Project Hail Mary, Artemis II and My Introduction to Hopecore

I have been bordering on pushy, telling my friends and acquaintances to go see the movie Project Hail Mary. 

We watched it as a family the first Tuesday after release, and all four of us adored it. Any one of us would have happily turned around and walked right back in for a secodn showing, had that been an option. Fenya thought there was a chance of it ending up as her favourite science-fiction movie ever. For myself, I haven't been this evangelical about a movie in terms of bugging folks to see it in a theatre since Inception. I asked a friend who hadn't seen it if he wanted to go so I would have an excuse to watch it in IMAX.

And there are a lot of different reasons for this:

• a solid story, driven by science but wrapped in humanity
• a remarkable performance by Ryan Gosling (who also produced it), and almost half his screen time has no other humans to interact with
• a commitment to practical effects wherever possible, including puppetry and physical models of spaceships
• perhaps the best alien character since Mr. Spock, but far, far more alien

But that isn't the reason I am pushing folks so hard to not wait for this to stream, to see it in a darkened room with strangers.

The premise of the story revolves around the need to send a middle school science teacher 12 light years away in a last-ditch hope to save Earth's rapidly dimming star. Drew Goddard's screenplay (based on Andy Weir's (The Martian) novel) does not soft-peddle the horror of this, having the topic introduced in a classroom, resulting in 8th graders very quickly connecting the dots between a cooling planet, a global food crisis, and probable breakdown of society, and (understandably) getting quite upset.

But even with that grimness, underscored by the frank admission by the project's director (Sandra Huller) that the 30 year timeline they are working with assumes the world's governments working together to ration food (which they won't), hope permeates almost every scene. Sometimes desperately, sometimes whimsically, but very nearly omnipresently.

And that hope is closer to the reason for my zeal, but not the core of it.

Seeing a film that dramatizes so clearly and spectacularly the need for curiosity, openmindedness and friendship in desperate times, while we as a society and a species face a wholly different but still entirely fraught circumstance, was something I think I needed in my soul.

And experiencing it with a room full of people I don't know, and hearing sounds in the dark that made me realize they felt something similar as well? 

That was transcendent. 

I don't want to say much more about the movie itself because there are so many tiny discoveries to be made and I want you to have all of them, even if you do wait to see it at home (but please go if you can). And I really don't want to oversell it because a co-worker went to see it and disliked it so much she left before it finished, but I have to tellyou, that feeling it gave me felt awfully, awfully good, and I want more people to experience it. And I am sorry it didn't play out that way for my colleague, but hey, there is no accounting for taste, right?.

And looking on Threads (Meta/ Facebook's version of Twitter), it looks like a lot of folks share my sentiment about the flick, one of which introduced me to the term 'hopecore', which, please God, let this become a thing.

Hopecore, eh? You know, I am not entirely sure what that is....but I am pretty sure I want more of it.

Now, I fully realize that what I find touching you might find treacly or overly sentimental or whatever, so bear that in mind, but if these testimonials leave even the slightest bit curious, get our there before it leaves theatres. I've seen it twice already and will go again if it coerces someone else into seeing it in the wild.

Meanwhile, here in the real world, four genuine hero astronauts travelled further than any other humans ever last week, as the Intrepid spacecraft carried the Artemis II crew on a loop around the moon.

My sister and her husband (who is probably an even bigger NASA fan than me!) were up last week and we were able watch the launch together. I will admit, my heart was in my throat from liftoff to maybe the two minute mark, because Challenger's fate at 73 seconds into their flight abjectly refused my polite but firm requests to leave my mind, but it was honestly a beautiful thing to see and I am grateful we could all see it together.

But what was most surprising was how much interest was maintained throughout the mission - not just by my fellow space nerds, but the public in general seemed genuinely entranced by this mission. Maybe there was more interest up here in Canada because one of our own, Jeremy Hansen, was on a lunar mission for the very first time. Whatever the reason, hearing people in the grocery checkout line talk about the insertion burn or folks in church discussing the lunar slingshot was tremendously gratifying.

Similar to Project Hail Mary though, while the technology was amazing, the humanity was what a lot of us found most moving. 

First of all, one of the most diverse space crews ever, with a black pilot, female mission specialist, and a Canadian.

The emotion they shared went beyond mere excitement, such as when they shared the enormity of seeing a tiny Earth dwarfed by the Moon's proximity, and a giddy voice from mission control responded with a line from PHM:

Peak eye leakage for me came when they named a crater after the late wife of the mission commander, Reid Wiseman:

(Get effed, toxic masculinity!)

