I’m going to write about something

I don’t know what to write about though.

How about Glee? Should I watch Glee? Everyone else is watching Glee! Glee is apparently amazing! Why am I not watching Glee? Am I missing out in life by not watching Glee? I’ve watched 10 minutes of Glee and I wasn’t really feeling it, but should I just watch it anyways? Just because? Glee?

How about… the Olympics? Chicago lost! You could almost say Chicago lost badly! The Summer Olympics are going to South America, meaning that there would be (at the least) a 24 year gap before they came back to North America. What I’m getting at, obviously, is that Toronto should run, either for 2020 or for 2024 (depending on who gets 2020, I guess). The way I see it, we were in second place before, and “the bulk of the money that government committed to us for the waterfront is still there and almost nothing has happened since the last bid.” Did you hear that? That was John Bitove Jr., the leader of the 2008 bid.

I tweeted about it and got an aggressive response by a newly formed @Toronto_2020, asking me “what would [I] contribute to the effort?”. I wanted to tweet a response but then I realized I didn’t actually have an answer. What could I contribute, anyway? Telling all my friends? Handing out buttons? Inviting everyone to a Facebook group? It really stumped me, but at the same time I wanted to do something, and I still do. The concept of running again hasn’t really caught a whole lot of media attention (except for a few articles here and there), but hopefully it will pick up steam when the time is right… and then maybe I can do something.

In some other news, Barack Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize. I feel like this was one of those things where even his supporters were like “Wait… what?“. I actually thought that myself; it wasn’t till I read a little bit more into the rationale for him winning that I understood it better. It’s all about his speeches, people! You know how he’s really good at public speaking? Well, he’s so good, and his subject matter is so in line with promoting peace, that he won the Nobel Peace Prize! See? Now if only I could give that explanation to the many, many people who aren’t too thrilled about this. Also, is it common for a current president to win one? I did a 5 minute Google of the topic and came up with this article, showing that the last President to win one was Jimmy Carter back in 2002, quite a few years after his presidency. Before that? That means going back to before 1920, so its clear that this is kind of a big deal. And while I’m not the one to argue about the factors that decide Nobel Prize winners, apparently others are.

Another interesting little tidbit that happened recently: did somebody say David Letterman? I watched the confession the next day on YouTube (as did many others) and I also managed to catch his next live show, the Monday of the next week. I have to give the man credit- he knows what he’s doing. The confession itself was meant to be serious, and I took it seriously, but what I found bizarre was that the audience didn’t. Did they think he was kidding? Did they care? Dave even acknowledged that on Monday, and he also issued a more formal apology. But his whole opening monologue? He totally made it comical without being tasteless. It’s one of those talents that probably isn’t recognized as well as it should be.

I’d hate to make this blog a complete jumbled mess about twenty different things, so I’m cutting this one a bit short. I’ll be back again when I have something big to write about, and I’m sure it will be sooner or later.

Bicycle Judgement

About a year ago I wrote one of my first blog entries. It was about bicycles in Toronto. An earnest, sort of eager type of entry, that wasn’t really triggered by anything, except for maybe parking troubles on College.

Well, that was a little bit over a year ago, and now I’m writing about bicycles in Toronto again. This time, however, things are different.

Let’s start from the very beginning: on Monday night, a driver of a convertible and a cyclist get in a confrontation on Bloor St. between Bay St. and Avenue Rd. The cyclist ends up hanging on to the side of the car, while the driver veers left and right, eventually ending up on the other side of the road. The cyclist hits a mail box and falls off, ending up under the car and being run over. The driver of the car goes around the corner and calls 911. The cyclist is taken to hospital and dies from head trauma. The driver is taken to police custody, and is eventually charged with criminal negligence causing death and dangerous driving causing death.

Now the kicker: the driver of the car was Michael Bryant, who up until May was a provincial cabinet minister, serving as the Attorney General for Ontario. He also happened to be the MPP for my riding (St. Paul’s). The cyclist was Darcy Allen Sheppard, a bicycle courier who was coming home from seeing his girlfriend. Sort of.

Oh, where do I begin with this one? How do I go about this without looking like an asshole?

The first thing that should be obvious is that I’m probably a great source of bias in this, since a) I drive far more than I bike; b) I was a constituent of Mike Bryant; and c) I actually liked him as a politician. So this isn’t the end all and be all truth, not by a long shot. But I’m writing this because I’m frustrated with how this whole thing is playing out, and I want to at least express my point of view. So I’ll continue.

