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Volume 140, Issue 39 -- March 28th, 2013
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By Holly TousignanTNews Editor
A Queenâs 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 heâd written seven years earlier.
Coburn claims heâd worked on the project for over 100 hours on his own time during his contract with the O.I. Native Leasing Services.
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
By sHannon HillStaff Writer
A proposal to establish a new Housing Grievance Centre passed unanimously at last weekâs AMS Assembly.
The Centre will offer peer-based support and referral services for housing-related concerns. Although it wonât be able to provide legal advice, the Centre will give referrals to Queenâs Legal Aid.
AMS Municipal Affairs Commissioner Troy Sherman said he thinks there is a definite need for the service at Queenâs.
âMy inbox is currently receiving a lot of these complaints and grievances,â Sherman,
ArtSci â14, said. The new Centre will absorb the
MACâs housing-related services like the Student Property Assessment and Dwelling Education (SPADE), a volunteer-run service which provides free home inspections for students, and the holiday and summer house check program.
âItâs a centralization of those resources and a confidential place for student to talk about their grievances regarding their housing,â Sherman said.
The Centre will be operated by an advisory board that will include Shermanâs successor, the student leader for the project and a representative from the property standards division of the City
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
By sTyna TaoStaff Writer
Seven Queenâs students are leading the charge to remove tobacco sales and tanning beds from campus.
Theyâre 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 Queenâs, 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 Queenâs team is in talks with the C2CC to devise a concrete plan for campus.
âWeâre looking to align the Universityâs message with the services that they provide,â said Stephanie Ferguson, Nurs â13, a core member of Queenâs Campus Action Team.
The team of students stress that having tobacco sales and tanning beds on campus contradicts Queenâs mission to create a healthy environment for students.
âWe decided on these two issues because they both involve Type 1 carcinogens, which are known to cause cancer,â said Stefanie Lys,
Anna Olson, celebrity chef and Queenâs alumn, came to campus on Saturday to share her story of success. See page 2 for full story.
InsIdeDialogue
Bringing back true political discourse.
Page 6
arts
An interview with musician Gianna Lauren.
Page 12
sports
Womenâs soccer honoured at Colour Awards.
Page 16
postscript
A trip to the sky for a birdâs eye view.
Page 20
Plagiarism
Student files copyright suitPhD candidate claims his work was copied by fellow reseacher
student life
AMS to address housing grievancesNew centre will consolidate resources
Photo by alex choi
activism
Fighting cancer at QueenâsStudents aim to ban tanning, tobacco sales on campus
See Tanning on page 4
See Centre on page 4
See Over on page 4
The Polar Bear Dip, organized by Queenâs Free the Children, brought students to the freezing cold lake on Sunday to raise money for the Good Times Diner.
Photo by alex choi
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By racHel HerscoViciAssistant News Editor
When Anna Olson attended Queenâs she could be found among other bobbing heads in a Tragically Hip music video filmed at Alfieâs.
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 Generator App.
After completing her degree in political studies, Olson, ArtSci â91, chose a career in banking before pursuing the baking that made her famous.
A few years later she found herself up at 2 a.m. contemplating life and baking muffins. This event would soon become
known as her âmuffin epiphany,â which set her off into a world ofculinary adventures.
On Saturday, Olson came back to Kingston to give a talk to the Queenâs 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 you first came to Queenâs, what kind of career were you hoping or expecting to have?
When I came to Queenâs I did not have a career in mind. I feel lucky that growing up, my father was a university professor, he taught at York, so I understood that coming to university was about the pursuit
of knowledge and education and it didnât 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 âitâ spot. There was a restaurant called the Chinese Laundry Cafe that was the date place and it was just a little dessert-coffee shop ... a little dessert and coffee after a movie.
How does one go from undergraduate student to
celebrity chef?
It didnât happen overnight â thatâs for certain. I spent years building up my repertoire, working in the industry and when I was doing this there was no Food Network. There were no celebrity chefs other than Julia Child and Jaques Pepin and the Galloping Gourmet.
How did you become more known for your baking/pastry?
I worked as a line cook for years before I got into baking, but I always worked in places where they were small enough where when the pastry chef took a day off someone had to fill in, they didnât have a staff, so I would always volunteer. I was able to learn from my mistakes and really thatâs what I like to share through my cooking shows ⌠if youâve made a mistake
I guarantee Iâve made it four times over and I want to figure out how to fix it, or prevent it.â
How is baking for an audience different than baking for
your family?
I donât have to be quite so organized when I bake just for home. It is very different. I can spend all day on set and get home and cook and it feels completely different. When Iâm just cooking at home itâs my kitchen yoga â Iâm clocking out and itâs my relaxation.
What is your favourite thing to cook or bake?
I am a seasonally motivated chef so it changes season to season. Now, weâre heading into our hothouse season here in Ontario where finally we can see locally grown peppers and tomatoes and cucumbers. Rhubarb will be the first fruit of the season, so as these seasons come in thatâs what gets me excited.
In terms of your baking, what is your philosophy when you get
into the kitchen?
It is to enjoy the process and I find for people where baking has clicked, they understand that itâs not about just getting to the chocolate brownies, itâs the joy of making them and then the satisfaction you find when you share it. Baking is selfish and selfless at the same time.
What does the future look like for you?
The book-publishing world is changing, I have seven cookbooks and now with e-books, where is that going? So, Iâm fascinated by what could happen, what is going to happen â Iâm leaving it wide open.
This interview has been edited and condensed for clarity and length.
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âI was working on a chocolate recipe â gluten free â and I had just one big giant mess, they all baked together. It happens. But, you learn more from those mistakes.â
â Anna Olson, celebrity chef
alumni
Bake it until you make itGoing from ArtSci to celebrity chef doesnât happen overnight
2 ⢠queensjournal.ca Thursday, March 28, 2013news
By Nick FarisAssistant Sports Editor
Kingstonâs barbers are the last of a dying breed.
