Apparently, the lowest tuition fees in the country just ain’t low enough…

A 75 per cent increase is pretty substantial, whether it’s over five years, seven years or what have you–it’s a lot higher than the rate of inflation, that’s for sure.  In fact, that magic number has a whole lotta college and university students in Quebec throwing away most of their second semester to go on strike.  Many have been marching since the middle of February, but the only concession they’ve received from the provincial government is to extend that famous $1,625 increase over seven years instead of five.  Wait, $1,625 over seven years–doesn’t that equate to 116 bucks per semester (not including summer school) or, as Line Beauchamp likes to say, 50 cents a day?

To be fair, that number would be indexed to inflation over the last two years, making it more like 125 bucks a semester, but hey, who stays in school for seven years anyways?  Even so, this hardly seems like something that would break the bank, which brings us back to that 75 per cent.  Post-secondary students in Quebec currently pay a paltry $2,168 dollars in annual tuition fees.  I’ve been outta school for a few years now, but I’m pretty sure I paid more than than per semester in Ontario–during which time tuition was frozen next door at $1,668, from ’94 to 2007.  The year that Quebec finally unfroze its tuition fees (they’ve been increasing by 100 bucks a year since), the rest of the country paid, on average, $4,558 per year as per Stats Canada–and that number’s gone up by over 800 dollars in that time.  Basically, the result of this latest proposal would bring Quebec in line with Ontario’s rates–circa 2001.  Did I mention that this would be 2019 by the time the full increase took effect?  I can only imagine what kids over here will be paying by then.  It could very well be into five figures.  (Thanks, Dalton!)

Of course, not all other provinces have it as bad as Ontario, home of the highest tuition fees in the country.  But Alberta and Saskatchewan have raised their fees by an average of 500-600 dollars since ’07-’08, while P.E.I.’s have gone up by over 800 dollars in that time frame.  That said, in any province but Ontario, a $254 annual increase would be considered steep–but a $3,947 overall tuition fee would still sound pretty good today, never mind seven years from now.

Not that the numbers from across the country mean anything to the striking students.  La CLASSE, one of the major student unions, openly states that it defends the right to “free, accessible, public, non-discriminatory public education“–in other words, no tuition fees at all.  They feel Quebec should take its cues from small European countries like Sweden, Finland and the Czech Republic rather than the rest of the country–or even the continent–that it’s part of, where only Florida, Wyoming and Newfoundland currently pay less tuition fees than they will post-hike.  Guess it’s that whole sovereigntist thing.

On that note, it’s worth pointing out that had I wanted to take advantage of Quebec’s lower fees, as a French-speaking person from outside the province, I wouldn’t have been able to.  That sweetheart deal only applies to Quebec residents–making it the only province with two weights, two measures when it comes to fees for Canadian students.  Non-Quebec residents are scheduled to pay $6,183.00 a year for a full courseload at McGill starting this fall, nearly $3,700 more than their Quebecois classmates.  So there you have it, the proposed provincial tuition fees in 2019 barely cover the gap between what Quebecois and non-Quebecois students pay in the province today.  And those students from elsewhere will also feel the hit, as the amounts they pay are based on the Quebec fee, with an out-of-province supplement added on, according to The McGill Daily.  The kids paying upwards of 6K a year who’ll be paying an additional $1,500 by the end of their (undergrad) studies are the ones I truly feel sorry for.  As for the rest of the province, it’s time to baisser tes culottes.  This’ll only hurt a bit, relatively speaking.

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Ladies and gentlemen… Your NORTH York Islanders?

In case you missed it, Markham city council approved a framework on Thursday for a new 20,000 seat arena north of the 407 between Warden and Kennedy—with half of the $325-million price tag being paid by the city, ie taxpayers.  It seems that following the move of the Atlanta Thrashers to a ready-to-go rink in Winnipeg, other Canadian cities are hoping to lure struggling NHL franchises back to the Promised Land.  Case in point: Quebec City.

Make no mistake, like the Quebecor-sponsored structure in la belle province, the one north of Toronto isn’t intended just for concerts.  “Spending that kind of money just for culture and entertainment? Come on. We won’t even break even,” one councilor told the National Post.  But can one city, albeit the biggest in the country, support two NHL teams?  Let’s ask New York, where the first-place Rangers pack ‘em in to the Gardens, while the suburban Islanders draw a mere 13-thousand fans a game, just one spot ahead of Phoenix for fewest in the league.  The struggling Isles have long been rumoured for relocation, heck, their rink was invaded by Nordiques Nation in 2010.  But could they be heading from New York to North York?

Not so fast.  After all, this is Leafs Country.  Some people say TML played a part in squashing those Hamilton relocation rumours of a while back—and the Yotes are still in Phoenix (and in the second round of the playoffs, no less!).  Something tells me they won’t take too kindly to a new intruder on their turf, especially one so close to the city.  Cuz let’s face it, you’re not getting 20,000 Markham residents out to 41 games a season—even if they helped pay for the building.

