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Going for a dip
Fighting cancer at Queen’s
Students aim to ban tanning, tobacco sales on campus
Bringing back true political discourse. Page 6
B y S tyna Tao Staff Writer
An interview with musician Gianna Lauren. Page 12
The Polar Bear Dip, organized by Queen’s Free the Children, brought students to the freezing cold lake on Sunday to raise money for the Good Times Diner.
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Student files copyright suit Women’s soccer honoured at Colour Awards. Page 16
A trip to the sky for a bird’s eye view. Page 20
PhD candidate claims his work was copied by fellow reseacher B y H olly Tousignant News Editor A Queen’s PhD candidate has filed a lawsuit against another researcher for copyright infringement. Veldon Coburn, a political studies student, alleges that a document he stumbled upon last summer on the Aboriginal Healing Foundation website was plagiarized from a report he’d written seven years earlier. Coburn claims he’d worked on the project for over 100 hours on his own time during his contract with the O.I. Native Leasing Services.
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Anna Olson, celebrity chef and Queen’s alumn, came to campus on Saturday to share her story of success. See page 2 for full story.
The research was to lay the foundation for a collaborative proposal Coburn was hoping to work on with fellow academic Kevin Barlow. Although the suit was filed last
fall, Coburn only recently decided to go public with it. Coburn claims he had been approached by Barlow to work on the proposal See Over on page 4
AMS to address housing grievances New centre will consolidate resources B y S hannon H ill Staff Writer
ArtSci ’14, said. The new Centre will absorb the MAC’s housing-related services like A proposal to establish a new the Student Property Assessment Housing Grievance Centre and Dwelling Education (SPADE), volunteer-run service passed unanimously at last week’s a AMS Assembly. which provides free home The Centre will offer inspections for students, and peer-based support and referral the holiday and summer services for housing-related house check program. concerns. Although it won’t be able “It’s a centralization of those to provide legal advice, the Centre resources and a confidential place will give referrals to Queen’s for student to talk about their Legal Aid. grievances regarding their housing,” AMS Municipal Affairs Sherman said. Commissioner Troy Sherman said The Centre will be operated he thinks there is a definite need for by an advisory board that will the service at Queen’s. include Sherman’s successor, the “My inbox is currently student leader for the project and receiving a lot of these complaints a representative from the property and grievances,” Sherman, standards division of the City
Seven Queen’s students are leading the charge to remove tobacco sales and tanning beds from campus. They’re under the direction of the Campaign to Control Cancer (C2CC), a nationwide movement to educate and create dialogue around healthy living and community. Tobacco is currently sold in Ye Olde Tuck Shoppe in the lower JDUC and a tanning bed can also be found on the same level at Signatures Hair and Tanning Salon. In late 2012, C2CC created a two-year project for five participating universities, including Queen’s, to establish their own Campus Action Teams to make changes to their communities. The project is funded by the Ontario Trillium Foundation, which provides grants for charitable organizations. Currently, the Queen’s team is in talks with the C2CC to devise a concrete plan for campus. “We’re looking to align the University’s message with the services that they provide,” said Stephanie Ferguson, Nurs ’13, a core member of Queen’s Campus Action Team. The team of students stress that having tobacco sales and tanning beds on campus contradicts Queen’s mission to create a healthy environment for students. “We decided on these two issues because they both involve Type 1 carcinogens, which are known to cause cancer,” said Stefanie Lys, See Tanning on page 4
of Kingston. Although the Town-Gown relations office already exists to foster better relationships between the University and the City of Kingston, the new Centre will differ in that it will focus specifically on student housing issues. Sherman said he feels the See Centre on page 4
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Bake it until you make it Going from ArtSci to celebrity chef doesn’t happen overnight B y r acHel H erscoVici Assistant News Editor
known as her “muffin epiphany,” which set her off into a world of culinary adventures. On Saturday, Olson came back to Kingston to give a talk to the Queen’s community in the BioSciences Complex. Olson sat down with the Journal before her public appearance to talk baking blunders, successes, the value of an arts degree and more.
When Anna Olson attended Queen’s she could be found among other bobbing heads in a Tragically Hip music video filmed at Alfie’s. Today, the celebrity chef has authored seven cookbooks, hosted three of her own cooking shows on the Food Network and recently launched the Olson Recipe When you first came to Queen’s, Generator App. what kind of career were you After completing her degree in hoping or expecting to have? political studies, Olson, ArtSci ’91, chose a career in banking before pursuing the baking that made When I came to Queen’s I did not have a career in mind. I feel lucky her famous. A few years later she found that growing up, my father was a herself up at 2 a.m. contemplating university professor, he taught at life and baking muffins. This York, so I understood that coming event would soon become to university was about the pursuit
QuOted “I was working on a chocolate recipe — gluten free — and I had just one big giant mess, they all baked together. It happens. But, you learn more from those mistakes.” — Anna Olson,
of knowledge and education and it didn’t have to about a career goal going in. Where was your favourite place to eat here when you were a student? Well, Chez Piggy was the ‘it’ spot. Photo by alex choi There was a restaurant called the Olson shares a behind the scenes look of a typical day Chinese Laundry Cafe that was being a celebrity chef and her journey to baking success. the date place and it was just a little dessert-coffee shop ... a little I guarantee I’ve made it four times over and I want to figure out how dessert and coffee after a movie. In terms of your baking, what is to fix it, or prevent it.” your philosophy when you get How does one go from into the kitchen? How is baking for an audience undergraduate student to different than baking for celebrity chef? It is to enjoy the process and I your family? find for people where baking has It didn’t happen overnight — that’s clicked, they understand that it’s not for certain. I spent years building I don’t have to be quite so organized about just getting to the chocolate up my repertoire, working in the when I bake just for home. It is very brownies, it’s the joy of making industry and when I was doing different. I can spend all day on them and then the satisfaction you this there was no Food Network. set and get home and cook and it find when you share it. Baking is There were no celebrity chefs other feels completely different. When selfish and selfless at the same time. than Julia Child and Jaques Pepin I’m just cooking at home it’s my kitchen yoga — I’m clocking out and the Galloping Gourmet. What does the future look like and it’s my relaxation. for you? How did you become more What is your favourite thing to known for your baking/pastry? The book-publishing world is cook or bake? changing, I have seven cookbooks I worked as a line cook for years and now with e-books, where before I got into baking, but I I am a seasonally motivated chef is that going? So, I’m fascinated always worked in places where so it changes season to season. by what could happen, what is they were small enough where Now, we’re heading into our going to happen — I’m leaving it when the pastry chef took a day off hothouse season here in Ontario wide open. someone had to fill in, they didn’t where finally we can see locally have a staff, so I would always grown peppers and tomatoes and This interview has been edited and volunteer. I was able to learn from cucumbers. Rhubarb will be the condensed for clarity and length. my mistakes and really that’s what first fruit of the season, so as these I like to share through my cooking seasons come in that’s what gets shows … if you’ve made a mistake me excited.
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Shear competition down the block Familial ties connect downtown’s six traditional barbershops, which cater to different target customers, including Queen’s students, Gaels athletes, the military and long-time clients B y N ick Faris Assistant Sports Editor Kingston’s barbers are the last of a dying breed. “Unless someone teaches you to be a barber and use clippers, it’s hard to find barbers,” Demetre Senis said. “They’re like the buffalo — they’re becoming extinct.” Senis owns Sir Johnnies Barber Shop, a snug establishment neatly tucked away on Montreal St. He’s one of Kingston’s most experienced haircutters — a title exclusive to him and a few counterparts. No less than six traditional barbershops populate the city’s downtown core, starting just north of Queen’s campus and curling a kilometre down Princess St., toward the waterfront. Divided by ideology and price, they remain united in several ways: familial ties, an enduring reliance on scissors and clippers and a shared sense of their trade’s mortality. Senis himself has hung around barbershops since 1964, sweeping the floors of Kingston’s old Circle Barber Shop, once owned by his father. Nearly five decades later, one old customer still comes to Senis for haircuts. Still, he’s seen the congenial nature of the barbershop dissolve over time. “The barbershop used to be a hangout — it’d be the place where you’d come sit around and shoot the shit, talk about the hockey game, what you did on the weekend,” Senis said. “Everybody’s in a rush [now].” Cutting hair has been entrenched in Senis’ family since their emigration from Greece in the early 1960s. His cousin, Christos Senis, owns Generations Barbershop, just three blocks up from Sir Johnnies. Along with Vecchio’s — located slightly further east, on Wellington
St. — Sir Johnnies and Generations form the upper pricing echelon of Kingston’s barbershops. Closer to campus, University, Dino’s and Soussan’s Barber Shops all sit within a four-block stretch on Princess St. Their rates are roughly two-thirds those of the higher-priced shops.
Unless someone “teaches you to be
a barber and use clippers, it’s hard to find barbers. They’re like the buffalo — they’re becoming extinct.