âUnless someone teaches you to be a barber and use clippers, itâs hard to find barbers,â Demetre Senis said.
âTheyâre like the buffalo â theyâre becoming extinct.â
Senis owns Sir Johnnies Barber Shop, a snug establishment neatly tucked away on Montreal St. Heâs one of Kingstonâs most experienced haircutters â a title exclusive to him and a few counterparts.
No less than six traditional barbershops populate the cityâs downtown core, starting just north of Queenâs 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 tradeâs mortality.
Senis himself has hung around barbershops since 1964, sweeping the floors of Kingstonâs old Circle Barber Shop, once owned by his father. Nearly five decades later, one old customer still comes to Senis for haircuts.
Still, heâs seen the congenial nature of the barbershop dissolve over time.
âThe barbershop used to be a hangout â itâd be the place where youâd come sit around and shoot the shit, talk about the hockey game, what you did on the weekend,â Senis said. âEverybodyâs in a rush [now].â
Cutting hair has been entrenched in Senisâ 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 Vecchioâs â located slightly further east, on Wellington
St. â Sir Johnnies and Generations form the upper pricing echelon of Kingstonâs barbershops.
Closer to campus, University, Dinoâs and Soussanâs Barber Shops all sit within a four-block stretch on Princess St. Their rates are roughly two-thirds those of the higher-priced shops.
Senis said that gap has fuelled competition amongst the cityâs barbers.
âSome of the prices at some of these barbershops â I used to charge that in 1988, the lower prices,â he said. âThe better way of doing it is people charge similar prices, and everybody doesnât get hurt by it.
âWhy should you work just to pay your bills â why donât you work to make some extra money?â
While his rate isnât reflected across the board, Senisâ pricing is competitive with his cousinâs â 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 arenât influenced by Kingstonâs other barbershops.
âIn todayâs day and age, a nine-dollar haircut or a 10-dollar or an eight-dollar as you can get up
the road, itâs just ridiculous. Those are prices from the [1990s],â he said. âWhen people want these nine-dollar haircuts, it causes competition because you have bills to pay.â
Further west down Princess St., other Kingston barbers have confirmed their commitment to cheaper cuts.
The proximity of lower-priced barbershops to Queenâs campus makes them an especially attractive option for students. Elly Graham, a barber at Dinoâs, said engineering students and Gaels football players make up a substantial portion of her shopâs 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.
âIf Iâm in a situation where I have a bunch of [customers] who donât have a lot of money, but I have a lot of those people, Iâll keep my price low and the volume high,â Blenderman said.
âSomebody else might be in a situation where theyâve got a lot of rich [customers], but not a lot of them, so you can charge more.â
Universityâs prices also cater to Kingstonâs military personnel, who must satisfy the armed forcesâ rigid grooming standards.
âThe military and RMC [students] are here every two weeks. You canât be nailing them with big prices, because they wonât come back,â Blenderman said. âThereâs 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.â
With such a heavy concentration of potential customers, some of Blendermanâs most worthwhile deals have come for no charge at all.
Recently, he doled out free haircuts to two homeless youths
who walked by his shop.âThree days later, one comes
back and says, âRemember me? You cut my hair the other day â I got a job,ââ Blenderman said. âI didnât expect anything back, but he was tickled pink. Heâs now working and still working â and heâs now a regular customer.â
âIf you give a little bit, sometime that little bit comes back.â
Blenderman estimates that heâs 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 â originally owned by Demetre Senisâ uncle.
Unlike the Senis cousins, Blenderman doesnât see Kingstonâs inter-barber relations as naturally contentious.
âAll the barbers in this city talk to each other. We compare prices â we all get along very well,â he said. âThereâs no banging heads. As long as everybodyâs doing well, why should it make a difference?â
That sense of camaraderie,
however, doesnât extend to other hair care establishments â namely, Kingstonâs upper-class salons.
According to Blenderman, the Ontario government requires prospective barbers to carry both a barbering and a hairdressing license â deterring those who donât want to undergo hair styling training from starting a business.
âA lot of younger people donât want to learn styling stuff. Iâm basically [a] last-generation barber,â Blenderman said. âWeâre dwindling and theyâre building.â
That detachment is embodied on Queenâs 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 â from traditional buzz cuts to hair colouring and shampoos, as well as spa treatments.
âMost of us are precision hair stylists, so our equipment is not just clippers,â said Margaret Mills, a part-time hair stylist at Signatures and the salonâs original manager. âThe service is above and beyond what a barbershop would provide.â
Signaturesâ prices are slightly below those of other high-end salons, but students may be inclined to look elsewhere for a cheaper standard trim.
âIf somebody comes in and says they canât afford a $22 haircut, thatâs why we like those barbers,â Mills said. âThey provide that service, and we donât want to drop our prices down.â
As opposed to salon stylists, barbers tend to use simpler tools such as clippers.
Engineering students and Gaels athletes are a large portion of the customer base of Dinoâs, owned by Dino Bartzis.
LocaL Businesses
Shear competition down the blockFamilial ties connect downtownâs six traditional barbershops, which cater to different target customers, including Queenâs students, Gaels athletes, the military and long-time clients
photo by charlotte gagnier
photo by charlotte gagnier
â Unless someone teaches you to be a barber and use clippers, itâs hard to find barbers. Theyâre like the buffalo â theyâre becoming extinct. âDemetre Senis, owner, Sir
Johnnies Barber Shop
â When people want these nine-dollar haircuts, it causes competition because you have bills to pay.
â Christos Senis, owner, Generations Barbershop
â
â
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By VincenT maTakAssistant News Editor
The AMS passed an amendment at last weekâs 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 wonât hear cases of âuse or possession of weapons (as defined by the Queenâs University Weapons Policy).â
The amendment to section 10.02.02 of the Constitution follows an agreement between the AMS and Principal Daniel Woolf over AMS Non-Academic 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.