Mind you, if the Markham Islanders (that name has gotta change!) make it to the postseason before the Blue-and-White, I could see myself cheering for them if the Flames are eliminated.  Don’t get me started on the Flames, though…

COMMENT OF THE DAY: Putting things in perspective for Scarlett Johansson…

From: http://www.torontosun.com/2012/04/30/scarjo-lashes-out-at-rude-fans

With the new Avengers movie coming out this Friday, stars of the film, such as Scarlett Johansson, are being given a public forum to air their grievances over the next few days.  And it seems that ScarJo has a problem with people taking her picture, saying “I’m not traumatized by it but I find it can bring out the worst in humanity sometimes.”

Worst in humanity?  Hmm, let’s see…

 

Yeah, that’s not quite up there.  On that note, I’d much rather look at the pictures Scarlett took of herself on her phone than those taken on somebody else’s camera phone in a restaurant. ;)

You do know the original Titanic sank, right?

The L.A. Times is reporting that Australian mining tycoon Clive Palmer plans to one-up James Cameron’s Titanic 3D by building a real-life replica of the ill-fated cruise ship, to set sail in 2016.  Apparently, he’s already got the Chinese state-owned CSC Jinling Shipyard on board.  What could possibly go wrong?

Palmer, considered one of Australia’s National Living Treasures (right up there with Olivia Newton-John and Kylie Minogue—seriously!) has experience in dealing with China through his company Minerology, which kinda sounds like the name of a 70’s prog rock band.  But why would an Aussie billionaire engage the Chinese government to rebuild a century-old vessel that sunk while travelling between England and the United States?

Good question.  Let’s just hope that it doesn’t make a pit stop somewhere off the coast of Newfoundland… ;)

FRENCH WORD OF THE DAY: Mourir à petit feu

Mourir à petit feu: Roughly the French equivalent of “death by 1,000 cuts”—to die a slow and painful death.

As seen in: « Le débat sur la hausse des frais de scolarité se meurt-t-il à petit feu? »

(Translation: “Is the debate over the tuition fee increase slowly dying down?”)

http://voir.ca/jepenseque/2012/04/30/enterrer-la-hache-de-guerre/

Jason Becker’s life story is the stuff that movies are made of. It’s about time they made one about him!

Heavy metal is no stranger to the Hot Docs festival.  In fact, I’ve been to a pair of gala openings in past years where a suit and tie would make you stand out–namely Anvil: The Story of Anvil and Rush: Beyond the Lighted Stage.  This year’s metallic installment wasn’t front-and-centre, but that’s not to take anything away from Jason Becker: Not Dead Yet–it’s still quite the story!

Becker, if you didn’t know, was a teenaged guitar prodigy who played with Marty Friedman on a pair of Cacophony records in the late 80′s, then was chosen to replace Steve Vai as the guitarist in David Lee Roth’s solo band–before he even turned 20.  Tragically, he was stricken with ALS (aka Lou Gehrig’s Disease) after his audition for Diamond Dave, and while he was able to finish recording the album A Little Ain’t Enough, the disease had gotten to the point where he couldn’t even hold a guitar when it came time to tour.

But from tragedy, hope emerges.  Despite only being given three years to live back in 1990, Becker has been living with ALS for over 20 years now, and though he can only communicate through eye movements, he’s still able to compose music using computer software and a special visor.  Not Dead Yet tells Becker’s story, past and present, complete with dazzling clips of flaming fretwork and interviews with those close to him–including his parents, who’ve been supporting him all along the way.

Though he’s been robbed of his greatest gift, Becker is an inspiration, showing that life doesn’t end with ALS.  In fact, he’s right up there after Stephen Hawking as far as people who’ve lived the longest with the disease.  Even if you’re not a fan of shred guitar (or David Lee Roth), it’s hard not to be touched by this film.  Here’s hoping it gets a more widespread release.

To Lube, or not to Lube? That is the question…

So, I went and got a new tattoo yesterday.  It had been a little while since my last one, during which time all the killer artists at my friendly neighbourhood tattoo shop seem to have moved on to greener pastures.  I’m not a fan of some of these places on the flashy Queen St tattoo scene where they ink you up in the front window, so I ended up going to this newish place in Kensington that Blog TO rates very highly.  Twas only a short streetcar ride away from my place.

If you’ve been tattooed before, you know what it feels like, so I won’t go into explicit details, ‘cept to say that it was roughly a two-hour session–so I sat there and took it for a while.  My Pete Townsend/Jim Marshall homage piece turned out quite nicely, may post pics later when it heals.  Or not.  But anyways, I was caught off-guard after the deed was done, when the artist asked me if I knew how to take care of a new tattoo.

“Sure, Lubriderm three times a day for two weeks, no sun, soaking, etc,” I said, repeating the instructions off an old tattoo card from memory.  To which I was met with resounding disapproval, and told not to put any lotion on the skin.  When I pressed the issue, I was told that Lubriderm “only makes it worse.”  Huh?  I mean, I know that baby oils are to be avoided, but it seems strange that one place would recommend something to the point of putting its brand name on their business cards while another one is saying to avoid it like the plague.

