Even with the parades on hold again this year, there is still Pride.
Even with injustice and prejudice still more common than we would like, June is a time to celebrate achievements accomplished and gains made.
The TCDSB, the largest publicly-funded Catholic school district in the world, voted to proclaim Pride Month every June starting this year, 2021. The rainbow flag flying at all 196 schools.
Featured on the July cover of Elle Canada, Priyanka will be the first drag queen to have a standalone cover in any of the magazine’s 45 editions around the world.
Hopefully, with toys like Lego’s Everyone Is Awesome…
And books like Daniel Haach’s Prince & Knight...
this generation of youngsters will learn to embrace the world in all its colours.
Statues of the men who brought us the national shame that was the residential school system are being defaced, toppled, and removed.
An emotional catharsis generations in the making, symbolism that echoes in our hearts, but we need more than symbols. More than apologies.
It comes as no great surprise that back in the 1870s, when the residential school system was instituted, it was depressingly common to think that anyone who didn’t look, speak, or pray like you didn’t deserve to be treated as human.
The question that haunts me though, the truth that makes me cringe, is how did we allow this persecution of children, this destruction of family and culture to continue for so long?
The last residential school closed in 1996.
Back when televisions looked like this…
There weren’t a lot of channels to choose from. Everyone watched the same shows, at the same time. No spoiler alerts necessary.
When Roots aired in 1977, people stayed home, glued to their sets. There were no recording devices, no pause option on your remote control—no remote control.
Now, when televisions look like this…
We have options aplenty. Between local stations, cable networks, and streaming services we are bombarded with choice.
Now, when technology allows us to talk to our televisions, we don’t actually need them. We can watch whatever we want, whenever we want, where ever we want. On our phones, our tablets, our laptops. A continuous loop of news and entertainment 24/7.
So, how is it possible to spend forty-five minutes scrolling through the onscreen guide, hopping back and forth between Netflix, Amazon Prime, Crave, and Disney+ and still complain that there’s…
NOTHING TO WATCH!
I thought it was just me, but no, most writers procrastinate.
It’s not only common, it’s expected.
Professional authors, as opposed to amateurs with access to a laptop—uh, that would be me—have coping mechanisms. Things likes deadlines, agents, and editors who aren’t their relatives. People who smack them upside the head and say, “Get to work.”
My coping mechanisms are Netflix, computer games, and online shopping. Oh, and reading. Reading other people’s books, people who write better than I ever will.
Ah, you noticed that, did you? Fine, I don’t have coping mechanisms. I have a carefully curated selection of aiding and abetting mechanisms.
Full disclosure? Procrastination and I have always been embarrassingly intimate. Avoidance is pretty much part of my DNA, and definitely part of my writing style. Sometimes though, the why and when of it surprise me.
Olympic marathons of procrastination before I type the first word of a new book, mini-sprints at the start of each new chapter, these I understand. Comes with the territory when you don’t draft outlines. When you have no map to follow, and each chapter is a leap into the unknown.
Yesterday however, I hit a new level of avoidance. Two paragraphs into a new chapter, the trail emerged, breadcrumbs spreading out before me, and knew where I wanted to go—and I hit save. Walked away from my desk.
Procrastinating because an empty white page is daunting, that I understand. But procrastinating when the way forward lights up in front of you?
That’s a new low, even for me.
In memory and sorrow…
Nishnawbe Aski Nation Grand Chief Alvin Fiddler: “This is what genocide looks like.”
If anyone had asked, I would have voted no on remaking Dune.
Okay, yes, the worm could use a CGI update, and I wouldn’t mind a less pestilent, blimp of a baron, but Kyle MacLachlan did a fine job as Paul Atreides. No need to fix what’s not broken—
Timothée Chalamet from Call Me by Your Name?
Chalamet is the new Paul Atreides?
Can I change my vote?
Coming to a theatre near you—providing we’ve all had our shots, and the movie theatres are safe again—October 1, 2021.
you’ll have to settle for this
Paul Atreides action figure.
Amazon won’t deliver Timothée. I asked.