âIn terms of student safety in the immediate sense, the AMS is not equipped to deal with this,â Faught, ArtSci â14 said. âIn the
past we have recognized that we shouldnât deal with these things, [and] we are formalizing that in our constitution which is an important step to take.â
The Committee also doesnât 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 Queenâs Weapons Policy would formally be subjected to NAD; however, the AMS hasnât dealt with these cases for the last few years, Faught said.
âI wouldnât want to say 100 per cent that we never had a case where a weapon was somehow
involved,â 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. âAt the end of the day the NAD
system is delegated from University Senate, so we are dependent on that trust from the admin,â he said. âWhen we have opportunities like this to cooperate and formalize these kind of details, we jump at those chances.â
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.
âI just went my own way and I thought nothing of it, until I saw my words printed just this past July,â 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.
âIâm not going to fight over money [when], first of all, I did something for free and then I discover that, wait a second,
itâs worth something now,â he said.
Coburn added that heâs most incensed at the thought that someone mightâve profited off the growing âindustryâ surrounding Aboriginal issues and non-governmental organizations.
One recent book argues that âA lot of NGOs in Aboriginal issues are just in it for the money,â 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 didnât respond to an
interview request. His defence document alleges
that Coburn knew about the paper in question prior to 2012 and if this were true, Coburnâs case could be thrown out under the Statute of Limitations.
Barlowâs lawyers admit to Coburnâs claims in regards to small sections of the document.
They also claim, however, that the work Coburn completed while under contract at O.I. Native Leasing Services was the property of the organization and therefore Coburn couldnât claim copyright infringement.
The case is currently unresolved, but both parties have been in discussion since 2012.
ams
Amendment to change policy on weaponsChanges to the AMS Constitution confirms that the AMS will not be dealing with these types of cases
Students petitioned to remove tanning beds from the campus â such as the one at Signatures salon â for student health reasons.
Photo by Sam KoebRich
Nurs â13, another core member of the team.
The team is also concerned about Queenâs progress on cancer control compared to other Ontario universities.
âQueenâs is falling behind on removing the sale of tobacco.
âWeâre one of two last universities in Ontario that still sell tobacco on campus,â said Ellen McGarity-Shipley, PheKin â15.
The owners of Ye Olde Tuck
Shoppe declined to comment.The Queenâs team officially
launched their campaign on Feb. 4 â World Cancer Day â 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 â13, noted that Queenâs is currently the only university in Ontario that has a tanning bed on campus.
Management at Signatures Hair and Tanning Salon couldnât be reached for comment.
Right now, the Queenâs team is trying to generate support for their campaign and are looking into partnering with Queenâs School of Business to generate marketing ideas.
âWhat we want to do is create a policy framed as having healthy spaces on campus for students,â Lutchman said.
Continued from page 1
Tanning beds and tobacco both within the JDUC
Centre will allow students who have housing trouble to seek advice from students who have been through similar situations.
Lauren Cardinal, ArtSci â15, said she definitely wouldâve used the service had it existed this past year.
âItâs not until youâre into the lease and living in [the house] that you ⌠hear from other people about [having] the same problems,â she said.
The complaints brought to the Centre should be made available to all students to warn them about potentially difficult landlords, she said.
âI think that if people are looking into that landlord, they should be able to access that because my landlord seemed really great at first and then sheâs turned out not to be a very nice person.â
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Centre will be run by studentsContinued from page 1
Over 100 hours of unpaid work went into report, author alleges
The alleged plagiarist had approached Coburn about collaborating in 2005.
Photo by colin tomchicK
Continued from page 1
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Editorial Board
Editors in ChiefKATHERINE FERNANDEZ-BLANCE
LABIBA HAQUE Production Manager
TRISTAN DIFRANCESCONews Editor
HOLLY TOUSIGNANTAssistant News Editors
RACHEL HERSCOVICIVINCENT MATAK
JULIA VRIENDFeatures Editors
ROSIE HALESALISON SHOULDICE
Editorials EditorJOANNA PLUCINSKA
Editorial IllustratorOLIVIA MERSEREAU
Opinions EditorTERENCE WONG
Arts EditorSAVOULA STYLIANOU
Assistant Arts EditorALEX DOWNHAM
Sports EditorPETER MORROW
Assistant Sports EditorNICK FARIS
Postscript EditorJANINA ENRILE
Photo EditorALEX CHOI
Associate Photo EditorTIFFANY LAM
Multimedia EditorCOLIN TOMCHICK
Web and Graphics EditorALI ZAHID
Web Developer JEREMY MCDONALD
Blogs EditorTRILBY GOOUCH
Copy EditorsCHLOĂ GRANDE
CARLING SPINNEY
Contributing Staff Writers and Photographers
CHARLOTTE GAGNIERSHANNON HILL
ZOE KELSEYPETER LEE
PETER REIMERSEAN SUTHERLAND
STYNA TAOJERRY ZHENG
ContributorsSAM KARY
Business Staff
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Advertising ManagerADAM GANASSINI
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PANEL
The fate of the newspaperJournal Assistant Sports, Associate Photo and News Editors share their perspective on the future of newspaper media
â The idea of an advertorial contradicts what we see to be the value of journalism.â
ILLUSTRATION BY OLIVIA MERSEREAU
NICK FARIS
PrintThereâs still value to be
found in traditional, print-based journalism.
Perhaps Iâm clinging to the last vestige of a dying medium, but newspapers have the capacity to appeal to readers in ways that donât translate to the web.
In newsrooms renowned for their journalistic vigour and integrity, web updates and drive-by analysis arenât enough. There will always be demand for full news reports, carefully researched investigative pieces and meticulously crafted features.
The power of a front page, in print, canât be underestimated. Last
TIFFANY LAM
PhotoSometimes words just arenât
enough. No matter what state the newspaper industry is in, itâs 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 donât have a great attention span for long
HOLLY TOUSIGNANT
LongformCries of the death of print media
have long been at the forefront of many journalistsâ minds, and rightfully so.