The way this tragedy was reported was, in a way, tragic. It was perfect for the morning news: “BRYANT KILLS A CYCLIST”, when none of the crucial details were in place. Well, OK, the media wouldn’t actually admit that he was driving the car until he was formally charged, but it was fairly obvious. Much gossip and jabber ensued. People either lashed out against Bryant or tiptoed their way around the issue. Crown lawyers can’t work on the case since Bryant was at one point their boss. The entire Liberal party is not saying much. Eventually that day ended. On to day two.

Now the gritty details can trickle their way out. Bryant hadn’t been drinking, that had been stated from the beginning. In fact, statements from police noted “alcohol wasn’t a factor”. Then we find out, on day two, that “Al” was an alcoholic, and he had been sober for 9 days but relapsed that night. Oh.

How about how he went to his girlfriend’s apartment and she didn’t let him in, and then called the cops, and they gave him a good talking to in the back of a police cruiser. Oh. That part wasn’t there at the beginning. This might actually change things a little bit.

Too bad most of Toronto’s fervent biking community had already made up their minds on who’s at fault here.

Let’s be realistic for a minute: I’m not stupid. Obviously when you put a car against a bike, the bike always loses. Period. So as a car driver, I know that, when it comes to bikes, if I’m not fucking careful, I’m going to either severely hurt or kill someone if I hit them while their on their bike. I’m aware of that.

Continuing with realism: your a hardcore bike courier who’s been drinking. You just had a small run in with the cops, who give you a stern talking to and then send you on your way. You bike home, and since you’re a bike courier, you don’t really like how the guy in the black Saab convertible just bumped into you.

I suppose the rest is history. And since this story has a way of slowly developing, the newest reports say that Al may have grabbed the steering wheel, or may have had Bryant in a headlock.

Now, all I can say is if I got into an argument with a guy on a bike, and then he’s suddenly running up to me, I don’t think I would stay there. Especially if I’m in an open convertible. I would drive off. Would I expect the guy to grab the side of the car and hang on? No.

But at that point I would be in such a panic I wouldn’t know what to do. Do I stop and try to control this guy who wants to beat me up right beside me? Or do I continue driving and try to make him fall off?

For some reason I feel like I can imagine the panic. Almost like a fight or flight response, which is a dangerous thing when you’re in a car. Was Bryant trying to be aggressive? Or was he panicking? That’s up for the courts to decide at this point. The police investigation continues.

Anyway, now we’re on to day three. A “memorial ride” was scheduled today at 5 PM. I happened to be at the gym nearby, so afterward I figured I might as well check it out.

I wasn’t sure how to feel while I was standing there. I did feel bad for the guy, it was an untimely death, that’s for sure. But one of the first things that came to my mind when I got there was “Would this be like this if the driver wasn’t Mike Bryant?”

There had to be hundreds of cyclists there. In unison, they rung their bells. They slowly closed Bloor St. They cheered (I’m not sure why). One guy even played the bugle. It was like remembrance day in September. This incident, with all its complications and strange details and bits that hadn’t been worked out yet, was converted into a sort of grandstand for cyclist rights and safety. It was almost like Bryant had simply ran over the guy ruthlessly, leaving him to die. That’s not how it happened.

The atmosphere there felt almost like “fuck cars”. I can understand that, for someone who cycles every day, cars are a danger and are probably highly maligned. But to take an incident that involved someone of high profile, spin it a certain way without all the details in place, and blow it to epic proportions? I didn’t think it was appropriate. It’s not like this is the first guy that died on bike when he got hit by a car, so why the giant memorial? Because the driver was a former politician? Is that fair? Even though the cyclist himself was confronting the driver?

I wrote about it a year ago, when things weren’t as complicated. Drivers of cars need to change their ways. Cyclists also need to change their ways. Confrontations between cyclists and motorists have to stop. Better solutions have to be produced.

And the sad part is, it’s going to happen now. Only now. Someone died, and it got a lot of media coverage. Now it’s really, really important. Now, something can finally change. I wrote about that concept too, remember? Sooner or later, Miller is going to come up with a bunch of new bike lanes.

It will be interesting to see what happens with this case. And meanwhile, the “war” between cyclists and drivers continues.

