They are our fathers, our mothers, our grandparents, our history.
In the course of my day, I have occasion to visit a variety of nursing homes where I am confronted with the inevitability of aging. These residences vary in cleanliness, amenities, and staff commitment. But through all, one thing remains constant: the residents, themselves.
Their faces are tired, worn, etched deeply with experience and often, hardship. Their bodies and minds have betrayed them, leaving them pale shadows of their former selves.
If they are lucky, they are engaged by well-intentioned yet overworked staff. If they aren’t lucky, they are stacked in forgotten corners like so many unread books: full of stories and life if one only took the time and trouble to open them up.
Outside each resident’s room is a showcase of sorts for displaying their respective memorabilia. Taking the time to peruse the photographic memories of days long gone by, you are reminded that these people were once vital, vibrant members of society who made an impact on the world. They had children and friends and lovers and successes and failures.
Not a visit passes where I don’t find myself choked up at the sight of pleading, hopeful eyes; frantic waves; sometimes haunting wails. I offer what little I can: a smile, a wave, a kind word. Sometimes it’s all I can do to get out of there without breaking down.
What lessons do I take from these visits? I suppose I see a possible future reflected in their desperate eyes. Maybe I am spurred on not to take life for granted, that I should make the most of the time I have in the world.
Mostly, I offer a plea of my own: that those who have family in these homes will not leave them to fade away unremarked. Spend some time with them, even if it is just to share the warmth of physical contact. Tell them a story. Ask them theirs. Get to know your history. One day it could be you in there and you would be glad that somebody took the trouble to remember your life…
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Hidden Treasure
There is a special place one finds only at the end of a perfect weekend - after the wining, after the dining, after the swaying, after the ice-cream.
It’s a place surprisingly not too far off the beaten track yet seemingly untouched by the sounds and struggles of the city.
A place where waves gently kiss the rocks; where geese and ducks and otters happen by with casual familiarity; a place where memories go to cement their position in the albums of the mind; a place marked by emotion where all can be said with a caress.
I cannot tell you the location of this haven since it is unique to each person. Suffice to say that for a brief moment in time, I found that place and have made a promise to my soul to one day return.
We should all be so lucky...
It’s a place surprisingly not too far off the beaten track yet seemingly untouched by the sounds and struggles of the city.
A place where waves gently kiss the rocks; where geese and ducks and otters happen by with casual familiarity; a place where memories go to cement their position in the albums of the mind; a place marked by emotion where all can be said with a caress.
I cannot tell you the location of this haven since it is unique to each person. Suffice to say that for a brief moment in time, I found that place and have made a promise to my soul to one day return.
We should all be so lucky...
Monday, August 06, 2007
Optimist, Pessimist or Realist?
Some people see the glass as half full. Others see it as half empty. Me, I just wonder who's been drinking my bloody drink!
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
The Return of The Lone Monkey!
As you may (or may not) have noticed, I’ve been away for quite awhile. At first it was a general apathy: lack of incendiary subject matter plus a belief that no one was really reading this blog anyway.
Then there was a personal setback, namely the dissolution of my relationship with The Geeky Cat. It came as quite a shock to me so there was a certain amount of necessary analytical navel-gazing and rehashing of events in my mind, trying to make sense of the situation and going through the inevitable stages of rebuilding one’s self esteem and eventually, looking to the future toward the signposts of hope.
But I won’t go into detail. Almost everyone has their own experiences in this field and each is unique. All that needs to be said is that I am back with a renewed vigor and hopefully, some subjects of interest.
To wit: Vegansexuals!
The term was coined by Annie Potts (not of TV’s “Designing Women”), the co-director of the New Zealand Centre for Human and Animal Studies at Canterbury University in New Zealand, after she had conducted research on the lives of "cruelty-free consumers". According to Potts, Vegansexuals are people who do not eat any meat or animal products and who choose not to be sexually intimate with non-vegan partners whose bodies, they say, are made up of dead animals.
Apparently, some of the female respondents admitted to being attracted to male carnivores but drew the line at sexual intimacy because their bodies “were made up of animal carcasses”. (When you put it like that it’s not exactly an aphrodisiac…)
Having been in a relationship with a vegetarian, I noticed no such extremes. In fact, it opened my epicurean tastes to a whole new world. But I suppose that with any extreme philosophy, logic doesn’t always walk hand in hand. I mean, whether we adhere to a strict vegan (or vegetarian) diet or not, we’re still animals. And yes, apparently what you eat can (how can I put this delicately) affect the “flavour” of bodily fluids. But I suppose the bottom line is that it all comes down to a matter of personal taste (pun intended).
This also brings to mind other diverse philosophies which may give rise to relationship incompatibility. For instance, I always find it fascinating that people of differing political views see this as a relationship deal-breaker (perhaps more so in the U.S.). There is also the issue of smokers and non-smokers. Can they exist happily in coupled bliss?
Perhaps (if there are actually any of you reading this) you could send me your comments on relationship incompatibilities that you’ve experienced. And if you want to read the article on Vegansexuals, click here.
Then there was a personal setback, namely the dissolution of my relationship with The Geeky Cat. It came as quite a shock to me so there was a certain amount of necessary analytical navel-gazing and rehashing of events in my mind, trying to make sense of the situation and going through the inevitable stages of rebuilding one’s self esteem and eventually, looking to the future toward the signposts of hope.
But I won’t go into detail. Almost everyone has their own experiences in this field and each is unique. All that needs to be said is that I am back with a renewed vigor and hopefully, some subjects of interest.
To wit: Vegansexuals!
The term was coined by Annie Potts (not of TV’s “Designing Women”), the co-director of the New Zealand Centre for Human and Animal Studies at Canterbury University in New Zealand, after she had conducted research on the lives of "cruelty-free consumers". According to Potts, Vegansexuals are people who do not eat any meat or animal products and who choose not to be sexually intimate with non-vegan partners whose bodies, they say, are made up of dead animals.
Apparently, some of the female respondents admitted to being attracted to male carnivores but drew the line at sexual intimacy because their bodies “were made up of animal carcasses”. (When you put it like that it’s not exactly an aphrodisiac…)
Having been in a relationship with a vegetarian, I noticed no such extremes. In fact, it opened my epicurean tastes to a whole new world. But I suppose that with any extreme philosophy, logic doesn’t always walk hand in hand. I mean, whether we adhere to a strict vegan (or vegetarian) diet or not, we’re still animals. And yes, apparently what you eat can (how can I put this delicately) affect the “flavour” of bodily fluids. But I suppose the bottom line is that it all comes down to a matter of personal taste (pun intended).
This also brings to mind other diverse philosophies which may give rise to relationship incompatibility. For instance, I always find it fascinating that people of differing political views see this as a relationship deal-breaker (perhaps more so in the U.S.). There is also the issue of smokers and non-smokers. Can they exist happily in coupled bliss?
Perhaps (if there are actually any of you reading this) you could send me your comments on relationship incompatibilities that you’ve experienced. And if you want to read the article on Vegansexuals, click here.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
The Force is still with me...
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…
Actually, it was 30 years ago (long enough!) that a young boy sat in a movie theatre with his older brother and watched a whole new world unfold before him with unprecedented spectacle. That boy was, of course, me. And the movie was Star Wars.