—Demetre Senis, owner, Sir Johnnies Barber Shop Senis said that gap has fuelled competition amongst the city’s barbers. “Some of the prices at some of these barbershops — I used to charge that in 1988, the lower prices,” he said. “The better way of doing it is people charge similar prices, and everybody doesn’t get hurt by it. “Why should you work just to pay your bills — why don’t you work to make some extra money?” While his rate isn’t reflected across the board, Senis’ pricing is competitive with his cousin’s — the owner of a locally distinguished shop himself. Christos Senis has owned Generations for the past decade. The shop is a throwback to vintage barbering, replete with a pool table and a stockpile of Playboy magazines. While he offers discounted haircuts to Gaels athletes, Christos Senis said his comparatively high prices aren’t influenced by Kingston’s other barbershops. “In today’s day and age, a nine-dollar haircut or a 10-dollar or an eight-dollar as you can get up
As opposed to salon stylists, barbers tend to use simpler tools such as clippers.
the road, it’s just ridiculous. Those are prices from the [1990s],” he said. “When people want these nine-dollar haircuts, it causes competition because you have bills to pay.” Further west down Princess St., other Kingston barbers have confirmed their commitment to cheaper cuts. The proximity of lower-priced barbershops to Queen’s campus makes them an especially attractive option for students. Elly Graham, a barber at Dino’s, said engineering students and Gaels football players make up a substantial portion of her shop’s clientele. Steve Blenderman, the owner of University Barber Shop, said he gears his prices around the thousands of students on a budget that reside within walking distance of his door. “If I’m in a situation where I have a bunch of [customers] who don’t have a lot of money, but I have a lot of those people, I’ll keep my price low and the volume high,” Blenderman said. “Somebody else might be in a situation where they’ve got a lot of rich [customers], but not a lot of them, so you can charge more.” University’s prices also cater to Kingston’s military personnel, who must satisfy the armed forces’ rigid grooming standards. “The military and RMC [students] are here every two weeks. You can’t be nailing them with big prices, because they won’t come back,” Blenderman said. “There’s only maybe one or two shops in the city that still actually use the razor around the ears and the neck. The military need that. Not want it, need it.” With such a heavy concentration of potential customers, some of Blenderman’s most worthwhile deals have come for no charge at all. Recently, he doled out free haircuts to two homeless youths
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Engineering students and Gaels athletes are a large portion of the customer base of Dino’s, owned by Dino Bartzis.
who walked by his shop. “Three days later, one comes back and says, ‘Remember me? You cut my hair the other day — I got a job,’” Blenderman said. “I didn’t expect anything back, but he was tickled pink. He’s now working and still working — and he’s now a regular customer.” “If you give a little bit, sometime that little bit comes back.”
When people want “these nine-dollar haircuts, it causes competition because you have bills to pay.
— Christos Senis, owner, Generations Barbershop
Blenderman estimates that he’s performed 375,000 haircuts in 33 years, spent between Toronto, London and Kingston. He started working at his current shop in 1998, when it was located at Princess and Barrie Streets and known as Olympic Barber Shop — originally owned by Demetre Senis’ uncle. Unlike the Senis cousins, Blenderman doesn’t see Kingston’s inter-barber relations as naturally contentious. “All the barbers in this city talk to each other. We compare prices — we all get along very well,” he said. “There’s no banging heads. As long as everybody’s doing well, why should it make a difference?” That sense of camaraderie,
however, doesn’t extend to other hair care establishments — namely, Kingston’s upper-class salons. According to Blenderman, the Ontario government requires prospective barbers to carry both a barbering and a hairdressing license — deterring those who don’t want to undergo hair styling training from starting a business. “A lot of younger people don’t want to learn styling stuff. I’m basically [a] last-generation barber,” Blenderman said. “We’re dwindling and they’re building.” That detachment is embodied on Queen’s campus through Signatures Hair and Tanning Salon, located in the lower level of the JDUC. Unlike barbershops in downtown Kingston, Signatures provides an array of hair styling services — from traditional buzz cuts to hair colouring and shampoos, as well as spa treatments. “Most of us are precision hair stylists, so our equipment is not just clippers,” said Margaret Mills, a part-time hair stylist at Signatures and the salon’s original manager. “The service is above and beyond what a barbershop would provide.” Signatures’ prices are slightly below those of other high-end salons, but students may be inclined to look elsewhere for a cheaper standard trim. “If somebody comes in and says they can’t afford a $22 haircut, that’s why we like those barbers,” Mills said. “They provide that service, and we don’t want to drop our prices down.”
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Amendment to change policy on weapons Changes to the AMS Constitution confirms that the AMS will not be dealing with these types of cases B y Vincent M atak Assistant News Editor The AMS passed an amendment at last week’s Assembly to change its policy on dealing with weapons on campus. The amendment of the AMS Constitution, passed in its first reading, states that the AMS Judicial Committee won’t hear cases of “use or possession of weapons (as defined by the Queen’s University Weapons Policy).” The amendment to section 10.02.02 of the Constitution follows an agreement between the AMS and Principal Daniel Woolf over AMS NonAcademic Discipline (NAD), a peer-judicial system. It was finalized in September after 18 months of discussion. NAD, which is complaint-driven, typically deals with issues of public disturbance, illegal possession and consumption of alcohol, and vandalism. It reports to the Senate Committee on Non-Academic Discipline (SONAD). If the amendment passes in its second reading at Assembly on April 4, investigations into such cases involving weapons on campus would be forwarded to the Provost, Campus Security or Kingston Police, according to Liam Faught, AMS commissioner of internal affairs. “In terms of student safety in the immediate sense, the AMS is not equipped to deal with this,” Faught, ArtSci ’14 said. “In the
past we have recognized that we shouldn’t deal with these things, [and] we are formalizing that in our constitution which is an important step to take.” The Committee also doesn’t deal with cases involving blatant discrimination, harassment, sexual assault, serious assault of a non-sexual nature and murder, unless referred to
by SONAD. Prior to the passed amendment, students guilty of violating Queen’s Weapons Policy would formally be subjected to NAD; however, the AMS hasn’t dealt with these cases for the last few years, Faught said. “I wouldn’t want to say 100 per cent that we never had a case where a weapon was somehow
involved,” Faught said. He added that if there had been an instance where student safety was at risk and a weapon was involved, Kingston Police, Campus Security or the administration would have been notified. The amendment signifies a positive relationship between the AMS and the University,
he added. “At the end of the day the NAD system is delegated from University Senate, so we are dependent on that trust from the admin,” he said. “When we have opportunities like this to cooperate and formalize these kind of details, we jump at those chances.”
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for the Aboriginal Healing Foundation grant. Coburn shared his work with Barlow, but believed the collaboration had fallen through when he lost contact with him in 2006. “I just went my own way and I thought nothing of it, until I saw my words printed just this past July,” Coburn said. Now, Coburn is seeking $25,000 in compensation, which if he wins his case, will be donated towards the Legacy of Hope Foundation, a charity for the survivors and victims of residential schools. “I’m not going to fight over money [when], first of all, I did something for free and then I discover that, wait a second,
it’s worth something now,” he said. Coburn added that he’s most incensed at the thought that someone might’ve profited off the growing “industry” surrounding Aboriginal issues and non-governmental organizations. One recent book argues that “A lot of NGOs in Aboriginal issues are just in it for the money,” Coburn said. What separates this situation from a simple case of plagiarism is the money that allegedly changed hands. Coburn said Barlow was paid $14,000 for the document, which gives him grounds for a copyright infringement suit. Barlow had been in email contact with the Journal about the details of the case, but didn’t respond to an
They also claim, however, that interview request. His defence document alleges the work Coburn completed that Coburn knew about the paper while under contract at O.I. in question prior to 2012 and if Native Leasing Services was the this were true, Coburn’s case could property of the organization and be thrown out under the Statute therefore Coburn couldn’t claim copyright infringement. of Limitations. The case is currently unresolved, Barlow’s lawyers admit to Coburn’s claims in regards to but both parties have been in small sections of the document. discussion since 2012.
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Nurs ’13, another core member of the team. The team is also concerned about Queen’s progress on cancer control compared to other Ontario universities. “Queen’s is falling behind on removing the sale of tobacco. “We’re one of two last universities in Ontario that still sell tobacco on campus,” said Ellen McGarity-Shipley, PheKin ’15. The owners of Ye Olde Tuck
Shoppe declined to comment. The Queen’s team officially launched their campaign on Feb. 4 — World Cancer Day — by collecting signatures in support of banning tanning on campus and for those under the age of 18 in Kingston. Approximately 244 signatures were collected. Team member Chantel Lutchman, Nurs ’13, noted that Queen’s is currently the only university in Ontario that has a tanning bed on campus.
Management at Signatures Hair Photo by Colin Tomchick and Tanning Salon couldn’t be The alleged plagiarist had approached Coburn reached for comment. about collaborating in 2005. Right now, the Queen’s team is trying to generate support for their campaign and are looking into partnering with Queen’s School of Business to generate marketing ideas. “What we want to do is create a policy framed as having healthy spaces on campus for students,” Continued from page 1 The complaints brought to the Lutchman said. Centre should be made available Centre will allow students who to all students to warn them about have housing trouble to seek advice potentially difficult landlords, from students who have been she said. through similar situations. “I think that if people are Lauren Cardinal, ArtSci ’15, looking into that landlord, they said she definitely would’ve used should be able to access that the service had it existed this because my landlord seemed past year. really great at first and then “It’s not until you’re into the she’s turned out not to be a very lease and living in [the house] that nice person.” you … hear from other people about [having] the same problems,” she said.
Centre will be run by students
Follow @QJnews. Students petitioned to remove tanning beds from the campus — such as the one at Signatures salon — for student health reasons.
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THURSDAY, MARCH 28, 2013
EDITORIALS — THE JOURNAL’S PERSPECTIVE
The idea of an advertorial contradicts what we see to be the value of journalism.
Departure of trust I
t’s a sad but necessary sign of the times when the line between advertisement and editorial content starts to blur. A recent front page splash of the Atlantic website features a story written by an IBM employee about cloud computing — a story that IBM paid the Atlantic to publish. Of course advertorials aren’t uncommon in the print media world. Most print publications, such as fashion magazines and even newspapers, publish editorial sections with sponsored content and have been doing so for years. What is worrisome, however, is the use of this sort of content on the front splash of their webpage. This is an explicit step back from what readers value in publications
such as the Atlantic. Integrity, fact-checking and a lack of external influence on content categorize the objective, unbiased news that we all expect to consume. For many of us, the idea of an advertorial contradicts what we see to be the value of journalism and news. It’s sad to see these values being compromised for the sake of earning a quick buck. Deceiving readers by publishing a covertly biased piece shouldn’t be the way to go. It’s true that print circulation and subscriptions are diminishing across the board and publications are struggling to stay in the black, but journalistic quality shouldn’t suffer because of this.