As people increasingly consume media online, newspapers have (wisely) attempted to carve a place for themselves on the web, but theyâre failing to adapt in the way they should.
Most newspapers appear to have bought into the belief that adapting to an online platform means also adapting the quality and style of their coverage in favour of brevity and speed.
Iâve admittedly partaken in it myself: rushing to tweet or post
MEDIA
Departure of trust
TORONTO
Just reportingWhile their reporting on Rob
Fordâs misgivings is treading a fine line of responsible journalism, the Toronto Star is still providing a necessary public service.
In the past three weeks, the Toronto Mayor has allegedly groped an ex-mayoral candidate while drunk at a public event and has been asked to leave the Toronto Garrison Ball due to intoxication.
These recent accusations have raised concerns about Fordâs alcohol use within and outside of City Hall.
The splashy front pages denouncing Fordâs actions send a clear message â the Star is set on putting Ford in a negative light.
This stance is counterintuitive if the Star wants to be seen as an unbiased, objective news source.
In fact, it gives off the feel of a tabloid, with the dramatic language and direct focus on Fordâs personal flaws.
Though the Star has taken it too far in some senses, they have a duty to report the ongoings of Torontoâs mayor.
Fordâs behaviour is definitely a cause for concern. Whether or not he is an alcoholic is a private matter.
However, his actions as a public
figure at public events deserve to be scrutinized by Toronto citizens and media alike.
And yet, Ford is notorious for failing to adequately address any sort of criticism. While he blatantly denies accusations of moral misgivings, he has a reputation for repeatedly stonewalling the Toronto press.
This partially justifies the Starâs intense focus on Ford â he refuses to grant interviews, thus stopping the media from fulfilling their duty to Toronto citizens.
As a result of this embittered relationship, both the Star and Ford are putting themselves in a less than favourable light.
The onus is now on Ford to remedy this relationship. As one of the most well-read papers in Toronto, itâs the Starâs job to discuss Fordâs public actions.
Ford should be the one to reach out to the media and clear up or admit to the allegations once and for all.
â Journal Editorial Board
Itâs 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 â a story that IBM paid the Atlantic to publish.
Of course advertorials arenât 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.
Itâs sad to see these values being compromised for the sake of earning a quick buck.
Deceiving readers by publishing a covertly biased piece shouldnât be the way to go.
Itâs true that print circulation and subscriptions are diminishing across the board and publications are struggling to stay in the black, but journalistic quality shouldnât suffer because of this.
Hopefully, editorial content in well-respected, high-quality publications wonât 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, itâs a more honest and explicit option for increasing revenue.
Letâs hope this trend towards front-page advertorials doesnât continue. Compromising objective reporting shouldnât be the default â it should be a last resort.
â Journal Editorial Board
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THURSDAY, MARCH 28, 2013 QUEENSJOURNAL.CA ⢠5
DIALOGUE EDITORIALS â THE JOURNALâS PERSPECTIVE
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 wasnât 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 wouldnât have garnered nearly the same attention.
By tabbing it as the centrepiece of a national newspaper, the Globe spurred reaction, ignited controversy â and likely drew in more readers.
Newspapers should focus on the inherent advantages of physical copy â 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 theyâre legitimated by the history and reputation of an established paper.
Online journalism is an important medium in itself, but it has notable limitations. Thereâs value to posting breaking news updates and engaging readers through mediums like Twitter, but itâs 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.
Nick is the Assistant Sports Editor at the Journal.
stories and get lazy reading very textual content.
With the support of photos, the story immediately becomes more visually appealing and attention grabbing. Itâs 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 wouldnât ordinarily be able to.
In a world where technology is booming, multimedia integration in print journalism is becoming critical. While photos and multimedia themselves canât 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.
Tiffany is the Associate Photo Editor at the Journal.
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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 publicâs love of acquiring knowledge quickly and offered up Twitter-sized bites of information in response. Instead of showing us why theyâre better than the material weâre already getting for free, theyâve only stooped to show us why theyâre equally as good.
âPeople donât read in-depth pieces anymore,â journalists cry, as they watch their friends share Deadspinâs 4,000+ word piece on the Manti Teâo debacle.
Whether or not that story or other popular long-form blog pieces fit your definition of quality journalism, theyâre proof that people will look away from Twitter for long enough to read something longer and deeper.
I donât 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 theyâre 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, theyâre producing unique, thoughtful pieces and reminding me why, in a sea of media, I clicked on their publication.
Holly is the News Editor at the Journal.
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Sam Kary, artSci â15
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.
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 wasnât done for one single motion they objected to â 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 âgrave insultâ 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. Itâs 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,
The ability for Assembly torun in a way that respectsthe integrity of the speaker,the members of Assemblyand the students who electedthem has been compromised.
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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 âunsafe spaceâ.
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.
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Research and timere: âLeniency for LimitSâ
Dear Editors, First and most importantly, the
policy does not impose a hard limit on time-to-completion at two years for a Masterâs 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 â as an administrative unit, we couldnât 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. Queenâs 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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By Cody dauphineeArtSci â14
The bus jerked to a stop and I woke with a numb face. Somehow Iâd 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 wasnât 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 couldnât understand.
Someone had scribbled âVive la Revellutionâ in huge letters across the bathroom door. I didnât 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 couldnât make out. He locked eyes with me, but his gaze seemed to pass right
through. I stepped aside to let him by but our sleeves brushed against each other.
âFuck you!â 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.
âYouâre on the wrong bus,â he told me without looking over.
I didnât know what to say so I waited.
âLook, the route you want doesnât run after nine. The best thing to do is to get off here and call a cab.â
âOkay. Where is here, exactly?â âChinatown.â 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 hadnât 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 didnât care.
I knocked again. Still nothing; it was like I
didnât exist. I thought about it for a minute, and the wind picked up again.
