomination is practised by men with men. The former offence however is not as generally punished as the latter. It appears to have been punished in France but the law knows nothing of it in England." (Men, of course, use this as a way of showing how much greater is their suffering, but I digress.)

Bentham goes through all the arguments and finally comes to the crux of the issue. He questions whether gay male homosexuality reduces the happiness of heterosexual women. Because under utilitarianism, that would be bad: "A more serious imputation for punishing this practise [is] that the effect of it is to produce in the male sex an indifference to the female, and thereby defraud the latter of their rights."

But not to worry, he writes: "In the first place the female sex is always able and commonly disposed to receive a greater quantity of venereal tribute than the male sex is able to bestow." So -- no worries. (The word "venereal" comes from Venus, goddess of love.) And women aren't allowed to get it from all over, anyway, as they are intended only for marriage. One rod's enough!

Exclusive homo-male couplings are fine, then, unless there's a man shortage. In which case, I guess, we'll have to re-do the happiness calculation.

(Thanks to Samantha, whose interest in His Victorian Nibs led me to this post.)

March 28, 2006 2:39 PM

Kidnappings, Danish cartoons, gays and Islam

I did a quick survey story in this month's Press Pass Q (third news piece down) on how the North American queer press responded to the Danish cartoons fiasco. There was very little.... Here's the copy I found:

Lavender managing editor Ethan Boatner wrote an editorial that's no longer online: "I believe that Lavender's omission of the Danish cartoons stands not for capitulation to terrorists, but rather simple respect for those Muslims living and working peacefully here...."

He asked Minneapolis and St. Paul readers (in an online poll) whether to run the 'toons. The answer's yes, but hey -- only 18 responses were received.

Syndicated writer Wayne Besen (also printed in Lavender) is here. And Camille Paglia pontificated here: "This is simply another episode in a long-running story of iconoclasm. Images have always been a flashpoint in the history of religions. I think what we’re actually seeing has nothing to do with the cartoons in Denmark. It’s a kind of world protest against Western intrusion into the Middle East.

"This spilling out of frustration is not a good sign for the people who have been saying all along that Islam is a peaceful religion. But often, anything, including religion, can be hijacked by a determined and fanatical fringe. That’s what we’re seeing. I think it bodes very ill for our political future over the next century."

Boston's Bay Windows ran a piece Feb. 23 written by former editor Jeff Epperly.

X-Factor is an all-man magazine out of Phoenix, Ariz. See editor Ken Furtado's piece here.

Lotta 'mericans, eh? Here's one I missed the first time around, from Vancouver's Xtra West, here.

I dunno whether queer journalists think religion is irrelevent to their gay mandate, or if they're runnin' scared.

March 27, 2006 3:13 PM

Silence = life?

Kidnapped (and sprung) peacenik James Loney is gay, and friends, family and media kept it under wraps for months.

"The co-director of the Christian Peacemakers Teams says the family of freed Christian peace activist James Loney kept his sexual orientation quiet out of fear for his safety. Doug Pritchard says the family feared Loney might come to harm at the hands of his Iraqi captors had they known he was gay. Pritchard says it likely wouldn't have helped if Loney's partner, Dan Hunt, had come forward with public pleas for his release. Hunt made his first public appearance since Loney's ordeal began last November when he greeted his partner Sunday at the airport."

And the background: "The 41-year-old Loney was kidnapped in Baghdad along with fellow Canadian Harmeet Sooden, Briton Norm Kember and American Tom Fox, whose bullet-ridden body was found earlier this month."

ADDENDUM Tuesday: Only the truth we decide you'll know... Toronto Star media writer Antonia Zerbisias on the journalism blackout, here.

March 27, 2006 2:52 PM

Da plane! Da plane!

It's been suggested that the grounding of North American flying machines following the Sept. 11 attacks helped show the effect aeroplanes are having on global warming.

Theory has it that aircraft leave vapour trails that turn into clouds. Clouds deflect sunlight back into space, keeping the Earth cooler than you'd expect it to be. And Aussie scientist Tim Flannery has noted that as the skies cleared post Sept. 11, the northern hemisphere's temperature went up by a couple of degrees.