Hopefully, editorial content in well-respected, high-quality publications won’t be increasingly replaced by advertorials. It would be refreshing to see publications trying out other methods to earn more money. For example, while increasing advertising space reduces the physical amount of editorial content in a publication, it’s a more honest and explicit option for increasing revenue. Let’s hope this trend towards front-page advertorials doesn’t continue. Compromising objective reporting shouldn’t be the default — it should be a last resort. — Journal Editorial Board
ILLUSTRATION BY OLIVIA MERSEREAU
Just reporting W
The fate of the newspaper
Journal Assistant Sports, Associate Photo and News Editors share their perspective on the future of newspaper media
hile their reporting on Rob figure at public events deserve to be Ford’s misgivings is treading scrutinized by Toronto citizens and a fine line of responsible journalism, media alike. And yet, Ford is notorious for the Toronto Star is still providing a failing to adequately address any necessary public service. In the past three weeks, the sort of criticism. While he blatantly Toronto Mayor has allegedly denies accusations of moral groped an ex-mayoral candidate misgivings, he has a reputation while drunk at a public event and for repeatedly stonewalling the has been asked to leave the Toronto Toronto press. ICK This partially justifies Garrison Ball due to intoxication. ARIS These recent accusations have the Star’s intense focus on raised concerns about Ford’s Ford — he refuses to grant alcohol use within and outside of interviews, thus stopping the media from fulfilling their duty to City Hall. The splashy front pages Toronto citizens. here’s still value to be As a result of this embittered denouncing Ford’s actions send a found in traditional, clear message — the Star is set on relationship, both the Star and Ford print-based journalism. are putting themselves in a less than putting Ford in a negative light. Perhaps I’m clinging to the last This stance is counterintuitive favourable light. vestige of a dying medium, but The onus is now on Ford to newspapers have the capacity to if the Star wants to be seen as an remedy this relationship. As one appeal to readers in ways that don’t unbiased, objective news source. In fact, it gives off the feel of the most well-read papers in translate to the web. of a tabloid, with the dramatic Toronto, it’s the Star’s job to discuss In newsrooms renowned language and direct focus on Ford’s Ford’s public actions. for their journalistic vigour and Ford should be the one to reach integrity, web updates and drive-by personal flaws. Though the Star has taken it out to the media and clear up or analysis aren’t enough. There will too far in some senses, they have admit to the allegations once and always be demand for full news a duty to report the ongoings of for all. reports, carefully researched Toronto’s mayor. investigative pieces and meticulously — Journal Editorial Board crafted features. Ford’s behaviour is definitely a cause for concern. Whether or not The power of a front page, in he is an alcoholic is a private matter. print, can’t be underestimated. Last However, his actions as a public See week on page 6
Editors in Chief
Assistant Arts Editor Sports Editor
Assistant Sports Editor
RACHEL HERSCOVICI VINCENT MATAK JULIA VRIEND
ROSIE HALES ALISON SHOULDICE
Assistant News Editors
NICK FARIS JANINA ENRILE ALEX CHOI
Associate Photo Editor
Web and Graphics Editor
TRILBY GOOUCH CHLOË GRANDE CARLING SPINNEY
Writers and Photographers CHARLOTTE GAGNIER SHANNON HILL ZOE KELSEY PETER LEE PETER REIMER SEAN SUTHERLAND STYNA TAO JERRY ZHENG
ometimes words just aren’t enough. No matter what state the newspaper industry is in, it’s clear that multimedia will always be an essential element in journalism. Multimedia, specifically photos, already plays a big role in both the print and digital versions of newspapers. More importantly, photos are vital in helping readers process information. A study lead by The Poynter Institute, confirms that photos are a dominant entry point during the digestion of printed information. People commonly don’t have a great attention span for long See stories on page 6
Business Staff Business Manager GEROLDINE ZHAO
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Talking heads ... around campus
Photos By Terence Wong
What did you do for Earth Hour? Photo by Colin TomChick
Filibustering in the sandbox Contributor observes the lack of respectful discussion taking place in assemblies
Sam Kary, ArtSci ’15 This member-at-large motions for a Seargent-at-Arms to be appointed to the ASUS Assembly, and for the position to be added to its constitution at the next possible instance. Maybe then the Executive could run Assembly in peace. It has become clear that the Arts and Science Undergraduate Society (ASUS) Assembly is unable to function the way it should. The ability for Assembly to run in a way that respects the integrity of the speaker, the members of the assembly and the students who elected them has been compromised. A small faction within the faculty of Arts and Science, both elected to Assembly and otherwise, have consistently sought to undermine the authority of the speaker and the ability of the elected members of Assembly to carry out the work of government. These students bring very valid points to Assembly. They consistently remind the speaker of the need for free speech to be respected and the importance of the secret ballot in democracy. They also raise criticism of ASUS that is of the utmost importance for the student body, persistently badgering Assembly on important decisions. The
opinions of these students and their ability to express them must be protected at all costs. In a time when the relevancy and utility of the Society is being openly called into question, dissenting voices should be praised. It is they who will ensure the services ASUS provides will improve in the coming years. However, the behaviour of these members as of late has been completely and utterly unacceptable. There has been a concerted effort on the part of several individuals, functioning as an organized group, to disrupt the procedures of Assembly and ensure that no relevant work is done. On March 14, Assembly sat from 6p.m. until well after 1 a.m. while a minority of individuals filibustered through proceedings.
The ability for Assembly to run in a way that respects the integrity of the speaker, the members of Assembly and the students who elected them has been compromised. They consistently abused their right to speak by rambling to the point of irrelevancy or simply repeating themselves in order to fill the maximum time allotted. They continually utilized their right to make points of order to interrupt and distract the speaker and members of Assembly attempting to pass policy, as well as prolong the voting process as long as possible. This was planned in advance by a select group; mostly from a
few AMS approved clubs I had the pleasure of hanging around, with the intent to derail the assembly. This wasn’t done for one single motion they objected to — rather, this was done for every motion. When ASUS President-Elect Scott Mason called this malicious behaviour filibustering, which it indeed was, these members of the Assembly shot to their feet to shout him down. They quite literally flailed their arms, shook their fists and condemned him at the top of their lungs for the ‘grave insult’ he had inflicted on them and their legitimate right to express themselves. One member went so far as to refer to Mason as a snake. This behaviour is detestable and shameful. It’s particularly dishonourable for those who were elected by the student body, whose voice and needs they have blatantly spat in the face of by entering the assembly with a mind so against the spirit of cooperation and negotiation needed in democracy. By consistently interrupting and ignoring the speaker of Assembly, these individuals have shown disdain for the very democracy they attempt to uphold. I refuse to let the blame fall solely with them. Many other members, both at large and voting, have disgraced the body that serves them. At a Special ASUS Assembly, a crowd jeered and shouted at ASUS representative Alex Prescott as he left the room, having been asked to leave by the Speaker. Prescott was shouting back as well,
“We ate quinoa in the dark.” Sonja Stauble, ArtSci ’14
“We watched restaurants host romantic candlelight dinners.” Corrine Adams, ArtSci ’12
“Eating copious amounts of sushi with the lights on.” Jonathan Chung, ArtSci ’13
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week. the front page of the Globe & Mail featured a photo of a 17-year-old female figure skater with her leg raised upright during a routine, sparking widespread furor. The root of the issue wasn’t the shot itself, but its prominence on the front page of a widely circulated news source. Had the photo merely been included as an addendum to an online article, it wouldn’t have garnered nearly the same attention. By tabbing it as the centrepiece of a national newspaper, the Globe spurred reaction, ignited controversy — and likely drew in more readers. Newspapers should focus on the inherent advantages of physical copy — creative layouts that resonate on the printed page and long-form reads that address significant local issues. Detail, scrutiny and insight are still treasured journalistic traits, especially when they’re legitimated by the history and reputation of an established paper. Online journalism is an important medium in itself, but it has notable limitations. There’s value to posting breaking news updates and engaging readers through mediums like Twitter, but it’s impossible to provide the full scope of a story in a blurb frantically written for web hits. Web reporting should serve mostly as a complement to print newspapers. Even in a media landscape increasingly defined by reflex and rapidity, 140 characters alone will never constitute journalism.
stories and get lazy reading very textual content. With the support of photos, the story immediately becomes more visually appealing and attention grabbing. It’s easier for the mind to absorb the content of a photo in a second, than a story or even a headline. Video content is the next leg up on photography. By simply watching a short one-minute video, you can quickly learn and connect with the given story. Video is simply the most interactive; it has the ability to leave you feeling the most integrated you can be without physically being there. Regardless of whether content is in print or online, stories will suffer without photo or video. Even though social media and digital content seem to be becoming the latest form of newscasting, multimedia still remain indispensable in the journalism industry. Photos and videos connect and emote with the reader in ways which words wouldn’t ordinarily be able to. In a world where technology is booming, multimedia integration in print journalism is becoming critical. While photos and multimedia themselves can’t always tell a detailed story in the way that an article would, they offer a greater multitude of ways to translate information. In short, a picture can really be worth a thousand words.
a story first, and in doing so sacrificing a modicum of quality, such as letting a typo slip through. Newspapers have taken note of the public’s love of acquiring knowledge quickly and offered up Twitter-sized bites of information in response. Instead of showing us why they’re better than the material we’re already getting for free, they’ve only stooped to show us why they’re equally as good. ‘People don’t read in-depth pieces anymore,’ journalists cry, as they watch their friends share Deadspin’s 4,000+ word piece on the Manti Te’o debacle. Whether or not that story or other popular long-form blog pieces fit your definition of quality journalism, they’re proof that people will look away from Twitter for long enough to read something longer and deeper. I don’t see myself ever paying for breaking news from any specific source. Why would I, when I can simply get it elsewhere? There are, however, some blogs and long-form print magazines that I would consider subscribing to if they were ever to go behind a paywall. Why? Because they’re doing what media should do and what newspapers can do if they stop trying to compete with the little guys. Rather than producing work that could be done by anyone with luck and a laptop, they’re producing unique, thoughtful pieces and reminding me why, in a sea of media, I clicked on their publication.
