In today’s Sun: the death of Big Media

A while back, I gave a talk at the University of Toronto. My topic was how big institutions ­— governments, unions, corporations, associations and (particularly) big media — are completely out to lunch when it comes to communication.

I told the 300 kids in attendance that big institutions speak in a language, and a manner, that normal people just don’t. I gave the kids an example: Lots and lots of people don’t actually know how many million are in a billion, I said.

“But governments and corporations and unions, and especially big media, keep talking about billions all the time,” I added.

“Which means they are literally talking to regular people in a language that they don’t really understand.”

It’s not just language, however. The entire culture has changed, too. But big institutions ­— and big media in particular — keep talking at citizens in a manner that is as old-fashioned as a rotary phone or a VCR.

For instance: Back at the dawn of time, when I had the privilege to work for then-opposition leader Jean Chretien, we selected subjects for the daily Question Period by (a) reading newspapers and (b) watching CBC and CTV news. We determined what was important by watching Peter Mansbridge, in effect. We based our approach in QP on what the journalists and columnists wrote in the morning papers.

So I asked the kids: ”When was the last time one of you watched Peter Mansbridge’s show? When was the last time you sat down on a leisurely Saturday, and read a newspaper?”

All of this wasn’t very scientific, of course, but neither is the big media, most days. Too often, big media make important decisions based upon anecdotes, hearsay and a tenuous understanding of marketing data.


Mystery furniture

This is a picture of The Mystery Furniture, received from Lala to mark the weeks-long Festival of Joy.

It’s up at the cabin, now, and she bought it in Brighton. It is a mystery.

Apparently it comes from Romania, and was handmade by the Roma (don’t tell Col. Kenney). It has wooden hinges and overlapping planks, as if to make it airtight. No nails at all. It apparently was made as a wedding gift in or around 1850.

The markings on the front – V, I, M plus the weird geometrical stuff – are utterly obscure. Latin? Numeric? Some ancient language? Who knows.

Anyone got any theories on this? It’s The Mystery Furniture, and stubbornly so.

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The Festival of Joy: A debate about the Id, the Ego and the Superego

So, it’s the Festival of Joy. What better use of it could there be than debating the Id, the Ego and the Superego on the 401 with Lala? Here is my dilemma: the Id is demanding, selfish, ravenous, irresponsible, and so on. The Ego, theoretically, holds the Id in check. That is, it continually seeks to moderate the impulsive nature of the Id. The Superego, meanwhile, is supposedly the moral centre. In essence, it provides values, ethics, morays, and the like. The Superego is our conscience, and provides a set of rules by which the Ego can moderate the impulses of the Id.

So, the dilemma. Is the Ego simply an automaton? A robotic control mechanism for the Id, which lacks moral structure but for the value-laden Superego? I don’t understand how the Ego is without conscience of its own. Therefore, if it is capable of values-based decision making, who the fuck needs the Superego in the first place?

This is the sort of discussion that we are having as we head East on this sunless Festival of Joy. Don’t take any wooden nickels.


Romney and Ryan

…like most conservatives, say they believe in “the dignity of human life.”

Unless, as someone observed this morning, you are a human who is poor or sick.


In Sunday’s Sun: Putin’s afraid of grrrls

Pussy Riot?

Admittedly, it’s a bit of a controversial name.
But in the global punk scene — which has produced countless bands with unseemly handles like the Sex Pistols, Dead Kennedys, Bad Religion and The Circle Jerks — having a shocking name is standard fare. So, too, offensive lyrics, offensive messages and offensive behaviour.

Punks are generally young, and usually angry. They’re angry about the government, about society, about war, about racism, about the state of the environment, about their parents or teachers or whatever.

Being young and angry is central to the punk rock ethos. (I should know, I’ve been involved in the punk scene in Canada since I was 15 years old.)

Punk, in the main, is all about stirring up s—. Punks believe that, when you wake people up from their torpor — with a shocking song, or performance — you have a better shot at motivating them. You have a chance to mobilize people and make the planet a better place.

Punks, while mostly on the Left, also distrust governments and other big institutions. They don’t seek government or corporate handouts, and the central tenet of the punk faith is DIY — Do It Yourself. Don’t wait for someone else to do it for you.

Vladimir Putin doesn’t get, or doesn’t care, about any of that. He oversees Russia like a czar, after all. He’s a big man, with lots of power. He’s also a smirking, pompous, corrupt, kickboxing thug who runs his country like Tony Soprano runs a racket. And he doesn’t mind beating up on girls.

Pussy Riot is a Russian all-girl punk band. They, like most sensible people inside and outside Russia, think Putin is an anti-democratic gangster. When Putin announced he was running for yet another term as Russian president, Pussy Riot were pissed off.


SFH on iTunes!

May not be a massively big deal to anyone else, but the geriatric punks in SFH are delighted: we’ve hit the big time, baby! Groupies, drug habits and garishly expensive world tours await!

Or, not.  Anyway.  Buy our songs.  We have lawyers to pay.