âFuck it.â 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 hadnât taught me that word. I wanted to
say something, but thought better of it, it wasnât worth the argument. Plus, I needed the cab.
â3458 Rue Stanley, please,â I said, loudly.
âDebit no work, you pay cash? Show me the cash,â 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 didnât care as long as we were moving.
The cab rolled to a stop on an empty street corner.
âHere,â 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 couldnât 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.
âHello! Danny? Where are you?â I could barely hear her through the din of the party.
âI donât know. Iâm on some street corner. My cabbie just took off. I have no idea!â
A man in a grey peacoat was walking toward me. I put the phone down and stopped him.
âIs this Rue Stanley?â âYep,â he pointed at the street
sign. I felt like such a tourist. âOkay.â I picked up the
phone again. âApparently Iâm on Rue Stanley.â
âGreat! Just head up the street and follow the noise!â
âSee you soon,â I yelled, and hung up the phone.
I started walking and in no time I was at the foot of a ânoisyâ 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 Smithâs The Wealth of Nations on top of a coffee table before them with white powder â cocaine? Adderall? â 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 didnât contribute to the overall chaos of the place was the three posters of Biggie, Fight Club and a âJesus is my Homeboyâ arranged to form a pyramid on the wall. Somebodyâs sad attempt at frat house aesthetics.
Standing in the entranceway, I was amazed I hadnât 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 âProm King 2012â stumbled his way toward me.
I tipped an imaginary hat. âYour majesty.â
âHere,â 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 â Iâd 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.
âAngie, I donât 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!â
Walking toward the park I caught a glimpse of my reflection in
a storefront window. There wasnât 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 couldnât precisely understand. Something about love â I just couldnât quite put it together.
âAnd one day sheâll love you!â 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 â 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 â I thought about it every morning â 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.
Thursday, March 28, 2013 queensjournal.ca ⢠9In Focus
By Sean ngoArtSci â13
If you lived in a city indifferent to your existence, failure wasnât 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 â 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.
â Youâre being unreasonable, Elaine.
â Youâre a terrible mother, Susan.
Over time these words were a constant reoccurrence in Elaineâs 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.
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.
â Iâm going to a concert tonight. Iâll be home by three.
â Elaine, you promised to stay in and watch Whose Line is it Anyway? with me.
â I donât remember making that promise and even if I did, I donât owe you anything Susan.
â Try to get home earlier then.â I donât 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 didnât 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.
â I need to go home.â I thought you were staying
over tonight?â Thereâs 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 motherâs 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 motherâs 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 âHey football head!â or âThis womps!â 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 youâre all gone, got your make-up on / And youâre 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, âwhat was faith if it didnât endure when we are tested the most?â Elaine could hear Drew Carey speaking now, an angel inside her head, âWelcome to Whose Line is it Anyway? where everythingâs made up and the points donât matter.â
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 âselfâ 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 audienceâs laugh track wouldnât be far behind.
Sometimes, Elaine thought, you have to pick the places you donât walk away from.
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Short fiction conteSt: third place winner
âHush Little BabyâBy aJ iveSConEd â14
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 donât 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 arenât 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 arenât strong enough. If they did, their lungs would explode.
Instead the small room overflows with the tears of parents â parents forced to watch the child theyâve 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 âBaby Xâ or âSmith Baby.â They canât 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 fingersâ shadow. It has been there for weeks.
The cleaning staff doesnât even bother to wash it away anymore. Or maybe they leave it there for me. I canât 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, Iâm standing outside the Natal Intensive Care Unit. Instead of mini skirts, Iâm wearing scrubs. Instead of being surrounded by teenagers battling insecurity, Iâm 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 theyâll hear when they finally come home.
âHush, little baby, donât say a word, Mamaâs gonna buy you a mockingbird âŚâ
They tell me, âit isnât your fault, you canât blame yourself,â because there is nothing else to say.
The truth is, I am too young. I am a child having a child. I canât walk into a bar for a drink, I canât sign legal documents without my parents, I canât even vote, and yet here I am, responsible for other human beings.
I wasnât ready for the stick to turn blue. I didnât know I was pregnant until after I had exposed the fetuses to alcohol, drugs, caffeine. I didnât 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.âHush, little baby, donât say
a word, Mamaâs gonna buy you a mockingbird âŚâ
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 didnât 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.
âHush, little baby, donât say a word, Mamaâs gonna buy you a mockingbird.â
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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art review
Mundane and magicalBFA student Emma Fowler explores the ins and outs of daily life in her new exhibit RitualsBy Zoe KelseyStaff Writer
Fight the routine.Itâs a battle of boredom weâre all
familiar with.The struggle between the
mundane and the magical of everyday life collide in Emma Fowlerâs 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.
Fowlerâs 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 âVacation.â
Itâs those same wistful memories that I could relate to in Fowlerâs piece entitled âHome,â 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 houseâs 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 Fowlerâs pieces all feel very personal, the ultimate result is a sense of universality â that weâre 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 artistâs statment, Fowlerâs abstractions present the âbeauty of chaosâ and âthe comfort of structureâ 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 â and therein lies the inspiring hopefulness and positivity inherent in Fowlerâs work.
Leaving the exhibit, I felt like
Iâd ridden in the back seat of my familyâs van and laid giggling on our cottageâs shag carpet.
But this time I experienced them with a real sense of appreciation for their beauty.
And while everyone seems to say âone day youâll wake up and be old!,â it really doesnât 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 Fowlerâs Rituals is on exhibit in the Project Room of Union Gallery.
ArtsBy creating a collage with vintage photos, Fowler provides a unique perspective towards Western culture.
photos by tiffany lam
interview
âI donât want work in my pocketâMusician Gianna Lauren says she likes to connect with her fans in person, rather than on Facebook or TwitterBy Alex DownhAmAssistant Arts Editor
For Gianna Lauren, the unsettling experiences are the most grounding.
