A Walk by the Seawall


Park Bench
Originally uploaded by ddrucker.

We took advantage of a sunny fall afternoon to walk across the Burrard Bridge (less precarious looking than the Granville Bridge which is closer to home). False Creek was looking very autumnal, with gold-tinged sunshine and a surprising amount of colorful leaves. Several container ships were in a pretty Impressionistic fog on the horizon. Still, it was warm enough to walk with just a light jacket.

I often notice the inscriptions on park benches - sometimes celebrating a graduation or engagement, but more likely a sort of everyman’s monument. Some are pompous, but many are very sweet. The two I like best so far are one that reads ‘Another day in paradise’, which is what the person who was being commemorated probably said when they sat on that bench. I also liked this one. (Please sit & enjoy one of his favourite views).

A Night in 1947 vs. Cabalism of the 2000s

First, the 1940s
Photo by Matt
photo from Matt M.

Tonight we had a fun and interesting evening; My friend Matt wanted to take us out to dinner as thanks for our taking care of his cat Ivan while he was away. In addition, there was an event at the Port Moody Station Museum, where his girlfriend Oana worked: a Murder Mystery dinner. The Port Moody Station Museum is interesting in and of itself - this was the endpoint of the Trans Canada Railroad and there are tons of interesting and evocative artifacts from the station, railway and area itself on display.
You may have attended a Murder Mystery Dinner Party or something like that. They were very much the rage for several years in the 80s; I remember attending one at my friends Rob and Laura where I turned out to be the murderer. This one was a lot more fun, because the dinner and ‘murder’ all took place aboard a restored 1920s railcar, the Venosta, which is now permanently parked in front of the Station/Museum. During our dinner and ‘train journey’, volunteer actors, playing the part of soldiers returning from the war, waitresses, other passengers and conductor, all enacted a whodunit, and we all tried to guess who the murderer was and filled out some papers at the end. My guess was nearly correct (it was the victim’s wife, presumed dead, who had come back to kill him partly for revenge and also because he was now a rich man, having made his fortune in war bonds, and she was still named in the will. Ah yes, the usual.) My only mistake was in who was the person his wife was masquerading as (not the waitress, although she was clearly wearing a platinum blonde wig!) The actors stayed in character for most of the evening, sitting amongst us, as the victim showed up at the beginning, inebriated, and then promptly disappeared, much to the mock horror of all those in attendance. Love letters, telegraphs and other clues were found on the traincar floor and the victim’s jacket (which he left behind when he was pushed out of the train). It made me think of the power one could have to experience history as if one was actually there, somewhat the way the US’s Colonial Williamsburg, or Plimoth Plantation or Canada’s Upper Canada Village create the illusion of transporting you to that era. In those cases, it’s the 1700s or 1800s. To transport someone to the 1940s would be both easier and harder - it’s closer to present day, but the differences between 1947 and 2005 are subtler. Also, there are plenty of people around who were living then, who could easily see when something was inaccurate or even just slightly off. Still, I wonder what it would be like for the Station Museum to one week a year pretend it was back in operation, circa 1947, complete with the Canadian Pacific Railway (CPR) employees and passengers…

Back in the US Today
Here’s something really amazing, and more than a little chilling:

Secretary of State Colin Powell’s former chief of staff has offered a remarkably blunt criticism of the administration he served, saying that foreign policy had been usurped by a “Cheney-Rumsfeld cabal,” and that President Bush has made the country more vulnerable, not less, to future crises.The comments came in a speech Wednesday by Lawrence Wilkerson, who worked for Mr. Powell at the State Department from 2001 to early 2005. Speaking to the New America Foundation, an independent public-policy institute in Washington, Mr. Wilkerson suggested that secrecy, arrogance and internal feuding had taken a heavy toll in the Bush administration, skewing its policies and undercutting its ability to handle crises.

“I would say that we have courted disaster, in Iraq, in North Korea, in Iran, generally with regard to domestic crises like Katrina, Rita - and I could go on back,” he said. “We haven’t done very well on anything like that in a long time.”