Let the Summer Begin

Alright, where do I begin with this? The strike is over! Hooray! The garbage is slowly disappearing before us! Life is good! Right?

As weird as it is, the end of the strike (along with the end of July) really felt like the turning of a new page. It’s weird. It’s a new month, the weather is nice today, there’s no more garbage strike… to me it was like the summer actually started, finally. My friend even told me that the recession (in Canada) is officially over now, because there have been two periods with substantial growth, translating technically to no recession. Finally, I noticed that there seems to be a bit more room in the part time job market! Maybe  it’s worth looking for a job!

Then again, maybe not. I’m enjoying my summer too much. Why on earth would I want to spoil it with work? The only thing is, I think the summer blahs are setting in. I’ve been doing a random bunch of stuff since I got back; camping last weekend being the biggest excursion, and the odd trips to Woodbine Racetrack to blow $10 on slots, but that’s pretty much it. I don’t mind, but sometimes I feel like I should be doing something more productive.

And then, other times, like today, I get in weird moods where I feel like I need to find a significant other, ASAP. I don’t know why though. I get this urge to really put myself out there, but I have no idea how to go about doing it. Go to a bar? Join an online dating site? The latter might be the most appropriate (everyone and their brother is talking about plentyoffish.com, from two of my best friends to my aunt).

But then I remember that the way my life seems to work is through fate; trying to do something doesn’t necessarily mean it’s going to happen – sometimes you just have to let nature run its course and see what the result is.

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I did want to shed some light on the whole strike thing, and then I got off on a weird tangent. I’m obviously happy that the strike is now over. I thought that a lot of people would be relieved that they actually reached a settlement by using the, you know, real way. Not like the York strike, where we waited three months only to have them get pulled back to work by the province.

I hope I’m not alone in realizing there’s a shitload of spineless people out there. Seriously. I wish there was a word to describe the kind of people they are… something like a Swingboat, I suppose. In any case, these people are never happy. It doesn’t matter what anyone does, it’s not right for them. They want everything to be perfect (at least, according to how they think it should be).

So the city works out this deal that isn’t quite the end of banking sick days, but makes their days numbered. “Grandparenting”, as it’s called, was what I wrote about in my last entry; old employees get to keep them, but new ones don’t. Does it make any sense to just obliterate sick days? Maybe to some people, but I thought that this was a good compromise. Not to mention that they only got a 2% raise when they asked for 3. A lot of people made it sound like the mayor was giving them a truckload of pure gold or something.

I noticed these types of comments the most (the ones from normal civilians) when I was trying to follow a live feed The Star had on its web page yesterday. What was supposed to be a sort of easy way to see what the latest progress was during the debate turned out to be a giant bitchfest from people who probably didn’t know a lot of what they were talking about. Eventually the feed got so overloaded that most of the comments stopped (thankfully). Still, what I saw was mostly the same thing: the deal is too much, now taxes are going to go up, he’s in cahoots with the union, etc. etc. These types of comments also littered the bottom of most online newspaper articles – so much so, that Torontoist published a long (but worthy) collection of the best (read: worst) ones.

I can understand that the union seemed really greedy before the offer was made public (and I agreed). However, I think a lot of people like to make uneducated assumptions and spread them all over the internet for everyone else to see. Just because the words “they still get to bank sick days” is in the text, does it really mean that they didn’t get rid of that benefit? Sometimes I wish people would read between the lines a little bit.

Also, in my humble opinion, anyone who says David Miller handled this badly is wrong. I think he handled it perfectly; between the greedy union, certain dipwads on city council, the city managers, and of course, the raging public, he managed to pull off something that actually worked. And he updated his Twitter the whole time. What a guy.

Now to enjoy the rest of summer… there’s still a month of it left!

Anything Dirty or Dingy or Dusty

Allow me to start by posting a whimsical video:

I actually had no idea this song existed until I was rumaging through some records at Value Village and I came across “Sesame Street’s Greatest Hits” or something like that. I thought it was fitting; in case you weren’t aware (and that’s a possibility), Toronto’s unionized city workers are currently on strike, meaning that most of the city doesn’t have any garbage collection, among other things.

As with any strike, lots of names are being thrown around from all sides. I personally think the union is being a bit greedy – banking sick days? My parents, who were both teachers, could bank their sick days, but according to my mom newly hired teachers don’t even get to do that anymore. At the same time, there’s ye olde “you’re lucky to at least have a job” argument, which I think is true but it’s also a bit of a convenient cheap shot at the same time.

