urbanicity - October 2011

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HAMILTON ONTARIO | CANADA | Published Monthly | OCT 2011 | urbanicity.ca

Sean Fresco, age 4, ponders the future | photograph by Reg Beaudry

SOMEDAY TOMORROW I want it NOW, George!

ADRIAN DUYZER

LYDIA LOVRIC

JUDY MARSALES

SYLVIA MACNEIL

PAUL WILSON

The

KISS AND SAY GOODBYE WORLD ACCORDING TO BOB: FROM T.O. WITH LOVE LAZY SUNDAY AFTERNOON Our unbelievable Mayor When to dump your date

DR. HYPNO

The man with his eyes wide open

The dating scene can be an absolute minefield, with casualties strewn across local bars, clubs, and hiding in the anonymity of the Internet. While some people search in vain for Mr. (or Mrs.) Right, others are perfectly fine whittling away their time with Mr. Right Now. But if you're hoping to snag something serious without wasting time, then take note: stop staring at the damn trees and consider the forest. It doesn't matter how your date treats you. After all, most people can fake it for a few dates, especially if they want to get into your pants. Instead, pay attention to how your date treats those around you. Does your date snap at the waiter or waitress? Does he belittle the clerk at the movie theatre? Does she treat the cabbie with disdain? A guy may seem like the perfect gentleman: opening up the car door, being attentive to you and throwing

On August 7, 2010, Ward 2 Councillor Bob Bratina took the stage at a rally supporting the West Harbour location for the Pan-Am Games stadium. In an unforgettable moment, he tore off his dress shirt to reveal a bright yellow t-shirt emblazoned with "WEST HARBOUR". It was a shock, and not just because of the theatrics. Previously, Bratina had not supported the West Harbour. In 2009, he wanted the stadium built at the site of Sir John A Macdonald high school. In February 2010, he said, "After reviewing the documents related to a Pan Am Stadium site selection, I have to declare my total opposition to a West Harbour Site, and the creation of a Stadium Entertainment Precinct." Then on July 15, 2010, he said he favoured "genuine 'Downtown' locations" for a stadium. Maybe he was warming up to the West Harbour. It was hard to tell, because he also said that "city building is not served to

Hamilton is a wonderful city - ripe with art and culture on the brink of exponential growth. Over the next few years, hundreds, if not thousands, of professionals will migrate here from Toronto. But make no mistake: Hamilton is also a sick city populated with fragmented and torn individuals and families. Hundreds, if not thousands, of marginalized, institutionalized, and financially and emotionally desperate people have already been migrating here for years. I recently interviewed Sally J. who has requested anonymity for this publication. She has immersed herself in this city; Sally votes here, volunteers here and has become involved with numerous organizations and Hamilton institutions. She moved here from Toronto almost 13 years ago. As we spoke, she expressed frustration at the recent media attention paid to the influx of professionals from other cities. “Now that professionals are migrating

I jumped in my car after church and started to feel a bit hungry. My mind bounced to a variety of potential eating establishments - friends, good food, and relaxation. The clouds were looking ominous; the radio was predicting rain and maybe a thunderstorm so I headed to Williams on the Waterfront. It offers a great view of the weather coming over the Dundas escarpment, good panini, and the soothing water of the harbour. I drove north on Bay Street, my usual route albeit a little bit quieter than usual because it was Sunday. As I passed Main Street, my ears were distracted by the noise of destruction. My eyes instantly followed my ears and I was somewhat surprised to see workmen busy tearing down the decaying old Federal Building. It was Sunday…why today? Were they trying to fly under the scrutiny of the ever-critical public eye? Is it safer to do this work when fewer people are

It happens all the time. Bill Carson meets someone and they ask what he does. “I’m a hypnotist,” he replies. “Oh,” they say, and turn their head a little. Carson just smiles: “It’s okay to look me in the eye. I won’t do anything.” Even he, who has practiced the mysterious craft longer than anyone else in this town, can’t make you fall under his spell just like that. All going well, he might be able to help you stop smoking, or lose weight or learn how to relax. Those are the big three, but Carson turns his hand, his eyes and that trademark voice to every kind of malady – bed wetting, nail biting, claustrophobia, fear of flying. He once worked on the fear of butterflies. For that person, a lovely monarch could be as frightening as a snarling Shepherd. Carson is now 86. We find him on James South near

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