From the opening scroll to the exhilarating climactic battle, dazzling sights and sounds thrilled and inspired me to become the sci-fi geek I am today (not that there is much science in George Lucas’ universe, but who cares).
Actually, it was 30 years ago (long enough!) that a young boy sat in a movie theatre with his older brother and watched a whole new world unfold before him with unprecedented spectacle. That boy was, of course, me. And the movie was Star Wars.
From the opening scroll to the exhilarating climactic battle, dazzling sights and sounds thrilled and inspired me to become the sci-fi geek I am today (not that there is much science in George Lucas’ universe, but who cares).
I can still remember coming out of the Manulife Centre (we saw it at The Varsity Theatre) dodging imaginary laser blasts and dispatching several “stormtroopers” with a few of my own. (Stormtroopers are notoriously bad shots.)
There have been many pretenders to the throne since Star Wars debuted and though the groundbreaking effects may be deemed obsolete by today’s CGI standards, I don’t think a movie has captured the collective imagination of a generation the way that movie did. In a way, I feel sorry for kids who weren’t around to enjoy the original Star Wars mania and have to be content with Lucas’ subsequent prequels which, though visually impressive, remain an exercise in sensory overload and sterile storytelling.
But I’ll always be grateful that I happened to be at the right place at the right time in history: the time a young boy was rocketed toward a destiny he never dreamed possible – both on and off the screen.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
A Hair-raising Question
Ever wonder why the ‘Hitler’ moustache never caught on? I mean, as far as brutal dictators go, he was definitely right up there. You’d have thought that there would have been all manner of Nazi worshippers lined up at the barber to have their ‘stache trimmed to emulate their idol; that it would have been on the top five “must have” list of the master race.
Then there was Saddam Hussein. Just about every Iraqi male of hair-growing age had one of his moustaches. Maybe Hitler wanted to remain unique whereas Saddam saw the potential for mistaken identity as a form of personal protection.
Either way, creepy moustache + brutal dictator = bad news.
Then there was Saddam Hussein. Just about every Iraqi male of hair-growing age had one of his moustaches. Maybe Hitler wanted to remain unique whereas Saddam saw the potential for mistaken identity as a form of personal protection.
Either way, creepy moustache + brutal dictator = bad news.
Friday, May 04, 2007
The TTC: A Religious Experience
Whilst riding the TTC bus today, I saw an ad for something called “Bus Stop Bible Studies”. It consisted of a Bible passage and a “thought provoking” question designed to promote reader introspection.
Although I’m an atheist, I understand that some people have a need for religion in their lives and have no problem with that as long as there is no proselytizing. The ad did not offend me by its presence but I began to wonder what public reaction would be if there was a similar ad displaying quotes from the Quran. Would Christian riders be offended that they were exposed to this on their daily journey? Would they feel threatened? Logical thought would suggest that they wouldn’t be. But if there is one thing I’ve learned about the religiously devout - sometimes faith defies logic.
So in this age of religious intolerance and hypersensitivity, I’m curious what you, my loyal readers (you are out there, aren’t you?) think on the matter.
Although I’m an atheist, I understand that some people have a need for religion in their lives and have no problem with that as long as there is no proselytizing. The ad did not offend me by its presence but I began to wonder what public reaction would be if there was a similar ad displaying quotes from the Quran. Would Christian riders be offended that they were exposed to this on their daily journey? Would they feel threatened? Logical thought would suggest that they wouldn’t be. But if there is one thing I’ve learned about the religiously devout - sometimes faith defies logic.
So in this age of religious intolerance and hypersensitivity, I’m curious what you, my loyal readers (you are out there, aren’t you?) think on the matter.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
In Loving Memory
August 1, 1994 – May 1, 2007Buster Shepherd was cantankerous, persnickety, and one of the most loving dogs I’ve ever known.
He was adored by his ‘parents’ (my brother, Wes and sister-in-law, Anne); worshipped by his brother, Jake (a Chocolate Lab); and taunted with affection by his sister, Elsa (a cranky-yet-lovable tortoiseshell cat).
On numerous occasions, I had the pleasure of pet-sitting the family during which time I quickly learned who was in charge of the home. Long before the Blackberry, Buster was a living, breathing organism of organization, keeping track of every meal, every snack and every outing he and his brother were due, with almost obsessive precision. If I lapsed in the doling out of any of their treats, Buster would stare quizzically at me, one lip curled under his tooth, not letting the matter rest until all was right with the world.
Jake was the more laid back of the two because he had complete faith that Buster would take care of all their needs. They could often be found sleeping curled up next to one another, perhaps one soothing the other with a comforting tongue-bath. Sometimes, Buster would even be found snuggled up with Elsa (the cat) and almost seemed embarrassed to be discovered in their tryst.
Sadly, Buster was not in the best of health, suffering from many joint ailments and assorted infections. On May 1, 2007, after much agonizing by his parents, Buster was put to sleep where he will rest, as they say, in peace.
So many wonderful memories of a dog with so much life and character. I will never forget that old fellow…
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
The Journey Continues...
So this past Sunday, The Geeky Cat and I set out on what we thought would be an exhilarating hike through the Mimico Creek area with the Toronto Field Naturalists. It started out well enough but we soon realized that the group was more interested in fossil hunting than strolling - which is fine because that’s what they do. But we were interested in the further exploration of the hidden treasures in our city so while the crowd began to move on to the next fossil site, we quietly sauntered away toward our own path. 
We spent the afternoon ambling through a variety of neighborhoods each offering their own unique and appealing charms and even came across some urban wildlife (see photo).
Our expedition culminated with a sojourn (as should all good adventures) at a the Coffee Tree Roastery which boasts a very isolated back patio. Appetites sated, we basked in the late afternoon sun, contemplating nothing but the many journeys ahead…
We spent the afternoon ambling through a variety of neighborhoods each offering their own unique and appealing charms and even came across some urban wildlife (see photo).
Our expedition culminated with a sojourn (as should all good adventures) at a the Coffee Tree Roastery which boasts a very isolated back patio. Appetites sated, we basked in the late afternoon sun, contemplating nothing but the many journeys ahead…
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Look Who's Talking
I used to think that talk radio was for the cranky old fart who spent his retired years compiling a list of political rants, personal complaints and physical ailments to phone in to the nearest talk radio show. It seemed like a forum for the person who can’t relate to that crazy rock ‘n’ roll that the kids are listening to and who finds solace in the misery of other similar souls.
In the last couple of years, my workday has given me more opportunity to listen to the radio for long periods of time and I found that I soon tired of the repetitive “New Rock”, “Classic Rock”, “Best Rock HiTZ”, and don’t even get me started on “Soft Rock”.
Then came CFRB.
Far from the dry, dull, sleep-inducing radio shows I expected, I found programs that informed, entertained and challenged me to think about things I never thought I’d be interested in (i.e. politics). In short, CFRB actually makes me feel smarter, stimulating reactions and opinions on a wide variety of subjects.
Whether you prefer the politically left leanings of the logical, incisive, articulate and amusing John Moore; the solid right hook of passionate, fiery morning anchor Bill Carroll; the mannered, sensitive, nice-guy charm of Leslie Roberts; or the laid back stream of consciousness zaniness of Jim Richards, there is a flavour of radio show sure to inform and provide a pleasant diversion from the music of the day. (Toronto’s “New Rock” will still be there when you need it. Trust me; they’ll probably still be playing the same songs.)