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suggesting that they wanted him to commit suicide. This in no way affected the willingness of members to boo and deride Prescott, who only minutes had been censured for making ASUS assembly an “unsafe space”. The Speaker and the Executive attempted to calm Assembly and remove those who had slandered representative Prescott. These individuals again began shouting, causing enough chaos to force the Executive to adjourn the meeting without finishing the agenda. Regardless of what these members thought they were fighting for by behaving this way they failed to champion it, their message becoming lost in their hypocrisy and disrespect for Assembly and the students it represents. I am a member of ASUS, and I am currently ashamed of that fact. The body that represents me has turned into a theatre and the man I elected President has been insulted. The time of my representatives is being wasted. A
meeting that was called in order to serve me and my fellow students was ended early by an angry mob. This is a democracy. When my representatives are disrespected this way, I as the individual who elected them am also disrespected. If ASUS has become a farce, I propose an equally comedic solution. The Sergeant-at-Arms is appointed to a legislative body to be the symbolic authority of the speaker. They are charged with the security of the assembly and with the physical enforcement of order in the legislature. They answer solely to the speaker, who directs them in order to keep decorum. In Canada the role is ceremonial, whereas in other countries like South Africa the Sergeant-at-Arms often removes members who have been ordered out by the Speaker. The Sergeant at Arms also is charged with a large ceremonial mace, symbolizing what form their power takes. The ASUS assembly desperately requires a Sergeant at Arms. Its membership has become unruly inefficient. Bogged down by the
petty vendettas of a minority of irresponsible participants. We must act to re-establish the atmosphere of cooperation and free expression necessary for the assembly to function, before these filibusterers and cat callers grind our system to a halt. I refuse to allow the principles of ASUS to go unprotected. All dissenting opinions must be protected, and they must be presented in a fair and organized environment. Assembly is meant to be that environment, but a few individuals have made this impossible. They may still save their reputations, but if they choose not to a Sergeant-at-Arms would provide the voters recourse with their mace. Perhaps members would not feel so inclined to bring their exclusive club to disrupt proceedings if they knew the Speaker had its own much more literal club awaiting them. Sam Kary is a student in the department of political studies.
Letters to the editor Research and time Re: “Leniency for limits” Dear Editors, First and most importantly, the policy does not impose a hard limit on time-to-completion at two years for a Master’s degree and four years for a PhD. Departments review annual progress reports completed by students with input from their supervisor, and on this basis may grant a one year extension. Should additional extensions be required, the student submits a request to the School of Graduate Studies (SGS) along with the recommendation from the supervisor and department. The extension policy will be addressed by the
Graduate Studies Executive Council in April. The SGS has received feedback from faculty, staff and students that minimal administrative burden is desirable — as an administrative unit, we couldn’t agree more. Another point to clarify is about consultation. The revised time to completion policies have been discussed at all graduate councils and committees since October and, in turn, in departments. Feedback from students, staff and faculty has resulted in modifications to the policies and, in addition, has underscored the importance of the many initiatives undertaken to support achievement and timely completion. The promotion
of excellence in graduate studies, including timely completion requires access to relevant and effective support services, good supervision and mentorship, funding and policies and practices that support success. Queen’s and the SGS remain fully committed to the promotion of excellence in graduate education. Brenda Brouwer Vice-Provost and Dean, School of Graduate Studies
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B y C ody D auphinee ArtSci ‘14 The bus jerked to a stop and I woke with a numb face. Somehow I’d managed to fall asleep with my cheek pressed against the window. There was a smudge on the glass roughly the size and shape of my face. I had left my mark … without checking to see if I had everything, I grabbed my bag and rushed off the bus before the lineup started. It wasn’t until the hard wind unsettled my hair and pinched my cheeks that I knew that I had arrived. I set my bag down and leaned against a pillar to check my phone. No messages. I texted her again, asking where exactly I needed to go. I put my phone away and watched the travellers scurry about the bus station as the dying sun cast its last rays across the white marble floors, turning them orange. There was a man carrying several suitcases precariously tucked under each arm, slung over each shoulder and clasped in each hand; a woman trying, unsuccessfully, to calm her two screaming kids; a group of drunk university students barely keeping their composure; and an acoustic duo playing a song in French that I couldn’t understand. Someone had scribbled “Vive la Revellution” in huge letters across the bathroom door. I didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh. My phone vibrated. I read the directions, picked up my bag and braced myself for the wind. The bus stop was just up the road, but any distance in this weather is unbearable. I zipped my coat up to my chin and pulled my hat down above my eyebrows and went out into the wind. I strained my eyes to look ahead: there was an incredibly tall man meandering down the sidewalk toward me. As he got closer, I could hear him grunting French words to himself that I couldn’t make out. He locked eyes with me, but his gaze seemed to pass right
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through. I stepped aside to let him by but our sleeves brushed against each other. “Fuck you!” he screamed. Welcome to Montreal. Somewhere along this long and complicated route, I got on the wrong bus. I went up and asked the bus driver the fastest way to get to Rue Stanley. “You’re on the wrong bus,” he told me without looking over. I didn’t know what to say so I waited. “Look, the route you want doesn’t run after nine. The best thing to do is to get off here and call a cab.” “Okay. Where is here, exactly?” “Chinatown.” I got off at the next stop and looked around for a taxi. There were very few people out on the street. I started to get anxious. After a few minutes of walking, my legs numb from the bitter, relentless wind; I saw something that looked like a taxi about a half a kilometre up the road. Maybe there is a God after all. I certainly hadn’t expected to find him in Chinatown. The taxi sign was illuminated and there was no one in it but the driver. I knocked on the passenger window. Nothing. Not even a glance. The driver was on his cellphone and looked to be in the midst of a heated conversation. I didn’t care. I knocked again. Still nothing; it was like I didn’t exist. I thought about it for a minute, and the wind picked up again. “Fuck it.” I opened the door, slung my backpack in, and sat down in the back seat, closing the door behind me. The driver was yelling something in Mandarin on the phone. He turned and looked at me. He yelled again, only this time I heard a word I recognized. Gweilo: white ghost. I wished Chenn hadn’t taught me that word. I wanted to
say something, but thought better of it, it wasn’t worth the argument. Plus, I needed the cab. “3458 Rue Stanley, please,” I said, loudly. “Debit no work, you pay cash? Show me the cash,” he snapped, holding an open palm in front of my face. I slapped a 20 into it. He folded it and put it in his cup holder. Within no time at all, we were moving. The driver was still yelling into the phone, but I didn’t care as long as we were moving. The cab rolled to a stop on an empty street corner. “Here,” he said. I looked at my 20 sitting naked in the cup holder. I raised my hand, and just as I was about to start, I realized it would only start an argument I couldn’t win. So the gweilo left the cab at least $10 light. I checked my phone. Nothing. I looked all around for a street sign but there were none to be found. Jesus Christ. I called Angie. “Hello! Danny? Where are you?” I could barely hear her through the din of the party. “I don’t know. I’m on some street corner. My cabbie just took off. I have no idea!” A man in a grey peacoat was walking toward me. I put the phone down and stopped him. “Is this Rue Stanley?” “Yep,” he pointed at the street sign. I felt like such a tourist. “Okay.” I picked up the phone again. “Apparently I’m on Rue Stanley.” “Great! Just head up the street and follow the noise!” “See you soon,” I yelled, and hung up the phone. I started walking and in no time I was at the foot of a “noisy” building. The front door was open, so I walked right in. I followed the hallway, tracing the source of the noise. Eventually I came upon a faded wooden door with the number three hanging upside down and the peephole duct-taped over. I walked right in. Immediately I
could smell alcohol and marijuana. I was in the right place. Looking around the crowded room, I tried to find a familiar face. Everyone looked a lot younger than me. There was a group of kids smoking on the couch and a copy of Adam Smith’s The Wealth of Nations on top of a coffee table before them with white powder — cocaine? Adderall? — arranged in lines on the cover. The apartment was a mess. Everything was disorganized and out of place. The only feature of the room that didn’t contribute to the overall chaos of the place was the three posters of Biggie, Fight Club and a “Jesus is my Homeboy” arranged to form a pyramid on the wall. Somebody’s sad attempt at frat house aesthetics. Standing in the entranceway, I was amazed I hadn’t yet spoken to a single person. No one had even acknowledged my presence. Maybe the cab driver was right: maybe I was the white ghost. It was only then that I realized everyone in the room was speaking French. One of the drunken kids wearing a crown and a sash that said “Prom King 2012” stumbled his way toward me. I tipped an imaginary hat. “Your majesty.” “Here,” he thrust an unopened beer into my hand and walked away. I watched him stop and vomit all over the floor, the wall, everything. All hail the king. Then it all started to add up: Prom King, French speakers, Fight Club, economics — I’d somehow ended up in a debauched high school party. There was no finding Angie in this apartment. I left as abruptly and anonymously as I arrived, and called Angie from the hall outside. “Angie, I don’t know where I am. I followed the noise and it led me to some hardcore after-prom party. I saw a park down the street. Meet me there!” Walking toward the park I caught a glimpse of my reflection in
a storefront window. There wasn’t much light on the street; I could barely make out the details. The reflection was so obscured there was no way of knowing for sure that I was looking at myself. I studied it for a while, curious. There was a poster beside the twisted remnants of my face. It depicted a beautiful woman looking over her naked shoulder with a bottle of Gucci perfume in the top right hand corner. There was something written in French that I couldn’t precisely understand. Something about love — I just couldn’t quite put it together. “And one day she’ll love you!” I exclaimed, proud of my French. If only it were that easy. Finally, I settled down on a park bench and opened my beer. I looked around the park: with the exception of a few dull street lamps and a statue of a rusty horseman, I was alone. The wind was picking up again. Maybe the park was a bad idea after all. Maybe Montreal was a bad idea after all. I started to feel incredibly lonely. I sipped my beer slowly as wind whipped powdery snow all around me, each gust picking up a plume and twirling it into a wisp before it disappeared entirely. This process continued to repeat itself time and again before my eyes. I rather enjoyed the snow phantoms. As I waited for Angie, I thought about why I had come to Montreal — why I had travelled four hours on a piss-smelling bus only to turn around the next day and ride another four hours back. I knew the answer — I thought about it every morning — I was just afraid to admit it. As the loneliness returned, I sipped my beer and watched the snow phantoms come to life, dance briefly with the bitter winter, and return to nothing. I counted myself among them.
