dreaminghope: (Working Zoey)
It was with some disappointment that I heard last week that Yann Martel has given up his book project.

I assume that most non-Canadians (and probably a lot of Canadians too) wouldn't heard about this odd little one-sided book club. Yann Martel is a pretty famous Canadian author who wrote Life of Pi*, among other things. In 2007, Yann was in the visitor gallery of the House of Commons to witness the official celebration of fifty years of the Canada Council for the Arts. There was a short speech by the Minister for Canadian Heritage... and that was it. As Yann says: "Fifty years of building Canada's dazzling and varied culture, done with in less than five minutes."

Reportedly, our prime minster, Stephen Harper, did not even look up during this brief speech. His Conservative government treats the arts as optional add-ons to the serious business of life; mere entertainment that should only be funded in the most minimum of ways. Yann was embarrassed to see that the politicians could not manage even a good semblance of caring on the anniversary of the Canada Council.

As a direct result of that day, Yann started What is Stephen Harper Reading?. Every two weeks, he mailed Stephen Harper a book with an inscription. The books are incredibly varied, include poetry, classics from all around the world, Canadian novels, and even kids books (Where the Wild Things Are). I believe almost any reader can probably find one book on the list that they've read, or at least one they'd want to read. Each book came with a letter explaining why he chose it.

He published all these letters on his website, along with all the responses he received. Over almost four years, he (and a few others with him) sent 100 books to Stephen Harper. This elicited exactly seven responses, all from the prime minister's office and none from Stephen himself. On the website, the vast majority of the letters are followed by a sad little "Pending..." in the reply section.

Besides following the website, I also bought Yann's first 55 letters in book format (which he also mailed to the prime minister) and intend to buy the second edition when/if it comes out with the last 45 letters.

I was taken with Yann's project for several reasons. First, I am in favour of arts funding. Second, I am in favour of creative protests. Third, I love reading other people's personal correspondences and diaries, and there are aspects of both in these letters. And, finally, I like reading about books. I will happily read descriptions of books I never intend to read (just as I love movie previews, even for movies I would never watch).

I love the 100th/last letter. It is perfectly artsy, a bit academic, and just a little snarky**. I'm still contemplating his comments about being tired of using books as political bullets and grenades.

I hope he gets a personal response to this last letter. Perhaps I have old fashioned manners, but the lack of a single thank you note from the recipient of all these wonderful gifts offends me. But besides that, I am genuinely curious as to what Stephen Harper would say in response to the final comment Yann makes on this whole project:

We've become slaves to our work and have forgotten that it's in moments of leisure and stillness, when we're free from working with a hoe or at a keyboard, that we can contemplate life and become fully ourselves. We work, work, work, but what mark do we leave, what point do we make? People who are too beholden to work become like erasers: as they move forward, they leave in their wake no trace of themselves. And so that has been the point of my fruitless book-gifting to you: to raise my voice against Canada becoming a nation of erasers.

Yann Martel, should you stumble across this for some reason and feel the need to start mailing books again, I will gladly provide my address and I promise to read every book. Also, I write very nice thank you notes.

* Random side story about either the psychology of readers or the nature of marketing: I saw Yann Martel read at the Writers and Readers Festival. In the discussion after, Yann mentioned people often say of "Life of Pi" that "I know it is highly commercial, but I enjoyed it". This amazes and confuses him because there's no way that novel, with all its symbolism and heavy themes like religion, etc., could possibly be considered to a commercial piece of writing. He considers it something of a bizarre miracle that it became a bestseller. I think there's a bit of something like (warning: TV Tropes link) It's Popular, Now it Sucks going on.

** "One hundred is a nice round number and a good number to end on. (The number of times you personally have written back to me is also a nice round number, by the way: 0. That's zero, naught, nada, zilch.)"
dreaminghope: (Cherry Blossom)
Vancouver continues to put on her best face for our visitors: gorgeous spring weather and delicate cherry blossoms. Despite my misgivings about the Olympics, I could not resist the call to explore in the sunshine.

