Relaying Political Messages

Well, I’ve finally made a decision regarding the Olympic Torch Relay and China’s hosting of the Games this summer, and whether or not they should be protested. I’ve been wavering back and forth between thinking the world should admonish the awarding of such an event to a country whose human rights record is beyond abysmal, and thinking that sports should remain “pure” and free from political nonsense.

I wake up almost every morning to CBC radio’s “The Current.” It’s a great current affairs show that often tackles controversial topics with great gusto. This morning, they had on one of the Chinese chairpersons of the Torch Relay who was trying to defend the Games against the protesters. She was up against a University of Toronto professor who had a pretty solid argument in favour of protest.

The chairperson was trying to argue that politics and sports should be kept separate. Note that this very defence doesn’t even attempt to counter the arguments against the human rights issues; it just tries to hide them in the corner of the international boxing ring. The U of T professor countered with some pretty strong arguments which have – at least for the time being – convinced me solidly. So here’s why I’m standing in opposition of this summer’s Games in China:

1. The Modern Olympic Games have always been a politically motivated event. They were created in part to re-establish France’s political superiority in the wake of the Franco-Prussian war. This is a fascinating history – you should read more about it.

2. It is ridiculous to assert that even now the games aren’t political. Athletes don’t represent themselves, they represent their countries. And when they win, their national anthem is played and their nation’s flag is flown. And then, when they return home to their country, they are lauded and admired as national heroes.

And my own arguments:

3.The very fact that people in China right now have no idea that the world is protesting their government speaks volumes.

4. If we begin to compartmentalize such sensitive and volatile issues as Human Rights, we risk compromising our own values and ethics. Even if these Games weren’t a political event, which clearly they are, they still should have be protested. Protesting human rights abuses in China but attending or supporting the Games is doublespeak.

The world is giving tacit approval for China to continue its torrid abuse of basic human rights. Is this surprising? Of course not. Western governments continue to trade with China and act as if nothing is wrong because it suits their wallets and their political egos. Why expect anything different when it comes to sports?

Obama for PM

We, the people of Israel, no less than the people of Palestine, are hostages of our history and of our present leadership. Our extremists – perhaps the only inspirational speakers we have – bludgeon us into feeling that we must resurrect a glorious past which is not only impossible to recreate, but which blocks us from moving on into a livable future.

We could use a good man like Barack Obama. We need a man who has an awareness of his own limitations, and a sense of the boundless promise of the nation and its people. We need to be uplifted. We need to heal. We need to be able to triumph over our own habits and preconceptions, our grief and our grievances, our prejudices and our blood grudges.

We need someone who can see the horizon we have long ago stopped seeking. We need to resurrect the most battered of our values, the belief in the power of reconciliation and cooperation, the faith in the sheer existence of possibility.
~ Bradley Burston, Ha’aretz

Commentary coming soon

[Updated] Just a friendly neighbourhood reminder

LOST is back, and in as objective of an opinion as I can possibly get myself to form, it is better than ever.

Really, it was quite stellar this evening. Just a stunning work of art.

No matter how confused, frustrated, or disenchanted (or continually suffering from a mild form of obsession) you might be with this television show, you’ve got to admire the incredible uniqueness of its construction, and the delicate and deft way in which it is artistically produced.

Props to everyone involved.

[UDPDATE] Thanks to (of all places) USA Today, for this enlightening commentary:

Let Lost remind you of how spectacular scripted network programming can be. This is the kind of show broadcast TV depends on to maintain primacy in ratings and ad rates, not cultural irrelevancies like NBC’s already-fading American Gladiators and sad Celebrity Apprentice. We need shows like Lost, and we only get them when great writers combine with big-network budgets and exposure.

Some good Shabbas learning…

“find a way to do what you love to do…. because then, if you find a way to do what you love to do, then it doesn’t really matter if you get paid to do it. then you can have your whole life wrapped around it and work in a coffee shop, you know? and then, if you are lucky, maybe you can make a living at it. and then, if you are lucky, and you work hard, maybe you can make a lot of money doing it.

but if that’s your goal (to become rich), then you really shouldn’t do it as a life. if your goal is money and fame, there are a lot easier ways to do it. go on fear factor, you know? if you want money, if you want music, all you have to do is play.”

Orange isn’t only for Gaza…

When I was ten years old, I had an interesting visit to the doctor. The reason for my trip was not entirely uncommon, but extremely intriguing, and – for a ten year old – possibly embarrassing. You see, I have always had an affinity for carrots, and apparently at this point in my life I was eating more than my body could process properly.

So my skin turned orange.

Yup! Orange. Don’t believe me? Check this guy out. Not a dangerous condition, just an overload of beta-carotene. My friends at school didn’t believe me and thought that I was playing an elaborate trick on them involving paint and possibly markers. But there I was, walking around for a week with orange hands.

Fast forward 14 years. I’m watching the news this morning. And I have just learned that my childhood period of orangeness was not my fault for eating too many carrots. No, the fault lies squarely on another group of people.

The Dutch.

Yup! The Dutch. Apparently carrots are naturally purple, but were harvested and changed to look Orange by the Dutch so they would match the flag of the Dutch Independence movement in the 1700s. Thanks a lot Netherlands! Wish I had known this back in Grade 4.

and now, for something completely different

As you may have noticed, things look new and fresh around here. The change is in celebration of the metre of snow piled up outside.

As much as I like the NYC image up top, it needs changing… unfortunately my lego friends were banished to the land of “not recognized by your browser.” We’ll give it some time.

Train ride home yesterday (which should’ve taken five hours) wound up taking an excruciating seven hours. The best moment of the trip happened something like this:

Conductor: (as people were getting to their seats) “Excuse me folks, please keep moving up ahead, that’s right.. keep it moving. SIR! please keep moving!”

Guy: “I can’t! There’s a steel wall in front of us. Unless you’ve got some X-MEN on the train who can move through metal, we’re out of luck”

That is all.