Anyways, the day after safely splashing down off the coast of San Diego, the Artemis II crew had a lot of great stuff to say, like Jeremy Hansen:

“What you saw was a group of people who loved contributing, having meaningful contribution and extracting joy out of that. And what we’ve been hearing is that was something special for you to witness. I would suggest to you that when you look up here, you’re not looking at us. We are a mirror reflecting you, and if you like what you see, then just look a little deeper. This is you.”

And Christina Koch:

“A crew is a group that is in it all the time, no matter what, that is stroking together every minute with the same purpose, that is willing to sacrifice silently for each other, that gives grace, that holds accountable. A crew has the same cares and the same needs, and a crew is inescapably beautifully, dutifully linked. I know I haven’t learned everything that this journey has yet to teach me. But there’s one new thing I know, and that is planet Earth: You are a crew.”

The greatest delight for me, though, continues to be the positivity, the optimism, the sense of hope in a time where it feels like we could really use more of it.

I watched Project Hail Mary on an UltrAVX screen and then again in IMAX. Glory and I watched the recovery of the capsule on my iPad while we ate dinner.

Whatever screen I might be viewing, please Lord, let there be more hopecore for me to see.

Performative Faith

(This post brought to you by a combination of insomnia and the sudden realization I forgot to blog last night!)

American Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth is framing up Trump's war in Iran with a lot, and I mean a LOT of faith-based language. He has instituted regular monthly Christian worship services at the Pentagon, and in a recent one, prayed openly for American service members to have "wisdom in every decision, endurance for the trial ahead, unbreakable unity, and overwhelming violence of action against those who deserve no mercy."

No specifics were given as to who specifically might be undeserving of mercy, but we can probably hazard some guesses.

This approach really seems to fly in the face of the teachings of Christ as they have been presented to me (feed the hungry, heal the sick, visit the prisoner, etc.) but it doesn't feel like my place to criticize someone else for how they express their beliefs, however hypocritical and problematic they might appear to me personally.

But luckily even protestants like me can take heart and guidance from the first American pope, Leo XIV, who in his Palm Sunday address said, "(Jesus) does not listen to the prayers of those who wage war, but rejects them, saying: 'Even though you make many prayers, I will not listen: your hands are full of blood',"

Citing the Hebrew Testament prophet Isaiah in this way really helps to draw a line between Christianity and Christian Nationalism, a movement we are having to deal with more and more here in Canada as well. Here in Alberta, the former Wild Rose Party and its "lake of fire" Biblical punishment fundamentalists, aided by citizen groups like Take Back Alberta, have rolled back all manner of protections for gay and trans kids and prompted the provincial government to divert millions of dollars in funding from public to private and religious 'charter' schools. 

Federally, MP Jamil Jivani voted against Bill C-9, which removes a religious exemption for hate speech, while dramatically clutching a bible to his chest. 

This bugs me for a number  reasons, not the least of which is because the House of Commons has strict rules against using props of any kind - even buttons with slogans and symbols are prohibited. But most aggravating is the fact that this guy and his party have voted against multiple pieces of legislation that would seem to be consistent with how Jesus would like us to behave: feeding school children, sending aid to Cuba in midst of an energy blockade, supporting a nationwide dental care program for those without other insurance.

None of these endeavours were worthy of Conservative support, but stop allowing people to use hate speech cloaked in scripture and Jivani and his ilk call it an attack on Christianity. And American-owned media like the National Post (who have a virtual monopoly on text-based media in Canada with 130 daily print and digital brands) are only too happy to back them up in this.

And while NP circumspectly calls it an attack on faith here, I wonder what would have happened had an MP brought a Quran to that vote instead of a Bible.

At the end of the day, I don't feel particularly persecuted as a Christian, and I am grateful to see the religious loophole to hate speech finally is almost closed now that the legislation has passed in the HoC. The arguments never held a lot of water, and as many have said, if the practice of your faith involves hate speech, you should check the instructions again to make sure you are doing it right.

Heck, even with C-9 in the books, I don't think Hegseth's posturing, bellicose prayer meets the threshold for what we would consider hate speech here in Canada - but it's good to know that if it was, scriptural shields are no longer a sufficient defense against accountability.

And who knows what accountability might eventually be rendered by the Almighty?

The Hard Times

Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears,
While we all sup sorrow with the poor;
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears;
Oh! Hard times come again no more.

-Stephen Foster

When I was in 8th grade, there was a social studies unit that begins with an audio drama depicting how you and your classmates are on a field trip visiting a military base when the signs begin blaring because war - presumably nuclear - has broken out. The students are quickly put onto a transport plane to be evacuated, but crash land on an island with flora, fauna and climate more akin to the South Pacific than anywhere in Canadian territory. With no supervision you must organize, gather resources and creat your own small scale society until rescue comes, if it ever does.