Planes are helping mask global warming. It's all just hurting my little head.

March 27, 2006 2:43 PM

The other out athlete

A follow-up to my piece on basketball player Latasha Byears: "Whether WNBA star Latasha Byears was cut from the Los Angeles Sparks last year for being a lesbian (which Byears claimed) or for assaulting another woman at a party (which the team alleged), we may never know," it sez in my print copy of the Advocate. "A settlement reached Feb. 10 in a wrongful termination lawsuit brought by Byears prohibits either side from talking. But there is one thing we do know: The Washington Mystics don't care either way. The team signed the 32-year-old Byears, who helped the Sparks win WNBA titles in 2001 and 2002, on Feb. 21."

March 24, 2006 12:46 PM

More peace, order, and good government

Additional heterosexual Canadian history, again taken from the February 2001 Beaver. This'un aboot charivari.

An old codger who marries a sweet young thing, a widow who hitches up a little too soon after, an overly keen cad who weds a rich and on-her-last-legs lady. We do noooo-ht apprrrrrove.

And we say so. In as humiliating a way as possible, from the days of New France to the early 20th century. "Blowing on horns, sawing cracked fiddles, clattering skillet lids together, and banging out vicious tattoos on tin pots and copper kettles, the whole of the outraged citizenry would assemble in a nocturnal display at the newlyweds' house. If the noise-bombarded couple dared to peer out through the bedroom curtains, they would have beheld a most frightful spectacle. As Susannah Moodie described it in 1852 in Roughing It In The Bush, the torch-lit antagonists disguised themselves in strange, ritualistic costumes, 'putting their clothes on the hind part before... wearing horrible masks, with grotesque caps on their heads, adorned with cocks' feathers and bells.' The crowd would then bang fiercely on the door, insisting that the couple pay the price of a peaceful honeymoon by furnishing the crowd with whisky, entertainment, or a sum of money for charity -- sometimes as much as $100. Once the fee was paid, the humbled newlyweds were pardoned of their improprieties and the charivari was finished. But if the couple refused to pay, the crowd would return again and again every night until the fee was extorted."

Ya don'ts pay, ya mights get beaten up. In 1823, a Montrealer who called in the police was repaid with smashed windows and a ransacked house. One Ontario man, who in 1890 was accused of stealing another's wife, was shot to death when he resisted the destruction of his home's roof.

March 24, 2006 11:04 AM

Poetry in ether

Shamelessly lifted from Bookninja, but the words are all my own (spam):

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March 23, 2006 8:01 PM

My supper

A bowl of Rokeach Homestyle Matzo Ball & Chicken Soup Mix. "Contains no chicken."

And for dessert, a decorated gingerbread cookie concocted by London, Ontario's A Couple of Squares. In fact, gingerbread cookies are the business's sole product. Mine came with a picture-perfect sugar-inked doggie. A customized corporate cookie, it was, ordered up by the woman behind the Vieux Montreal souvenir and Canuck old timey shop The Worn Doorstep. The pup's name, if memory serves, is True2. (And there's a special section on the Doorstep website showcasing customer canines.)

Proprietor Lesley Forrester asked us to watch the store -- and the dog -- while she popped into the loo. Our sudden, intimate complicity caused us to buy things (like moose-shaped pasta; very heritage, eh). The cookie, in trade.

The Notre Dame St. building, by the way, is haunted, by the spirit of a pregnant woman who bled to death after falling down the stairs. What, you were expecting a happy story...?

March 23, 2006 12:17 PM

Hazing in the boys' room

Dear sporty guy: If your idea of hazing is to strip a fellow male teammate naked, threaten him with a hockey stick up the ass, and shove your testicles into his mouth, you are GAY. Get it? If you think that sexual situations with you and another man, or other men, are a barrel of fun, you're a big ole faggot-ino.

Deny all you want, but the rest of us get it, even if you don't. You are no hetero he-man.

And perhaps one day, sports administrators will finally find the courage to speak this truth out loud. They will call team meetings, announce that the latest hazing mess proves that large numbers of athletes are gay gay gay, and add that being gay is okay.

