Pour mon amour, mon beau mec, mon chum. Je t'aime!
I am not usually one to do this sort of thing but I cant help it this year. I feel the need to express my happiness and gratitude to you. I love you. I love you so very much. Never have I felt this way toward another human being, never have I felt so at home. I am so glad to be in a relationship with you and so glad it is queer. As hard as it has been to be apart for much of the last two and half years it has been worth it for me to still have you in my life, a part of my life and sharing a life with you. I am so thankful you are someone who loves me, who accepts me for being the elegant yet strong sissy that I am even when I am not and moreover someone who believes in me and what I do. I love that you challenge me. I love that you make me want and strive to be better than I am, to be more uncompromising in my beliefs and convictions and also while discerning, to be the most compassionate I can be. I love you RBN, happy anniversary, thank you for the last four years and thank you for being you. I cannot wait for next year and being in the same city once again. Bisous!
WHITEHORSE, YK—Try to imagine a town where the government paid each of the residents a living income, regardless of who they were and what they did, and a Soviet hamlet in the early 1980s may come to mind.
But this experiment happened much closer to home. For a four-year period in the ’70s, the poorest families in Dauphin, Manitoba, were granted a guaranteed minimum income by the federal and provincial governments. Thirty-five years later all that remains of the experiment are 2,000 boxes of documents that have gathered dust in the Canadian archives building in Winnipeg.
Until now little has been known about what unfolded over those four years in the small rural town, since the government locked away the data that had been collected and prevented it from being analyzed.
But after a five year struggle, Evelyn Forget, a professor of health sciences at the University of Manitoba, secured access to those boxes in 2009. Until the data is computerized, any systematic analysis is impossible. Undeterred, Forget has begun to piece together the story by using the census, health records, and the testimony of the program’s participants. What is now emerging reveals that the program could have counted many successes.
The CBC is Canada’s version of the British Broadcasting Corporation; it is Canada’s national public radio and television broadcaster, a publicly-funded crown corporation. The CBC’s radio stations began in 1936, and TV stations in 1952. Unlike its British…
It’s a measure of capitalism’s continued success and expansion that more and more people feel confident in describing themselves as creative, as artists. The neoliberalist turn hinges precisely on this, that more and more people can imagine themselves artists — in part because ordinary consumption has become a mode of personal expression, in part because capital has placed various forms of audience-building media at nearly every nonimpoverished individual’s disposal, in part because every scrap of one’s life gets turned to account as reputation, as human capital. We get an audience for our creative autonomy in action, a scenario which depends on (is subsumed by) the apparatus of communicative capitalism. If we are being “creative” without an audience, it no longer registers as an expression of autonomy; social media has crowded out the space in which an individual could be content to create without spectators. Now that is simply a failure of nerve, not independence — it’s too easy to circulate one’s gestures of creativity to rest easy in obscurity.