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A Set List for Common Prayer B y S ean N go ArtSci ‘13 If you lived in a city indifferent to your existence, failure wasn’t suspect so much as an alternative lifestyle. Every morning, the couriers, clutching newspaper parcels, would pedal across the same neighborhoods and with delicate accuracy leave welcome mats filled with unwelcome news. Occasionally, the strength of an autumn cold front coming in would disturb the trajectory with unfortunate results. On these days (and other days), the collective sound of coffee dripping from espresso machines, in all the likely houses, created an echo of mutual understanding. Here was a calm not yet registered and not yet taken as truth. Like many things, uncertainty was a feeling that could not be deterred by forceful consciousness — it would remain as the hours went away. Driving past trashcans and recycling bins claimed as victims to the current, Elaine had come to terms with having forgotten the night before. She considered not going. Half drunk and 17, it would have been forgivable if she had chosen to remain home. The sensation of the first of many hangover-induced migraines paralyzed Elaine as she desperately attempted to keep both hands on the steering wheel. With the radio trailing off slowly behind her, Elaine drifted into the songs she had revered the night before. Surrendering her foot to the gas, Elaine fell into the rhythm of the lane change, unconsciously attempting to merge where she was from and where she was going. – You’re being unreasonable, Elaine. – You’re a terrible mother, Susan. Over time these words were a constant reoccurrence in Elaine’s household. They would become pervasive reminders, like the cigarette stained floral wallpaper or the fireplace that now functioned as a display. And, while the house seemed to be slowly collapsing, it could only hint at the real trauma. It was apparent to everyone but Elaine that she had tempered her disgust for her mother to defend against the realization that she might actually love her. Despite this, Susan hoped that her daughter might one day marry a good man who would paint their walls, fix their fireplace and never leave her. That Elaine was too busy scandalizing her mother, by dressing in a post-everything sensibility, spewing nihilistic nonsense or blaming Susan for making her father leave, seemed only natural for her age. If only she had realized that her mother would have met her half way, or that all mothers, long after the appropriate age, seek to rock their children gently to sleep.
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If she had known this, Elaine might have realized that her own existential angst indicated an obnoxious inflation of her ego and confirmed, ironically, that at least for her, life mattered. To Elaine, it seemed that even now redemption was far outside the realm of possibility. The more she thought of it, the more angered she would become. Elaine woke up one day to find that there was an irreconcilable chasm of ideologies. Having not yet learned the difficulty of ideology, she persuaded herself that her mother had ruined her life and never considered the other latent possibility. – I’m going to a concert tonight. I’ll be home by three. – Elaine, you promised to stay in and watch Whose Line is it Anyway? with me. – I don’t remember making that promise and even if I did, I don’t owe you anything Susan. – Try to get home earlier then. – I don’t even like Whose Line is it Anyway? It seemed problematic to Elaine that she had won the war that easily. In a short and succinct manner, she had convinced her mother that she had never made the promise that she had and lied about her obsession for an old and lame television show. The fact that she didn’t really know the band playing, only made it apparent to her how confused her heart really was. Arriving late to the concert with her boyfriend, Elaine had managed to squeeze past those who had been there hours before. Although she was sufficiently drunk, she had managed, by flashing a smile at the bouncer, to conceal a water bottle of rum and coke. Finishing the
alcohol seemed to enable a more pleasurable experience as the once dissonant melodies slowly sounded more immediate and sonorous. The people around Elaine had begun to sway in a motion that slowly enveloped her. Staring into the eyes of her boyfriend and then others around her, she felt a similar reverie. Their anger towards her for pushing forward had been pacified as they were caught in a form of rapture: every lyric became a loaded message of clarity and every note resonated in a new spirituality. They would listen to the lead singer as she spoke, through the ambient sound systems, at some sort of immortal soul. Slowly repeating every lyric, as the audience became a choir and the concert transformed into a sermon, Elaine was reminded of younger days, of family and Christianity. In unison, they chanted. In unison, they waved their hands. And, in unison, they seemed to be changed in an ordinary moment. As the generated smoke and synthetic lighting faded into an encore, Elaine began to cry. These were tears for her wasted youth, for admission and for an uneasy repentance. Suddenly, it seemed to Elaine that she might have been wrong. Perhaps it was entirely plausible that it was her father who walked out on her mother. Perhaps it was logical that her mother, in an attempt to love her, had allowed the distance between them to grow. Perhaps she was, in the end, being unreasonable. Or, perhaps, it was merely the alcohol to blame. – I need to go home. – I thought you were staying over tonight? – There’s something I forgot
to do. Elaine would repeat the sequence of events for a long time, hoping to understand the unspoken motive that had escaped her. She would remember the distinct warmth of the porch light as she gently opened the door. She would remember the sublime feeling of the wool carpet as she entered the house. She would remember seeing the half-eaten dinner on the rosewood table, craving to finish it but compelled to find her mother. Climbing the stairs to her mother’s room, she would remember finding her mother, in her favourite nightgown, lying in bed with an empty bottle of pills. What came next was significantly harder to filter through. Had she called the paramedics before attempting to find a pulse? Had she left the front door unlocked to minimize the amount of time needed? Had she done everything that was necessary and required? Had she done anything at all? These questions would remain for years to come as the unexpressed foundation of her new relationship with her mother. Elaine, fearing the truth, would never ask her mother the only question that would ever matter. And Susan, out of love, would have never told her, even if asked. The motive would remain buried between them, not for convenience, but out of necessity. It was, in the end, the nature of things unsaid that would allow them to continue counting the days, months and, eventually, the years. The room was now vacated of paramedics. As the television hummed silently in the background, playing syndicated reruns of Whose Line is it Anyway? Elaine had shut out curious audiences by retreating behind the closed door. Slumping onto a distressed leather sofa, she stared at the ceiling fan as her mother’s still-lit cigarette billowed into the air. Pushing the noire IKEA coffee table in front of her, she felt the weight of her knees buckle through an invisible force. Elaine found herself in a familiar position. She had devoted
Saturday mornings, on her knees, staring with dilated pupils at the television screen and repeating catchphrases such as “Hey football head!” or “This womps!” When Elaine clasped her hands forward, it became clear to her what she was attempting to do. Unsure of how to proceed from here, Elaine began to repeat the anthem she had learned that night in a slow monotonous voice: Used to be one of the rotten ones / And I liked you for that / Now you’re all gone, got your make-up on / And you’re not coming back Waiting for a revelation, desiring an epiphany and hoping for a miracle, Elaine would remain steadfast and stoic in her prayer until the early morning. The divination, when it came, had proven to be a false start, a moment of weakness that inspired no spiritual improvement but an open recognition of her failures as a daughter. After all, she was once asked, “what was faith if it didn’t endure when we are tested the most?” Elaine could hear Drew Carey speaking now, an angel inside her head, “Welcome to Whose Line is it Anyway? where everything’s made up and the points don’t matter.” It seemed to Elaine that she might have learned something that night. But as she got up to drive to the hospital, she was unsure what that might have been. Elaine began to diminish, bit by bit, until what “self” remained was irreconcilable with the girl from last night. She wondered what her friends might think, of an atheist attempting to pray, kneeling for hours in an attempt to find God. But she would have taken any god that day, if they had let her. Walking down the street to her car, with a renewed sense of hope towards her mother and an epiphany of some sort, the studio audience’s laugh track wouldn’t be far behind. Sometimes, Elaine thought, you have to pick the places you don’t walk away from.
