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Do you watch “The Daily Show with John Stewart?”

If you do, and it seems that a lot of people are, then you know it’s a show about the day’s events that prides itself on delivering “fake news.” Yet, more and more Americans (and I suspect Canadians as well) claim it as one of their best sources of news of the day.

This article from MediaChannel.org takes a look at the phenomenon of fake news and what it says about the current state of journalism. It’s a good read.

And by the way, The Daily Show is on most CTV stations at midnight, after the local news (and 11 on the Comedy Channel). Try it, you’ll like it.

I wish there was a way to capture this on film. I’m sitting at Union Station, in Toronto, waiting to go out for dinner with my brother-in-law from Vancouver. He’s here in town on business, and we’ve arranged to meet downtown. I had some time to kill, so I’m camped out in the Via lounge area, where I’ve got Internet access.

But what is really cracking me up is the guy sitting next to me. For the last five minutes, his cell phone has been ringing and he keeps answering it. “Hello?” he shouts. “Hello?” again, a little louder. “HELLO!?” he’s shouting, now for the fourth or fifth time. It’s clear that whoever is calling is trying to drive him crazy…at least judging by how red his face is getting as his frustration mounts. It’s very, very funny.

What he doesn’t seem to realize (unlike the rest of us, apparently) is that the ringing he’s hearing is actually the notification for an incoming text message. At least that’s what it sounds like to me. And sure enough, each time he holds the phone up to his ear, I can see the flashing light that indicates a message.

I’m torn as to what I should do. Do I tell him? Or do I let him keep trying to figure out what the heck is happening? It’s certainly entertaining for the rest of us…although it is getting a bit tiresome. His shouting is getting louder and louder and he’s obviously losing his cool. An interesting social experience, in a perverse, downtown Toronto kind of way.

Finally, I can’t take any more.

“Excuse me,” I say, tapping him lightly on the arm. “But I think that signal means you’ve got a text message or a voice mail, not a phone call.”

“What the hell is a text message?” he asks, turning towards me with the phone still plastered to the side of his head, looking at me suspiciously. I don’t think he realizes I’m talking about his phone.

“I think the ringing is because there’s an incoming text message. Someone is sending you a message, like an e-mail, on your phone,” I try to explain, pointing.

Slowly, he takes the phone away from his ear and looks at it, not appearing to understand what I’m talking about. So I point at the tiny screen on his phone, which looks to me to have something written on it. Sure enough, as he looks at it, I can see the gears click into place and his face starts to turn red again. But this time, it’s not from yelling.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” he mutters to himself, giving me an embarassed look, not surprising in the circumstances. Then he glances around at the other people in the lounge. Several pairs of eyes look back at him, most of them with smiles and one lady is laughing out loud.

Without another word, he picks up his briefcase and heads out of there, looking to read his newly discovered message somewhere where he won’t disrupt anyone’s concentration.

Suddenly, the phone in my pocket rings, startling me. As I open it, I do a double check, just to make sure it’s really an incoming call. “This time, there is someone calling,” I confirm to the others, who smile back. Time to head off for dinner.

OK, this isn’t the real reason why I haven’t been too active. But this article in today’s Globe is in the ball park.

Career’s columnist Judith Timson talks about “last-minute-itis” and how it’s sweeping the nation. Even stay-at-homes like me, with little apparent reason to be behind in what I do seem to be affected by it. Whatever it’s cause, I do seem to be behind the eight-ball on all kinds of things. Like for instance, I’m supposed to be at the university in a few minutes to meet somebody…so I’d better run.

The Cult of Mac blog has a really cool, clever ad. Check it out.

So I’m tidying up my desk this morning, and I came across several notes to myself buried in the stacks of papers that always litter my office. Even though I’ve now bought a personal shredder to try to get rid of all this clutter.

Anyway, the notes remind me of interesting things I’ve seen that I think would make a good blog posting. I’m pretty good about noticing little items – but far less good about getting around to actually putting them up on The Daily Upload.

Anyway, here are a couple of those (now dated) memos I wrote to myself. Together, they make for one very long Daily Upload…so grab a coffee and read on.

VE celebrations

The stories about the veterans returning to Holland for the 60th anniversary of VE day really struck home. My Dad was over there back in 1945, in Holland. I’m not sure what he was doing on that day. He was with the Royal Canadian Engineers, who were coming along behind the front lines and were responsible for rebuilding all the bridges and getting the infrastructure back up and running. Dad was one of those veterans who didn’t talk much about what he did during that time. I wish I had found out more while he was alive but he wasn’t much for war stories.