So if you’re in Toronto, tune in to 1010 on your AM dial or if you're elsewhere on the globe, check them out at http://www.cfrb.com/ on the web. It won’t make you a cranky old fart.
In the last couple of years, my workday has given me more opportunity to listen to the radio for long periods of time and I found that I soon tired of the repetitive “New Rock”, “Classic Rock”, “Best Rock HiTZ”, and don’t even get me started on “Soft Rock”.
Then came CFRB.
Far from the dry, dull, sleep-inducing radio shows I expected, I found programs that informed, entertained and challenged me to think about things I never thought I’d be interested in (i.e. politics). In short, CFRB actually makes me feel smarter, stimulating reactions and opinions on a wide variety of subjects.
Whether you prefer the politically left leanings of the logical, incisive, articulate and amusing John Moore; the solid right hook of passionate, fiery morning anchor Bill Carroll; the mannered, sensitive, nice-guy charm of Leslie Roberts; or the laid back stream of consciousness zaniness of Jim Richards, there is a flavour of radio show sure to inform and provide a pleasant diversion from the music of the day. (Toronto’s “New Rock” will still be there when you need it. Trust me; they’ll probably still be playing the same songs.)
So if you’re in Toronto, tune in to 1010 on your AM dial or if you're elsewhere on the globe, check them out at http://www.cfrb.com/ on the web. It won’t make you a cranky old fart.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Ties to The Motherland
It was very English today. Steely grey clouds, brisk cool winds - unsure whether they blow from winter or toward spring, and a bleak colour palette reserved for only the loneliest of English moors.
This atmosphere made me nostalgic for the place I once called home though it’s not been my home for over 35 years. Yet somehow, though family, friends and loved ones are all here, I still hear a somewhat melancholy whisper beckoning me home. Maybe it’s because I’ve got rain water running through my veins…
This atmosphere made me nostalgic for the place I once called home though it’s not been my home for over 35 years. Yet somehow, though family, friends and loved ones are all here, I still hear a somewhat melancholy whisper beckoning me home. Maybe it’s because I’ve got rain water running through my veins…
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Looks Can Be Deceiving
The Geeky Cat turned me on to this site. It’s called The Age Project and basically consists of a database of photos provided by volunteers (possibly even you) where the visitor is given the opportunity to guess a random person’s age.
Check it out: http://ageproject.specialsnowflake.com
It’s just a little bit of fun and, strangely, somewhat addictive. I’ve even added my own photo. See how well you guess. Maybe you can use this skill to get a job at a carnival!
Check it out: http://ageproject.specialsnowflake.com
It’s just a little bit of fun and, strangely, somewhat addictive. I’ve even added my own photo. See how well you guess. Maybe you can use this skill to get a job at a carnival!
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Silent Screams...
I’m not a roller coaster fan. Or of any of those head-spinning, gut-churning, lunch-spewing rides for that matter. Don’t quite see the point in them. But I do understand that some people live for the edge-of-your-seat (quite literally) thrills that these contraptions provoke and even look forward to the emotional release a lung full of ‘scream’ can provide. If you’re one of those people then I would advise you not to visit the Scandia Family Fun Center of Sacramento California to ride the unfortunately named Scandia Screamer.
It seems complaints from neighbours of the amusement park about “bloodcurdling” screams coming from patrons of the gigantic, 16-storey, windmill-like structure have prompted a ban on shrieking, loud laughing, screaming and basically any noise the ride generates.
As passengers are strapped into the two metal baskets, the operator recites this warning: "We are required to remove you from this ride if you make any noise. If you feel you might make a noise, please cover your mouth tightly with your hand, like this (The operator then covers mouth with hand). If we hear any noise through your hand, we will remove you from the ride. So please remain silent and enjoy the screamer."
I wouldn’t want to live so close to an amusement park but that begs the question as to why the park was built so close to a residential neighbourhood and how it got planning permission to begin with.
It should be noted that the park is adjacent to a high-end restaurant where you’re not allowed to eat any of the food and down the street from a strip joint where you’re forbidden to look at any of the dancers.
Sounds like such a fun place to live I could just scream!
It seems complaints from neighbours of the amusement park about “bloodcurdling” screams coming from patrons of the gigantic, 16-storey, windmill-like structure have prompted a ban on shrieking, loud laughing, screaming and basically any noise the ride generates.
As passengers are strapped into the two metal baskets, the operator recites this warning: "We are required to remove you from this ride if you make any noise. If you feel you might make a noise, please cover your mouth tightly with your hand, like this (The operator then covers mouth with hand). If we hear any noise through your hand, we will remove you from the ride. So please remain silent and enjoy the screamer."
I wouldn’t want to live so close to an amusement park but that begs the question as to why the park was built so close to a residential neighbourhood and how it got planning permission to begin with.
It should be noted that the park is adjacent to a high-end restaurant where you’re not allowed to eat any of the food and down the street from a strip joint where you’re forbidden to look at any of the dancers.
Sounds like such a fun place to live I could just scream!
Monday, April 02, 2007
The Path We Choose...
If you do what you’ve always done you’re going to get what you’ve always gotten.
I’m not sure where I first heard those words. They’ve been rattling around in my head for so long that I’ve almost convinced myself that they’re mine. They lay dormant in the deep recesses of my mind, waiting for the time when life seems stagnant and time has stolen my hopes and dreams and filled my ambition with a cold and lonely chill. It is then that those words stab through the negativity, prodding and spurring me into action, reinvigorating my motivation and refocusing my aim on my goals.
Only this time, I feel like I’m fooling myself. This time I feel a sense of panic, of not knowing which way to turn to find my way or which changes to make to lead me toward my prize. And the rapid passage of time only increases that anxiety. My one bright spot (and she knows who she is) is prevented from becoming brighter because of my current limitations and I feel I can’t move forward in the way that I want.
But I have no choice. There is only forward. I have to keep reminding myself that life is not a contest. I have to remain true to who I am and what I want otherwise what am I living it for? I also know that it is because of the struggles that I face that when I do taste the life I’ve been looking for, it will be so, so sweet.
So although I always feel like I’m swimming against the current of general society, and onlookers may find my choices suspect and my ambitions impractical, I can only paraphrase the words of a cinematic icon (bonus points if you can guess who):
My destiny lies along a different path…
I’m not sure where I first heard those words. They’ve been rattling around in my head for so long that I’ve almost convinced myself that they’re mine. They lay dormant in the deep recesses of my mind, waiting for the time when life seems stagnant and time has stolen my hopes and dreams and filled my ambition with a cold and lonely chill. It is then that those words stab through the negativity, prodding and spurring me into action, reinvigorating my motivation and refocusing my aim on my goals.
Only this time, I feel like I’m fooling myself. This time I feel a sense of panic, of not knowing which way to turn to find my way or which changes to make to lead me toward my prize. And the rapid passage of time only increases that anxiety. My one bright spot (and she knows who she is) is prevented from becoming brighter because of my current limitations and I feel I can’t move forward in the way that I want.
But I have no choice. There is only forward. I have to keep reminding myself that life is not a contest. I have to remain true to who I am and what I want otherwise what am I living it for? I also know that it is because of the struggles that I face that when I do taste the life I’ve been looking for, it will be so, so sweet.