They will say that forcing others into sexual situations is not gay, but rather a sign of self-hatred and poor self-esteem because the perpetrators are unable to accept their own homosexual urges.

They will announce that anyone who has or will sexually haze another will be sent to gay-positive therapy.

Then we'll see what happens with hazing.

March 22, 2006 12:13 PM

A radical disgust, or a liberal queasiness...?

"The book 'The 50 Greatest Cartoons,' where animators choose the greatest animated shorts of all time, has mostly expected choices, like Bugs Bunny and Mickey Mouse cartoons," notes today's Maclean's magazine (this particular story's not online, though). "But the list also includes a Warner Brothers cartoon that retells the story of Snow White with an all-black cast, a jazz soundtrack, and lines like, 'Man, what you got that makes So White think you so hot?'

"It's 'Coal Black and De Sebben Dwarfs,' the banned masterpiece of director Bob Clampett, and the best cartoon you've never seen." It was one of the few flicks of the era that featured black actors (or their voices, at least). The flick was in theatres in 1943, and "almost every shot contains some eye-popping gimmick."

And it's racist as all get-out. The flick "is a catalogue of every racial stereotype in '40s cinema." And as usual, instead of people dealing with their pasts, it's been hidden away. "By the 1960s it was in the 'Censored Eleven' list... of offensive cartoons that broadcasters wouldn't show on TV.... Coal Black has never been released on VHS or DVD." It's slowly being rediscovered nonetheless: "Clampett didn't live to see Coal Black gain its current fan following. Those who knew him recall that while he was proud of the cartoon, he was also reluctant to screen it for audiences, afraid that it might provoke a backlash."

Apparently, a bad but watchable bootleg has been posted on (utube's rapidly becoming one of the most popular Internet sites ever). A viewer's comment about the flick: "Wartime Warner Brothers cartoon that makes Birth of a Nation look downright sensitive." Let's just say that I expect this thing will be uncomfortable.

But if I do nothing but laugh instead -- well, does that mean I'm okay with offensive stereotypes, or truly, finally, completely beyond that horrible crap?

March 21, 2006 12:51 PM

The victimized spouse

Recently La Presse -- and a quintillion other papers -- have featured long, painful riffs on women who've unknowingly married gay men.

Included in the list is Phyllis Gates, who died in January (at 80) and spent her later years as the ex wife of the very gay Rock Hudson. After the divorce and Hudson's outing, she loudly and longly proclaimed ignorance of hubby's proclivities. It all seemed so awful. And oh, how I have ranted about the lying that is an integral part of gay identity. About how we have used straight spouses.

The Advocate has a piece on sad, sad Phyllis Gates. "To read [her L.A. Times obit] and other newspaper whitewashes of her memory, you would have to believe that Gates was a loving Brokeback Mountain wife who had been duped into marriage by Rock's equally gay agent, Henry Willson," writes Variety senior editor Robert Hofler.

Er? Hofler sez the endless angsty Gates obits were "valentine(s) to misguided hetero devotion. Strange, isn't it, how memories differ? ... Every person I met who knew Gates called her a lesbian."

Seems Gates was quite the gal about town, dating up a storm with other chickies, but very concerned that her hubbie not date, as "she feared that Hudson's homosexuality would be exposed and, in effect, derail her gravy train as Mrs. Star." Gates hired a P.I. to tape Hudson's conversations on the eve of their divorce in order to up the alimony. At one point, Hudson's agent hired mobsters to rough up some would-be blackmailers (the gangsters popped by Gates's home next). "Not that she was cowed for long. Hudson then had to acquire incriminating photos of Gates in order to shut her up a second time. The episode is recorded as a blind item in Liz Smith's biography, 'Natural Blonde.'

"Having developed a taste for extortion, Gates turned to other women, but was no more successful with her own sex. One wealthy wife she banged and tried to blackmail didn't care if her husband ever found out about the extramarital affair. He too was gay."

Oof. Turns out I picked the wrong victim.

March 21, 2006 10:48 AM

Ashley MacIsaac for prime minister

When I wrote that you'd make a great politician, I didn't mean it, honey. It was a joke. A ha ha.