On VE Day, I went through Dad’s old Army trunk that I had brought with me out here to Hamilton. But it doesn’t say much about his time overseas. I found a brief outline of the unit that Dad served with. From what I can see, he was sent from England to France on July 25, 1944, about six weeks after D-day. From there, they worked their way north, through Belgium and into Holland early in 1945. The record ends at the end of April, 1945, with the unit in Almello, Holland.

Dad would have been 89 this year, probably too old to have attended any of the events in Holland. Nor would he have been likely to, since he never took much of an interest in those types of celebrations while he was alive. Still, it was such a momentous time for this country and for all the young men like him whose lives were forever shaped by those events in the 1940s. How I would love to be able to talk to him now.

I had my own brush with the kindness and amazing gratitude of the Dutch towards Canadians back in the 1970s, when I was in Europe. A friend and I were hitchhiking in the evening in southern Holland, trying to find the place were my sister was staying. Just outside a small town, a local picked us up and offered to drive us all the way there (about 30 minutes or so.)

When we arrived, we thanked him for the ride. It turned out that he had only planned to go a few blocks to pick up some groceries, but when he saw we were Canadians, he decided to take us anywhere we wanted. That kind of reception and gratitude was much in evidence again during the VE-Day celebrations, and it brought back a lot of good memories for me.

Political decorum (or lack thereof)

What is there to say? The spectacle of what’s been going on in Ottawa the past few weeks has been disheartening, to say the least. I’m no fan of the Martin government but I am a fan of Parliament and due process. But the kind of crass political opportunism we’ve seen from all sides lately reminds me why I got out of covering politics a decade ago back in Saskatchewan.

I had the best job in journalism (in my humble opinion) when I was at the legislature in Regina. Going to work every day in the legislature was wonderful. The place was impressive from an architectural point of view (stunning, actually) and I discovered I loved the intricacies of parliamentary procedure. I was around when the Tories and the NDP got into the infamous bell-ringing episode over the SaskEnergy bill in 1989 when the NDP let the division ring continuously for 17 days. It was a record and writing about all the ins and outs of the political shenanigans was great fun. But still, it was politics and no one pretended otherwise.

But as the years went by, I noticed a decline in the conduct of our various MLAs in the House. As I became more familiar with the rules and history of the Legislature, I noticed how little interest many of the members had for the place they had been elected to. Big P politics was taking over the process, and the clerks of the legislature were fighting a losing battle to keep things going.

When I began covering politics, I liked a lot of the politicians I worked with. But by the time I left, I realized that I wouldn’t have wanted to be friends with many of them, were our paths to cross in different circumstances. I decided that I was tired of the whole political theatre stuff. And it doesn’t look like things have gotten much better, does it?

I remember when things were at their lowest, which was just after the 1995 election and the scandal around the PC party’s use of communication accounts for partisan purposes was just hitting the papers. I was covering the story from some angle, and I was interviewing the Clerk of the Legislature, Gwen Ronyk. It was her office that had blown the whistle on the whole thing and first got the RCMP involved in what was becoming a very large and lengthy investigation. Eventually, a lot of Tory MLAs and party workers would end up in jail over it.

I asked Gwen for her take on what was happening, since she was one of the people who interpreted all the rules of the House to the various parties. “The thing you have to remember,” she told me, “is that we have a political system that is based on the honour of the individuals who are elected here. Our rules don’t state what is allowed, they only spell out what is not allowed.”

“An honourable system only works if honourable people are using it,” she added. Although she didn’t say anything more, her meaning was pretty clear to me. Not too long after that, I decided to hang up my journalist’s spurs and moved over to corporate communications with SaskTel, which was another whole kettle of fish entirely. But that’s a story for another time.

I was at a conference this weekend in Toronto called The Naked Communicator.” A provocative title, no doubt, but not what you’re probably thinking.

No, it was a bunch of fellow IABC’ers (the International Association of Business Communicators) and we were talking about the need for trust and transparency in today’s business communications. Very hot stuff, don’t you know?

If you’re interested, the incoming chair of the IABC, Warren Bickford (who hails from my home town of Regina) has written a good summary on the IABC Cafe or the Chairman’s blog, as it’s known. So check it out for a summary of what went on.