Either way, it’s not exactly horrendous, just a little bit annoying. Yes, garbage is starting to pile up. It’s really stinky and gross. Yes, parks are being used to store it (for now). There was a whole stink (no pun intended) about Christie Pits, a park not too too far from my house, since the local residents didn’t want pesticides being used on the pile of garbage across the road from their houses. What’s better: toxic chemicals, or shitloads upon shitloads of flies? To me it seems about the same.

In any case, hopefully it will be resolved sooner or later (I think we’re on day 25 or something) so that the garbage will get cleared up, kids can go back to daycare, and we can all complain about something else. Sound good?

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In other news, I need a coffee, and I was thinking about going two blocks to my local Tim Horton’s to grab one. If anyone from the States hasn’t heard about Tim Hortons (probably not, unless they live in the northeast), now they might have, since they opened up about 12 in Manhattan! As a Canadian, I can tell you that most of us never would have thought this would ever happen. Then again, Timmie’s is like the McDonalds of coffee for us, so maybe it will fare well. I still don’t know if I would go get some while I was in Manhattan – I can get it at home, yes, but the bizarre factor is appealing to me… eating Timbits in Times Square? Sign me up!

A Backyard Blog

I decided to do something I usually don’t do and move my laptop from my room (where it sits most of the time when I’m not in school) and take it with me to the backyard! Are those collective gasps I hear? I usually don’t associate technology with outdoors (cell phones are an exception), but the weather is so nice today yet I don’t have very much to do. So here I sit on my patio furniture on my back deck, with my laptop plugged in behind me. I’m debating running into the kitchen to grab a beer. I suppose life is good.

On a blog-related side note, a friend I met in Madrid took her photos from Europe and made a beautiful album out of it in Shutterfly, a site I didn’t know existed until 20 minutes ago. I’m totally tempted now, mainly because I don’t really have a tangible means of displaying my pictures and this would be perfect. I’m two-thirds through the trip’s photos on Facebook, but I think that only goes so far.

In any case, yesterday I said there was a lot to talk about and today there still is. Where do I begin?

How about we start big today: Michael Jackson. Gone forever at 50 years old. When I heard the news I was shocked, but unfortunately I’m just a bit to young to have had that connection that a lot (and I mean a lot) of other people had for him and his music. I did like his music though, and I’m sure many, many people were looking forward to seeing him on stage again in London.

What I thought was funny, though, was the fact that because he died, every negative aspect of his life was completely forgotten. It washed out all the bad press. The most obvious event that comes to mind is the child molestation charges; it was almost like the big purple elephant in the room that no-one (media included) wanted to address. And of course there was the baby over the balcony, the weird masks he wore, the weird masks he made his children wear, and a whole slew of other things. It didn’t bother me that much, but I did find it strange. It did seem to bother John Niven, a music executive who writes for the UK’s Independent. The article isn’t for the MJ fan, that’s for sure:

What has stunned me and truly floored me in the past week or so has been the complete sidelining by the entire media of Jackson’s later life. Across the board, from every news channel to all the quality papers, there has been wholesale collusion in the notion that “he was a great artist and, yes, there was some, umm, troubling stuff later on, but let’s forget all that right now and just celebrate the music”.

While I don’t believe that the bad parts of his life should have overshadowed the good after his untimely death, I still think the media could have given it a bit more attention. The only major thing I saw that referred to it was on an entertainment show (I don’t know which one, there are so many) that aired a tape of him being questioned. It wasn’t exactly earth-shattering either, it was just something that wasn’t aired publicly before.

Finally, for the memorial service, I think the weirdest part for me was seeing a part of the relationship with his kids that really wasn’t out in the open before. There the were in the front row.

Then there was Rev. Al Sharpton:

I want to say to Michael’s children, there wasn’t nothing strange about your daddy, it was strange what your daddy had to deal with.

That’s an interesting way to put it. I guess he had a very peculiar way of dealing with it. Also, I think a lot of people don’t consider how he was basically in showbusiness since he was 5. I find it hard to think of child stars who turned out “normal”; the only few that come to mind are the Harry Potter crew.

And finally, Michael’s daughter came on stage at the end to let us know that her father really was a father figure after all:

Ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine. And I just wanted to say I love him — so much.