Now, this second shop considers themselves to be old-school, specialists in American traditional tattoos, and I’m sure that the Marines at Pearl Harbor weren’t applying Lubriderm to their tats before shipping out to fight in World War II–so maybe their method of wash carefully, then hands off (whoa-oh!) does work, but unfortunately, I don’t have the time to shower thrice daily.  I can wash it in the morning, but what’s going to protect the healing patch of skin for the rest of the day?

On the other hand, Lubriderm offers 24-hour protection (it says so on the bottle), though I still put it on three times a day to be safe.  I did this for my earlier ink, which healed in a reasonable amount of time–and most importantly, didn’t get infected.  I’m not willing to risk infection using the “old-school” method, so I’ve decided to disregard my most recent advice and put the lotion on the skin.  Buffalo Bill would be pleased.

Still, I must say that I’m shocked by this vast discrepancy in tattoo care advice from two places that are only a couple kms apart.  It’s kinda like one doctor telling you to eat your vegetables, and another one saying that veggies cause cancer.  Mind you, I haven’t exactly had a pleasant experience with doctors in this city, either…

ONE WEEKEND IN PITTSBURGH: How did they get incline from funiculaire, anyways?

I had originally planned to check out the Warhol Museum on Monday–but it turns out they’re closed Mondays, for whatever reason.  So I took to the net to find out what else there was to do downtown.  Couple things popped up: Station Square, the self-proclaimed “premier dining and entertainment destination with unique specialty shops” and the Pittsburgh inclines, old-school cable cars that take you up to the hoity-toity Mt. Washington neighbourhood and a great view of the city from the top.

Unfortunately, most of the bars and restaurants that make up Station Square aren’t open for lunch on Monday, and the “unique specialty shops” are few and far between.  I did buy some local chocolate from a candy store and picked up a Larry Flynt biography for the super-low price of $1.98, though.  There was also a massive store selling all kinds of Steelers stuff, but I didn’t dare set foot in that one.

This is the view of the Square coming in from across the bridge.

Pittsburgh’s first-ever steel furnace, or something like that…

Had lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe, where along with the AC/DC, Nirvana and Poison memorabilia, a Danzig road case, some stuff from shitty nu-metal bands–including a 10X platinum plaque awarded to fuckin’ Creed that almost made me lose my appetite–I was surprised to see this piece of Canadian rock history:

A signed Gil Moore bass drum head!  Oh, and some dude named Cobain’s guitar, off to the bottom right.

After lunch, I headed up on the Monongahela Incline, to see what I could see.  This thing is fully automated, with an operator at the top, and the inside looks a little like this:

The site of Pittsburgh’s first coal mine (as per this sign below), Mt. Washington is now an upscale neighbourhood (think Forest Hill) with nice restaurants, big houses, churches–even houses that look like churches.

Case in point.

The view from the lookout points along the aptly-named Grandview Ave offered a picture-perfect outlook down onto the city.  So naturally, I took a few photos.

Heinz Field, home of the Steelers, off in the distance.

The Wyndham hotel (where I stayed) is the beige building in the foreground, with PNC Park just across the river.

A closer look at Heinz Field.

I figured I’d take the Monongahela Incline up, then walk across and take the Duquesne Incline back down, since the latter was closer to my hotel.  Only problem was that there’s no way to get across the river from there, so I had to walk back to Station Square.  Let’s just say I got a lotta exercise on Monday…

View of Heinz Field from the Duquesne Incline.

Would you like tits with that?

According to Macleans.ca, the so-called breastaurant is the “second-fastest growing sector in the casual dining industry behind upscale burgers.”  And if you’re thinking this sector is named after quarter-chicken dinners, think again.  Taking their cue from Hooters, chains like Tilted Kilt and Twin Peaks succeed with a clientele that’s 80 per cent male, 21 to 35 years old and has a thing for women in plaid skirts—or in the case of the latter, skimpy plaid shirts and hiking shorts.  What’s more, the sector is poised to take Canada by storm, one chest at a time.

Tilted Kilt opened up in Edmonton last year not long before Christmas, and will be established in Calgary just in time for Stampede.  They also plan on opening six locations in the GTA by the end of next year.  (Here’s hoping there’s one on Bay Street!)

Not that this concept is anything new.  Anyone who’s ever been to Shoeless Joe’s knows the breasts are the best thing on the menu—and the chicken ain’t bad, either.  The concept of “enlightened sexism” has certainly been known to sell its share of wings and beers.  Just don’t try to open a breastaurant in East Montreal.  Le Restaurant des Princesses d’Hochelaga, a diner offering topless breakfast, has been mired in a messy legal battle with its borough over a zoning law that forces its serveuses to cover up.  And I don’t think they’d be too thrilled with you wearing a kilt, tilted or otherwise, either.