Okay, sweetie? We love you anyway.

March 20, 2006 2:50 PM

But we'll just sleep, okay?

Those nutty heterosexuals. They come up with all kinds of ways to have sex without, er, having sex! Take the old (anglo?) custom of "bundling."

A writer looked into it for the February 2001 Beaver magazine: "An Upper Canadian journalist cautiously attempted to describe it in 1824 in the Colonial Advocate: 'Common in some parts of the Canadas... A young man visits a young woman to court her for marriage and is allowed to sleep with her, each keeping on a part of their clothes.' Indeed, bundling actually took place in the young woman's house, with her parents' permission.

"In an era when courtship was a closely monitored public display, bundling offered the betrothed couple a modicum of privacy that they would otherwise not have enjoyed. Such privacy permitted young couples to develop a personal intimacy and experiment with sexual compatibility. It was firmly expected, however, that erotic contact would halt prior to intercourse."


Anyway, researcher Constance Backhouse suggests that the custom allowed parents to protect their daughters, and the new daddy (if such came about) was thus easy to identify, with marriage the immediate result. And all this behind closed doors! No public embarrassment!

"However, two bundling scandals in Upper Canada in the mid-1820s created an outraged public sensation. Both cases, which went to trail, involved young men who had abused their bundling privileges, impregnated their female suitors, and then refused to marry them. During the Niagara bundling fiasco of 1824, a court reporter for the Colonial Advocate denounced bundling as 'a disgrace to the country.' If only the girl and her probundling family had 'lived where an evangelized priest was made manifest, I am convinced that the disclosures she made... would never have shocked the ears of Niagara audience.'" Indeed, it's suggested that increasing evangelization smushed the practice.

I'd be inclined to add that its working-class roots may also have doomed bundling as Canada's middle class grew and felt the need to crush the less civilized behaviors of their immediate pasts. But mayhap that idea is belied by this Welsh tourist's 1807 observations: "The [inn's] landlord has been scolding one of his maids, a very pretty, plump little girl, for not having done her work; and the reason which she alleged for her idleness was, that her master having locked the street door at night, had prevented her lover enjoying the rights and delights of bundling, an amatory indulgence which, considering that it is sanctioned by custom, may be regarded as somewhat singular, although it is not exclusively of Welsh growth.

"The process is very simple; the gay Lothario, when all is silent, steals to the chamber of his mistress, who receives him in bed, but with the modest precaution of wearing her under petticoat, which is always fastened at the bottom -- not infrequently, I am told, by a sliding knot. It may astonish a London gallant to be told that this extraordinary experiment often ends in a downright wedlock -- the knot which cannot slide." I'm still not quite sure why a lack of snuggles leads to an inability to mop the floor.

To continue: "A gentleman of respectability also assured me that he was obliged to indulge his female servants in these nocturnal interviews, and that too at all hours of the night, otherwise his whole family would be thrown into disorder by their neglect; the carpet would not be dusted, nor would the kettle boil."

Those last two anecdotes are taken from my 1932 copy of Henry Reed Stiles' "Bundling: Its Origin, Progress & Decline in America" (originally written around 1870 and promptly banned in Boston), and available here for free. The tome traces bundling back to the U.K., Holland (harmless chatting beneath the bedsheets), Afghanistan ("the innocent endearments are not to be exceeded"), and even to ancient Rome. It's thought that bunking together began simply because it was darned cold to sleep alone before central heating. Most lived in one-room, and one-, or at most two-, bed homes. Plus -- what was one to do with a traveling stranger or two in winter? Surely not toss them out into the stable with the slop and pigs?

Stiles writes that New England bundling's "comparatively innocent and harmless character has, however, been fearfully distorted and maligned by irresponsible satirists, and prejudiced historians." The custom "was kept up with religious strictness by the more bigoted and vulgar part of the community," noted one finger-wagger. In larger American cities, sniffed another, bundling was forbidden and parents introduced the sitting room sofa as a warming but safer option.