After giving the folk musician a call this week, I learned sheâs 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, sheâs collaborating with bandmates J.J. Ipsen, Justin Nace and drummer Marshall Bureau.
âIt was like tapping into a brotherhood because we worked so seamlessly together,â Lauren said.
While recording the new EP, Lauren and the band were devoted to constantly writing and rehearsing.
âWe slept together on the floor in a row, ate together and we never left the studio,â Lauren said. âIt was wonderful to see how other people hear my music.â
However, other than studio rehearsals, the band have never
played the songs live, Lauren said.âItâll be a big debut on the road,â
she said. âUpcoming shows will be a lot more energetic so I hope people will come to experience these new songs live.â
Sheâs 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.
âItâs driving my publicist and label insane, but I donât want work in my pocket,â Lauren said. âI want to be talking with others rather than looking for WiFi at a cafe.â
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.
âThey were telling me to play harder, stronger, and faster,â Lauren said. âIt tore me down a little, but I enjoy tapping into other peopleâs lives.â
Lauren said itâs experiences like these that she thinks about when sheâs writing her music
back home in Halifax. Instead of writing about love or heartbreak â the typical topics for a female songwriter â Lauren said she likes to stray from the path.
âThose are very good methods to dig into somebodyâs heart but Iâm a bit older now and those topics donât really come across my plate anymore, so I need to look for broader themes,â Lauren said.
With a cup of tea in hand, Lauren does her writing at home, looking for inspiration in more exhilarating experiences.
When writing âPower Failure,â Lauren was inspired by a chaotic night at the fair. After sneaking onto a roller coaster, the rideâs generator blew, leaving Lauren and a friend hanging upside down.
âPeople went insane because kids were on rides and mothers were comforting them while they were screaming bloody murder,â Lauren said. âI thought, âWow, thatâs what itâs like to experience utter chaos.ââ
Gianna Lauren plays the Artel next Saturday at 9 p.m.
Gianna Lauren says she takes her unexpected experiences and uses them as inspiration. supplied
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Creating musical connectionsStudent-run @QUSongs Twitter account shares new music for Queenâs to check out during the daily grindBy Alex DownhAmAssistant Arts Editor
The language of music is one we all speak.
And in todayâs modern world of technology, most students on campus have two things â an iPod and a Twitter account.
Student Elysia Maludzinski has brought together her peersâ 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 nâ Roses tracks on a Monday to Irish-themed tunes on St. Patrickâs Day.
Starting the project less than a month ago, Maludzinski, ArtSci â13, said she got the idea by taking a look at what most students have with them at all times.
âI noticed that a lot of people walk around on campus with their headphones in at all times versus actually talking to each other,â she said. âMusic seems to be this individual thing where you block everything out.â
Maludzinski said she understood why so many people have their headphones in for a lot of the
day â music is one thing that almost everyone has in common.
âMusic, for me, is so powerful â it changes your mood so easily,â 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 theyâre listening to right now.
âI thought it would be cool to promote things like a radio station does where people could suggest
things rather than isolate everyone,â 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.
âMost of my friends listen to mainstream stuff on the radio, so it can be hard to relate,â she
said. âI would post songs on my Facebook and Twitter, but I knew nobody was going to respond.â
Maludzinski said sheâs excited by the feedback sheâs getting so far.
âIâve gotten tweets from a lot of people and itâs mostly students who donât have a voice and donât have instantly recognizable names,â she said.
Now, Maludzinski said her project has the ability to really help students in their daily grinds.
Maludzinski said music is
Student Elysia Maludzinski says she started @QUSongs because she wanted to create a way for Queenâs students to connect and bond over shared music tastes.
photo by sam KoebRiCh
â I noticed that a lot of people walk around on campus with their headphones in at all times versus actually talking to each other.
ââ Elysia Maludzinski,creator of @QUSongs
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A song for every occasion
something all students can identify with when they feel stressed.
With final exams coming up, a few good tunes can be the thing that keeps everyone from getting
too freaked out.
âI thought it would be great to
give the students something that can really support them,â Maludzinski said. âIf people are having a down day, they need something uplifting.â
In the future, Maludzinski said she hopes her project can become
In the future, Maludzinski said
she hopes QUSongs becomes a way
for all Queenâs students to connect over shared music tastes.
âIt has the potential to become this huge music sharing community.â
Continued from page 11
Queenâs U Daily SongsElysia chooses her top five favourite songs that sheâs tweeted from @QUSongs
1) âYou Know Meâ by Air Traffic Controller
2) âThe Beekeeperâ by Dessa
3) âBright Whitesâ by Kishi Bashi
4) âJoy To You Babyâ by Josh Ritter
5) âWe Will All Be Changedâ by Seryn
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By Peter reimerStaff Writer
The womenâs soccer team cleaned up again, collecting two of the six major prizes awarded at the 77th annual Colour Awards on
Wednesday night.Choosing from the 13 varsity
teams, Queenâs 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:
womenâs soccer
The womenâs soccer team took home their third straight title,which came as a surprise to their head coach, Dave McDowell.
âThere were so many other good group performances from the rugby teams and the womenâs hockey team â there are lots of terrific teams out there,â McDowell said. âI 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 doesnât seem the same â maybe [we]âre caught up in the weight of expectations a little bit.â
A third-place finish in the OUA gave the Gaels an opportunity to fight for a third-straight national title in Victoria, B.C.
âWe had trouble clicking in the first few weeks of the season,â co-captain Riley Filion said, âbut 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.â
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, menâs
rugby and Morgan McHaffie, womenâs hockey
With a surplus of excellence exhibited by Gaelsâ 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 menâs 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
By Sean SutherlandStaff Writer
There was a time that the janitorâs 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.
âWhen I was playing with the boys I was never able to change in their dressing rooms,â Griffin said. âI either had to change in the janitorâs closet or a spare dressing room â if they had it â or a washroom.â
For her, the transition to womenâs bantam-level hockey only happened at age 14.