But what I really wanted to tell you was about a short walk I took down Yonge St, just like Ian Tyson did many years ago. I was taking a short break from the conference, which was being held at the historic Arts and Letters Club on Elm St. It’s a truly fascinating place, as you can read about on their website.

I had stopped for a coffee at a pizza place on the Yonge St. Strip, when these four guys walked in. They were about 20 years old and dressed in matching black jackets, pants and ball caps. I figured they were with a sports team visiting the city or something like that. But something about the way the servers behind the counter were staring at them caught my attention. Something was up, and when they paid for their slices and turned around, I could see what.

They were identical quadruplets. Like peas in a pod, you might say. I’ve never seen anything like it, and judging from the way that conversation ceased in the busy pizza place, none of the rest of the patrons had every seen anything like it either. Every eye in the place was on these guys, and not a word was spoken. The four of them didn’t seem to be bothered at all by the stunned silence. They just took their pizza and walked out on to the street. But I think they’re dressing alike was designed to get just that kind of a response. It sure worked.

And of course, my camera was sitting back at my brother’s house, secure in my suitcase. Darn.

But the strange string of events wasn’t quite over.

When I left the pizza place, there was a crowd gathering on the sidewalk and it was getting really, really noisy. And no, they weren’t all looking at the quads. I don’t know where those guys went but I didn’t see them around.

Instead, I looked up, like everyone else, and watched while a huge Sikorsky helicopter dropped an 80-foot cable down to a group of workmen below. They tied off some construction beams, which were then hoisted into the air and up to the top of a nearby building. What an incredible racket! And what a thing to see in the downtown of a big city on a Saturday afternoon! And of course, with no camera in my hand!

The entire square at Gerrard and Yonge was blocked off by police, of course, to make sure that no one got near the helicopter’s load, but just the same, the whole process seemed a little precarious. It was a windy day, and once the load of beams got up in the air, they started swinging wildly. It would have been interesting to see them slam through one side of the glass-walled building they were heading towards, but the pilot got things under control in time and no damage was done. Interesting process.

Excitement over, I headed back to the conference. Just another day in the big city.

Earth Day happened this past week. But there didn’t seem to be a heck of a lot of fanfare around it, despite the growing uncertainty over the health of our planet. In the Globe and Mail on Saturday, Ken Wiwa has a good column that talks about Earth Day, and what it’s become. (You may or may not be able to read the column, depending on whether you have an “Insiders'” subscription.) Here’s a bit of what he had to say:

The disturbing thing is that a day founded in the genuine desire to relocate the heart and spirit of the American dream to a more globally aware, environmentally sensitive place is being co-opted in a depressingly familiar tale of cynical manipulation, politics and commerce.

How do you swallow the optics of a U.S. president using the occasion of Earth Day to promote his militarized vision of global security? Or the rhetoric of U.S. Army Earth Day? Yes — U.S. Army Earth Day really does exist. Its slogan, “Sustaining the Environment for a Secure Future,” adorns its 2005 Earth Day poster depicting a soldier, armed to the teeth, scoping the planet through his binoculars.

If that scares the bejesus out of you, then stay away from the U.S. Congress. It’s currently debating President George Bush’s controversial energy bill. On the eve of Earth Day, the House rejected a proposal, by a 254-177 vote, to increase the fuel efficiency of automobiles.

President Bush and his army may insist that rolling back green legislation is enhancing life on Earth. But I prefer to be scaremongered by studies such as the Millennium Ecosystem Assessment, a report funded by the United Nations, the World Bank, and the Rockefeller Foundation, among others. The four-year study done in 95 countries by 1,300 scientists and experts recently concluded that humans are degrading 60 per cent of the Earth’s ecosystem services, such as fresh water, and have had a hand in changing climates. The report concludes that these activities are releasing excess greenhouse gasses, draining underground aquifers, overharvesting forests and oceans, and continuing to dump pollution into them.

But as is usually the case with Wiwa, he ends with a bit of optimism.