Others accepted the custom as it was (supposedly) meant to be: "Why it should be thought incredible for a young man and young woman innocently and virtuously to lie down together in a bed with a great part of their clothes on, I cannot conceive," wrote Dr. Andrew Burnaby in 1775, after traveling through Connecticut. "Human passions may be alike in every region; but religion, diversified as it is, operates differently in different countries."

Stiles points to religious Bible-thumpers and larger, warmer houses as encouraging the decline of bundling. "Probably no single thing tended so much to break up the practice as the publication of a song, or ballad, in an almanac, about 1785.... This ballad described in a free and easy style the various plans adopted by those who bundled, and rather more than hinted at the results in certain cases." We're talkin' large circulation here, and easy archetypes that seeped into bar-room chatter and popular culture. "[S]uch a general storm of banter and ridicule [ensured ] that no girl had the courage to stand against it, and continue to admit her lovers to her bed." In the United States, eh.

And yet in truth I'm not afraid
For to describe a bundling maid;
She'll sometimes say when she lies down,
She can't be cumber'd with a gown,
And that the weather is so warm,
To take it off can be no harm
I leave for others to relate
How long she'll keep her virgin state.

March 20, 2006 10:23 AM

Yeah that's right, I haven't seen it, and I'm gonna trash it...

... without remorse. Movie reviewers continue to heap praise upon the crap originally filmed in "What the Bleep Do We Know," and now upon its 2006 sorta sequel "Down the Rabbit Hole." I'm not pissed about opinions on whether the movie's well made, but rather about reviewers' mindless acceptance of the "factual" information within.

I won't give these Bleeping filmmakers any more of my money -- and it turns out, I don't have to, as this new flick "is really more of a director's cut of the film What the Bleep Do We Know?," it sez here.

"A surprise hit from last year, the original -- and somewhat bizarre -- reel about quantum physics and the malleable nature of reality grossed more than $12 million U.S., making it the fourth- most successful U.S. documentary ever." Jeeezus Chreee-rist. Bafflegab as pop physics hit.

And this: "Complete with a new introduction and a new series of visual aids to help us grasp the vagaries of subatomic particle behaviour, 'Down the Rabbit Hole' postulates the 21st century could mark the start of a new age in which science and religion work in tandem. To the pure and applied people out there, this may sound like scientific heresy. Most people who work in lab coats prefer to see science as an empirical study that isn't tainted by such heady considerations as ethics or intent or even the nature of being 'the observer.' Yet this is one of the most fascinating points raised in Down the Rabbit Hole: There is evidence to suggest the very act of observing can affect the results of even the most basic tests."

WHAT? I simply cannot take lies about science. Of COURSE the act of observation can change the results. Every bleeping scientist in the world knows this. Every bleeping scientist in the world has pondered Schrodinger's cat. Every single one. Scientists are not the mindless idiots that this movie seeks to portray them as. And the damned cat hasn't been nailed to a cross, either.

End of Marvin the Martian voice. Here's my review of the first "movie."

Breathe, Oples me dear, breathe.

March 17, 2006 3:23 PM

It all depends on your point of view

There are many, many bad words used to describe Microsoft megagrazillionaire Bill Gates. Sickeningly rich, slimy business man, monopolist pig, big baby whiner. I could go on. We all could.

Yup, many bad words. But Bill Gates is also a philanthropist who has spent millions upon millions upon millions of dollars fighting AIDS and malaria in the developing world.

Here are my words: I see a man who steals from North Americans and Europeans, and gives to the poorest of the poor. That makes Bill Gates... Robin Hood.

March 17, 2006 2:16 PM

The Vampire Fitzroy (and the P.I.)

OooooOOOOOoo! Canuck sci-fi writer Tanya Huff gets a TV series! "CHUM Television has ordered three new original drama series," it sez here, and the bestest one is "Blood Ties, based on the popular Tanya Huff vampire novels." Chuffed, am I! Huff is out, and so are many of her characters. And the adventure always takes place in Canada. Yeah!