Russ and I have spent the last two days walking Vancouver; sometimes just the two of us, sometimes with friends. We've been leaving at 10 AM and returning between 6 and 7 in the evening, exhausted from walking and peopled-out from the crowds. I haven't attempted any of the nightlife yet, except for a ticketed Cultural Olympiad event, "Spoken World", as I really don't like crowds. And by the evening, I really don't want to stand in any more lines, even for free concerts.

We've been avoiding the really major lines so far. There's simply nothing we want to see badly enough to stand in line for an hour and a half (the Royal Mint coins), six hours (the Olympic medals), or seven hours (the free zip-line). We did line up for Canada's Northern House for about thirty or forty minutes on Friday, which seemed like a lot until we got in.

The Northern House is definitely worth seeing if you have any interest in traditional arts. They had a great collection of soapstone carvings depicting Inuit sports and some beautiful examples of beading and embroidery with dyed porcupine quills. There were also pictures of the landscapes of the far northern reaches; it was enough to make me think I should visit.

We lucked out in our timing in the biggest way: ten minutes after arriving, Tanya Tagaq took the stage.

Tanya Tagaq is an Inuit throat singer who performs the traditional form with a modern twist. Her singing is indescribable. I didn't know the human voice could make such sounds - the voice ancient ice would speak with; the calls of ducks, seals, and of a moose seeking a mate; the song of rocks - strange, haunting, almost disturbing.

Watching her was as interesting as listening to her. She would dance backwards in tiny steps on her tippy-toes, reaching out entreatingly or pushing away. She would bend over double as if in grief, shaking her head from side to side. She seemed to sing with her whole body, as though different sounds demanded different gestures and postures.

It was a performance we never would have seen - never would have thought to seek out - if it hadn't come to us. That's been true of so many things we've seen so far during the Olympics. The world might be coming to see Vancouver, but we're also seeing the world.
dreaminghope: (Dancing Cat)
There's Valentine's Day, of course. And there's the Lunar New Year, widely and extravagantly celebrated in the Vancouver area due to our high Chinese population. And there's this international sporting event inspiring rarely-seen displays of Canadian patriotism. There are the red tents for the homeless. And there's this display about Delta and Richmond's cranberry fields:



Vancouver's very red right now.

Today, Russ and I joined my family to watch my Dad take part in a unique event. As part of the Olympic celebrations at suburban Richmond's O Zone, the Taoist Tai Chi Society that he is a part of brought North America's longest Chinese dragons across Canada from Ontario to B.C. to take place in a double dragon dance. Dad was one of the people carrying the large dragon; he was one of the people carrying the head.



Left: The smaller dragon: 75 metres / 246 feet. Right: The larger dragon: 150 meters / 492 feet (my Dad's holding the centre pole of the head; his face is obscured by the dragon's open mouth).

The dragons circled around the stadium, sweeping and twisting, then they each coiled up tight to watch a large demonstration of tai chi. Then they did a double dragon spiral, where they ended up coiled tight together. Many Pagans know how physically challenging a huge spiral dance can be - the strain of keeping up the pace while doing the sweeping curves - and can probably imagine doing that while holding a stick supporting a piece of dragon up above their head. Uncoiling was even more work - they literally ran to keep everything in one piece.

While the two dragons were spiralled together, they moved in for a kiss, bringing together the Lunar New Year at the Olympics with Valentine's Day:



Gung Hei Fat Choi!
dreaminghope: (Zoey)
I'm watching the opening ceremonies on TV... the madness is officially beginning.

The sound of helicopters plucks on my nerves. Living so close to downtown, and to BC Place in particular, they have been nearly constantly overhead today: military and media. If you watched the opening ceremonies, you probably saw at least one aerial view of the stadium... I was probably cursing at the helicopter that took that shot.

Yesterday, I ventured to the Olympic superstore downtown for a birthday present for my brother-in-law. First, I couldn't find my way in, having missed the signs that said that there was no entrance from within its host department store. Once I figured out where the external entrance was, I was confronted with a half-block-long line to get in. I've never stood in line to get into a store before, but there was no back-up plan for the present, so I joined the end of the line.

