Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Emotional tone

Jack's funeral is over, and the NDP, according to one of the papers, is already squabbling about the future. Let's pray that an iota of the past week's stunning idealism and brotherhood remains in us all.


A linguist called Pennebaker has just published a book about pronouns, and the New York Times mentioned a previous article of his, doing a linguistic analysis of Beatles' songs. As you can imagine, I am so there. Here are the terms he sets for analyzing the works of Lennon, McCartney, Harrison, and Lennon-McCartney, in the early days when their writing was truly intertwined:

Words per song Emotional tone

Positive emotion Negative emotion Sexual words

Social/identity Social processes First person singular First person plural Cognitive processes Cognitive mechanisms Words �� 6 letters Articles

Making distinctionsb Time orientation

Past tense Present tense Future tense Immediacy


Oh those racy linguists, they sure know how to have a good time. I'll let you know what he discovers when (if) I manage to plow through. Or else you can read it for yourself:

http://homepage.psy.utexas.edu/homepage/faculty/pennebaker/reprints/Beatles.pdf


At Carol's class today, we ran on the roof of the Y, in the wild grass garden they've planted there. Marvellous, thumping around to music on a soft grey day with a breeze, on the roof. My own garden is starting to look patchy and tired, and I'm picking new growth from the tomato plants, hoping just to harvest the ones growing now. It's ending, folks, this lovely summer. But we've got a lot of good eatin' to do yet. Yesterday, at the local farmer's market - two baskets of peaches for $10! "The last of the season," she said. I shall be immersed in peaches for days to come. Paradise.


Monday, August 29, 2011

one of the most important articles you will ever read

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Apocalyptic crisis budgeting

August 12, 2011

Edmund Pries

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Stephen Harper and Rob Ford are among many right-wing leaders who believe in crisis budgeting to cut down the size of government. (Aug. 3, 2011)

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The headlines have been apocalyptic and relentless. Unless the U.S. cuts trillions in social spending, it will go bankrupt. Unless Canada cuts billions in federal spending, our economy will go bust. Unless Toronto cuts more than $700 million in program spending, the city will collapse. We live in an age of apocalyptic crisis budgeting. Unless the most drastic social spending cuts are implemented, the world as we know it will sink into the quicksand of debt, never to reappear again. How could this happen?

During the Reagan era, a friend and former colleague, a professor of American history, was invited to the deliberations of a Washington think-tank that provided policy direction for the Republican Party. As they discussed growing the debt and increasing the deficit, he was flabbergasted: “Are you not the party of balanced budgets and debt elimination?” The reply was unequivocal, “Our goal is to grow the deficit as much as possible in order to create political space to eliminate government-funded programming. Until then, we want high deficits while lobbying for a balanced budget — and promoting social program cuts as the only solution.”

To create this useful deficit, tax cuts to wealthy individuals and corporate sectors would be dramatically increased, especially to the banking, energy and military segments. In short, one would implement a transfer of the state’s revenue supply obligations from the wealthiest to the poor and middle classes in order to permit an even greater transfer of wealth from the middle classes to the rich thereafter.

The only trick was to convince the poor and middle classes to “buy in” via a mixture of patriotism and structural necessity so that they would vote in favour of cutting the very programs that benefitted them.

Canadians have had front row seats to observe this structural engineering over the past two decades. After years of sky-high deficits, Bill Clinton’s Democrats balanced the budget and produced a surplus. Then George W. Bush granted tax relief for the wealthiest and went to war in Afghanistan and Iraq to create the largest deficit in American history. As Bush exited from office and Obama entered, trillions of dollars were transferred by the government (funded mostly by middle-class Americans) to the banks. As a thank you, the banks foreclosed on the homes of more people than at any other time in history. The recent debt ceiling settlement follows the pattern as additional social spending cuts are implemented without cancelling Bush’s tax cuts to the very rich.

Like Clinton in the U.S., the federal Liberals left office with a budgetary surplus. The Conservatives created the largest deficit in Canadian history and, unbelievably, ran an election campaign on financial management savvy! Of course, they created the deficit in part by implementing tax cuts and engaging in discretionary spending designed to produce the deficit which, we are told, now needs to be eliminated by cutting programs.

The same approach has now come to Toronto and is being mimicked by Rob Ford. He, too, was left a surplus by his predecessor. Nevertheless, the agenda marches on. First, create the crisis by reducing the revenue base through tax cuts and then take the budget knife to Toronto’s city-wide programs. Instead of articulating a vision for building a great city, it is simply a slash and burn approach to a manufactured crisis.

Some have pretended that the budgetary crisis is real and not manufactured. Let us be clear: our relative wealth is greater than at any time in our history. Our collective ability to build a strong, caring and inclusive society in which everyone can participate has never been greater. This also holds true for the community of nations: we have the capacity to build a just global society.

Our preparedness to do so, however, seems utterly lacking, for an extreme individualism has taken over the mindset of many. We believe, falsely, that we are best served by hoarding as many resources as possible and letting others fend for themselves. The opposite is true. We are best served when we build a society together where all, including each reader of this article, can benefit through the building of community-wide programs.

In many 16th century European cities, each citizen was required to swear an annual citizenship oath to the city (or community) in which they resided. In it citizens affirmed, among other things, their commitment to “support the well-being of their neighbour” and “promote the common good.” Toronto’s early history as a community, like Canada’s as a country, speaks of similar goals and aspirations.

Have we really lost our sense of the common good? Or is each person now on his or her own? There is no apocalyptic budgetary crisis other than of our own making. The crisis is in our orientation.