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fiction contest: third place winner
“Hush Little Baby” B y AJ I ves ConEd ‘14 They cling to life, but just barely. Their miniature chests move up and down, a tube rhythmically filling their pre-mature lungs with oxygen. Wires send electrical pulses directly to their empty hearts to force the blood to circulate. A warmer surrounds them, providing the temperature control they lack. Feeding tubes supply the necessary nutrients to survive. They are twins, although at the moment no resemblance can be distinguished. They look like all babies do, except far more fragile. Their fingers don’t clench and unclench, they remain slightly open, devoid of the energy to move. Flaky white covers their tiny eyelids and tiny eyelashes. They have never opened their eyes. Their skin is not rosy pink, it is purple, almost blue. Around them, 20 other babies on the brink of death are kept alive by machines. Their miniature lungs and hearts aren’t ready for our world. Their delicate bodies were forced into the light before they could develop to sustain themselves. They do not cry, they have never cried. They aren’t strong enough. If they did, their lungs would explode. Instead the small room overflows with the tears of parents — parents forced to watch the child they’ve been protecting for months struggle to survive; helpless parents, who can only pray for tiny bodies, tiny brains, tiny hearts; parents struggling to remain conscious, to be the first ones to hear the next update, good or bad. They cling to each other, desperately hoping the human
beside them with a full heart and healthy lungs can comfort the sickly child they can barely look at. Most are “Baby X” or “Smith Baby.” They can’t have names yet. If they did, it would somehow hurt more if their desperate fight to stay alive failed and they slowly slipped away. If they did, every time that name were used the parent would return to this room, to this hell, where 20 babies remain suspended between life and death. I stand in the same place every day, my right leg braced against the smooth wall, my left firmly planted on the line between two tiles. There was no particular reason in the beginning, but now it has become a routine. A routine amongst the chaos, something small to hold onto. There is a hand print on the glass which separates the unstable parents from the motionless children. It looms, grotesquely large over the babies, some of which are just barely the size of the strong fingers’ shadow. It has been there for weeks. The cleaning staff doesn’t even bother to wash it away anymore. Or maybe they leave it there for me. I can’t hold my babies, so instead I hold this ghost of a handprint, trying desperately to imagine soft flesh beneath my fingers. Most of the time I only think about my children, but sometimes my selfish thoughts seep between the cracks of my good intentions. You see, instead of sitting in a high school classroom, I’m standing outside the Natal Intensive Care Unit. Instead of mini skirts, I’m wearing scrubs. Instead of being surrounded by teenagers battling insecurity, I’m surrounded by babies battling death. My friends talk about being lonely. They cry over breakups,
moan about the intense darkness they are surrounded by, complain about their lives being shattered. Their Facebook statuses are dramatic, they call me with their arbitrary problems, they battle hormones. I should be crying over every update. I should moan about the intense darkness which no amount of light can dissipate. The way I always pictured my future has been shattered and yet, I feel nothing. I should be terrified, I should be lonely, I should be incredibly sad, but I am not. I am empty, purposeless in this life, except for those two sets of miniature hands, feet, ears, hearts, fighting for me. So I stand here. I stand here and pray, hope, wait. I stand here until my legs are wobbly and my body refuses to hold itself up anymore. I stand here until my mother comes to take over so my innocent, innocent babies will never be alone. And every night, before I leave, I sing them a lullaby, the same lullaby they’ll hear when they finally come home. “Hush, little baby, don’t say a word, Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird …” They tell me, “it isn’t your fault, you can’t blame yourself,” because there is nothing else to say. The truth is, I am too young. I am a child having a child. I can’t walk into a bar for a drink, I can’t sign legal documents without my parents, I can’t even vote, and yet here I am, responsible for other human beings. I wasn’t ready for the stick to turn blue. I didn’t know I was pregnant until after I had exposed the fetuses to alcohol, drugs, caffeine. I didn’t know they existed before I had ripped apart their cells, before I had irreparably damaged their brain and spinal cells, before I had stomped on the innocence inherent in children. I failed
as a mother before I knew I was a mother. Now, because of me, they must battle for just one more breath, for another heart beat, for their lives. My little baby Sarah. My blameless, fragile girl. My little baby Rhys. My blameless, fragile boy. “Hush, little baby, don’t say a word, Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird …” I remember the night. It was the same as all the others: the beeping, the crying, the heart-break, the acceptance. My mother came, and with a swift kiss on the cheek it was my turn to sleep. I crawled into bed, immediately drifting into the unconscious world,
softly humming. I woke up to her standing over my bed, tears glistening in her exhausted eyes. She didn’t have to say it, I already knew. I stood, deluding myself into thinking that somehow I could fight the news that the doctor told me was inevitable from the beginning. But there was no fight left in me. Instead, I crumpled. She pulled me into her arms, gently rocking me back and forth. “Hush, little baby, don’t say a word, Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird.”
The Postscript Short Fiction Contest entries were judged by a panel of five Journal editorial board staff members. The three winners were chosen based on a preferential voting system.
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Mundane and magical BFA student Emma Fowler explores the ins and outs of daily life in her new exhibit Rituals B y Z oe K elsey Staff Writer Fight the routine. It’s a battle of boredom we’re all familiar with. The struggle between the mundane and the magical of everyday life collide in Emma Fowler’s exhibit, Rituals. Prom, family vacations and time spent at home are essential elements of our development from adolescence to adults. Fowler captivatingly portrays these defining moments of our lives with her collage. The pieces are beautifully composed using photographs, grids and free flowing ink paintings. The contrast between elements is striking. They come from depicting the war between the contrived and authentic to the imposed obligation. They reveal the never-ending search for meaning in a seemingly predictable world. Fowler’s use of vintage photographs plays an essential role in telling her version of the story of Western ritualistic life. The photos are atmospheric and evoke nostalgia in the way a Doors song or an episode of M*A*S*H does for a world fighting for itself. The nostalgia in the exhibit is alluring, as Fowler uses faces cut out of old photos to make room for the imagination of the viewer in such works as “Vacation.”
It’s those same wistful memories that I could relate to in Fowler’s piece entitled “Home,” which uses a variety of vintage photographs that include images of children. A smattering of different house fronts are also used to suggest the centrality of the family regardless of the house’s aesthetic. The images sprawl outside of their limits at the bottom of the work, signifying the inability of ritual to fully define or limit human experience. And while Fowler’s pieces all feel very personal, the ultimate result is a sense of universality — that we’re all connected and sharing these milestones together. The faces of children, disembodied hands held together, open skies, gardens, front doors, and cars are all fragmented to tell the narrative of growing up in a post-modern Western world. Mentioned in the artist’s statment, Fowler’s abstractions present the “beauty of chaos” and “the comfort of structure” optimistically as equal rivals unable to exist independently. The rigid grids imposed on top of the soft curves and colours of the collages underneath fail to confine them or fully subdue them — and therein lies the inspiring hopefulness and positivity inherent in Fowler’s work. Leaving the exhibit, I felt like
I’d ridden in the back seat of my family’s van and laid giggling on our cottage’s shag carpet. But this time I experienced them with a real sense of appreciation for their beauty. And while everyone seems to say ‘one day you’ll wake up and be old!,’ it really doesn’t happen overnight. Somewhere in between now and then lies hundreds of lazy summer days spent stretched out on our beds listening to music, chasing our dogs and enjoying the daily rituals that make up our past. Emma Fowler’s Rituals is on exhibit in the Project Room of Union Gallery.
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‘I don’t want work in my pocket’ Musician Gianna Lauren says she likes to connect with her fans in person, rather than on Facebook or Twitter B y A lex D ownham Assistant Arts Editor
played the songs live, Lauren said. “It’ll be a big debut on the road,” she said. “Upcoming shows will be a lot more energetic so I hope people will come to experience these new songs live.” She’s excited to jump back into tour life, viewing it as the best way to interact with her fans. Instead of using Facebook or Twitter to keep followers updated,
Lauren has decided to keep her eyes on the road and focus on the audience. “It’s driving my publicist and label insane, but I don’t want work in my pocket,” Lauren said. “I want to be talking with others rather than looking for WiFi at a cafe.” While mingling with the audience at a sports bar in
Hamilton, Lauren recalls meeting a pair of hockey fans that were heckling about her music. “They were telling me to play harder, stronger, and faster,” Lauren said. “It tore me down a little, but I enjoy tapping into other people’s lives.” Lauren said it’s experiences like these that she thinks about when she’s writing her music
For Gianna Lauren, the unsettling experiences are the most grounding. After giving the folk musician a call this week, I learned she’s not the type of person to stay in one place. Releasing her new EP on April 2, entitled On Personhood, Lauren is bringing her ambient rock sound to Kingston with a fresh approach. Instead of continuing her singer and songwriter style of performing, she’s collaborating with bandmates J.J. Ipsen, Justin Nace and drummer Marshall Bureau. “It was like tapping into a brotherhood because we worked so seamlessly together,” Lauren said. While recording the new EP, Lauren and the band were devoted to constantly writing and rehearsing. “We slept together on the floor in a row, ate together and we never left the studio,” Lauren said. “It was wonderful to see how other people hear my music.” However, other than studio rehearsals, the band have never Gianna Lauren says she takes her unexpected experiences and uses them as inspiration.
back home in Halifax. Instead of writing about love or heartbreak — the typical topics for a female songwriter — Lauren said she likes to stray from the path. “Those are very good methods to dig into somebody’s heart but I’m a bit older now and those topics don’t really come across my plate anymore, so I need to look for broader themes,” Lauren said. With a cup of tea in hand, Lauren does her writing at home, looking for inspiration in more exhilarating experiences. When writing “Power Failure,” Lauren was inspired by a chaotic night at the fair. After sneaking onto a roller coaster, the ride’s generator blew, leaving Lauren and a friend hanging upside down. “People went insane because kids were on rides and mothers were comforting them while they were screaming bloody murder,” Lauren said. “I thought, ‘Wow, that’s what it’s like to experience utter chaos.’” Gianna Lauren plays the Artel next Saturday at 9 p.m.
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Creating musical connections Student-run @QUSongs Twitter account shares new music for Queen’s to check out during the daily grind B y A lex D ownham Assistant Arts Editor The language of music is one we all speak. And in today’s modern world of technology, most students on campus have two things — an iPod and a Twitter account. Student Elysia Maludzinski has brought together her peers’ love for the two. Under the Twitter handle QUSongs, Maludzinski has been tweeting out some of her favourite songs for students to listen to, from classic Guns n’ Roses tracks on a Monday to Irish-themed tunes on St. Patrick’s Day. Starting the project less than a month ago, Maludzinski, ArtSci ‘13, said she got the idea by taking a look at what most students have with them at all times.
“I noticed that a lot of people walk around on campus with their headphones in at all times versus actually talking to each other,” she said. “Music seems to be this individual thing where you block everything out.”
noticed that a lot “ofIpeople walk around on campus with their headphones in at all times versus actually talking to each other.