So although I always feel like I’m swimming against the current of general society, and onlookers may find my choices suspect and my ambitions impractical, I can only paraphrase the words of a cinematic icon (bonus points if you can guess who):
My destiny lies along a different path…
Friday, March 23, 2007
Are You Hot Enough?
Finding one’s soul mate is a subject very dear to me as I believe everyone deserves to find the “lid” for their “pot”. In fact, my empathy runs so deep that I even wanted to start my own dating business a number of years ago and still sometimes entertain the idea of working in a field that brings lonely hearts together. So when I heard of a new online dating site today, my interest was indeed piqued.
It’s called HotEnough.org and purports to fill a void in the industry by showcasing “attractive, fit singles” in an “above average dating pool” who are selectively screened and voted on (based on looks) by other members to gain access to the club.
On the surface, this may sound like a crass and superficial alternative to the dating scene and one to be eschewed by deeper-feeling singletons. But when you think about it, it only emphasizes the fact that our dating requirements are as varied as our personalities. It’s no secret that there are shallow, superficial people out there. Let them have a forum to search for their version of a soul mate. It will free up your time to look for people of substance on some of the other sites without having to wade through the shallow waters of this supposedly more attractive dating pool.
It’s a win-win situation!
It’s called HotEnough.org and purports to fill a void in the industry by showcasing “attractive, fit singles” in an “above average dating pool” who are selectively screened and voted on (based on looks) by other members to gain access to the club.
On the surface, this may sound like a crass and superficial alternative to the dating scene and one to be eschewed by deeper-feeling singletons. But when you think about it, it only emphasizes the fact that our dating requirements are as varied as our personalities. It’s no secret that there are shallow, superficial people out there. Let them have a forum to search for their version of a soul mate. It will free up your time to look for people of substance on some of the other sites without having to wade through the shallow waters of this supposedly more attractive dating pool.
It’s a win-win situation!
Monday, March 19, 2007
The Flight of Your Life
A First Class passenger on a British Airways flight from Delhi to London was awakened by a disturbance caused by cabin crew placing a corpse in a seat at the end of his row.
Yes, a corpse.
The passenger awoke without any clue as to what was going on and noticed a woman looking quite “ill” and slipping under the seat belt from the motion of the plane. It was only when he asked the cabin crew what had happened that he was told she was dead. Apparently, there was no room in economy class (no surprise) for the body so she was “upgraded” to First Class. (If you’ve got to go, it may as well be in style!)
As if that wasn’t disturbing enough, the passenger spent the rest of the flight subjected to the “wailing” of the woman’s bereaved daughter in what he described as an “intense, primal” sound.
I know it must have been very upsetting and shocking to the relatives of the deceased, and the passenger tried to tolerate the “wailing” as long as he could (even using earplugs), but when he asked staff if something could be done he was told that he should “get over it” and that he would not be compensated.
I’m not sure how I would react. I consider myself to be a sensitive fellow but I think the experience would have been more than a little disturbing. Maybe I would have tried to console the daughter in an effort to calm her down.
On the other hand I think the airline’s reaction was reprehensible. They were the ones that had no procedure for handling this event and they expect their passengers to suffer. And before you say that no one could have foreseen this happening, bear in mind that Singapore Airlines has something called a “Corpse Cupboard” for just such an emergency. (Just how often are people dropping dead on these flights, anyway?!?) So next time you’re looking for a place to stow that oversized piece of luggage you smuggled on board, I’d think very carefully before opening any doors…
Yes, a corpse.
The passenger awoke without any clue as to what was going on and noticed a woman looking quite “ill” and slipping under the seat belt from the motion of the plane. It was only when he asked the cabin crew what had happened that he was told she was dead. Apparently, there was no room in economy class (no surprise) for the body so she was “upgraded” to First Class. (If you’ve got to go, it may as well be in style!)
As if that wasn’t disturbing enough, the passenger spent the rest of the flight subjected to the “wailing” of the woman’s bereaved daughter in what he described as an “intense, primal” sound.
I know it must have been very upsetting and shocking to the relatives of the deceased, and the passenger tried to tolerate the “wailing” as long as he could (even using earplugs), but when he asked staff if something could be done he was told that he should “get over it” and that he would not be compensated.
I’m not sure how I would react. I consider myself to be a sensitive fellow but I think the experience would have been more than a little disturbing. Maybe I would have tried to console the daughter in an effort to calm her down.
On the other hand I think the airline’s reaction was reprehensible. They were the ones that had no procedure for handling this event and they expect their passengers to suffer. And before you say that no one could have foreseen this happening, bear in mind that Singapore Airlines has something called a “Corpse Cupboard” for just such an emergency. (Just how often are people dropping dead on these flights, anyway?!?) So next time you’re looking for a place to stow that oversized piece of luggage you smuggled on board, I’d think very carefully before opening any doors…
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
The end is nigh...
I know I said this wasn’t going to be an American Idol-focused blog but some new information has come to my attention.
You probably know that the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are traditionally named Pestilence, War, Famine and Death. But what you may not know is that riding behind them, on a decidedly sickly mule, is the fifth horsemen known only as Sanjaya. After much research, I have found that the reason this horseman rides behind the others is that he is weighed down by the rather hefty horseshoe sticking out of his bottom.
This can be the only explanation of why Sanjaya, He of the Feminine Mane, has managed to survive yet another week of elimination on American Idol and is a sure sign that the end of the world is near. Hold your loved ones close for He still lurks out there…
You probably know that the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are traditionally named Pestilence, War, Famine and Death. But what you may not know is that riding behind them, on a decidedly sickly mule, is the fifth horsemen known only as Sanjaya. After much research, I have found that the reason this horseman rides behind the others is that he is weighed down by the rather hefty horseshoe sticking out of his bottom.
This can be the only explanation of why Sanjaya, He of the Feminine Mane, has managed to survive yet another week of elimination on American Idol and is a sure sign that the end of the world is near. Hold your loved ones close for He still lurks out there…
Monday, March 12, 2007
Who is The Geeky Cat?
In my haste to launch The Tales of The Lone Monkey, I left my personal information purposely sparse. I figured that you, the reader, would come to learn the pertinent facts as and when circumstances dictated. But after yesterday’s entry, I realized that I’d left out one very important part of my life: The Geeky Cat. She is also known as Diana and in the past year and a half she has become more important to me than I ever thought a person could be.
Don't worry; this won’t turn into a Harlequin Romance blog, replete with heaving bosoms and burning passions. But it would be impossible for me to talk about life, the universe and everything without referencing her because that is what she is to me.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Walking the Geeky Cat
Since I've known The Geeky Cat, she has opened my eyes to many wonderful neighbourhoods in our city that I had been taking for granted. Toronto is a multicultural, multi-layered city with rich history oozing out of its foundations. 
Today we took advantage of the very early Spring-like weather to stroll through High Park, wading through “rivers” of melting snow and observing wildlife of both human and non-human varieties.
Today we took advantage of the very early Spring-like weather to stroll through High Park, wading through “rivers” of melting snow and observing wildlife of both human and non-human varieties.
From there we walked along the lake shore (surprisingly empty for such a mild day) where the last remnants of the winter chill succumbed to the relative warmth of the March sunshine, leaving only a few icy monuments of proof.