Other than the discovery of breadfruit as a potential food source, I remember very little of that unit, but that opening will stick with me. The wail of the alarm did not sound all the different from the repurposed civil defense siren at Alexandra Arena that sounded the ten pm curfew every night. Even as children, we were constantly reminded of the threat of WWIII: the notion that the DEW line might be our only warning that Soviet ICBMs were enroute over the North Pole, Audrey being directed to hide under a playground slide during a drill, countless "what if" scenarios played out on screens big and small as well as pages far and wide.

After the fall of the Berlin Wall and the dissolution of the Soviet Union though, there was much less worry about such global conflict. Sure, the Peoples Republic of China emerged as a new "near peer adversary" and then Russia re-asserted itself as a global and malign actor, but there have always been other pressing things to worry about. Global conflict has never been as significant a concern to my adult self as it seemed to be in my adolescence, and I never, never took that air of peace in my own backyard for granted. 

I mean, up until recently.

• In 2022, Russia invaded the eastern border of Ukraine in a "Special Military Operation" (e.g. war) that somehow persists to this very day (Slava Ukraini!)
• European nations, while not committing troops to the fight, are only two willing to help supply Ukraine where it can with jet fighters, ammunition and armoured vehicles, and Finland and Sweden have even joined NATO subsequently.
• China also weaponized its extended coastline that it built up into the South China Sea in 2022, effectively narrowing the aperture through which international ships may pass without entering coastal waters
• The current U.S. administration, disregarding treaties and internationl laws that inconvenience it in any way, have launched attacks with no congressional approval on the leadership of Venezuela, and as of two days ago, joined Israel in launching long range atacks on Iran (again, without a declaration of war or congressional approval).
• Iran, having sustained not only the death of Supreme Leader Ayatollah Khameini but possible mass civilian casualties due to a school strike, is now lashing out with attacks across the Middle East (Israel, Bahrain, U.A.E., Qatar, Kuwait, Iraw and Jordan).

So, geopolitically at least, I think it is fair to say things have destabilized significantly over the past decade or so.

Meanwhile in my home province of Alberta, health care and education are failing due to mismanagement by the UCP government (e.g. 11,000 acute care beds in the '90s compared to 8,800 now, despite the population going from <3 million to over 5 million in that period); whether this is due to incompetence, callousness, active cruelty or ruthless pursuit of privatization is up for debate, but not to me.

This same government has taken no stance against the separatist movement in Alberta, a movement whose senior figures which has also claimed to have met with senior U.S. officials to discuss loans, trade treaties and even potential military support.

With that same UCP government now trying to blame immigrants for the 9.4B dollar deficit they have wrought with a really problematic set of referendum questions this fall and taking steps to transition our Sherrifs into a police force that the majority of citizens and  municipalities have made clear they don't want, many outraged Albertans calling for an election, which seems unlikely to happen.

So, yeah, all in all, between the stuff happening at home and ICE killing and beating up Americans in Democratic cities like Minneapolis, and armed conflicts increasing in multiple theatres across the globe, it is all looking a little too 1930s around here for my tastes.

Bad actors (despots, wanna-be dictators, monarchs-in-waiting and billionaire oligarchs) all seem intent on making things tough for ordinary people worldwide and it feels like things might get worse before they get better.

Even now, however, it is critical that we not give up hope.

Continue to pay attention, to speak up, to call out unjust and illegal behaviour when you see it. 

Remember that despite their power, some of these individuals are objectively stupid, like whoever decided to host a strategic military session in a curtained off area of a resort.

And times may indeed get tough, but humanity has shown an amazing ability to weather hard times - hell, look at Ukraine! Do what you can to prepare before hardships arrive.When they do, help your nieghbour where you can, so they will help you and others in turn. Community will always endure. 

I don't like the felling in the pit of my stomach, and if I hear a civil defense siren outside, even as a drill, even in jest, I will die inside just a little. 

But regardless of your belief, have faith in the wisdom of these words: "This too, shall pass."

'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,
Hard Times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;
Oh! Hard times come again no more.

Silvering To Victory

Like a lot of Canadians, Audrey and I got up before 6 am this morning so we could watch the gold medal hockey game against Team USA.

So, like many Canadians, in addition to being sleep deprived, I am saddened, frustated and yeah, disappointed.

Not with our team - heavens no!

Without their injured captain and gold medal hero Sidney Crosby, they still played their guts out, tying the game, penalty killing a 4-minute major, shelling the American goalie (who played supernaturally well!) with nearly twice as many shots as their opponents in the 2nd and 3rd periods, but ultimately losing early in the 3-on-3 overtime period (which, by the way: why?!).

"We did everything but score," a crestfallen player said. What more could we have asked of them?