More: "Blood Ties is based on Tanya Huff's internationally popular 'Blood' novels. When her latest love interest turns out to be a 450-year-old vampire and the caseload of her fledgling P.I. agency shifts from fraud artists and cheating spouses to battles with ghosts, ghouls, zombies and demons, ex-police detective Vicki Nelson realizes that her life will never be the same. The series will be produced by Kaleidoscope Entertainment and goes into production later this summer. (22 X 60’)"

March 16, 2006 11:22 AM

My Big Fat Lesbian Company, Limited

It took forever for Dykes on Bikes to get beyond the U.S. government's initial panic attack over that "offensive" word and pick up legal approbation for the group's name.

Now I've been further inspired by this recently-awarded trademark for Pimp My Ride (thanks to Neil for the link), and I did a quick check through the Canadian Trade-Mark Database. It compiles brands awarded between Jan. 1, 1865, and yesterday.

Results for:

"Dyke": 13 ... but I'm afraid they're names like Dyke and Dyke Design, from... Holland. T'ain't... quite... the same....

"Lesbian": 0

"Homosexual": 0

"Queer": 6 -- now that's a bit better!

But, ah, there's always "gay". As usual, the guys give and get better service than do the girls.

For "gay": More than I can count. Mind you, a bunch of them are non-homosexualist, like the "topical analgesic" Ben-Gay Ice. Manitoba's Gay Cavalier Motor Hotel looks like it went out of business in '96, though Vancouver's Sun Gow Gay resto is still serving it up. I'm a fan of Gay Togs, myself. Ditto the expunged Gay Blade lawn and gress seed service, the Nice 'N Gay cosmetic and toilet preparations, and the vaguely naughty Gay Lea Spreadable.

I'm not sure where Gay Bandit lipstick and rouge fit in.

There are some clearly homosexualistic ones, although many of these trademarks have been abandoned or expunged. Like Mr. Gay Canada, dumped by its Vancouver promoters last year. They'd sewn up the rights to branded belts, ankle bracelets, antiperspirants, appointment books, audio cassette tapes, booze, badges, bedding, and, er, athletic pouches. You'll have to go look up the C to Z merch on yer own. And a savvy entrepreneur can pick up the slack?

The trademark for the magazine publishing and voice mail personal ad company Reseau Gay was "inactivated" in 1996. Gay Live! was abandoned, ditto Gay Network. Gay Pages is another publishing venture, this one abandoned last year. So was a beer named, simply, Gay, and another dating service, Cheap Gay. I'm not kidding.

(Seems the gay business hype-endless-money-available-buy-BUY-BUY is overblown. There's a lot of failed trademarks out there....)

And of course, the queer sports mess. The Outgames 1 Montreal organizing committee voluntarily abandoned Gay Games VII. Check out the nutty list of "wares"....

As for homo brands that are either on the go or getting there, check out the dating co 100% Gay, the TV and merchandising Gay Bachelor gimmick, and

Ya gots nothin' to do at work today? These are highlights from the first four pages of gay trademarks -- there are another 8 pages to go! This is our history.

ADDENDUM 15:43 on Thursday: Harumph. "Your session is no longer available." If you get that answer at the trademarks website, redo the searches for "dyke" et al here. Stupid web thingie.

March 15, 2006 9:20 AM

The case study

Sam Martin 's Mennonite beliefs led him to refuse to join the Canadian army during World War II: "The Scriptures, as I understand them, tell me not to kill." Martin was refused conscientious objector status, sent to jail for 30 days, then "handed over" to the military, where the young man continued to refuse to serve. He was sentenced by the military to 28 days in an army prison, then to another 28 days, then to 90 more days.

His punishments ranged from solitary confinement to a bread and water diet. He was often left nearly naked (since he refused to put on a military uniform), lights were kept on at all times, heat was turned off and windows were opened in the winter.

A boy in the cell across the hall was 16. He'd lied about his age to join, then deserted. The two talked through the gap under their doors, lying on their bellies. All of this info, by the way, is taken from William Janzen and Frances Greaser's thin 1990 tome, "Sam Martin Went To Prison: The Story of Conscientious Objection and Canadian Military Service."