We wended our way up Roncesvalles, an area I’d driven through but never walked, where we marveled at the many unique shops and restaurants, vowing to return when our appetites and desires were more cooperative.
Though there were many cafes to choose from, we settled on the more familiar and reliable Timothy’s where we rejuvenated our energy, ensconced in the plush comfy chairs, while munching on gingerbread monkeys (doesn't everyone know about gingerbread monkeys?).
Satisfied with our adventure, we headed home. There is so much to explore in this city and I am ever grateful that my Geeky Cat is able to share these wonders with me.
We wended our way up Roncesvalles, an area I’d driven through but never walked, where we marveled at the many unique shops and restaurants, vowing to return when our appetites and desires were more cooperative.
Though there were many cafes to choose from, we settled on the more familiar and reliable Timothy’s where we rejuvenated our energy, ensconced in the plush comfy chairs, while munching on gingerbread monkeys (doesn't everyone know about gingerbread monkeys?).
Satisfied with our adventure, we headed home. There is so much to explore in this city and I am ever grateful that my Geeky Cat is able to share these wonders with me.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Is "Lost" lost?
I confess that when the passengers of Oceanic Flight 815 first crashed onto the beaches of the mysterious island, I was completely plugged into their plight and was intrigued by their individual histories. Weekly, I perched on the edge of my seat with the rest of the world, waiting to see what secrets lay behind the hatch door; to catch a glimpse of the monster rustling in the shadows of the jungle; and to discover just exactly who “The Others” were.
But now, as each new episode airs, I meet it with an ennui I haven’t felt since the final convoluted days of The X Files – a show that became so mired in its own mythology that it simply imploded.
Despite the claims of the Lost’s producers that they have an endgame cunningly planned out, it feels distinctly as if they are making up the story as they go, adding new characters each time an actor’s off-set antics requires their on-screen persona be killed off. The back-stories that once fleshed out a character’s present situation and advanced the narrative now seem like plot-diverting filler. There are still the odd hooks here and there but I get the distinct impression that we are taking one step forward and two steps back, toward a conclusion that I care less and less about each week.
Will I hang in? Probably. At least until the island residents have to play a life-or-death basketball game against the Harlem Globetrotters.
But now, as each new episode airs, I meet it with an ennui I haven’t felt since the final convoluted days of The X Files – a show that became so mired in its own mythology that it simply imploded.
Despite the claims of the Lost’s producers that they have an endgame cunningly planned out, it feels distinctly as if they are making up the story as they go, adding new characters each time an actor’s off-set antics requires their on-screen persona be killed off. The back-stories that once fleshed out a character’s present situation and advanced the narrative now seem like plot-diverting filler. There are still the odd hooks here and there but I get the distinct impression that we are taking one step forward and two steps back, toward a conclusion that I care less and less about each week.
Will I hang in? Probably. At least until the island residents have to play a life-or-death basketball game against the Harlem Globetrotters.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
The Vasectomy That Saved The World
Finally saw An Inconvenient Truth the other day. A lot of startling images and facts provoked just the right amount of thought. Whether you believe that humankind is at least partly responsible for the current environmental crisis or not, it’s undeniable that there are scary things afoot.
One of the most disturbing facts was that since 1950, the world’s population has grown from 2.5 billion to roughly 6.5 billion. It is projected that by 2050, the population will have risen to a staggering 9.1 billion! If carbon dioxide is a major contributor to global warming and human beings are notorious for spewing forth CO2, what will this increased output do to an already ailing environment?
With that in mind, I feel quite proud that I am doing my part to save the planet. Before “global warming” had even entered the popular lexicon, I had decided that I would not be bringing a child into this world. At that time my rationale was, “one less mouth to feed.” Under current conditions, perhaps a more appropriate mantra would be, “one less mouth that breathes.”
So do your part to save our world: recycle; use energy-wise light bulbs; and have yourself fixed. Your planet will thank you.
One of the most disturbing facts was that since 1950, the world’s population has grown from 2.5 billion to roughly 6.5 billion. It is projected that by 2050, the population will have risen to a staggering 9.1 billion! If carbon dioxide is a major contributor to global warming and human beings are notorious for spewing forth CO2, what will this increased output do to an already ailing environment?
With that in mind, I feel quite proud that I am doing my part to save the planet. Before “global warming” had even entered the popular lexicon, I had decided that I would not be bringing a child into this world. At that time my rationale was, “one less mouth to feed.” Under current conditions, perhaps a more appropriate mantra would be, “one less mouth that breathes.”
So do your part to save our world: recycle; use energy-wise light bulbs; and have yourself fixed. Your planet will thank you.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Safe Sex for Squirrels
In Santa Monica, California, officials are going to try to stem the rampant breeding of squirrels in Palisades Park by injecting them with an immuno-contraceptive vaccine which will stunt their sexual development.
Apparently, this unchecked propagation has led to massive overcrowding in tree dwellings (“tree slums” as one witness describes the situation); a rapid rise in RTD’s (Rodentially Transmitted Diseases); and a serious increase in rodent-on-rodent crime. A senior city official (who wishes to remain nameless) is quoted as saying, “your nuts just aren’t safe anymore”.
While some animal activists might claim this forced contraception violates the civil rights of the squirrels, it is hoped that without the added burden of child rearing, squirrels will be able to focus their energies on other things like career, philosophy, and the arts. Who knows, we could be at the doorstep of a squirrel renaissance period (short-lived since there won’t be any future generations of squirrels to carry on the trend).
Apparently, this unchecked propagation has led to massive overcrowding in tree dwellings (“tree slums” as one witness describes the situation); a rapid rise in RTD’s (Rodentially Transmitted Diseases); and a serious increase in rodent-on-rodent crime. A senior city official (who wishes to remain nameless) is quoted as saying, “your nuts just aren’t safe anymore”.
While some animal activists might claim this forced contraception violates the civil rights of the squirrels, it is hoped that without the added burden of child rearing, squirrels will be able to focus their energies on other things like career, philosophy, and the arts. Who knows, we could be at the doorstep of a squirrel renaissance period (short-lived since there won’t be any future generations of squirrels to carry on the trend).
Sunday, March 04, 2007
It's Hope's Round...
Hope is indeed a shifty fellow. He presents his hand, with smiles of comfort and whispers of promise. Then, when you need him most, you find he’s just nipped out to the toilet. You’re left alone at the bar with nothing to do but await his return. And guess who has to pay for the drinks…
Thursday, March 01, 2007
The truth is a bitter pill...
We all have skeletons.
Some are so grisly as to scupper any chance at a normal life. Some so awful you will be shunned from your village without a second thought.
So I feel it’s best to come clean about mine before it’s too late; before The Lone Monkey finds fame and fortune and those who seek to destroy him trundle out this ugly fact for their own nefarious means.
There is no easy way to put this so I’ll just say it: I watch American Idol.
I’m not proud of it but it’s true. I avoided it all year last year but this year I stumbled on the early elimination rounds to get to the final 32. That is where you start to get a feel for the contestants and where you are the most vulnerable to their personal sob stories. So I'm hooked until the end.