On social media, many Canadian sports fans credited the USA with playing a good, hard game, and thanked our side for a tremendous effort, but I am sure this outcome will rest on their spirits for years to come.

And sure, some Canucks pointed fingers at uncalled penalties, but my frustration didn't stem from them:

 

Disheartening stuff to be sure, and I am confident that there are people who find the stuff above amusing, gratifying and all part of the game.

But I think these laughs have a very low return on investment. Magnanimity feels like a lot to ask for in our currently heated environment, at least in some quarters. But I truly believe the overhead costs on hubris and arrogance will be debilitating in the long term. 

Seeing well-wishers from Finland (who we beat to get to the final), Great Britain (who we'd beaten in men's curling that very morning) and even some from the United States prior even to the puck being dropped, gave me a little consolation in the wake of the gloating and sneering that small-minded folks find preferable.

Canadian playwright Christopher Earle is quoted as saying, "Be humble in victory, and gracious in defeat." There is no second part to this aphorism or epigram; no promised reward or surety that goes with it. It doesn't promise good luck or to keep the doctor away or to make the practitioner healthy, wealthy and wise. Perhaps that is the point of it, actually.

In truth though, what it does is nurture relationships, and build community. It reduces division, something that many people rely upon to make the world continue running in an established pattern.

And while that promise might not be as flashy or alluring as gold, it has the shine and purity of silver, which makes it covetable (and accessible!) to that many more people!

Unprayed

I don't go to church to be disappointed in myself but it happens from time to time. Usually it is when I am reminded of the tenets of my faith and missed opportunities to apply them better, and during this past Sunday's service, that is what happened.

Most of the service was as one might expect: scriptures were read, songs were sung, and prayers were delivered. During our service, there is an opportunity to light candles of concern or celebration. Two were lit for congregations in our regions, one was lit for the death of a friend, and another was lit for the birth of a great-grandson. Of course someone lit one for the dead in Tumbler Ridge and that whole community, wishing them swift healing from the trauma their community endured. I thought about going up, but wrestled with the idea for too long and the moment was lost. 

I had first had the notion when we passed the peace at the start of the service, shaking hands with other people in the congregation and asking that the peace of Christ be with them. I shook hands with Madeline, a trans woman who started attending last fall with her partner Diamond. I know people in that community have experienced even more expressions of hatred since it was revealed that the Tumbler Ridge shooter was a trans individual, and I told Madeline I was glad to see them.

Then I shook hands with Nicole and Danielle, the couple who joined us as full members about a year ago through profession of faith, and who now look after the supplies for the post-service-fellowship. They are sweethearts and I am always delighted to see them.

But it got me thinking about the communities of faith where the four of them might not be welcome, and the unspoken prayer began to form.

A little while later we got to our reflection, which was not a sermon per se, but a brief talk by the guest invited by our Outreach Committee: Samuel Juru, the executive director of the Newcomer Centre (which was formerly called the Mennonite Center for Newcomers).

He spoke about his experiences growing up in Zimbabwe and being visited by armed government agents there after questioning those in power in a televised Q&A while a student. About coming to Canada as a political refugee, and how his first job here, despite having a degree in international relations, was unloading trucks on the nightshift.

Despite the fact that many other immigrants and refugees in his circle felt having a decent paying job and an apartment meant he had "made it", he reflected on what he wanted to do with his life, returned to school and started two decades of public service helping those trying to come to Canada to make it a better place.

It was a wonderfully personal and inspirational story, that had less to do with faith (although he related praying to God to give him Samson's strength on his first night of unloading heavy, tube-style televisions) and more to do with values, and maybe that is when it hit me:

How many of my fellow Albertans would have been indignat or even angered by the things that brought me joy that morning?

Shaking hands with a transgender woman? Greeting a lesbian couple? Listening to a black immigrant share his story about not only making a successful life with a family here in Canada but helping others to do the same?

It feels like I am continually reading the amplified grievances of people lamenting the way things "used to be," which, let's face it, were probably a pretty good time for white Christian males...but not a lot of others. 

This seems to be the banner that the Alberta separacists (no, I believe that is spelled correctly) are trying to draw people to, and in that moment of realization, a few things came into sharp focus to me:

1) sometimes, the simple act of being a wholly inclusive community of faith and providing a safe space for people is enough in itself, and

2) that being a welcoming and justice-oriented organization is going to feel threatening to some people, and

3) that impasse will be difficult, if not impossible to bridge in our current environment, and we should ask for help.

As people lined up to ask for prayers of both joy and concern, I recognized that what I should do, what I ought to say, is to go up, and highlight that impasse, and then pray - not for us but for the haters.