âThere were more perks that came with actually playing with females â they were a lot more fun,â she said.
This transition represents the recent boost in female hockey players â 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 Womenâs World Hockey Championships are returning to Ottawa for the first time since the inaugural tournament in 1990.
Griffin said the non-contact style in womenâs hockey can offer more excitement at the highest levels.
âTheyâre 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 âthatâs
the way I can actually play.ââBeyond international play,
thereâs the Canadian Womenâs Hockey League (CWHL). Griffin feels that the pro league offers up Canadaâs best and most competitive games, outside of Canada vs. the US.
âNot enough people know about it,â Griffin said. âAnd I think once [broadcasts] start getting going, more people will go out to see those [games] and more people will be engaged in womenâs hockey.â
Graduating Gaels captain Kristin Smith shares the same backstory of playing boys hockey, years ago when the womenâs sport wasnât as developed.
âGirlsâ hockey wasnât as big in Toronto,â Smith said. âWomenâs
hockey got bigger and bigger in Toronto, so thatâs when I switched over because it was a lot more developed.â
Smith notes that while things are improving for girls in hockey, there are still gender obstacles.
âMaybe [thereâs] a bit of that stigma âonly boys play hockey,â but it is getting better,â she said.
Second-year centre Chelsey Verbeek agrees that there are still stigmas attached to the game, due to its perceived âroughness.â
âA big part of it is that it is still seen as a boysâ sport,â she said. âA lot of people find it too rough.â
Growing up, Verbeek was personally inspired by her own coach, Dawn McGuire.
The former Team Canada defenceman was MVP of the first
Athletics
Soccer triple crowned Six athletes credited for contributions at team Colour Awards
Menâs rugby, womenâs hockey and womenâs rowing all claimed OUA titles, but the womenâs soccer teamâs CIS silver medal earned them a third straight Team of the Year award at the Colour Awards last night.
Supplied by ian Macalpine
Womenâs hockey
Canadaâs game changedMore female hockey players, visible leagues since 1990
In Canada, the amount of female hockey players has grown from 11,000 in 1990 to 85,000 today.
photo by colin toMchick
See Athletic on page 18
SPOrTS
InsIde
Lacrosse Gaels players spearhead Headstrong initiative in charity game against Toronto.
athLeticsMenâs fencing clinches third straight team title at Club Awards.
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womenâs world championships in 1990.
âShe always made it that you played for the love of the game,â Verbeek said. âShe really encouraged that. So Iâve looked up to her ever since.â
Locally, the interest exists in the Greater Kingston Girlsâ Hockey Association. President Marianne McGuire said that the organization expects an increase in registration after international tournaments.
âI would say there is maybe a five per cent increase in the younger divisions for sign-up after these events,â she said.
âIt seems like the girls and the parents are really keen for the girls to play after seeing the Olympics.â
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By Jerry ZhengStaff Writer
Menâs fencing topped all Gaels club teams once again.
For the third straight year, the team was named club of the year at Queenâs 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 teamâs psychologist, was announced to be retiring after 33 years with the team.
Award of Merit for top team: Menâs fencing
Menâs 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 Torontoâs 160 points.
François Beaucage-Gauvreau believes the club will have a difficult time next year since a number of their members will be departing.
âItâs really great for our club to win a banner so many times in a row,â he said. âThereâs a bunch
of people leaving this year, so next year might be harder.â
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.
Sheâs a two-time All-Canadian and has been the captain of Queenâs synchro team for the past three years. Sheâs placed third, fourth and fifth on the national stage.
âGiven the calibre of Queenâs Athletics in general, Iâm sure there were other people deserving of this award too,â Cross said. âTo be recognized among all the varsity clubs as an outstanding athlete is exciting.â
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
Fourth-year Beaucage-Gauvreau claimed the Jack Jarvis Trophy after winning five OUA gold medals and an OUA silver medal in the sabre division. Heâs a three-time OUA Champion with the Gaels, doubling as an assistant coach for the menâs and womenâs teams.
âIt was a goal from my
By Peter morrowSports Editor
Onlookers couldnât possibly ignore the lime green lacrosse game.
The Gaels and Toronto Varsity Blues menâs lacrosse teams sported the vibrant colour in a fundraising exhibition match at Tindall Field. Itâs the trademark of the Headstrong Foundation, an organization which raises awareness for non-Hodgkinâs lymphoma.
Headstrong was created in memory of Nicholas Colleluori, a former Hofstra University lacrosse player, who passed away from the blood disease in 2006.
Saturdayâs game was part of the Headstrong tradition born in 2009, kick-started in Pennsylvania, which boomed throughout the lacrosse community.
âThrough the chemotherapy [Colleluori] lost his hair, so Headstrong was born,â said Saturdayâs organizer and fourth-year Queenâs player Ryan
Zoehner. âWeâre just trying to bring it up to Canada and raise some money.â
Zoehner said Saturdayâs matchup was the first ever Headstrong game played north of the border. He said the total amount raised was $2,644.
âTalking to the [Headstrong] officials, they were very excited about it,â he said. âIt was the first of its kind in Canada.â
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 â having
fun before developing skills.âPlayers use a plastic stick and
plastic ball and donât have to wear protective equipment,â Zoehner said. âBasically weâre just giving them a chance to try out the sport.â
The program especially targets the abundance of local hockey and soccer players in Kingston. Zoehner said those athletes take to lacrosse easier than others.
âI stayed in Kingston last summer and noticed surprisingly not many kids were interested,â he said.
FUN lacrosse is in its third season of operation and Zoehner expects it to continue.
âWe have very passionate players here at Queenâs,â Zoehner said. âWe just want to drive and instill that same passion in them.â
Left to right: Alex Cross, Francois Beaucage-Gauvreau, Julie-Anne Staehli and Mo Hamour were honoured at the Club Awards.