But without turning this into an A.I. intensive blog, I just want to say that I have my favourite (Lakisha is one powerhouse, baby!) and I hope she makes it. By the way: what’s the deal with Sanjaya?!?! He’s so drippy and wispy, both in voice and stage presence. I think people are voting for his hair.
I will now go away and follow the rest of the season, at peace with my shame.
Some are so grisly as to scupper any chance at a normal life. Some so awful you will be shunned from your village without a second thought.
So I feel it’s best to come clean about mine before it’s too late; before The Lone Monkey finds fame and fortune and those who seek to destroy him trundle out this ugly fact for their own nefarious means.
There is no easy way to put this so I’ll just say it: I watch American Idol.
I’m not proud of it but it’s true. I avoided it all year last year but this year I stumbled on the early elimination rounds to get to the final 32. That is where you start to get a feel for the contestants and where you are the most vulnerable to their personal sob stories. So I'm hooked until the end.
But without turning this into an A.I. intensive blog, I just want to say that I have my favourite (Lakisha is one powerhouse, baby!) and I hope she makes it. By the way: what’s the deal with Sanjaya?!?! He’s so drippy and wispy, both in voice and stage presence. I think people are voting for his hair.
I will now go away and follow the rest of the season, at peace with my shame.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Movie Monkey's Oscar Post Mortem
The things we do for love. The love of movies, that is.
Despite the best intentions of host Ellen DeGeneres and an amusing song and dance number by Jack Black, Will Ferrell and John C. Riley, last night’s Oscar festivities were quite the yawn-fest.
You’d think that when someone devotes so much of their time, energy and life to their love of movies, that they’d be rewarded by something that somewhat resembles entertainment. Instead, the large gaps between Ellen’s far too infrequent musings were filled with a seemingly endless string of tributes and retrospectives. Unlike recent Oscar shows where key awards were spread throughout the telecast, all the juicy ones last night were crammed into the last half an hour (which, it must be said, infringed quite rudely on my much needed beauty sleep).
Let’s face it: the Oscars only really need to be about 45 minutes long. Showcase the main awards and put the rest in a memo. Sorry people, we all know we’re there to see the celebs.
As for my Oscar picks, the only winner that threw me (and most of the free-thinking world) for a loop was Alan Arkin for Best Supporting Actor. I suspect that this was a sentimental offering, awarding a veteran actor for his life-long achievements. But if they were going that route, I really wish they would have given it to Peter O’Toole. I mean how much more does the old fellow have left in him? He’s not likely to star in Lawrence of Arabia 2 any time soon. Poor man looked like he was going to cry.
Anyway, that’s it for another year. Now we can get back to the more important task of actually enjoying movies for their own sake. And there is so much to enjoy!
Despite the best intentions of host Ellen DeGeneres and an amusing song and dance number by Jack Black, Will Ferrell and John C. Riley, last night’s Oscar festivities were quite the yawn-fest.
You’d think that when someone devotes so much of their time, energy and life to their love of movies, that they’d be rewarded by something that somewhat resembles entertainment. Instead, the large gaps between Ellen’s far too infrequent musings were filled with a seemingly endless string of tributes and retrospectives. Unlike recent Oscar shows where key awards were spread throughout the telecast, all the juicy ones last night were crammed into the last half an hour (which, it must be said, infringed quite rudely on my much needed beauty sleep).
Let’s face it: the Oscars only really need to be about 45 minutes long. Showcase the main awards and put the rest in a memo. Sorry people, we all know we’re there to see the celebs.
As for my Oscar picks, the only winner that threw me (and most of the free-thinking world) for a loop was Alan Arkin for Best Supporting Actor. I suspect that this was a sentimental offering, awarding a veteran actor for his life-long achievements. But if they were going that route, I really wish they would have given it to Peter O’Toole. I mean how much more does the old fellow have left in him? He’s not likely to star in Lawrence of Arabia 2 any time soon. Poor man looked like he was going to cry.
Anyway, that’s it for another year. Now we can get back to the more important task of actually enjoying movies for their own sake. And there is so much to enjoy!
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Movie Monkey's Oscar Picks
No self-proclaimed, self-respecting movie monkey could let this day pass without some reference to tonight's Academy Awards festivities, arguably the most significant (though not necessarily the most critically relevant) reflection of the state of movies today. People seem more consumed with what people are wearing than with the content of their movies.
For me, when I'm picking the winners, I’m always caught between who I want to win and who I think will win. The reason for this is that Academy voters are notorious for not seeing the movies nominated or letting their personal or political feelings influence their choices. As a result, it’s not always the most deserving person who wins (note to Marissa Tomei).
So, without further ado, here are my picks* in the major categories (do you really care who wins for Best Catering in an Animated Short Film?). Enjoy the show and we’ll check back tomorrow to see how I did:
Best Actor
Leonardo DiCaprio – Blood Diamond
I’ve always been impressed with his abilities and shrewd project choices. It would be great if he won but the competition is just too good.
Ryan Gosling – Half Nelson
I’ve been watching his career with great interest ever since I saw him in The Believer. This boy can act, and he does it quietly, without fanfare. He’s my personal pick but again, I think it’s not his time yet.
Peter O’Toole – Venus
I can’t believe this fellow hasn’t won an Oscar yet (not counting his lifetime achievement award in 2003). He’s long overdue but the low-key movie may have flown under Academy members’ radar.
Will Smith – The Pursuit of Happyness
A likeable superstar but I don’t think this is the one.
*Forest Whitaker – The Last King of Scotland
A veteran of memorable supporting performances, this is the year for him to shine. From all accounts, the performance is unstoppable.
Best Actress
Penelope Cruz – Volver
Judi Dench – Notes on a Scandal
Dench is always riveting to watch (except in The Chronicles of Riddick) but she will lose to another Queen.
*Helen Mirren – The Queen
If there is ever a sure thing in Hollywood, it’s that Helen Mirren will continue her award reign.
Meryl Streep – The Devil Wears Prada
Always watchable, always interesting. But I fear the role is too lightweight.
Kate Winslet – Little Children
Possible heir to the award throne (this is her fifth nomination), for now she’ll just have to be satisfied with her Lady in Waiting Status.
Best Supporting Actor
Alan Arkin – Little Miss Sunshine
An amusing and crustily, heart-tugging performance but not enough to win the gold.
*Eddie Murphy – Dreamgirls
Hollywood loves a comeback and after all the flops that Murphy has churned out over the past years, this just might be the role that confirms his dramatic abilities. Let’s just hope the Academy hasn’t seen Norbit yet.
Mark Wahlberg – The Departed
Indeed a significant role, acted flawlessly – but is it significant enough?
Djimon Hounsou – Blood Diamond
This fellow can do noble oppression with his hands tied behind him. I’d love to see him win because there are only so many such roles left, but I don't think he'll beat Murphy's momentum.
Jackie Earle Haley – Little Children
Hollywood Comeback Part 2. With nothing of significance to offer since his late teens, this would indeed be a resounding comeback – if not for Eddie Murphy.
Best Supporting Actress
Rinko Kikuchi – Babel
Abigail Breslin – Little Miss Sunshine
*Jennifer Hudson – Dreamgirls
Cate Blanchett - Babel
Adriana Barraza - Babel
This is the category I feel I’m least qualified to comment on since I’ve not seen Babel yet, but in this case I don’t think it matters. Jennifer Hudson’s fairytale climb from American Idol castoff to Oscar nominee has a story arc that must climax with an Academy Award.