Pray that the Divine opens their eyes, or their minds, or their hearts, whatever requires broaching. Ask them to see a world that celebrates differences instead of fearing it, to imagine one that embraces diversity as a source of strength and not dilution. Because as entrenched as our positions might seem to be, we won't be able to move forward effectively without some of those on the other side changing their minds.

And with corporate-owned news media and billionaire-owned social media so intent on keeping us divided and antagonistic for eyes and subscriptions and likes and clicks and advertising dollars , the oligarchs and the rest of them can sit back and watch us divide ourselves, and then roll up to conquer later on.

All of this ran through my head as I struggled to pay attention to the other candle-lighters asking for prayers, but when the last one spoke, I was still there, in my seat. Unwilling to stand and make this ridiculous ask that we, as followers of not just the 'brand' but the actual teachings of Jesus, try to find it in ourselves to recognize the intolerant as fellow children of God.

And what has gnawed at my soul since then is not so much the fact that I was unable to do it; the real pain is the lack of regret I feel for not having done it.

Perhaps next Sunday...

Paneling Pride Vs. Prejudice

I was pretty nervous - I had just watched a very well-done and moving documentary about reluctant gay activist Delwin Vriend called Pride Vs. Prejudice that we had screened at our church for PIE Day, and I was about to introduce a very prestigious panel. I was very gratified when the three panelists laughed at my introductory joke: "A lawyer, a professor, a playwright, a senator, a member of the order of Canada and a drag performer all walk into a church….and it's only three people!"

Kris Wells, Darrin Hagen, Doug Stollery and Yours Truly

The panelists in question were writer, director, and composer Darrin Hagen (familiar to many Edmontonians as a member of  Guys in Disguise), the co-counsel on Vriend v Alberta, Douglas Stollery, and Impact Producer Kristopher Wells.

The Affirming Ministry Team at St. Albert United Church had asked for permission to screen the film as part of PIE Day, an opportunity to support the 2SLGBTQIA+ community with acts that are Public, Intentional and Explicit. Senator Wells, having spoken at our tenth Affirimiversary back in October, kindly arranged for us to not only show the movie but suggested a brief panel might be a useful educational experience as well.

When we met earlier in the week to talk about the event, some of us were concerned about bigoted individuals perhaps coming in to make a ruckus or disrupt things, but Darrin said he was honestly more concerned about the "I have more of a comment than a question..." people monopolizing the time. In the end we agreed that as moderator I would ask them each a questions or two and try to keep the session around 15-20 minutes.

The film itself is incredible and I highly recommend checking it out when you get a chance. It will undoubtedly end up on some screening service or another after its time on the film festival circuit wraps up, but I fully intend to purchase the BluRay at the earliest opportunity. They are taking the film to festival in Poland shortly, but the film's website also lists screenings like ours if you want to see it sooner.

Even as someone who remembered the headlines from the case at the time, hearing from the people directly involved with the case and its aftermath was absolutely fascinating; hearing Delwin Vriend himself recall being fired from his position at King's College right here in Edmonton for nothing more than being gay is chilling. Hearing how he was denied a hearing by the Alberta Human Rights Commission is infuriating and seeing how passionate lawyers working pro bono took his case all the way to the Supreme Court of Canada in 1998 is empowering.

Reading about the case and the decision gives you an impression of its importance, but not the struggles and personal impacts along the way:

• Learning that Justice McClung of the Alberta Court of Appeals turned his back on counsel Sheila Greckol while she was making her argument, in a brutal and flagrant display of disrespect.
• Hearing that someone had placed religious pamphlets condemning homosexuality on every seat in the chamber of the Supreme Court before the lawyers.
• Watching former city councillor Michael Phair get emotional as he talks about the death threats he received following the decision, while regressive activists were trying to pressure the PC provincial government and Premier Ralph Klein to invoke the notwithstanding clause. 

A good documentary not only provides clarity, it also produces insight. The best of them provoke an emotional connection to the subject matter or people involved, and at our screening you could hear laughs, applause and tearful sniffles as the story played out over 80 minutes.

Afterwards I got to engage the panel briefly, and I dearly wish I could remember their responses verbatim, but I was just too wound up and excited.

I asked Darrin about his directorial decision to juxtapose the historical clips and modern day interviews of those involved with shots from a queer history bus tour of Edmonton (led in part by none other than Michael Phair) and he confessed it arose in part out of his need (and distaste, apparently!) for shooting 'B-roll' for such projects. Seeing Vriend share parts of his story with people on that bus really underscored the sense of history behind it.

Doug graciously redirected my question about the challenges of working on such a high-profile case as one of the few 'out' lawyers at the time to how much more impacted other people had been, including Phair and Vriend himself. He also talked about the current US President's decision to blacklist legal firms who had represented people he considered enemies (removing their security clearances without cause, among other things), making it riskier to be perceived as being in opposition to him, and making it more difficult for them to get quality legal representation.