Aside: There is a guy from Kazakhstan in the athletes' parade who is talking on his cell phone. "Oh, sure I can talk; I only need one hand to wave this flag. So, what're you doing?"

It was only about a fifteen minute wait before I was in the store. It was madness inside, with people trying things on in the aisles and then tossing unwanted items aside every which way, and staff scrambling in every direction to just keep the unwanted merchandise from being trampled. It was about a five minute wait at the cash. Altogether, I was in the store for a shorter amount of time than I waited to get in, but I was successful.

Aside: I'm beginning to feel really sorry for the dancers in the ceremony; this is a long time to be bouncing around.

Today, I saw part of the torch relay. Today was the last day of a record 106 day relay, and I was seeing some of the last of the 12,000 torchbearers.

Before heading out from my house to the route a block away (very inconvenient that they didn't actually come by my house so I could watch from my living room window, but such are the sacrifices we must make), I watched some of the live feed from downtown, where it was madness - crowds packed in, screaming and waving flags. The torchbearer at that point seemed to be about 80 years old, and he was soaking it all in and taking his time - I'm pretty sure that's why the relay was considerably later than predicted reaching my neighbourhood.

Our crowds were much thinner through Strathcona than downtown, but we all got to hang out with our firefighters. The Union Street Market closed down so their staff could come out too, though that led to some good-natured grumbling: "See what the Olympics get us? The coffee shop closes down for a half-hour!"

Our crowd was maybe a little more cynical than downtown's: "I just wanted to see what one billion dollar looks like."

First through was the sponsor vehicles, giving out triangular Canadian flags as re-envisioned by Coke. I overheard a mom explaining to her kids that they couldn't drink the Cokes they'd just been given because the aluminum bottles were souvenirs.

Then the first police escort, so the firefighters turned on their lights. Then another long delay, so lots of kids got their pictures taken with the firefighters while they waited. The pictures looked like old-style "United Colors of Benetton" ad.

Aside: Dear CTV announcers: The cultural portion of the opening ceremony will either stand or fall on its own merits - please stop narrating! The LED puppet bear is kind of cool.

The 80-year-old torchbearer had obviously passed off before my area, and I think the new runner was trying to make up time. She was past us so fast, my camera didn't catch a shot.

"Time to re-open the shop."

"Coffee!"

"That was it?"

The Olympic ads keep telling me that we were made for this... maybe they haven't noticed that there's no snow at this winter Olympics.

The Olympic ads keep asking me if I believe. I don't know if I do.

Vancouver's Olympic experience has really just begun, for better or for worse.



Aside: Dear designers of the opening ceremonies: You had me with the punk fiddlers and tappers, but I don't understand where Peter Pan over wheat fields fits in.

ETA another aside: Recovering from the Peter Pan thing. As someone on Twitter said: "Queers, punks, and poetry... Perfect opening to the Olympics. Props."

More asides: Do you suppose the French part is usually spoken first to make a point about Canada being decidedly not the US? - See, we speak French here! In my experience, most Vancourerites can't speak French (as seen by the number of times "Bienvenue" was butchered during the ceremony).

I can't stop: Rick Hansen rolled in with the Olympic torch, which reminded me of one of the funniest things I've ever seen on TV. If you've never seen "The Rick Mercer Report", watch the first segment of this episode.

More: Really, announcer? It isn't some special torch that Wayne's carrying; it was switched out during the ride. We all saw it get switched out on camera. Pay attention!

Last (maybe) aside: We just watched the ceremony - we don't need a clip-show re-cap. Also, now I've got firework noises and helicopters!
dreaminghope: (Zoey)
I am writing to express my support for restoration of funding to the arts, as recommended by the Select Standing Committee on Finance and Government Services in its recently-published Report on the Budget 2010 Consultations.

I am referring specifically to recommendation number 26 in the report: "Make funding of the arts a high priority in the 2010/11 budget by returning to overall actual funding levels of 2008/09."

BC Arts Minister Kevin Krueger, defending the 90% cuts to the arts and culture sector in the last budget, said: "Is it right to borrow even more deeply than that to provide grants to the adult community of today that will have to be paid back by people who are now children and grandchildren?" But that is a misleading question. When studies show that every dollar spent in the arts sector returns $1.36 to the economy, grants aren't charity; they are an investment.