Community pressure finally had an effect, and Martin was seen by a doctor, who warned that the conscientious objector's health was precarious. Martin was transferred back to a civilian prison for the last part of his sentence, which may well have saved his life. He'd been on bread and water for 49 days.

One of his first jobs in the civvy gaol "was to haul away the noose which had been used in a hanging." Three German soldiers "had been convicted of a murder inside their internment camp in Canada," and paid the price.

At the end of this sentence, Martin was shipped back to the army... and was punished again, being given 18 months in an Alberta provincial jail with hard labour. Martin's luck finally changed: the "hard labour" part was omitted from his transfer papers, and he was released a bit early -- back into the arms of the army. The war was long over, and he was granted a leave, and a few months later, discharged.

Authors Janzen and Greaser note that millions died during World War II. "In once sense this terrible suffering makes Sam Martin's ordeal appear small. But all suffering is finally borne by individual people."

March 14, 2006 5:20 PM

Refusing to fight

Some run out of fear, some because they won't mindlessly "follow orders." There are probably more reasons to desert the American armed forces than I, or that Allen Abney, could possibly list.

Some refuse to fight at all, becoming conscientious objectors. Authors William Janzen and Frances Greaser give a quick round-up of how the law has treated the Canadians who refused to fight in the 1990 booklet "Sam Martin Went To Prison: The Story of Conscientious Objection and Canadian Military Service."

The "conscientious objector" first made it into law in Upper Canada in 1793, where the Militia Act specifically allowed Mennonites, Tunkers and Quakers to avoid combat duty and regular exercises in what you might think of today as "the reserves." Upper Canada leaders were keen on the idea as they hoped to attract more Mennonite settlers.

Conscientious objector status was reaffirmed in 1873 by a federal cabinet order-in-council. Manitoba was courting Russian Mennonites, dontcha know.

"In spite of these promises, there were serious difficulties in World War I. The military Service Act of 1917 unintentionally divided Mennonites into two categories." Some Mennonites and Doukhobors were covered by the newer rules and were a-okay. But religious folk in Ontario -- Mennonites, Tunkers and Quakers -- came under the older rules, which exempted them only if they "had a personal conscientious belief against undertaking combatant service and belonged to a religion which the government recognized as prohibiting such service." So in the eyes of the law, these folks could still be forced to wear a uniform, or to help prop up the army's killing fields in some way -- as long they weren't actual "combatants."

Many tried to get out of fighting by declaring that their farm labour was essential -- which was, generally speaking, true.

Near the end of the Great War, the war to end all wars, exemptions began to be phased out, and the rules were applied more and more narrowly. Some non-Mennonite objectors, who didn't fall under the law, were jailed; one Pentecostal man died in a Manitoba prison, possibly after being tortured.

There was debate within the church itself, as well, about the morality of allowing others to die while Mennonites "were reaping benefits from those sacrifices." To add to the resentment of the general population, Mennonites spoke German -- the language of the enemy. After the war, Mennonite immigration was briefly banned.

A few years later, Mennonites debated alternative service -- a civilian forestry or agricultural corps; some liked the idea, others did not. "The inability to agree on the alternative service question was not crucial in the spring of 1939. Canada was not yet conscripting anyone. Indeed, the country was still not at war." That would happen on Sept. 8.

A conscription law passed in June of 1940, but was heavily qualified ("for home defence") in order to placate the anti-war majority in Quebec. Many Mennonites were nonetheless ordered to sign up with the armed forces. Some did. Others applied for, and received, conscientious objector status. The alternative service option was brought in in 1941. Some of the men whose service was diverted helped clear the brush for the Trans-Canada Highway.

But others were refused objector status: they were seen as liars or believed to be scaredy-cats. And don't underestimate a recruitment board's quota requirements and someone having a bad day whose crabby tantrum orders some shmuck into the army.

March 14, 2006 11:25 AM

Chef quits South Park

Isaac Hayes is a Scientologist. Why weren't we told?

ADDENDUM March 21: More on Scientology versus South Park.

March 23: They killed Chef. Aw.

And not aw.

March 14, 2006 10:23 AM

Où est la naughty maid?

I have a thing for French maids.

I just do, okay?