But he also took the opportunity to thank the United Church of Canada for seeking intervenor status on the case so that when other faith-based groups tried to assert that 'religions' were not in favour of making sexuality a discernible and protectable human right, the UCC could stand up as the largest protestant denomination of the time and make it clear that this was simply not true.

Finally. Dr. Wells spoke about the timeliness of revisiting the Vriend decision, not only terms of  its 25th anniversary when production started and the 20th anniversary of gay marriage in Canada, but also in light of the recent backsliding for the rights of 2SLGBTQIA+ individuals, particularly in Alberta. Gay and trans youth have had many supports including gender affirming care moved out of reach, and earlier this week, the unionized City of Edmonton employees announced they had been told to remove Pride flags from Edmonton Public Library properties in a commitment to 'neutrality.'

The senator also tied the need for increased education and activism to our current trade war and annexation situation, generating vocal support and applause when he said, "I never want to see us as the 51st state of anything, do you?"

Well over a hundred people came to our screening, most of whom were not regular attendees at our church, which was gratifying to see. We also had a free will offering with proceeds going to St. Albert Pride in the Park, which will hopefully help them increase its impact this summer after some organizational challenges last year. 

Everyone I spoke to was impressed and moved by the film, with many people asking where they could watch it again; when I find out, I will be sure to post it here.

Before leaving I made sure to let all the panelists know how much we, and particularly I, were that they were able to attend - these are very busy people - and to be such gracious guests! I especially thanked Doug, who, when we were discussing possible panel questions had expressed a preference for one, but gave me a two paragraph explanation for the other just so I would have it.

It is gratifying and reassuring to know that individuals committed to justice and equality and education still exist, and that there are others who can help bring their stories into the public eye.

And gosh, if someone sees Pride Vs. Prejudice and decdes to dramatize it so that even more people can learn about it - so much the better!

As It Stands

Typing while standing feels weird, I'm not gonna lie. But having legs of unequal length does too, and I think that should be given priority.

Wait, that's a terrible start - let me respool a bit.

I had back issues through a big chunk of December. Sciatica, a pulled muscle, I don't know. It started after a bad night's sleep following the dog clambering into bed with Adurey and I in the dead of night. The pre-sleep cuddles with her are great, but unconsciously adapting to her presences while trying to sleep has a really deleterious impact on our sleep quality. And to be clear, this is not her laying against someone's legs, but wedging herself in between us somewhere north of our glutes!

Anyhow, I ended up at the chiropractor twice, because those adjustments have seemed to help in the past, and because there was something I wanted to follow up from a visit earlier in the year.

"Do you remember," I inquired at my appointment, "making an observation of my legs being different lengths, and both of us expressing surprise at not having noticed before?"

"I do!" he said, checking his notes. There was about a quarter-inch difference."

"I'll tell you why I ask," I said. " We went to a performance of Handel's Messiah in December, and everyone famously stands for the Hallelujah chorus. Normally, I stand at kind of a parade rest stance, with my feet a little wider than shoulder width, but seating at the Winspear doesn't really permit that."

"With my feet close together," I continued, "and with my back still hurting, I became keenly aware of my body geometry, especially the fact that while I was standing 'straight', one knee was locked, but my other leg was bent."

My chiropractor furrowed his brows and shifted his own weight from one foot to the other and then nodded. "Yeah, that would be a little offputting for certain. Hop up on the table face down and let's take a look."

A moment later he had visually confirmed that one leg was now almost half an inch longer than the other. Following some shaking, cracking and various vigorous adjustments (and Sean is a fit guy but come on, I am like twice his size so it is kind of a workout for both of us), he got the difference down  to within an eighth of an inch. 

He gave me some heel inserts for my shoes to help level things out in the interim, but I will probably need to look at some proper orthotics as well. 

We also discussed the dangers of a sedentary lifestyle, and I committed to getting a sit/stand workstation that he gladly work me a letter for.

It turns out my workplace doesn't even require a doctor's note once you complete an ergonomic assessment with the nice people in Facilities. They ordered the desk for me and it arrived last Tuesday. 

Today was my first opportunity to assemble it, which first meant unloading my old desk and doing a lot of cleaning, since it hasn't moved since we moved in nearly two decades ago. 

WIth both my work and personal computers on there, it also meant wading into a tangled knot of cables reminiscent of the Well of Souls from Raiders. The collection of material exhumed from the desk was Spielbergian as well, hearkening back to the shark autopsy in Jaws - three headsets, four different USB cables, two Starcraft strategy guides, a Thrustmaster joystick and nearly full spindle of CDs.