So if you ever doubted his fathering capabilities, that moment was the time to feel bad about it. Finally, there’s a quote I love from Obama himself, who seems to keep everything nicely in perspective:

There are certain people in our popular culture that just capture people’s imaginations. And in death, they become even larger. Now, I have to admit that it’s also fed by a 24/7 media that is insatiable.

That just about sums the whole thing up. Thank goodness.

The Half-Year Checkup

I should start out by saying that my blog entries are so sporadic. I mean, yes, I know I was in Europe for a while, but while I’m here I don’t post as often as I should. I need to work on that.

The subject of this entry is to look at what I wrote in my New Year’s blog and see how I’m doing. Let’s take a look, shall we?

I’m going to Europe. Screw the recession.

Check!

…I’m bailing ship till everything returns to normal. [in terms of York]

Check! Sort of. I debated summerschool but the schedule is weird due to the strike, so I decided against it. Apparently things won’t actually be normal till September. I can wait.

…wouldn’t it be neat if every day, I randomly chose a song off my iPod and wrote a short paragraph about it?

Fail. I didn’t actually bring the notebook to Europe, so I lost about two and a half months right there. In fact, I’m not sure where the folder actually is. Whoops! I’ll find it and maybe continue from where I left off. But, I did keep a little book in Europe where I wrote about songs I liked (I even wrote out the lyrics to kill time).

2009 is going to be different.

Check! At least so far anyway.

So what am I doing now? I’ve been in a sort of limbo since June 12th when I got back. I’m looking everywhere for a job, but this summer is tough. (Screw the recession and it will screw you back, I guess). I’ve been trying to enjoy my free time without spending too much of the money I have left over from the trip (which isn’t that much). I suppose in a way I’m enjoying myself.

I’m also (slowly) uploading pictures. I like to go the whole nine yards and put captions for all of them, which means for 100+ photos an album it takes a long time. I’m getting there though.

Also, I should mention that there’s a lot to write about right now. There’s the big stuff, like the death of Michael Jackson or Toronto’s lovely garbage strike. There’s also the small stuff, like Stephen Harper’s Communion fiasco or the Rogers/Bell advertisement war. So much to cover! Not enough time!

Time to caption some photos. I’ll be done in about an hour.

A normal Tuesday morning in Vienna

Hello! I’m alive! I’m writing this from a sketchy internet cafe in Vienna. Vienna’s a great city and it’s really nice, but the affordable accommodation is in the area that isn’t nice. So… yeah. The good news is that my street is literally lined with internet/call shops, so I haven’t actually gone to the same one twice. Also, people here seem to have a passion for CounterStrike, since all the computers have it (some of them have it constantly running in the background). But, I digress.

The reason I’m writing this? I’m actually not sure. In Dresden I had some time to lay low (the hostel and most of the city was devoid of tourists during the weekday) so I read over most of my blog. Also, I now have approximately 2 verified blog readers! Life is good.

In any case, I’ve been gone for just over 8 weeks now. I left March 22nd and now it’s May 19th. AH! It’s amazing how time flies. I also can’t believe how much distance I’ve covered… or maybe I can. Trains are really fast these days (I crossed most of Spain in about 2 hours). It’s strange popping into a train in, say, Amsterdam, and getting out in, say, Prague the next day. Which is what I did at one point. Sometimes you don’t “feel” the distance, like you do in a car. You know when you’ve gone a long way in a car, but trains are so comfy so I can just sit there and do sudokus for 3 hours.

Also, I’m probably going to have to follow up on my bike rant from last year, since now I’ve been to places where bikes basically rule the road. Did I mention I biked about 20 km one day in Beligum? My butt still hates me, but at least it was a nice ride!

This is probably my most random, pointless, and convoluted blog entry, but I guess I didn’t want to leave posting an entry until I got back. If something pops in my head while I’m on the road I’ll post again (provided I can get cheap internet)

To Twitter, or not to Twitter?

I don’t get Twitter. I just don’t get it.

I could also say I don’t get WordPress, but I do get WordPress. It’s a blog – I’ve been blogging (sort of) since I was in Grade 11. Nothing too complicated about it. Blogs were once the new hip thing in cyberspace, but now they’ve sort of settle down and become omnipresent; like someone who enters a big room full of people, grabs lots of attention, and then sits down. Blogs are still here, they’re a part of the internet fabric, and if they went missing (not that they would) people would notice and freak out.