Edmund Pries teaches in the department of global studies at Wilfrid Laurier University

Sunday, August 28, 2011

thinking of Olivia

In recovery mode, on this serene Sunday during which Hurricane Irene's bad weather decided, after a gloomy beginning, to pick up and go somewhere else ... We had sun this afternoon, and a sweet breeze. I confess that when I came home yesterday, after watching the celebration of Jack's life on King Street, then talking to my emotional mother and daughter, I sat down in a daze to drink a glass of wine or two, and then, perhaps, three. Or maybe even four. It was that kind of evening, thinking about the end of life, about legacy, children, the future of the country. About love, loneliness, courage, truth. All kinds of deep topics brought to the fore by the events of this week, honed to a rosy glow by red wine.

So a bit of a headache this morning, and a slow day pottering around, some work, some play. As often happens, I was accompanied throughout by the CBC - while I cooked large quantities of food, I listend to Nora Young's interesting program on technology, Spark, at 1, then a moving Tapestry program on - what else? - death, including a piece about No One Dies Alone, an agency that sends volunteers to the hospital rooms of patients without family or friends to accompany them on their last journey. More tears as I listened, and I thought that yesterday, I'd exhausted my supply.

And then Eleanor Wachtel, interviewing a Norwegian novelist. "Writing is not therapy," he said sternly, "writing is about opening wounds, not healing them," before telling us how much of his own life he has explored in his fiction, and how much that has helped him. "Go where the pain is," he said.

I checked my website statistics today and found an extraordinary thing - usually some 300 to 350 individuals a month visit my site, most returning 3 or 4 times over the span of four weeks. But this week, starting on Tuesday, double the usual numbers, about 60 people a day, have been visiting the site. And just yesterday, 200 people checked in. They must have Googled Lorraine Segato and found my blog post about her marriage to Ilana Landsberg-Lewis a few years ago. Looking at that rising cliff of readers, I felt like the owner of a small, dusty store selling an obscure product which suddenly was in great demand. Read all about it! she shouts.

Tomorrow, presumably, the numbers will drop to their usual level. My dear readers - a fine bunch who, for some reason, want to read way too many words about the life of a sentimental, often weepy writer living in downtown Toronto, who regularly goes to France and eats large quantities of cheese.

Today, I am thinking of Olivia. Until today, she has had so much work to do, organizing events in the public eye. That work is not done; I'm sure there are many who want to visit her, and Jack is to be cremated and scattered in 3 different places. She will do it all with efficiency and grace. But these two were incomparable soul mates, as Jack's daughter Sarah pointed out so well. What agony, to lose not only the man you love and live with and sleep with, but the man with whom you share almost every moment of your working life. The pain of that loss is unimaginable.

And yet, if anyone can move through and emerge the stronger, it's Olivia Chow.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

watching the funeral

Drained, my eyes puffy, drinking a cold glass of rosé in an attempt to recover. I cycled down to King Street this afternoon, to be with many thousands of others, standing in the street watching on giant monitors the celebration of Jack's life, which was being conducted just behind us in Roy Thomson Hall. So much orange! (FYI, I was wearing an orange summer dress that I bought at a street market in Provence.)

The whole thing was extraordinary - to see the political elite of Canada sitting in rows, hearing talk after talk about social justice, inclusion, equality, freedom, generosity. The Honourable John Baird (an oxymoron) had to listen, Rob Ford, Tony Clement, our fine Prime Minister. What must these right-wing men have thought? Is it possible, as I wrote before, that a sliver of Jack's spirit entered their consciousnesses? That politics will be different from now on in Canada, even temporarily?

There was so much that was moving and beautiful - the whole thing, in fact. The native prayer at the beginning; the vital Quebecois singer who, we gradually came to see, had only one hand and one leg; Stephen Page singing Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah;" the video about Jack's life that was like an ad for the NDP (woo hoo!); Rev. Brent Hawkes, telling us that Jack always asked him, first, "Brent, how's John?" - John is the Reverend's husband - and later, the Rev. asking the Prime Minister, "Mr. Harper - how's Laureen?"

Jack's children, so moving, natural and honest, speaking of, and to, their dad. Olivia's extraordinary dignity and beauty.

And mostly - Mr. Stephen Lewis, making the speech of a lifetime. I stood outside on King Street, trying to shield myself from the sun, tears running down my face - and best of all, surrounded by thousands who felt the same way. All of us, applauding, cheering, ringing bicycle bells, weeping. I'm so glad he mentioned the War Measures Act, which the NDP opposed to the hooting derision of the other parties; that more recently, Jack demanded negotiation with the Taliban, again derided by others, now considered one way to help end the war.

Lorraine Segato belted out her anthem "Rise Up"; what a star she is. Two people standing nearby asked me who she was. "Lorraine Segato sings with the band the Parachute Club," I told them. "She's married to Stephen Lewis's daughter." As I said after their wedding - how I love this country.

Afterward, all those orange t-shirts climbed onto bicycles and rode away, the streets for blocks around closed off by police and filled with people. This, for a socialist politician. How I love this country. As soon as I got home, the phone rang - my mother, also sodden. And then my daughter, who was working but managed to watch.

Now to see if any of it - all those admonitions to love one another - sticks.

P.S. And to cheer us all up - This Hour has 22 Minutes has compiled a selection of their funny times with Jack. A joy to watch.
http://youtu.be/VGu682FUDsQ
Yesterday I lost a hero
Today I learned about
love, hope and optimism
Tomorrow I finish
what Jack started


Jack's coffin
being lifted out

The crowd of
thousands, many
in orange