Thankfully the clear instructions and lack of mirror-imaged components meant that constructing the sit/stand desk was pretty straightforward, but my apprehension meant it still took me a couple of hours to get the frame constructed, build the three-part desktop and affix one to the other.

Resetting all the cabling (two computers with webcams, two external hard drives, speakers and a router) was a bit tedious, but everything fits and no ill effects raising the desk from the sitting position of 73 cm to standing at 94. Standing while typing is still very new and a little awkward, but I am certainly looking forward to having a bit of variety in my posture during the day.

(Objects may be more cluttery IRL)

Jasper 2024 - Rocky Mountain Heartbreak

We had booked a campsite for our recurring late-season trip to Jasper back in early July, looking forward to what we were calling Campsgiving Weekend.

By the end of the month though, wildfire proximity had prompted the evacuation of the entire townsite and many structures in the town and surrounding area were lost, including some in the Wapiti campsite where we were booked. 

In late August, Parks Canada refunded our fees and cancelled our reservation, but with word that Miette Hot Springs might reopen before the end of the season, I booked a campsite at Jasper Gates, just west of Hinton.

Sure enough, Miette announced they would be open until Thanksgiving weekend, so we loaded up Bride of Frankentrailer and hit the road Friday, but the trailer got a flat on the Henday before we even reached St. Albert. 

We called Tuber Towing because I wasn't about to change a flat on that thing beside Edmonton's fastest roadway, but they also told us the other tire wasn't looking great. So we ended up leaving it at Trail Tire so they could replace both of them - the tech didn't think the other would even get us out of the city... They hoped to get us underway late the next morning, but once we got home I transferred our reservation from the campsite to a motel room on the same property (Jasper Gates was so nice about it too!) so we could get to the mountains on Friday after all.

After cooking French toast in out kitchenette and visiting the hot springs (perhaps our favourite spot in the Rockies), we bought a park pass there and drove into the townsite. We wanted to see for ourselves just what was left of a place all three of us knew from our childhoods.

It is about a half-hour from Miette Road to Jasper, following the Athabasca river for the most part. Along the Yellowhead, the visible destruction was limited to the burnt trees you could see on the mountain slopes across the water. As you got closer to town, however, there were burnt trees on both sides of the river, some of them very close to the highway. (All the photos are Glory's.)

The eastern entry way to the town was closed so we drove on to the western one on Hazel Avenue that comes off of 93A. Last year we had seen an immense grizzly bear lounging in the shade of the trees by the intersection - almost all those trees were now gone, a few scorched trunks all that remained. 

Heading up to Connaught Drive, the main drag that parallels the train tracks, I audibly gasped - almost everything west of Hazel Avenue was gone, starting with the gas stations that had been on the corner, and all the homes that had been beyond it. My eyes dampened and I questioned my presence there.

On Connaught itself, the damage is less visible save for a gaping hole where a building housing some businesses or another used to exist. Presumably, firefighters knocked it down to save the neighbouring structures.

Looking across the tracks, the proximity of the fire from the other side is visible as well, and a ridgeline of burnt timber is particularly haunting.

We turned up Pyramid Lake Road, noting Bears Paw Bakery, a staple of prior visits, is closed. Patricia Street is currently one-way, so we went up to Geike Street and hung a left, noting that everything east of us looked largely intact.

But a few blocks down we came upon the burned out remains of Jasper Anglican Church, and a sign on the fence surrounding it warning of asbestos in the ruins. It was consecrated almost a century ago, in 1929.

Turning left on Hazel so we could proceed down Patricia Street, we saw a fire-damaged garage that was still standing and probably reparable, but with no obvious burning of the adjacent house - miraculous. Past that street though, there were almost no structures standing.

Just before Patricia Street, north of the Esso station, I think this was a steakhouse or Greek restaurant with a retro blue and white sign - almost nothing remains.

On Patricia Street we saw a section of stores and restaurants where the bottom floor was largely intact, but the roof and upper floors were gutted, with exposed roof beams silhouetted aginst the bright blue sky. But of course, even if this building doesn't require demolition, all the contents are undoubtedly wrecked by smoke or water damage.

All in all, a pretty disheartening visit. So much damage, so quickly, and impacting thousands if not tens of thousands of people. How does a small town come back from the edge of destruction like this? I had hoped we could shop or grab a light meal there, and even though I knew such an act would be fine, it still felt ghoulish somehow, so we headed back to our motel near Hinton.

But before we left, Glory wanted a picture of her with the cartoon bear namesake of the town, and I was happy to oblige. 

Somehow the fact that this statue had survived gave me a glimmer of hope, as did seeing the mountain sheep and elk so prevalent on the way out of town.

From the highway, the signs of the fire are much less visible, and in time, I hope the townsite will look more familiar as well.