I also get Facebook. Who doesn’t get Facebook? Although I didn’t get it at first (and my Dad still doesn’t get it). So, I have some hope for Twitter.

To me, the internet is like a ongoing history of different things that are introduced at one point or another, but then somehow become extremely relevant over a short period of time. And then they stay there (like the person in the room thing I wrote before). Eventually they might die out, but they stay at least a while. Think YouTube. Think Google Maps/Google Earth. Think blogs, like I mentioned. If you want to go way back, think downloading music. Think chat rooms. Think e-mail. If you want an example of something that didn’t last, think newsgroups. Remember those?

I’m getting off track, as usual, so I have to bring it back to Twitter. Right now, the problem with Twitter is that I don’t really know anyone personally who uses it, unlike Facebook. Granted, my Facebook friends were few when I first started (and the number is still relatively low, but only because I never actually add anyone). But when I put my Hotmail address book through the site’s autmatic “find people” thingamabob, it only came up with 5 people, and I don’t really talk to any of them – I hardly e-mail on a personal basis due to Facebook.

The other issue is that I don’t get the decorum, if you will. I’m sure I could figure it out in time. I know that on Facebook, you update you status once, maybe twice a day tops. Since Twitter is basically the status bar and nothing else, by the looks of it people update constantly.

I think I just got it.

Unlike Facebook, the point isn’t as much about communication as it is about curiosity. Whenever you feel like it, you just write a quick update. For example, someone I “followed” on Twitter today wrote about how she changed the music to classical, and then she quickly wrote about the songs she heard and how they were etc. The followers read it and comment if they want, and post their own happenings. I suppose it makes the work day more interesting. It sounds interesting.

I’m beginning to see why it’s addictive; the sad part is that I’m going to be in Europe traveling for three months, and I won’t get a lot of chances to put “tweets”… unless I use a cell phone! There’s an option! I actually have a free Twitter client on my iPhone that I never use, but that’s not coming to Europe (because I will loose it). I’m planning on getting a cheap plan there, so maybe that’s what I’ll do.

I’m excited. And hopefully by the time I get back, Twitter will have exploded and everyone will be using it. Mark my words.

There hasn’t been a snowstorm since my last post

Hallelujah! (It took me a whole minute to spell Hallelujah right.)

This winter has been so blasé and mild. I mean really, no snow since January? OMG GLOBAL WARMING OMG! Last year there was a snowstorm every week. OMG GLOBAL WARMING OMG! This is why the world is a troubled place.

Anywho, in the last entry I bitched a lot about Howard Hampton. He retired two days ago. After going through with the rest of the semester (which literally came and went), I’m now done with this year of York, since I’m getting on a plane headed to Gatwick in about 2 weeks. It wasn’t pretty; I’ve dropped one course and I might have to drop another one (I haven’t decided yet) but York has somehow decided to be gracious and give us our money back… in the form of getting what you paid off the next tuiiton payment. So those who felt like bailing out of York get zilch. Typical.

I DID get an A in one course and a B in another… so I didn’t exactly bomb.

I’m going there tomorrow to take care of some business, and then I have a formal on Friday. And then I’m probably not going to be there till September (unless I decide to do Summerschool, provided I return from Europe in time.)

In any case, I’m not sure exactly how I’m going to approach this trip to Europe… do I plan things ahead or just go with the flow? I already booked all my hostels for Spain, and I’m tempted to start working on France (though I don’t know where to go in France yet… other than Paris obviously). But a part of me wants to just let everythign work itself out once I’m there. At least I have the first part figured out- that’s when I’ll be the most disoriented.

Ah well.

Also, I should note that my little music project isn’t quite as successful as I would like, but it’s not a failure. I’m going to bring the book to Europe so that I can write on trains or something. I’m also planning on picking up a copy of “Murder on the Orient Express”, and read through the whole thing on a really long haul train ride.

I’m going to go to sleep now, since daylight savings time screwed up my sleep schedule and I should be less tired but I’m actually more tired.

The Long Difficult End

Thank goodness that, apart from politics on the provincial level, today is a slow newsday. Otherwise nooone would care!

Of course, I’m referring to the fact that, today (a Sunday), parliament was back in session. Their goal? To get me and 49,999 other students back to class. Not back to a normal school environment (definately not) but, just back to class. That’s all.