Mr. Wilkerson suggested that the dysfunction within the administration was so grave that “if something comes along that is truly serious, truly serious, something like a nuclear weapon going off in a major American city, or something like a major pandemic, you are going to see the ineptitude of this government in a way that will take you back to the Declaration of Independence.”

For a while at least, you can read the whole article, before the New York Times puts it on it’s pay-per-view ‘TimesSelect’ (which I hate). This latest revelation is nothing I hadn’t suspected all along, but now that people feel they can speak the truth without being vilified (like Richard Clarke) or worse (like Joseph Wilson, the husband of former CIA agent Valerie Plame), the words finally coming across the wires are suggesting to me that the ‘beginning of the end of the US as we knew it’ did in fact take place as Pam and I made our hasty exit. I hope it does not play out as Mr. Wilkerson, who was a retired Army colonel and former director of the Marine Corps War College foresees. Oh, and as for George W. Bush, Wilkerson said he was “not versed in international relations, and not too much interested in them, either.” Again, no surprises. I almost wish I could have stayed back in the 1940s.

Science Fiction, the BC Apple User Group, and ‘Biblically Correct’ Museum Tours

Did a couple of interesting things yesterday. Around noon I went down to the Granville Island Theatre, which was hosting the 18th Annual Vancouver International Writer’s Festival. Unfortunately, the festival, which was primarily geared toward schoolchildren, happened to coincide with a Teacher’s Strike, which is hopefully in its last day or two. There have been some bitter battles with the Provincial Government over the strike, which retroactively determined that it was ‘illegal’ (Far be it from me to take sides on something I know so little about). The result was spotty attendance of events, which is a shame.

Nevertheless, I got to hear readings of excerpts of works in progress by world famous science fiction writers William Gibson (of Neuromancer, Burning Chrome, Mona Lisa Overdrive, etc.) and Spider Robinson (Telempath, Mindkiller, Callahan’s Crosstime Saloon), as well as get an autograph from Gibson on a copy of his latest book, Pattern Recognition).

It was a laid-back sort of presentation, with both authors reclining in their chairs and reminiscing about their youth. Robinson cited Heinlein as his biggest inspiration and influence. Heinlein’s future history (which the grand master of science fiction charted out early in his career and then proceeded to write stories set at different times in that future), included a period that corresponds roughly to the present day, which he called the Interregnum,”in which a backwoods revivalist becomes dictator of the United States.” (from the Wikipedia). These were to be a new dark ages, dominated by religious fundamentalism. Both authors commented on how prescient Heinlein had been in this regard, and Gibson hoped that we were at a point where it was almost over. Gibson had moved to Canada during the Vietnam war, so when we chatted afterward, we talked a little about what it was like to be an American expat in Vancouver, current events in the US, and the fact that despite what Neuromancer had predicted, the Japanese didn’t end up running everything. “But that makes it fun because it’s interesting how they f—ed it all up”, he grinned. He recommended I check out the blog Poor Man’s Institute, which he deemed “hysterical satire”. Most interesting answer to an audience question? When one kid asked them “Which Superhero is better, Spiderman or Batman?” Robinson cited Spiderman (”for obvious reasons”). Gibson came back with a more interesting answer: “Someone once said that Batman’s super power is money.”

Later in the day, I went to a meeting of the BC Apple User Group . It was at the Scottish Cultural Centre, about 15 minutes south of our house, just off of Granville Street. The presenter was Stuart DeSpain, project manager for Excel at Microsoft. He did a fine job of answering a lot of questions - some rank beginner queries, and a few more advanced ones. I went out for a couple of beers with one of the group members, his pals, and the presenter.
Today, I got a very interesting news clipping from Maktaaq:

Museum tours spark controversy
Written by Devon Barclay
Tuesday, 18 October 2005
While the courts debate the constitutionality of teaching intelligent design and creationism in public schools, some private schools are taking another tack. Through guided field trips to venues like the Denver Museum of Nature and Science and the Denver Zoo, tour guides hired by churches, private schools, and religious organizations are taking students on a hands-on “debunking” of evolutionary science- counter to the message those same exhibits carry. And while using public resources to teach creationism has been ruled unconstitutional, these tours operate without museum sanction or resources, and tour the exhibits as any other guest might.