Athletics
Fencing reigns again at varsity club showcaseCross, Beaucage-Gauvreau claim top individual honours
Supplied by ian Macalpine
The first-ever Headstrong fundraising event in Canada generated a total of $2,644 for research of non-Hodgkinâs lymphoma.
photo by peter lee
Both the Queenâs Gaels and Toronto Varsity Blues wore lime green apparel â the trademark colour for the Headstrong Foundation.
photo by peter lee
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lAcrosse
All eyes on HeadstrongMenâs lacrosse fundraising event first of its kind in Canada
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the Gaelsâ 29-18 win over the Western Mustangs.
âIt was nice to get it done this year,â Underwood said. âAside 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.â
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 âAâ squad at the Americas Rugby Championship.
âI grew up playing rugby since I was nine years old, so thatâs always been the goal â to play for team Canada,â Underwood said.
Third in OUA scoring, and tied for first in the playoffs, McHaffie led the womenâs 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.
âThat was one of the biggest things for us, and another goal all year was to make it to nationals,â McHaffie said. âPursuing that goal and doing it â winning six straight playoff games and winning the [OUA] championship â felt pretty amazing.â
Alfie Pierce Trophy for top male rookie: Sukhpreet Singh,
menâs basketball
As the OUA East Rookie of the Year, Sukhpreet Singh played an instrumental role in the menâs basketball teamâs rebirth in 2012-13.
â[The award]âs just a by-product of our teamâs success this year â all credit to my teammates and the coaching staff,â Singh said. âIâm not satisfied with a 10-10 record, and Iâm sure the rest of the guys arenât either, so Iâm just looking forward to the offseason â to getting better.â
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 leagueâs top athletes.
âIt was good to get adjusted to the game so quick â to play so much,â Singh said. âI came with a lot of guys from Toronto that I already knew, so getting on the court with them made it an easier transition.â
Alfie Pierce Trophy for top female rookie: Nadia Popov,
womenâs rugby
In her first year with the Gaels, Nadia Popov earned OUA Womenâs 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. Sheâll compete at the Nations Cup in South Africa this summer after being named to the Canada U20 long list.
âWhenever you play with people who are at such a high level, youâre always going to learn a lot from everyone you play with, and the coaches,â Popov said. âIâm really looking forward to getting that experience and translating that into our season next year.â
This article has been condensed for print. For a full version, go to queensjournal.ca/sports.
undergrad to get this [award],â Beaucage-Gauvreau said. âI was aiming for the gold medal every year.â
Alfie Pierce Trophy for top female rookie: Julie-Anne Staehli,
track and field
Staehli was her teamâs 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 â the best in Gaels history by a rookie. She also participated in the 4x800m, placing seventh at nationals.
âItâs definitely a huge honour to be rookie of the year,â she said.
Alfie Pierce Trophy for top male rookie:
Mo Hamour, squash
Hamourâs 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.
âI didnât expect it,â he said. âI thought there were too many nominees and, out of all the rookies, I didnât think I was the best.â
Athletic accolades
Continued from page 17
Rookies revered
Track runner Julie-Anne Staehli was named top female rookie at the Club Awards.
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Nadia Popov and Sukhpreet Singh were named Queenâs Team rookies of the year.
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Thursday, March 28, 2013 queensjournal.ca ⢠19SportS
People can book sightseeing trips with Kingston Flying Club members, helping pilots like Christopher Drax, MBA â13, with the costs of taking planes up. Flights pass above the Queenâs campus.photo by sam koebrich
AviAtion
A view from the topStudents with a taste for the sky take flight in one of the most extreme and expensive hobbies in Kingston By Holly TousignanTNews Editor
From high above, Kingston and surrounding area appear surprisingly quaint and pastoral.
Iâd 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 â dominated by trees, waterways and fields â 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, itâs a sight that Christopher Drax, MBA â13, 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 Queenâs 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
â a Journal photographer and videographer â 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. Weâre temporarily forced to acknowledge that weâre 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 Draxâs 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.
âI always wanted to fly. I always had that dream, [so] thatâs why I started it and it was ideal conditions because there was an airfield just close to the University,â 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.
âIt was not planned before. [My instructor] just stepped out and said âOkay, now youâre good to go and you will never forget this,ââ Drax said. âThis is a very strange feeling, when you actually take off and then you realize ⌠thereâs no one who can help you or whatever now; youâve got to do it on your own.â
Southeastern Ont. may not compete with Europe for breath-taking views, but Drax still enjoys taking out sightseeing groups like ours.
âI always bring people because per hour itâs $160 and ⌠when you go on your own itâs not affordable, so I think itâs a win-win when you take people,â he said. âI like to show people around. I like to show people the passion I have for flying.â
Itâs a passion that he shares with roughly 125 members of the Kingston Flying Club, an organization chartered in 1929 thatâs 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 â a four-seat,
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 Kingstonâs Ontario Fun Flyers, training for a recreational permit â which allows flying within Canada with one passenger â 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.
âHe [said], âwell, youâve been doing pretty well in school, so you can go for it,ââ he said.
Belage was 18 when he obtained his licence. He knows of three other licenced pilots at Queenâs 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 friendâs 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 Edmontonâs international airport â 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 Belageâs part couldâve resulted in his plane flipping over.
He was able to recall instruction from his ground training, and landed the plane safely.
The incident didnât 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 â quite literally â from them.
âWhen youâre up there, youâre thinking things that youâd 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 âYeah, that put things in perspective.ââ
Itâs 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 Iâve frequented.
The plane lands smoothly despite the heavy winds. I know where I am again, but the sense of perspective remains, and I canât help but see the trees and buildings and fields a little bit differently.
Started in 1929, the Kingston Flying Club currently has roughly 125 members that regularly take flight.
EARNING YOUR WINGSCheck out our flight video at queensjournal.ca/video
photo by colin tomchick
photo by sam koebrich
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