When I heard whispers and rumours about it late yesterday morning, I was optimistic. Then I recalled previous strikes that I could think of (namely TTC strikes) and how there’s always the issue of the NDP. I think there was a strike or two where the NDP at the most considered blocking the bill from passing, but in the end voted for it anyways. I assumed that, after this horrendous nightmare that many, many people had to put up with, they wouldn’t argue out this one.

Is it wrong for me to feel amazed that they actually blocked this?

Yes, yes, I know that the NDP is “pro-union”. That’s great. Unions are very nice, but get the wrong people in charge of them and they start big messes like this. That’s another topic of discussion. What gets me is that, on the afternoon of January 25, 2009, the NDP made the most blind and uneducated decision in Canadian politics that I can think of. Mind you I’m only 20, and since I’m a York student I’m probably somewhat biased in my opinion. But, instead of talking about opinions being thrown around, let’s work with the facts. Better still, let’s look at the big picture.

There are roughly 50,000 undergraduates at York. They have not been to class since the first week of November.

There are about 4000 CUPE 3903 members. They are graduate assistants, TAs, and Contract Faculty. Some are older and consider the job a career (mostly Contract Faculty), many are graduate students. For example, my Biology TA is a graduate student; he didn’t apply for a job as a TA at York out of the blue, he works as a TA because he’s a graduate student. I can’t speak for the remaining departments, but I’m fairly certain that they all have the same system; grad students work as TAs.

I could go on and on and on about whether job security is important or not, and if CUPE merits the stuff their asking for. The truth is, I can’t really say anything above opinions because I have no education in that feild. Which is why, up till now, my stance was somewhat neutral.

What I can say is that CUPE 3903, and apparently the NDP, want to change the entire post secondary system. They’ll start by changing the way things work for 4000 workers. The big picture? They’re fucking over 50,000 people trying to do it, and they won’t succeed.

Let’s face it; the members of CUPE 3903 are nothing but pawns in the University mosaic. The most valuable members are the students, since they bring in money. Then the professors, because they bring in students. CUPE is just there to fill the gaps. It’s crude, but anyone who goes to York will tell you that York will do anything for your money. That’s York. On the plus side, they offer a unique post secondary education in many broad fields, which is why a lot of people chose to go there. You get an education, you get a degree, you get a job. It’s simpler and more convinient that most other universities, I find.

In any case, the NDP failed to realise that, in the end, the bill is going to pass. Or, if they did, they were just trying to make a point. They want York to negotiate, but no employer is going to be more giving for the union that fills in the gaps. CUPE members were offered a contract that seemed acceptable, but they turned it down on two occasions. So what next?

Sure, the two parties could negotiate their brains off until they get to a contract that suits them both. The Star keeps adding bits on its strike article, so I’m putting some key stuff here to pick at.

“We believe in full and principled debate, we’re not going to be a part of what we think has been a manipulative process.”

The only problem with a “full and prinicipled debate” is that it’s going to take months and months at this rate. They’ve had more than enough time to debate.

York University is in the driver seat here, said NDP Leader Howard Hampton. “Frankly – I think the students deserve a rebate on their fees.”

According to the NDP, York should give 50,000 students some of their money back. And the union is filled with shining cherubs that have caused no inconvenience. That’s real rational. If anything, York is driving the car, but CUPE is on the passenger’s side when it comes down to it; they’re in no rush to get classes back.

The public should be fully aware that the striking workers do about 54 per cent of the teaching at York and only receive a fraction of the school’s salary budget, Hampton said.

“There are real and important issues to raise,” Hampton said as he defended the party’s stalling of the legislation.

If the issues were so important, why the hell didn’t the NDP ring the alarm back in November when this all started? Hmm. Well, I guess it’s better they try now, you know, 11 weeks later, than never. Right?

In any case, since politics are politics, we should be back in class on Feb. 2nd, instead of maybe tomorrow or Tuesday. In other words, instead of looking at the big picture, the NDP just did what they thought was right, because it was a pro-union decision. What pisses me off is that Howard Hampton was the one harping about being on the side of students – I was there when he showed up at Queen’s Park on the day of action to lower tuition fees. The fact that he and the 7 members of his party just gave the middle finger to 50,000 students, for the sake of supporting a go-getter union of 4000, really speaks a lot for the type of crap his party pulls.

I will never again consider voting NDP. It’s an experience I’ll never be able to forget.

This is the last week of the strike. I might as well make it good.