But it's all over for me gently nudging The Girlfriend into trying on a little white apron with feather duster accoutrement. My hints have never quite worked, and from here on in, the light of my life and apple of my eye is going to respond by telling me to buy a Roomba robot vacuum cleaner and... the custom Roombette La French Maid outfit made by My Room Bud.

Sigh. 'Snot the same.

(Thanks to Collision Detection for the link.)

March 13, 2006 2:14 PM

More Crash versus Brokeback Mountain

Good to see that dismissed Village Voice editor Richard Goldstein has landed on his feet. New gigs include penning a column for the homosexualist Advocate mag. And Goldstein's Feb. 28 piece takes aim at those tedious white gays who claim over and over that racism and homophobia are equivalent.

"One Gallup survey shows a growing antipathy among blacks toward gay rights," Goldstein notes. "There are many reasons for this shift. One of them stems from the perception that queers have hogged the civil rights limelight. I think that's largely true, through no fault of ours. The troubling fact is that the sound and fury over issues such as same-sex marriage provides an excuse to divert attention from racism. To add insult to injury, some LGBT leaders act is if their struggle is comparable to that of blacks.

"I'm not suggesting that racism and homophobia have nothing in common. Both are rooted in society's need to create a demonic and degraded 'other.' Matthew Shepard's murder certainly was a lynching. But that doesn't mean all forms of bigotry are alike.

"Racism has played a central role in American history; homophobia has not. Racism has an enduring economic impact on its victims; homophobia has not. Plenty of gays are impoverished, but most of them are people of colour. Homosexuals have never been legally segregated or denied the right to vote. The enormous strides made by the LGBT movement in only three decades demand that we ask ourselves a difficult question: Is homophobia as intractable as racism? In the United States, I think it's not....

"I write as a gay white man and as a member of a group -- Jews -- whose 'whiteness' was not always taken for granted. I'm offended when the AIDS crisis is compared to the Holocaust. Why shouldn't people of colour be appalled when the gay struggle is linked to theirs?"

March 13, 2006 2:11 PM

The real power

Beneath the rule of men entirely great
the pen is mightier than the sword.

The auteur Edward George Bulwer-Lytton wrote that by-now clichéd phrase. And yeah, I have a story. Or two.

I was in high school -- years ago -- when students at the university campus down the road picked up their new handbook; it included an introduction calling for the acceptance of homosexuals. Dissenters lit a bonfire, the flames desiccating dozens of the manuals into ash.

Well, I wanted to move people -- and it was obvious that words were the way to do it.

When I got my first journalism job, I wrote a radical feminist editorial about how all men are potential rapists. A male colleague flipped, ranting at me about what a load of offensive crap it was to paint all men as sick slimes.

It was the only editorial, out of the dozens that I sweated over, that he ever spoke to me about. And that gave me a final truth: words are mighty, they do get a reaction -- but only if you savagely disagree with the words.

March 9, 2006 10:02 AM

Rotisserie league

Are you an obsessive-compulsive insomniac desperate for something to do at 4 a.m.? Try Blogshares, the fantasy blog stock market. (And beware of the cheatypants.)

March 8, 2006 12:20 PM

There'll be no posing in People with sweetie and baby

Opera and jazz singer Ada de Luque, based in Miami, discusses (in this newspaper, but the text is unavailable online) the difficulties of the trade: "I once asked the great Renata Tebaldi why she didn't sing anymore. Her reply was, 'I started living when I stopped singing.' Though singing is gratifying, it involves sacrifice. You have to take care of your instrument, which means keeping away from people with colds. Sometimes you are afraid to shake hands. Keep away from dairy products that can be congestive. You can't shout. There are many restrictions."

The piece continues: "Speaking of restrictions, de Luque is protective of her private life.

"While she is open about being a lesbian, she declines to share any other personal details, except to say that she is happy. She says she understands why many singers choose not to speak about being gay or lesbian.

"'You lose a certain percentage of the audience,' she says matter-of-factly. 'And the audience that remains looks at you in a different manner. When you are an opera singer, you are acting a role, and you want the audience to believe that.'"
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