— Elysia Maludzinski, creator of @QUSongs Maludzinski said she understood why so many people have their headphones in for a lot of the
day — music is one thing that almost everyone has in common. “Music, for me, is so powerful — it changes your mood so easily,” she said. Launching the QUSongs Twitter account on March 6, Maludzinski said she thought it was a cool way for people to share their favourite music. She runs the account by herself and posts songs frequently every day. Currently, @QUSongs has more than 100 followers tuning in to see what songs Maludzinski will tweet next. QUSongs also asks followers to tweet at them with their own suggestions of the best music they’re listening to right now. “I thought it would be cool to promote things like a radio station does where people could suggest
Student Elysia Maludzinski says she started @QUSongs because she wanted to create a way for Queen’s students to connect and bond over shared music tastes.
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things rather than isolate everyone,” Maludzinski said. A fervent music enthusiast herself, Maludzinski has always been eager to spread the word about new music. With modern folk artists like Mumford and Sons and the Avett Brothers listed as her current favourites, Maludzinski said she used to feel estranged when talking to her friends about music. “Most of my friends listen to mainstream stuff on the radio, so it can be hard to relate,” she
said. “I would post songs on my Facebook and Twitter, but I knew nobody was going to respond.” Maludzinski said she’s excited by the feedback she’s getting so far. “I’ve gotten tweets from a lot of people and it’s mostly students who don’t have a voice and don’t have instantly recognizable names,” she said. Now, Maludzinski said her project has the ability to really help students in their daily grinds. Maludzinski said music is See A Song on page 12
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give the students something that can really support them,” Maludzinski said. “If people are having a down day, they need something uplifting.” In the future, Maludzinski said she hopes her project can become
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Men’s rugby, women’s hockey and women’s rowing all claimed OUA titles, but the women’s soccer team’s CIS silver medal earned them a third straight Team of the Year award at the Colour Awards last night.
Soccer triple crowned Six athletes credited for contributions at team Colour Awards B y Peter R eimer Staff Writer The women’s soccer team cleaned up again, collecting two of the six major prizes awarded at the 77th annual Colour Awards on
Canada’s game changed More female hockey players, visible leagues since 1990 B y S ean S utherland Staff Writer There was a time that the janitor’s closet served as a changing room for Shawna Griffin. The Gaels third-year centre recalls the logistical issues that came with playing in a boys league growing up, highlighted by the solitude of being the only female on an all-boys team. “When I was playing with the boys I was never able to change in their dressing rooms,” Griffin said. “I either had to change in the janitor’s closet or a spare dressing room — if they had it — or a washroom.” For her, the transition to women’s bantam-level hockey only happened at age 14. “There were more perks that came with actually playing with females — they were a lot more fun,” she said. This transition represents the recent boost in female hockey players — up to 85,000 today compared to 11,000 back in 1990. On the international stage, the sport completes a full circle this winter. The Women’s World Hockey Championships are returning to Ottawa for the first time since the inaugural tournament in 1990. Griffin said the non-contact style in women’s hockey can offer more excitement at the highest levels. “They’re able to move the puck a lot faster, able to deke around people easier, so it was fun to watch women play like that and go ‘that’s
Wednesday night. Choosing from the 13 varsity teams, Queen’s Athletics presented awards to the top performing varsity team, the most outstanding performance by an athlete, the top male and female rookie athletes and the best male and female student athletes of 2012-13. New this year, the Varsity Support Services Awards were given to Geoff Johnston, Alex Pianosi, Tracy Wong and Doug Davidson for their dedicated contributions to athletic therapy, athlete services, home events and strength and conditioning. Jim Tait Trophy for outstanding varsity team: women’s soccer
In Canada, the amount of female hockey players has grown from 11,000 in 1990 to 85,000 today.
the way I can actually play.’” Beyond international play, there’s the Canadian Women’s Hockey League (CWHL). Griffin feels that the pro league offers up Canada’s best and most competitive games, outside of Canada vs. the US. “Not enough people know about it,” Griffin said. “And I think once [broadcasts] start getting going, more people will go out to see those [games] and more people will be engaged in women’s hockey.” Graduating Gaels captain Kristin Smith shares the same backstory of playing boys hockey, years ago when the women’s sport wasn’t as developed. “Girls’ hockey wasn’t as big in Toronto,” Smith said. “Women’s
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hockey got bigger and bigger in Toronto, so that’s when I switched over because it was a lot more developed.” Smith notes that while things are improving for girls in hockey, there are still gender obstacles. “Maybe [there’s] a bit of that stigma ‘only boys play hockey,’ but it is getting better,” she said. Second-year centre Chelsey Verbeek agrees that there are still stigmas attached to the game, due to its perceived “roughness.” “A big part of it is that it is still seen as a boys’ sport,” she said. “A lot of people find it too rough.” Growing up, Verbeek was personally inspired by her own coach, Dawn McGuire. The former Team Canada defenceman was MVP of the first
The women’s soccer team took home their third straight title,which came as a surprise to their head coach, Dave McDowell. “There were so many other good group performances from the rugby teams and the women’s hockey team — there are lots of terrific teams out there,” McDowell said. “I knew we had a good year in terms of what we did, but I guess after winning it two years in a row, you lose by a wee bit, and it just doesn’t seem the same — maybe [we]’re caught up in the weight of expectations a little bit.” women’s world championships in 1990. “She always made it that you played for the love of the game,” Verbeek said. “She really encouraged that. So I’ve looked up to her ever since.” Locally, the interest exists in the Greater Kingston Girls’ Hockey Association. President Marianne McGuire said that the organization expects an increase in registration after international tournaments. “I would say there is maybe a five per cent increase in the younger divisions for sign-up after these events,” she said. “It seems like the girls and the parents are really keen for the girls to play after seeing the Olympics.”
A third-place finish in the OUA gave the Gaels an opportunity to fight for a third-straight national title in Victoria, B.C. “We had trouble clicking in the first few weeks of the season,” co-captain Riley Filion said, “but we knew we had the talent to still compete with the best, and the thing was, we just needed to peak at the right time.” The Gaels topped the previously unbeaten University of Ottawa Gee-Gees en route to the championship game against the Trinity Western Spartans, with Filion netting a magnificent goal on a set piece. Scoreless through extra time, the game went to penalty kicks where the Gaels lost, finishing their 2012 season with a CIS silver medal. Defender Jessie De Boer, midfielder Alexis McKinty and striker Breanna Burton were recognized as CIS Championship All-Stars. Outstanding Performance of the Year: Liam Underwood, men’s rugby and Morgan McHaffie, women’s hockey With a surplus of excellence exhibited by Gaels’ athletes in 2012-13, the Outstanding Performance of the Year was awarded to Liam Underwood and Morgan McHaffie. As a fourth-year fly-half, Underwood led the men’s rugby team to a dominant 9-1 record in 2012 and capped off the season with an OUA Championship where he scored 14 points in See Athletic on page 18
Inside Lacrosse Gaels players spearhead Headstrong initiative in charity game against Toronto.
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All eyes on Headstrong Men’s lacrosse fundraising event first of its kind in Canada B y Peter M orrow Sports Editor
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The first-ever Headstrong fundraising event in Canada generated a total of $2,644 for research of non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma.
Onlookers couldn’t possibly ignore the lime green lacrosse game. The Gaels and Toronto Varsity Blues men’s lacrosse teams sported the vibrant colour in a fundraising exhibition match at Tindall Field. It’s the trademark of the Headstrong Foundation, an organization which raises awareness for non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. Headstrong was created in memory of Nicholas Colleluori, a former Hofstra University lacrosse player, who passed away from the blood disease in 2006. Saturday’s game was part of the Headstrong tradition born in 2009, kick-started in Pennsylvania, which boomed throughout the lacrosse community. “Through the chemotherapy [Colleluori] lost his hair, so Headstrong was born,” said Saturday’s organizer and fourth-year Queen’s player Ryan
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Both the Queen’s Gaels and Toronto Varsity Blues wore lime green apparel — the trademark colour for the Headstrong Foundation.
Zoehner. “We’re just trying to bring it up to Canada and raise some money.” Zoehner said Saturday’s matchup was the first ever Headstrong game played north of the border. He said the total amount raised was $2,644. “Talking to the [Headstrong] officials, they were very excited about it,” he said. “It was the first of its kind in Canada.” The lime green apparel was visible pre-game as the Gaels hosted a clinic for 43 local youth players. Zoehner runs similar weekly sessions at the upper ARC gyms as part of the FUN lacrosse initiative he spearheaded earlier this month. Zoehner said the clinics are all about growing the game — having
fun before developing skills. “Players use a plastic stick and plastic ball and don’t have to wear protective equipment,” Zoehner said. “Basically we’re just giving them a chance to try out the sport.” The program especially targets the abundance of local hockey and soccer players in Kingston. Zoehner said those athletes take to lacrosse easier than others. “I stayed in Kingston last summer and noticed surprisingly not many kids were interested,” he said. FUN lacrosse is in its third season of operation and Zoehner expects it to continue. “We have very passionate players here at Queen’s,” Zoehner said. “We just want to drive and instill that same passion in them.”
Cross, Beaucage-Gauvreau claim top individual honours B y J erry Z heng Staff Writer Men’s fencing topped all Gaels club teams once again. For the third straight year, the team was named club of the year at Queen’s Athletics and Recreation club awards banquet. Amongst all the awards handed out Tuesday evening, five were particularly distinguished: the Award of Merit for the top team; the Marion Ross Trophy for top female athlete; the Jack Jarvis Trophy for top male athlete; and two Alfie Pierce trophies for the top male and female rookies. Johnny Yap, the figure skating team’s psychologist, was announced to be retiring after 33 years with the team.