The tours are led by companies like BC (Biblically Correct) Tours, but are nothing new. BC, for example, has been providing the tours for over 15 years, and has taken around 30,000 people to major historic sites and landmarks throughout the state. With the growth in private, religious schools, however, demand for the tours seems to be picking up.

Maranatha Christian Academy in Arvada has used the touring company for its own field trips. The school’s founder, Pastor Don Miller, “evolved into a creationist” from an upbringing as an atheist and after a career in pharmaceutical science. He started the school as part of his ministry. “I became a believer through the theory of intelligent design,” says Miller. “The scientific facts just didn’t support evolution. I saw the lies of evolution in the public schools, and as a scientist realized that it didn’t qualify as a theory.”
Now, says Miller, “we have scientists that teach creationism in our high school. We look at evolution, and we blow it away.” As for the touring companies, Miller says, “they’re doing it based on looking at the fossil record, and it’s the right perspective.”

Others in the conservative religious community also speak highly of the tours, especially as a stimulus for debate on the evolution issue. Often lost in the intelligent design debate are the sheer number of variations of the idea within the intelligent design community. “I’ve been a ‘day-age’ creationist,” says Pastor Roger Funk of Faith Bible Chapel in Arvada, describing the view that the days described in Genesis could have been spaced over millennia. “But over the years, I’ve become more of a twenty-four hour day creationist. Within the Christian community, there’s divergent views. Obviously we all believe God played a role in whatever beginnings of life took place, because that’s being a Christian as we understand it.” But between evolution, intelligent design, and strict creationism, Funk says, “children need to know all three. For maybe 40% of Americans, evolution’s a strong belief. Children need to understand the theory, and that there are giant holes.”

Richard Stucky was raised as a creationist, but says, “my parents gave me National Geographic as a child because they wanted me to be a free thinker.” He’s now the Denver Museum of Nature and Science’s Vice-President for Research and Collections. He believes that “it is anybody’s right to provide their own interpretation of the material in the museum, but the tours provide a great deal of false information, more or less attack straw men, and don’t use a scientific method for understanding the origins of life.” Still, he says, “the exposure of real scientific information to all people is a very positive thing.” “In science,” he says, “you use many of the same standards as you would in a courtroom. “You can’t just use testimony from a single source to draw conclusions.”

With or without real holes in the theory of evolution, it seems pretty clear that the tours “debunking” the theory will continue. “The tours are taking place but they’re not sponsored by the museum - we want to be very clear about that,” says Julia Taylor, a museum spokesperson. “There are some free speech issues involved.”

Americans United for Separation of Church and State confirms that. Says Jeremy Leaming, a spokesperson for the organization’s D.C. office, “as a private group they have a free speech right to do this, as long as they’re not taking public school kids or receiving state support. I don’t see a first amendment (church-state separation) issue.”

What can I say? More proof of the US’s slide into Heinlein’s Theocratic Interregnum. Truth is stranger than Science Fiction.

A New Sweet (to me, at least)

Nanaimo BarsTonight I made another small step toward assimilation into Canadian culture. Well, Canadian childhood culture, at least.

Shortly after we arrived here, I saw in the coffee shops and the occasional restaurant a dessert called a Nanaimo Bar. This piqued my curiosity, since I knew of the port of Nanaimo, a city on Vancouver Island, as well as the name of a Street and Station I often see on the local busses and hear in a somewhat taunting tone on the Skytrain’s automated announcement system.