He tells us that he was in the US this past week to attend the Goldman Prize, which is awarded annually to six grassroots environmentalists from six regions of the world:

If you’re depressed that Earth Day appears, like everything else, to have been co-opted, then take the time to find out about the Goldman Award winners — people such as Kaisha Atakhanova, who is leading the campaign to reduce nuclear pollution in Kazakhstan; Stephanie Roth, for leading protests against a proposed gold and silver mine in Romania and Haitian agronomist Chavannes Jean-Baptiste, who faced death threats to teach his people sustainable agriculture. Their stories are the ones we should be celebrating on Earth Day every year.

Good advice. Go read the stories for yourself…and celebrate.

OK, I know that I should be commenting about our PM’s special, six-minute TV address the other night. I’m sure that lots of people were interested. Heck, my wife thinks he put on a good show, but she’s so dead-set against the Tories that she’ll grab any excuse to keep them out of government. She even admitted she might consider voting Liberal, if that’s what it takes (something she’s never done before.)

I didn’t see the PM’s address live. I would have, but I had other things to do, something I suspect a great many people did as well. Although the whole point was to avoid the “media filter” that his remarks or comments are always shrouded by, I still didn’t take advantage of the opportunity.

I’m waiting for some sanity to come to our federal politicians. I know I may wait in vain, but I am nothing if not optimistic. There is no way we should be heading to an election now. There are significant and serious issues facing Canadians right now, and choosing a new government is not one of them. Let’s wait and see what Gomery has to say. If the Liberals are as corrupt and “done” as the Opposition parties say there are, then there is no way they will win another election, whenever it comes. If the charges are true, let’s hear the process out, then elect a new majority government, not just another interim minority, of whatever stripe.

There. I don’t want to say more. Well, maybe just another sentence or two…

I’m disappointed in what we’re hearing about the morality of the Liberal party of Canada and the way that business has been done in Quebec, and I suspect elsewhere. There was (and perhaps still is) a group of morally suspect people running the Liberal party. The status quo is not acceptable. But I worry that the way politics is done is not just a “liberal” way. It’s the way of politicians and it needs to be changed.

We need our politicians to rise above day-to-day opportunism and demand that accountability be installed at all levels. We need respect and honour to be re-established as virtues that are important, not something to be laughed at when someone shows some. If Paul Martin is to be believed, he called the Gomery inquiry because it was the right thing to do, not because it was politically opportunistic. In fact, the price he’s paying now is perhaps the clearest indication that it was not a smart thing, politically, to have done.

Maybe, just maybe, he’s right. Maybe we should wait and see what happens.

UPDATE – April 25 — A couple of great items in the Globe today. One, by Jim Stanford, puts the cost of ADSCAM into perspective. The other, by John Gray, (his biographer) casts a harsh light on Paul Martin’s leadership qualities.

I’m slipping into news overload these days. I can’t help it. I’m starting to feel like there’s just been too much…of everything, it seems.

Consider this past week…Gomery, etc. Talk of election. Death of Pope. Burial of Pope. Election of new Pope. More earthquakes in Indonesia. Giant waves in Florida. Abandoned buildings in Hamilton…OK, that last one maybe isn’t big news for the rest of you…but you get my point.

One of those “hot spots” that continues to simmer (but without the intense media scrutiny it once had), is Iraq. This week, we’ve heard that hundreds of people have been taken hostage, but the story is still confused as to whether they’ve been killed or not. Details are sketchy. And to be honest, most of the time, I don’t really care anymore. It doesn’t seem “fixable.”

Catching glimpses of stories like this, through the lens of a media that’s become overloaded with “major” events can be frustrating. If you have time to sit down and work your way through the Internet news sites and various blogs, you can usually find out what’s happening but it’s not something I can always find the energy for.

But on Tuesday, a story about Iraq in the Globe and Mail caught my eye. “My friend died helping Iraqi civilians” screamed the headline. That got my attention. It was written by Mark MacKinnon, The Globe’s mid-east correspondent.

Mark tells us the sad story of his friend, Marla Ruzicka, who was killed on the weekend by a bomb in Baghdad. Hers is a remarkable story and the personal nature of the story brings home the sadness of her death and the impact it will have on a host of people. She sounds like an amazing person. You should read it for yourself.

Stories like this reinforce my faith in journalists and the power of the written word. Stories are the lifeblood of our society and we depend on our media to tell many of them. From time to time, we all suffer from the media’s obsession with this or that story, and we like to think we can safely ignore the media because “they” are all off on some crusade or another. But these people are just working like you and me and they’re doing what they think needs to be done. And from time to time they let us know just how much they have to deal with on a daily basis.