AB = Abjectly Bewildered

What a gong show my home province is becoming.

I mean, yeah, we have always had our fair share (and a bit) of small-minded folks with big mouths, and the friction between those who want smaller government and less taxes versus those who think paying a little more to give people a hand up is a worthy societal investment has maybe been a little more discernible here, sure. 

But in the past few weeks, the provincial UCP government has taken a really weird and hard turn towards authoritarianism that is becoming really troubling.

First they introduced Bill 18, which will require provinical authorization for federal grant funding to reach university researchers, to ensure compatiblity with "Allberta priorities."

Then Bill 20, which will not only introduce political parties to municipal elections, but gives the provincial government the ability to amend or suspend municipal bylaws and even remove councillors if they deem them unworthy!

Oh, but don't worry they tell us, only Edmonton and Calgary elections will have political parties (for now). Surely this will placate the 70% of Albertans who have made it clearly known they want their local politics non-partisan.

And while there is no direct UCP involvement that I am aware of, I can't help but feel that the police behind this weekend's violent clearing out of student encampments at the Universities of Calgary and Alberta may have the same leather-clad glove on the end of their respective leashes as well.

These were students, protesting what they feel is their institutions' participation in genocide in Palestine. They demanded the university cut ties with Israeli academic institutions and pull all investments from companies that operate in the country - similar to what student protest demanded for apartheid South Africa 30-odd years ago.

For their temerity, they were tear-gassed and driven off with batons. Meanwhile on the QEII highway though, if you want to occupy a rest stop with your white nationalist pals, just hoist up an "Axe the Tax" flag so the RCMP know whose side you're on, and you will be left in peace. Just like the border blockade down in Coutts last year, right up until word slipped out about a plan some participants had to "off the pigs."

What do you do for an encore, my home province for nearly five decades now?

What's that? You're gonna let the Take Back Alberta crowd now sock-puppeting the UCP board advise on health policy and pressure changes to vaccination rules? What the actual hell? It is not bad enough that measles is amking a comeback due to this anti-science quackery, now a Calgary riding association is hosting anti-vaxx celebrities too?

Oh, and apparently our sitting government can now have a 4.5 yr mandate now, pushing the next "fixed" election date 6 months down the road from May to Octoberso it doesn't face too much intereference from wildfire evacuation notices. 

Give me strength. 

It is really bothersome, and moderately terrifying and I am tired of pretending this creeping fascism is just business as usual. And I used to love living here! Now I find myself daydreaming and yearning that the blimps in Blade Runner were real, and that a new life awaits me on the offworld colonies.

Sigh. Hell of a birthday blog, isn't it?

Can Persistence Overcome Resistance?

 I love Alberta. The place, anyways. And yes, most of the people too. But there is a constituency I am finding harder and harder to abide; the ones who reside at the intersection of stupid and hateful.

The town council of Westlock AB voted unanimously to paint a crosswalk in rainbow colours for Pride. There were those who spoke out against it, but there was also a lot of outspoken support, and at the end of the day, the council felt it important to signal their inclusion for everyone and support for marginalized sexual minorities. 

Rather than express their displeasure in the next municipal election, a concerned citizens group (aided by GoFundMe money from who knows where), requested a plebiscite requiring "neutrality" for all town sites and resources, prohibiting flags or other public displays for any "political, social, or religious movements or commercial entities." Please note this would not only ban Pride flags but remove any chance to honour things like St. Patrick's Day, the Metis Nation of Alberta, Knights of Columbus, Scouts and Guides, the Hudson's Bay Company, etc.

The vote was held earlier this week and by Thursday it turned out a) only a third of eligible voters showed up and b) the neutrality side won by precisely two dozen votes (50.9%).

I mean, bad enough that small-minded jackasses take it upon themselves to spill black paint or do burnouts on these crosswalks across the province, but for a group of people so upset at acknowledging 2SLGBTQIA+ individuals in their own community that they would lobby for painting over a rainbow crosswalk and highlight to the world how intolerant their community wants to be is equally disheartening and stultifying. And knowing those regressive imbeciles at Take Back Alberta had a hand in it is not comforting either.

I believe this (re) post by Dr. Kristopher Wells, Canada Research Chair for the Public Understanding of Sexual & Gender Minority Youth at MacEwan University, sums up the shortsighted idiocy of this play:

But unlike some folks, I still believe in democracy and agree that the will of the people (in this, case, the will of the one-third of eligible voters who took part), must be heeded. 

I am glad to hear council is already looking for other ways in which to support this particular community, but laughed out loud when I read about this retort:

In the end, I think yes, love and support will eventually wear down ignorance and bigotry.

I just wish there wasn't so much of it to overcome, especially in a province with so much to love about it.