During the showing of “A Souvenir of Canada“, a movie based on the book by Douglas Coupland during the Vancouver International Film Festival, the image of this box flashed on the screen, and several in the audience gave gasps of recognition and laughed. Here’s the current definition of Nanaimo bar I got from the Wikipedia:

The Nanaimo bar is a Canadian dessert. A type of chocolate cake, it receives its name from the city of Nanaimo, British Columbia, where it first became known in the 1930s. It consists of a crumb-based layer, topped by a light custard which is covered in soft chocolate. Many varieties are possible by using different types of crumb, flavours of custard, and types of chocolate.
According to historical legend, a group of friends in Nanaimo, who would later found the Harewood Ladies’ Auxiliary, found the recipe in the Vancouver Sun under the name “chocolate fridge cake,” and popularized it under the name Nanaimo bar. However, a search through the newspaper’s archives failed to turn up the recipe, so its ultimate origin is unknown.
Recipes for similar desserts are found in various places and under various names in North America and Europe, but only in Canada is it so widely known, and it is known to Canadians only as the Nanaimo bar.
The City of Nanaimo takes its Nanaimo bars very seriously; the city’s mascot is known as Nanaimo Barney and has the shape of a giant Nanaimo bar. The city also has an official recipe for the bar. In 1985, Mayor Graeme Roberts started a contest to find the ultimate Nanaimo bar recipe; the unanimous winner, submitted by local resident Joyce Hardcastle, was declared the official recipe and is available as a handout from the City.

I’ve tried them in some places since then. They have differed slightly, but in general they are all sweet, have different ratios of filling to topping and crumb bottom layer, and some have more coconut in that layer than others. The chocolate also varies from recipe to recipe. It’s been fun to try different versions to compare them, even though it’s kind of like an adult ordering a twinkies or marshmallow treats. When I saw the box at the IGA, I decided it was time that I tried making them first as the average Canadian has probably tasted them. Then, I’ll try the original recipe.
The instructions (in English and French, of course), essentially call for the contents of bags A, B, and C corresponding to the base, filling and topping respectively, mixed with butter in different amounts. No baking is involved, as the box says.

The results were achingly sweet and the filling had an unpleasant grainy texture. You wouldn’t want to read the ingredients on the side of the box, and it’s likely more than one case of type 2 diabetes resulted from ingesting too many of these, but I guess that a rite of passage of sorts has been achieved, albeit about 30-odd years too late. I’ll never be a native Canadian, nor will I have had a childhood with these in it, but they are a fun new discovery.

Different Trains: The Vancouver Antique Trolley

We’ve recently been to the Home Show at the Stadium, but the event wasn’t very photogenic (although the Glidehouse, a modern prefab house that is exactly the kind of place we would have built on our land in Vermont, had we gone with Plan A — that’s the plan that would have kicked in if Bush and his minions had been defeated. Oh well.)
Speaking of trains (if the previous entry is still visible), on Saturday around 1 PM we did something that was far more quaint and photographable. We took a trip on the last weekend of the year that the Vancouver Historical Society runs the trolley line between Granville Island and Science World. It’s a short trip in an old (about 80 years or so) trolley car, complete with completely refurbished wood paneling, woven cane seats, and some of the original advertising in those cards above the windows (Let’s go Square Dancing on the Trolley! - Another one involved making pies that were ‘digestible’).

The whole experience was just shy of a Disneyland ride, and the car was full of tourists and parents with their children. The people who run it also get into the spirit; one of them was clearly wearing a handlebar mustache, clearly enjoying the chance to play dressup each weekend during the summer and fall. I have more pictures of our short trip to the 1920s on Flickr. It was a nice way to spend a sunny fall afternoon.

The trolley also had an interesting link to the future: In it were details of a proposal for a streetcar that would follow some of the same tracks. I would absolutely love it, but as someone pointed out, the mass transit budget (as well as the patience with all of the construction and hassles for it) was pretty much being blown by the RAV line I mentioned in my last entry. A pity, as it would be an incredibly convenient way for me to go to the east end of downtown, rather than the current way, which is a bus up Granville and then connecting with the Skytrain.

Of course, I never met a mass transit conveyance I didn’t like. Even one that is not much different than the Teacup ride.