Finally,
Best Picture
Little Miss Sunshine
Babel
Letters From Iwo Jima
*The Departed
The Queen
With Clint Eastwood already a multiple winner and barring a politically correct upset by Babel, this should be the year of Scorsese – best Director and Best Picture.
So, there you go. I could be wrong, very wrong. And these awards seldom influence my viewing tendencies, but it is fun to play along.
For me, when I'm picking the winners, I’m always caught between who I want to win and who I think will win. The reason for this is that Academy voters are notorious for not seeing the movies nominated or letting their personal or political feelings influence their choices. As a result, it’s not always the most deserving person who wins (note to Marissa Tomei).
So, without further ado, here are my picks* in the major categories (do you really care who wins for Best Catering in an Animated Short Film?). Enjoy the show and we’ll check back tomorrow to see how I did:
Best Actor
Leonardo DiCaprio – Blood Diamond
I’ve always been impressed with his abilities and shrewd project choices. It would be great if he won but the competition is just too good.
Ryan Gosling – Half Nelson
I’ve been watching his career with great interest ever since I saw him in The Believer. This boy can act, and he does it quietly, without fanfare. He’s my personal pick but again, I think it’s not his time yet.
Peter O’Toole – Venus
I can’t believe this fellow hasn’t won an Oscar yet (not counting his lifetime achievement award in 2003). He’s long overdue but the low-key movie may have flown under Academy members’ radar.
Will Smith – The Pursuit of Happyness
A likeable superstar but I don’t think this is the one.
*Forest Whitaker – The Last King of Scotland
A veteran of memorable supporting performances, this is the year for him to shine. From all accounts, the performance is unstoppable.
Best Actress
Penelope Cruz – Volver
Judi Dench – Notes on a Scandal
Dench is always riveting to watch (except in The Chronicles of Riddick) but she will lose to another Queen.
*Helen Mirren – The Queen
If there is ever a sure thing in Hollywood, it’s that Helen Mirren will continue her award reign.
Meryl Streep – The Devil Wears Prada
Always watchable, always interesting. But I fear the role is too lightweight.
Kate Winslet – Little Children
Possible heir to the award throne (this is her fifth nomination), for now she’ll just have to be satisfied with her Lady in Waiting Status.
Best Supporting Actor
Alan Arkin – Little Miss Sunshine
An amusing and crustily, heart-tugging performance but not enough to win the gold.
*Eddie Murphy – Dreamgirls
Hollywood loves a comeback and after all the flops that Murphy has churned out over the past years, this just might be the role that confirms his dramatic abilities. Let’s just hope the Academy hasn’t seen Norbit yet.
Mark Wahlberg – The Departed
Indeed a significant role, acted flawlessly – but is it significant enough?
Djimon Hounsou – Blood Diamond
This fellow can do noble oppression with his hands tied behind him. I’d love to see him win because there are only so many such roles left, but I don't think he'll beat Murphy's momentum.
Jackie Earle Haley – Little Children
Hollywood Comeback Part 2. With nothing of significance to offer since his late teens, this would indeed be a resounding comeback – if not for Eddie Murphy.
Best Supporting Actress
Rinko Kikuchi – Babel
Abigail Breslin – Little Miss Sunshine
*Jennifer Hudson – Dreamgirls
Cate Blanchett - Babel
Adriana Barraza - Babel
This is the category I feel I’m least qualified to comment on since I’ve not seen Babel yet, but in this case I don’t think it matters. Jennifer Hudson’s fairytale climb from American Idol castoff to Oscar nominee has a story arc that must climax with an Academy Award.
Finally,
Best Picture
Little Miss Sunshine
Babel
Letters From Iwo Jima
*The Departed
The Queen
With Clint Eastwood already a multiple winner and barring a politically correct upset by Babel, this should be the year of Scorsese – best Director and Best Picture.
So, there you go. I could be wrong, very wrong. And these awards seldom influence my viewing tendencies, but it is fun to play along.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
A Lesson Learned...
I ran into the pigeon again today, the one that got pooped on, and I felt ashamed for taking pleasure in his misfortune. He still had poop stains and looked vaguely embarrassed. So I tossed him a wetnap and he winked at me. We went our separate ways, each richer for the experience…
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Zanta: Friend or Foe
Unlike the "real" Santa who comes only once a year, Zanta (as he likes to be called) can be seen all year round just about anywhere in the Greater Toronto Area.
It's possible you've seen this self-proclaimed Toronto icon, wearing little more than a pair of shorts and his distinctive Santa hat, performing countless push ups for passing cars or pedestrians (he doesn't seem to care which) while onlookers gawk with a mix of uncomfortable curiosity and cautious disdain.
On a recent radio talk show, opinions seemed evenly split on whether Zanta was an amusing street performer or a public nuisance. Stories ranged from his benign public appearances at local events to his more hazardous street athletics, sometimes in the middle of traffic or on busy subway platforms.
His history is apparently somewhat tragic. After an on-the-job fall of seven metres at a construction site, he was unable to work but quickly began strengthening his body. The hat followed later as an attempt to make his daughter happy at a family court hearing. When he was denied custody, he vowed to keep the hat on until that situation changed. But despite opinions of those close to him, Zanta says he is mentally balanced and not bipolar.
Some claim that Zanta brings smiles to their faces while others say that he can make children cry with his antics.
I have seen Zanta on several occasions and I must admit that with his imposing physical presence and random, aggressive demeanor, he could be perceived as a threat. But whatever he believes his mental state to be, his behaviour is not normal nor is it likely to aid in the restoration of custody of his child.
It is quite clear, however, that as sad as his personal story might be, he might one day inadvertently harm himself or others by his actions. So why isn't someone stepping in to lend a hand, or at the very least, lend an ear. If his notoriety can gain him anything, perhaps it could be the help he needs, whatever form that might take...
It's possible you've seen this self-proclaimed Toronto icon, wearing little more than a pair of shorts and his distinctive Santa hat, performing countless push ups for passing cars or pedestrians (he doesn't seem to care which) while onlookers gawk with a mix of uncomfortable curiosity and cautious disdain.
On a recent radio talk show, opinions seemed evenly split on whether Zanta was an amusing street performer or a public nuisance. Stories ranged from his benign public appearances at local events to his more hazardous street athletics, sometimes in the middle of traffic or on busy subway platforms.
His history is apparently somewhat tragic. After an on-the-job fall of seven metres at a construction site, he was unable to work but quickly began strengthening his body. The hat followed later as an attempt to make his daughter happy at a family court hearing. When he was denied custody, he vowed to keep the hat on until that situation changed. But despite opinions of those close to him, Zanta says he is mentally balanced and not bipolar.
Some claim that Zanta brings smiles to their faces while others say that he can make children cry with his antics.
I have seen Zanta on several occasions and I must admit that with his imposing physical presence and random, aggressive demeanor, he could be perceived as a threat. But whatever he believes his mental state to be, his behaviour is not normal nor is it likely to aid in the restoration of custody of his child.
It is quite clear, however, that as sad as his personal story might be, he might one day inadvertently harm himself or others by his actions. So why isn't someone stepping in to lend a hand, or at the very least, lend an ear. If his notoriety can gain him anything, perhaps it could be the help he needs, whatever form that might take...
