If all publicity is good publicity, the anti-globalization movement should be in great shape.
The violence and destruction surrounding the major international summit meetings in Seattle, Prague, Quebec City, Gothenberg and Genoa have certainly attracted public attention to the protestors. The beating of sleeping protestors and the death of protestor Carlo Guiliani at the G8 summit in Italy two weeks ago created the most exciting headlines yet for the media industry.
When I moved into my first student house at the corner of Frontenac and Earl streets in 1999, I thought I would learn about bill payments, loan negotiation and how to make my mother’s cheese sauce. Instead, I have gotten a lesson in the painful distinction between the bureaucratic process and common sense. The lack of traffic control where I live is a dangerous problem with an obvious solution—a solution which local politicians have made far too complicated.
It’s difficult not to encounter pornography when surfing the web.
But up until last week, our student government was making accessing porn that much easier.
Mel Lastman’s mouth has landed him in hot water. Again.
The Toronto mayor’s comments about cannibalistic “natives” in Mombassa, Kenya “dancing around” while boiling him in a pot is a blunder of monumental consequence.
It was also an ignorant, harmful and racist act.
For three years, The Brass pub has served as something of a second home for me. When school is stressful, or when I simply want to relax and have a few drinks with friends, The Brass has always been a place where I can count on a comfortable atmosphere and a table to open up before too long. It lacks the frenzied atmosphere of Stages or the painfully image—conscious crowd of The Shot, and the beer is cheap. It’s a bar, plain and simple, and I like it.
Two weeks ago, Finance Minister Jim Flaherty announced in the provincial budget that parents who send their children to private schools will be eligible for a tax credit of up to $3,500. Teachers’ unions have denounced the credit as an attack on public education, but Flaherty has defended the incentive, saying “this is not about reducing funding for public education.” We beg to differ.
Thursday afternoon in Jock Harty Arena, Principal Leggett will bestow an honourary doctorate degree on Catherine Brooks for her lifetime of work in aboriginal women’s shelters.
The moment he does so, he will also dishonour all of Queen’s University.
Every day I feel more torn. I’m being split from the left and the right.
After years of giving credence to all issues based on ideology, I’m throwing in the towel and issuing an official statement of non-alignment.
AMS president Paul Heisler wrote to all qlink email addresses on Tuesday, offering free movie passes at Cineplex Odeon. Journal readers will also have noticed a full-page ad in Tuesday’s paper offering the chance to shape the future of Queen’s and win a trip to Florida.
By way of a loophole in Ontario marriage law, two gay couples, Kevin Bourassa and Joseph Varnell, and Anne and Elaine Vautour, were married in Toronto’s Metropolitan Community Church by Rev. Brent Hawkes.
This past Sunday, at a committee meeting of the International Monetary Fund (IMF) in Prague, Canadian Finance Minister Paul Martin issued a proposal that surprised the 14 representatives from the world’s wealthiest countries. This proposal calls for an immediate moratorium on the repayment of debts by Third World countries.
This past weekend, over one hundred proud women from the Kingston and Queen’s communities, marched through Kingston’s streets chanting “no more patriarchy, no more shit.”
I’m not an athlete by any stretch of the imagination, but boy oh boy, do I ever love to watch sports on T.V. As long as it’s not baseball or football, I have no problem with spending an entire day in front of the television cheering on Canada’s finest. That’s why the Olympics are like Christmas for me. With the exception of baseball, I’ll watch whatever Olympic activity the networks deem worthy of my attention.
Last Monday, the readership program between TorStar and Queen’s kicked-off, and students are now able to get their hands on their first free copies of The Toronto Star. According to The Star, the program is not intended to expand their readership, but rather to keep people reading news in general. However, it appears that that means just more people reading The Star’s news, and fewer people reading student publications.
Our proud Olympians entered into Sydney’s extravagant opening ceremonies a little under-dressed in their hip Roots gear — despite the less-favorable, sexual use of the word on the island continent.
Last week the news of Pierre Elliott Trudeau’s illness spread with the same fever and intensity that he created in 1966 when he stepped onto the Canadian political-landscape. Millions of Canadians sent their condolences, flooded the steps of his Montreal home, and collectively tried to imagine a Canada without Trudeau — what they realized is that, regardless of Trudeau’s health, such a Canada simply does not exist.
South African President Thabo Mbeki recently drew harsh criticism from around the world by organizing a conference of 500 AIDS researchers. These researchers constitute the loudest voice speaking out today against the accepted view that the HIV virus causes AIDS.
This year’s Tricolour Yearbook looks great. Editor-in-chief Ben Arkin made good on his promise of last year to do away with the “high-schoolish” look of recent yearbooks, and he oversaw the production of a pleasing reminder of 1999-2000 at Queen’s. For some students, at least.
In 1969, Neil Armstrong left a footprint on the surface of the moon to mark his visit well into the future. A symbol, that has forever left its mark on humanity’s view of space exploration. And rightly so, as the quest for perpetuity is a normal human drive, these astronauts meant to embody their achievements as something more tangible.
