Don’t vilify the vulnerable

Here’s my column from this morning’s Calgary Herald:

If I want to walk or bike downtown from my place, the shortest route cuts by the Calgary Drop-In and Rehab Centre. That’s always bugged me, and a while back I said as much to a friend.

People down there are unpredictable, I told him. Social justice is important and homeless people deserve to be treated with dignity and all that — sure. But the honest truth is I don’t like walking through that area.

His response? “That’s probably good.” As in, it’s probably good that a guy who has the security of a home, bed and steady income feels discomfort when walking past someone who doesn’t. It’s not meant to be a sunshine-and-rainbows experience — and if you feel fine as you walk by, there’s probably something wrong with you.

My friend’s words recently came to mind when the provincial government revealed plans to launch an anti-panhandling campaign in the fall, encouraging people in Alberta’s cities to donate to homeless-related charities instead of giving directly to people who ask for change…

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Light Summer Reading

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Orwell’s Writing Advice

My column in this morning’s Calgary Herald:

Here’s a simple request for Calgary’s municipal election candidates. Please read George Orwell’s 1946 essay Politics and the English Language before writing another word.

If you’re like me, you’ll cringe when you read it. The gist of Orwell’s essay is that English is in decline and that political writing, in particular, is characterized by “sheer cloudy vagueness.” Orwell lists the easy shortcuts we English speakers use when we want to avoid “the work of prose construction” — stale imagery, lack of precision, pretentious diction, meaningless words and so on. Anyone who writes anything is guilty of at least one, and probably more, of these infractions.

With the civic election three months away, there are plenty of examples of bad writing on mayoral candidates’ websites. Here’s one from Wayne Stewart’s: “Calgary is a great city, but we cannot rest on our laurels, we must move forward or we’ll fall behind.”

It’s a string of empty cliches…

Read more: http://www.calgaryherald.com/opinion/op-ed/campaign+gobbledygook/3264737/story.html#ixzz0tWmiGUzR

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Lizards

“Hey Jeremy.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you love your woman?” My 11-year-old cousin Q. asks the question as we hunt for lizards on the side of a hill. Dragonflies everywhere, and above and to the southwest, the purple of a summer storm on its way.

“Yeah, I do.” No lizards yet but we’re still looking, walking down grown-over tire tracks and scanning the grass.

“Why?” And again: “Why?”

“Well, because she’s kind and generous and wise and beautiful.”

From Q., uncontrollable laughter at my answer, and then pleas of: “Come out, lizards!”

We keep looking. Nothing.

Then something moves in the grass near Q.’s feet — a lizard, he tells me.

Q. is grinning and I step closer to take a look.

“Just kidding!”

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Monday morning adventure: The Angry Edition

Last week’s Monday morning was spent alongside a lifeless, sinister stretch of pavement in northeast Calgary. This morning’s destination—a trip to the zoo—was much more enjoyable, but getting to the zoo got my blood boiling. (And what better way to vent than to tap out another rant?)

The problem, see, is that I chose to ride my bike to the zoo instead of driving. We live close to the zoo — the ride’s not far at all. Often L. and I bike past the zoo with the bike chariot on the Nose Creek Pathway when we’re out for a ride. So why drive when we’re so close?

The Nose Creek Pathway goes by the zoo — in fact, it kind of wraps around it. The path is a stone’s throw away from the parking lot. So there must be access to the zoo’s main entrance from the pathway, right? Some kind of connector pathway or road? A gravel path, even? I checked the city’s pathway closure site before I left, and it seemed to indicate we were in the clear. Surely the path must connect somehow.

Wrong. It doesn’t connect. You can get to the zoo on St. George’s Drive, but that road is shut down for construction, which eliminates that option. What I had to do is pull up on the pathway right beside the zoo parking lot, and then cut across a gravel road that looks like it’s part of a construction site, bumping L. over a few 2x4s in the chariot and then squeezing us into the parking lot through an opening beside a closed gate — an opening we clearly weren’t supposed to be using.

Any cyclist in Calgary who’s serious about getting anywhere has little choice but to go where he’s not supposed to go. We were going to the zoo, and I wasn’t about to turn around and find some long alternate route because of the city’s planning negligence.

But it did make me mad that I was dragging my one-year-old daughter through part of a construction site. It made me think that maybe I was being a bad parent — but more than that, it reminded me that nothing has changed in this city. A bunch of us cyclists have been bitching about the lack of bike infrastructure here for as long as I can remember, and nothing has changed — no matter what the suits at city hall say. The city likes to boast that it has “the most extensive bike pathway system in North America” (whatever that means), but the reality is city hall’s priorities lie elsewhere — with roads, mostly. It’s sad. The city’s message to cyclists has been the same since I moved here almost ten years ago: fuck off. And get a car.

The City of Calgary's message to cyclists is twofold: fuck off. And get a car.

Need more proof? Just head north on the Nose Creek Pathway, where construction halts the pathway in the middle of nowhere. Actually, it’s not in the middle of nowhere — it’s mere metres from 32 Ave., a road that cyclists could use to work their way north, past the construction zone. But the way the city has set it up, it might as well be in the middle of nowhere. The pathway suddenly ends. And there’s a sign with a long-ass detour that nobody in their right mind would actually use.

When the city shuts down roads for construction, there are workable detours, warnings well in advance and so on. With bike infrastructure it’s a different story. The underlying assumption seems to be that nobody rides their bikes the way people drive cars — to get from place to place, running errands, going to work and what not. The city — despite all its empty talk about alternative transportation — seems to think that cars are for commuting and bikes are for recreation. For amusement.

Well, I ain’t amused. And neither are a lot of other Calgarians who are making an effort to leave their cars at home. This is the one thing that’s encouraging about all this: a lot of people in this city are getting fed up with Calgary’s roads-roads-roads status quo, and are speaking up.

But will it change anything? Who knows. I certainly hope so. That was my hope before I had a kid, and now that I’m pulling my little girl behind me when I ride, it’s that much more important. We need safe, practical cycling infrastructure. The city is working on some kind of comprehensive bike strategy thingy right now — but who knows if that will actually make a difference. The city’s always working on some feel-good strategy like that while working against it in practice. Jawing about cycling (“a fun, healthy and an inexpensive way to get around,” says the city’s website) is all well and good, but the proof is in the pavement — and that’s still lacking. I’ll believe it when I see it.

(Cross posted to my FFWD blog, Klaszus Corner.)

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