I agree with many of the concerns raised by organizations against the Enbridge pipeline, whom Prime Minister Stephen Harper has ostensibly decried as “enemies of the government of Canada” and “enemies of the people of Canada” (click the title to see more on this). Am I an enemy sympathizer? Am I an enemy of the state as well? Are my values so misaligned with those of the current government?
If so, why should it be any different then, if it means not supporting a project, a plan, a purview, that I find dangerous, damaging, and un-democratic?
I don’t think I’ve ever really had an enemy before. Hello people of Canada, I don’t know why we need to be enemies, or how one man can ever claim to speak for you all, but if enemies we must be I hope you don’t kick me out of this nice space you call home.
Regardless, I’m not going to change my views because I’ve been labeled a certain way.
Recently a friend and I talked about how much we should care about the jobs of people we know. If you value environmental sustainability, say, and someone you know works in mining (particularly a branch of mining that has little social utility beyond providing luxury goods) or if you care about public health, and a friend works for a major tobacco company, what does that say about the values of this person? Is it a good indication that your political and social stances are at odds?
Careers are an interesting thing. Perhaps I am romanticising too much, but it seems to me that a job used to reflect, quite strongly, who you are and what your place in society is. It spoke to your values and sense of societal contribution. That is, there was value in the act. There was value in the job itself. A job was a lifestyle. You had to justify why you were doing what you were doing.
Now most careers are professions. They are institutionalized. They are a means to an end. They are how you acquire the lifestyle you want rather than being a lifestyle itself. It’s the salary we care about rather than the work we do.
A profession, as I said, is institutionalized in society. The justification for the job is already there because instead of creating a service you’re filling a position. If your job has you doing questionable actions, a variant of the Nuremburg defence (“I’m just doing my job”) can be easily used to justify the actions, or even ignore the question of whether what you’re doing is questionable to begin with.
So no, I don’t think that someone’s job is necessarily a good indicator of their political and social values. I do think, however, that we should do more to think about how our job affects our society. We should think harder on how we shape our society rather than allowing our current society shape us. Because when we commit to an institution without thinking on it, we compromise our ability to contend with it.
Alan Moore visits Occupy London. I found it heartwarming.
As did I, Neil. As did I.

Reflecting on the books I’ve read over the last year, I think that Mark Rowland’s “The Philosopher and the Wolf” is the most insightful and rewarding (and that’s saying something, as it contended with the works of Christopher Hitchens, George RR Martin, Frank Herbert, Neil Gaiman, and others). Here’s a passage:
A life lived in the rosy warmth and kindness of hope is the one any of us would choose if we could. We would be mad not to. But what is most important when the time comes - and it always will - is to live your life with the coldness of a wolf. Such a life is too hard, too wintry, and we could only wither. But there come moments when we can live it. It is these moments that make us worth it because, in the end, it is only our defiance that redeems us.
(Adapted from a facebook post).
Each season, The Walking Dead has glimmers of being the most moving television out there. How do you express, without words (for what words can?), what it feels like to confront someone who has changed from what you used to know? How do you showcase the heartache that accompanies the realization that the fond memories of someone can’t live beyond memories? The answer, for AMC, is zombies.
Be warned, the following video will spoil the ending to the second season, but you really should watch the full season for this ending to take on its full effect.
(Adapted from a facebook post).
There’s a guitar and a banjo in my head.
I just saw the local Vancouver band The River and The Road live. Music (especially live music) is an odd force. It seems to me to be a force for chaos. How could it not be, being such a powerful outlet of passion, emotion, and angst? A good song must turn the most rigid, orderly, and uncompromising of us into a very capricious person. Every good song I hear is the best thing I’ve ever heard – while I hear it.
Really good music has a lingering presence in the mind. It makes you imagine your life as film with it as the soundtrack. It changes who you are, and it changes who you wish you were - so long as it stays with you.
And we can thank the musicians – the agents of chaos – to give those of us with no musical ability a chance to experience the best thing we’ve ever heard again and again, each time we hear it.
And I know it will change soon, but for now I have a guitar and a banjo in my head.