Award of Merit for top team: Men’s fencing Men’s fencing completed a three-peat this year by claiming the Award of Merit Trophy, after dominating their competition by a large margin and capturing a third championship banner. The team finished with a total of 245 points at the OUA championship, well above the second-place University of Toronto’s 160 points. François Beaucage-Gauvreau believes the club will have a difficult time next year since a number of their members will be departing. “It’s really great for our club to win a banner so many times in a row,” he said. “There’s a bunch
of people leaving this year, so next year might be harder.” Marion Ross Trophy for top female athlete: Alex Cross, synchronized swimming Fourth-year synchronized swimming captain Cross took home the Marion Ross trophy for her consistent finishes in the top five in Canada over her career. She’s a two-time All-Canadian and has been the captain of Queen’s synchro team for the past three years. She’s placed third, fourth and fifth on the national stage. “Given the calibre of Queen’s Athletics in general, I’m sure there were other people deserving of this award too,” Cross said. “To be recognized among all the varsity clubs as an outstanding athlete is exciting.” Cross gave credit to her teammate Megan Smallwood for her support throughout her undergraduate swimming career. Jack Jarvis Trophy for top male athlete: François Beaucage-Gauvreau, fencing
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Left to right: Alex Cross, Francois Beaucage-Gauvreau, Julie-Anne Staehli and Mo Hamour were honoured at the Club Awards.
Fourth-year Beaucage-Gauvreau claimed the Jack Jarvis Trophy after winning five OUA gold medals and an OUA silver medal in the sabre division. He’s a three-time OUA Champion with the Gaels, doubling as an assistant coach for the men’s and women’s teams. “It was a goal from my See Rookies on page 18
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the Gaels’ 29-18 win over the Western Mustangs. “It was nice to get it done this year,” Underwood said. “Aside from [winning nationals with the Ontario Blues], the OUA championship was the best moment this year, because we lost it last year to Western, but we knew we could have beaten them.” Underwood competed on various teams this past year, including club and provincial, and was selected to represent Canada as a member of the sevens team, as well as the Canada “A” squad at the Americas Rugby Championship. “I grew up playing rugby since I was nine years old, so that’s always been the goal — to play for team Canada,” Underwood said. Third in OUA scoring, and tied for first in the playoffs, McHaffie led the women’s hockey team to an OUA Championship title over Western, the second title of her four-year Gaels career. McHaffie built on an impressive 2011-12 campaign, finishing 2012-13 as a second-team All-Canadian and first-team OUA all-star, and leading the Gaels to their best-ever regular season record at 20-4-2. “That was one of the biggest things for us, and another goal all year was to make it to nationals,” McHaffie said. “Pursuing that goal and doing it — winning six straight playoff games and winning the [OUA] championship — felt pretty amazing.”
Starting at point guard, Singh put up impressive numbers in his inaugural season as a Gael. Sixth in the OUA in both assists and free throws made, Singh kept pace with the league’s top athletes. “It was good to get adjusted to the game so quick — to play so much,” Singh said. “I came with a lot of guys from Toronto Journal File Photo that I already knew, so getting on Track runner the court with them made it an Julie-Anne Staehli was named top easier transition.” female rookie at the Club Awards. Alfie Pierce Trophy for top female rookie: Nadia Popov, women’s rugby In her first year with the Gaels, Nadia Popov earned OUA Women’s Rugby Rookie of the Year. Popov finished tied for third in the OUA in regular season points, adding 14 points in the OUA playoffs and 12 points at the CIS championships. Popov was selected as a captain for the 2013 season. She’ll compete at the Nations Cup in South Africa this summer after being named to the Canada U20 long list. “Whenever you play with people who are at such a high level, you’re always going to learn a lot from everyone you play with, and the coaches,” Popov said. “I’m really looking forward to getting that experience and translating that into our season next year.” This article has been condensed for print. For a full version, go to queensjournal.ca/sports.
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undergrad to get this [award],” Beaucage-Gauvreau said. “I was aiming for the gold medal every year.” Alfie Pierce Trophy for top female rookie: Julie-Anne Staehli, track and field Staehli was her team’s MVP and Rookie of the Year in her first year with the club. She finished fourth at the OUA championships in the 1500m and later fifth at the CIS finals — the best in Gaels history by a rookie. She also participated in the 4x800m, placing seventh at nationals. “It’s definitely a huge honour to be rookie of the year,” she said.
Alfie Pierce Trophy for top male rookie: Sukhpreet Singh, men’s basketball As the OUA East Rookie of the Year, Sukhpreet Singh played an instrumental role in the men’s basketball team’s rebirth in 2012-13. “[The award]’s just a by-product of our team’s success this year — all credit to my teammates and the coaching staff,” Singh said. “I’m not satisfied with a 10-10 record, and I’m sure the rest of the guys aren’t either, so I’m just looking forward to the offseason — to getting better.”
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Hamour’s efforts on the court helped his team to a fourth-place finish at the OUA championships. His impressive rookie campaign was highlighted by an OUA All-Star selection. Hamour said he was surprised to win the Alfie Pierce award because he thought his competition was too stiff. “I didn’t expect it,” he said. “I thought there were too many nominees and, out of all the rookies, I didn’t think I was the best.”
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People can book sightseeing trips with Kingston Flying Club members, helping pilots like Christopher Drax, MBA ‘13, with the costs of taking planes up. Flights pass above the Queen’s campus.
A view from the top Students with a taste for the sky take flight in one of the most extreme and expensive hobbies in Kingston B y H olly Tousignant News Editor From high above, Kingston and surrounding area appear surprisingly quaint and pastoral. I’d seen the view before when I had flown over the area in a helicopter, but as I flew over again last weekend even I found the sight of the landscape — dominated by trees, waterways and fields — to be unexpected. Even in the cold, early spring the view is impressive, if slightly bleak. Snow and ice half cover the lakes and rivers, toy-like houses line grey roads, and dead trees speckle the countryside. As we fly over campus, the cartoon colours of Tindall field scream for attention amidst all the grey. Though I was stunned, it’s a sight that Christopher Drax, MBA ’13, has grown accustomed to. Drax, my pilot for a one-hour sightseeing trip, has been a member of the Kingston Flying Club since enrolling at Queen’s this past summer. He takes a plane out every two weeks or so, often flying east over the world-famous Thousand Islands. As our flight begins, myself and the other passengers
— a Journal photographer and videographer — sit in silence as we take in the sights. Early on in the flight, our peace is interrupted when our videographer asks whether a falling bolt he saw was part of the plane. We’re temporarily forced to acknowledge that we’re soaring hundreds of feet above ground in a machine that could fit in the average basement. The feeling lasts only seconds before Drax assures us the bolt was from our video equipment, mounted to the side of the plane. I put my faith in Drax’s reassurance, but prior to 2007, he was nearly as unfamiliar with piloting and small aircraft as I am now. He received training in his home country of Germany, where he took lessons while obtaining an undergraduate degree in Aviation Management. “I always wanted to fly. I always had that dream, [so] that’s why I started it and it was ideal conditions because there was an airfield just close to the University,” he said. The first time Drax went up for a flying lesson, it made him sick. Determined to get over the feeling, he went up a couple more times before avoiding illness. After around 20 hours flying time with
an instructor, he made his first solo trip. “It was not planned before. [My instructor] just stepped out and said ‘Okay, now you’re good to go and you will never forget this,’” Drax said. “This is a very strange feeling, when you actually take off and then you realize … there’s no one who can help you or whatever now; you’ve got to do it on your own.” Southeastern Ont. may not compete with Europe for breath-taking views, but Drax still enjoys taking out sightseeing groups like ours. “I always bring people because per hour it’s $160 and … when you go on your own it’s not affordable, so I think it’s a win-win when you take people,” he said. “I like to show people around. I like to show people the passion I have for flying.” It’s a passion that he shares with roughly 125 members of the Kingston Flying Club, an organization chartered in 1929 that’s been training pilots ever since. In addition to offering lessons, the club allows members like Drax to pay a small fee for the privilege of signing out one of their Cessna 172s — a four-seat,
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single-engine craft. Adrien Belage is also a member at the Club; like Drax, he tries to take a plane up at least once every two weeks. After taking an introductory flight in his hometown of Calgary several years ago, his interest was piqued even further, but the hefty costs nearly stopped him. At Kingston’s Ontario Fun Flyers, training for a recreational permit — which allows flying within Canada with one passenger — comes with a minimum price tag of $5,665. A private pilot licence, meanwhile, can be achieved for a minimum of $11,400. In Alberta, Belage was quoted a fee of around $20,000. About six months later, Belage said his dad offered to let him begin lessons. “He [said], ‘well, you’ve been doing pretty well in school, so you can go for it,’” he said. Belage was 18 when he obtained his licence. He knows of three other licenced pilots at Queen’s in the class of 2015 alone. He said the problem he most often sees with young, new pilots is a tendency to panic when things appear to be going wrong. On a flight to Edmonton where he was a friend’s co-pilot, Belage realized upon preparing to land that the city centre airport would be closed, a fact his friend should have known in his preparations. Belage, who was responsible for
landing the plane, had to touch down at Edmonton’s international airport — on the tail of a British Airways Boeing 747. Due to a phenomenon known as wake turbulence that occurs with larger aircrafts, an improper landing on Belage’s part could’ve resulted in his plane flipping over. He was able to recall instruction from his ground training, and landed the plane safely. The incident didn’t faze him. Instead, he counts it as a positive, educational experience. What stress he does experience is often assuaged by his time in the air, a place where he can look down on the world of his problems and distance himself — quite literally — from them. “When you’re up there, you’re thinking things that you’d never think down here. You feel some things that, up there mean nothing, and down here mean a lot. And when I come down, I think ‘Yeah, that put things in perspective.’” It’s a feeling I can relate to. As our plane ventures back into town at the end of our flight, familiar landmarks began reappearing and the ambiguous rows of buildings turn into shops and services I’ve frequented. The plane lands smoothly despite the heavy winds. I know where I am again, but the sense of perspective remains, and I can’t help but see the trees and buildings and fields a little bit differently.
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Started in 1929, the Kingston Flying Club currently has roughly 125 members that regularly take flight.
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