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
Weeding Out The Advertisers
One of the big stories in this part of the world today is the big tobacco companies' desire to revisit the ban on the advertising of cigarettes.
On the surface, this seems like a no-brainer: How can you advertise something that has been so clearly proven to be deadly? One of the problems that arises is the hypocrisy of the government for enforcing this ban on the one hand and then raking in all the cigarette tax revenue on the other. If they really wanted to put an end to smoking they would ban cigarettes altogether.
But beyond the apparent simplicity (and possible naivete) of that argument lies a bigger question. While the tobacco companies claim they don't want to market to young people, isn't it the young who would be most influenced by such campaigns? Clearly seasoned smokers have no need for conversion and it's probably unlikely that older non-smokers will suddenly change their weedless ways.
An even bigger question is that of the need for cigarette advertising in the first place. Is there anyone out there who doesn't know about cigarettes? And would any potential customer believe advertising claims that one cigarette is smoother or milder or sexier than another? As a life-long non-smoker I must confess my ignorance on this matter but I would assume that cigarette preference was just spread by word of mouth (literally), or in the case of the budding smoker, defined by availability.
While I feel for people who are addicted to tobacco (I have no experience with an addiction so powerful), I would welcome the day when smoking was no longer a factor in our daily lives. The reality is that this day will be a long time coming. But in the mean time, do we really need to foster the promotion of an already powerfully seductive habit...
On the surface, this seems like a no-brainer: How can you advertise something that has been so clearly proven to be deadly? One of the problems that arises is the hypocrisy of the government for enforcing this ban on the one hand and then raking in all the cigarette tax revenue on the other. If they really wanted to put an end to smoking they would ban cigarettes altogether.
But beyond the apparent simplicity (and possible naivete) of that argument lies a bigger question. While the tobacco companies claim they don't want to market to young people, isn't it the young who would be most influenced by such campaigns? Clearly seasoned smokers have no need for conversion and it's probably unlikely that older non-smokers will suddenly change their weedless ways.
An even bigger question is that of the need for cigarette advertising in the first place. Is there anyone out there who doesn't know about cigarettes? And would any potential customer believe advertising claims that one cigarette is smoother or milder or sexier than another? As a life-long non-smoker I must confess my ignorance on this matter but I would assume that cigarette preference was just spread by word of mouth (literally), or in the case of the budding smoker, defined by availability.
While I feel for people who are addicted to tobacco (I have no experience with an addiction so powerful), I would welcome the day when smoking was no longer a factor in our daily lives. The reality is that this day will be a long time coming. But in the mean time, do we really need to foster the promotion of an already powerfully seductive habit...
Saturday, February 17, 2007
God loses His license
There was a story the other day about a man who had applied for a vanity license plate for his car and was rejected. The reason: his plate of choice was deemed offensive. What could possibly be so offensive, you ask? Well, the plate read "EHMEN". This was a play on the Christian prayer conclusion, "Amen" with an added (stereotypical) Canadian twist.
But this plate wasn't deemed offensive to Christians, who might not like the free and loose adaptation of a Christian tradition. It was deemed offensive to those of other religions, who might be "shocked" at such attention to another religion.
I just shake my head...
As I mentioned in my introductory blog entry, I'm not a religious fellow. But even I can see that at the root of religion there is surely good intention (for the most part). So how can any acknowledgement of any religion in such a benign manner be deemed offensive, or something that should only be spoken of in hushed tones in dark alleys.
What's next? Not wearing crucifixes in public? Not being allowed to say the word "good-bye" (as it is a contraction of the phrase "God be with you")?
In this time of religious sensitivity where all are encouraged toward tolerance and acceptance of new religions and cultures, should that also not apply to Christianity?
I'm just saying...
But this plate wasn't deemed offensive to Christians, who might not like the free and loose adaptation of a Christian tradition. It was deemed offensive to those of other religions, who might be "shocked" at such attention to another religion.
I just shake my head...
As I mentioned in my introductory blog entry, I'm not a religious fellow. But even I can see that at the root of religion there is surely good intention (for the most part). So how can any acknowledgement of any religion in such a benign manner be deemed offensive, or something that should only be spoken of in hushed tones in dark alleys.
What's next? Not wearing crucifixes in public? Not being allowed to say the word "good-bye" (as it is a contraction of the phrase "God be with you")?
In this time of religious sensitivity where all are encouraged toward tolerance and acceptance of new religions and cultures, should that also not apply to Christianity?
I'm just saying...
Friday, February 16, 2007
Welcome to my world...
Every once in a while, an event so monumental occurs that people stop dead in the streets, mouths agape, unable to comprehend the magnitude of what they're witnessing. This is not such an event.
But occasionally, when just the right two brains cells rub together in just the right way, a thought or two worthy of report is created and begs a forum for exposure. This humble blog is that forum.
The genesis of this blog is simple: from time to time, something in the real world will trigger a thought in my world. Sometimes I need to rant, sometimes I need to vent, sometimes life is just so absurd that I can't help but laugh in its face. It can be a cathartic experience and, hopefully, I'll find some like-minded people willing to engage in an intelligent discussion. If you're not like-minded, I also welcome your input (perhaps more so). A lot can be learned from opposing points of view. As long as we all listen with open minds.
I'm a life-long observer of the human condition and have an insatiable curiosity about the world around me, specifically humankind’s puzzling capacity for extremes of incredible compassion and incredible cruelty. I enjoy discussing everything from personal philosophies and the whole meaning of life to the more whimsical fare of the entertainment world.
I'm not particularly politically driven but I occasionally like to apply my modest knowledge in that field to the relevant issues of the day.
Religion does not play a role in my life but that's not to say that I'm not interested to learn about someone else's beliefs and values. I'm always fascinated to learn what gets someone through their day.
So on this inaugural blog entry, you've barely scratched the surface of my being. Stay tuned for more thoughts and insights into the mind of The Lone Monkey.
Until next time, remember: one planet, one people...
But occasionally, when just the right two brains cells rub together in just the right way, a thought or two worthy of report is created and begs a forum for exposure. This humble blog is that forum.
The genesis of this blog is simple: from time to time, something in the real world will trigger a thought in my world. Sometimes I need to rant, sometimes I need to vent, sometimes life is just so absurd that I can't help but laugh in its face. It can be a cathartic experience and, hopefully, I'll find some like-minded people willing to engage in an intelligent discussion. If you're not like-minded, I also welcome your input (perhaps more so). A lot can be learned from opposing points of view. As long as we all listen with open minds.
I'm a life-long observer of the human condition and have an insatiable curiosity about the world around me, specifically humankind’s puzzling capacity for extremes of incredible compassion and incredible cruelty. I enjoy discussing everything from personal philosophies and the whole meaning of life to the more whimsical fare of the entertainment world.
I'm not particularly politically driven but I occasionally like to apply my modest knowledge in that field to the relevant issues of the day.
Religion does not play a role in my life but that's not to say that I'm not interested to learn about someone else's beliefs and values. I'm always fascinated to learn what gets someone through their day.
So on this inaugural blog entry, you've barely scratched the surface of my being. Stay tuned for more thoughts and insights into the mind of The Lone Monkey.
Until next time, remember: one planet, one people...
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