Every year, I attend the Vancouver International Writers & Readers Festival at Granville Island. In the lead-up to the weekend of events, I buy more books than I do for the rest of the year combined, and often books I wouldn't have otherwise purchased. During the weekend, I often eat out for two or even three meals a day, plus coffee. I buy fancy sausages and other gourmet treats from the market. I often buy a couple of other little items - yarn, gifts, etc. - from the various shops on Granville Island. If the festival didn't happen, I would probably spend that weekend cooking at home, reading library books, watching TV... I would have a much less interesting weekend, and I would also generate a lot less economic activity. If money is all that matters here, than cutting the arts budget makes no sense at all.

Vancouver is about to welcome the world to our beautiful city. They might be coming for the Olympics, but this is our chance to showcase everything we have to offer: natural beauty, some of the best restaurants in the world, multiculturalism, and arts and culture of all kinds. This is the worst time to devastate such an important part of what makes British Columbia great.

British Columbia, especially Vancouver, often seems to mistake high housing prices and real estate booms for wealth, but sustainable growth and real wealth means investing in people through education, health care, and arts grants.

Our Liberal provincial government has said that "This government's commitment to the arts is abundantly clear". Actions speak louder than words, and it seems that this government's opinion of arts funding is crystal-clear. I would like to see arts funding restored for the economic and cultural health of our province, and because I believe it's what the residents of BC want. If the Liberal government is not willing to support our artists, our storytellers, our performers... they may very well find that they are lacking support in the next election.

Premier Gordon Campbell
Fax: 250-387-0087

MLA: Kevin Krueger (Tourism, Arts, and Culture)
Fax: 250-953-4250

MLA: Rich Coleman (Gaming)
Fax: 250-356-7292

MLA: Jenny Kwan (NDP MLA for Vancouver-Mount Pleasant)
Fax: 604-775-0881

For more information about the BC government's choices and the effects of the cuts, see Stop BC Arts Cuts.
dreaminghope: (Starry Starry Night)
There are two new lights in the skyline of East Vancouver. From the edge of downtown, there's a slowly turning red W. From up on the hill, shining down, is a light blue cross. They face each other; if you could stand on either, you'd probably be able to see the other, though you might need binoculars.

My house is about half way between them.



The W is a new reproduction of an old sign. Russ remembers the W on top of the Woodward's building from his trips from his parent's place in Coquitlam to his Grandma's in West Vancouver; it was the sign of Vancouver for him. At that time, the W was the sign for the Woodward's department store. The store has long since closed, and the building was abandoned. The building's fate was debated and fought over, and was recently renovated to be stores, cafes, and a bank on the ground floor, topped with condos. The block has been named the Woodward's District and the W was re-installed to watch over it all.

The W turns above the border between the Downtown East Side's greatest poverty and the downtown business men who think they are laid back because they don't wear ties while slowly working themselves into ulcers and heart attacks. Its history is one of consumer culture and capitalism as a definer of our urban skylines.



The East Vancouver Cross is a new version of an old sign too. The light installation by East Vancouver artist Ken Lum is based on a popular spray-paint tag.

I've been fascinated by Ken Lum's work since before I knew who he was, thanks to a very random installation in the industrial park behind my house ("A Tale of Two Children").

The new cross is packed with history and meaning: the Catholic history of Little Italy and the Irish immigrants, East Vancouver pride, and skateboarding culture. It isn't universally popular: Some view it as a gang symbol (it apparently was... in the 1950s). Some resent what they perceive as a religious symbol because our community is no longer, as a whole, very religious, and certainly isn't very Christian. Others sent resent the cross because they see it as sacrilegious. I like that people are actually talking about art.

Ken Lum says: "I don't see the intention of the piece as trying to be therapeutic in any way. I think it shows: we're East Side, we're strong, we have challenges and we have strengths. I don't necessarily see it as a pom-pom structure."

The W and the cross are facing each other: two different East Vancouver histories, and maybe two different futures.

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