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It's simply not feasible -
The annual Hot Docs documentary film
festival opens in Toronto this week. It's
celebrating its 25th anniversary. It
shouldn't be. They have the paper to prove it.
I loved the story told by Paul Jay, the
festival's founding board chair in a history of
the festival published in this past Saturday's
Globe and Mail. The idea for the festival came
after a group of documentary filmmakers had
come together to form the Canadian
Independent Film Caucus to support each
other's work.
The group had little money so Jay proposed
holding a documentary film festival to raise
money. Everybody else thought it was a lousy
idea — the vote was 11-1 against it. So Jay
figured he'd do it himself with the help of one
employee — who was put in charge of raising
the money necessary to pay her own salary.
They got a $10,000 grant from Kodak to
fund a feasibility study. Jay paid $2,000 to an
"expert" to conduct the study, and used the
other $8,000 to fund the initial festival.
"At the first gala dinner," Jay told the
Globe, "I said, `Tonight, I'm going to reveal
the results of the feasibility study'. I opened
the report's last page which said: 'Not
feasible'."
I can't help wondering how many things we
enjoy today would never have happened if
feasibility studies had been necessary
before they began. I certainly know many of
projects I've been involved in starting would
never have happened if some rational third
party had cast a deciding vote through a
feasibility study.
Back in the summer of 1972 the foundation
for the Blyth Festival was laid when Helen
Gowing, president of the old Blyth Board of
Trade, decided Blyth Memorial Hall should be
spruced up so the first Queen of the Fair
Writing that
My editor Shawn and I bounce a lot of
ideas off of each other when it
comes to what fmally makes it in
each edition of The Citizen (and other
publications we have a hand in producing).
I count myself fortunate because I know a
lot of other people who work under their
bosses. When it comes to Shawn, however, I
feel like we are a team and the product we put
out truly reflects the good relationship
between us.
Take these spaces for example. On the
"Other Views" page, each column of The
Citizen for the past several years has either
been tied to, or influenced by, conversations
we have throughout the weeks before they
appear.
Some weeks, we can pretty much end up
writing a column together, talking about
things we both encounter, and one of us
decides to write it down.
This week, as a prime example, I recognized
a conversation Shawn and I had on Monday
when talking about councillors who aren't
seeking re-election when I proofread his
column (obviously before I had even penned
mine).
Unfortunately, I recognized something else
when I was reading Shawn's column and that
was the "boy who cried wolf' parable.
If you haven't read his column yet, you
probably should. What follows will make
more sense with that lens in place.
I try, when I write, to maintain this balance
of not being too negative for too long when it
comes to my column because, as Shawn points
out in his column, having a default setting of
always being outraged results in people not
taking that outrage seriously.
So, to address the big, angry elephant in the
room, I want to say that I can be described as
dour a lot of the time, but don't judge my
overall mood by the columns I write here.
Keith
Roulston
From the
cluttered desk
competition for the Blyth Fall Fair could be
held there. She simply put out a call for
volunteers who showed up to clean and paint.
That summer, another guy notorious for
rushing ahead without a plan brought a group
of Toronto actors to Huron County to talk to
farmers in Goderich Twp. and create The Farm
Show. I accidentally bumped into Paul
Thompson in Clinton and wrangled an
invitation to the first performance in a barn at
Holmesville. I also told Paul about what people
in Blyth were doing to clean up the theatre and
tried to sell him on a plan to make Blyth the
summer home for his Theatre Passe Muraille
company.
That never happened because cleaning up
Memorial Hall wasn't enough. It needed a fire
escape and a new roof structure and it took
until the spring of 1975 to be useable. By that
time Theatre Passe Muraille had a summer
base in Petrolia.
But in March, James Roy, a young Blyth -
area native who had studied theatre and
worked with Paul over the winter, contacted
me about starting a summer theatre in
Memorial Hall. Young and foolish, we had the
Blyth Festival launched in a single weekend,
recruiting willing board members and setting
the ball in motion for a first production in July.
I'm not sure we'd even heard of feasibility
studies in 1975. Good thing. No expert would
ever have found the concept feasible — let alone
really holds
Denny
Scott
Denny's Den
For example, over the past several months,
I've had some definite finger -wagging to get
out of my system, especially when it came to
local councils and councillors (and snow
removal).
If your only interaction with me is reading
my columns, you might get the feeling that
I'm a pretty negative guy with sudden bursts
of self- humour.
I don't know that I can argue against that, to
be honest, but I don't think it's the full picture.
See, when I decide to put something in this
space, it isn't driven by my average emotions,
it's driven by what I've experienced in the past
week that led to what I'd describe as an
emotional spike.
When North Huron Council, for example,
shot down Councillor Brock Vodden's request
to research increased snow removal in Blyth,
after tripping over snow banks for several
months, I definitely had a sudden and intense
emotional reaction.
As a reporter, however, I can't let that be a
part of the story I write. I have to bury that
emotion until I find an appropriate outlet for it.
That outlet usually ends up being something
constructive (like writing a column about it) or
destructive (like ripping apart cardboard boxes
for the recycling into much smaller portions
than is generally necessary).
Similarly, when good things happen, I can't
write somewhat objectively about them,
although allowing myself to just be generally
happier when I get good news probably
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except.
the idea of putting it together in four months.
Feasibility studies, like business plans,
make sense. They force you to look at the
situation from all sides before diving in. But I
wonder how many projects deemed feasible
have still failed because they didn't have that
driven, mad genius that often makes something
successful against the odds.
The Blyth Festival would not have been
successful not only without the hard work of
James Roy and Anne Chislett and numerous
dedicated volunteers, but even moreso if Roy
hadn't decided to adapt the stories of Harry J.
Boyle for the Festival's first production of
Mostly in Clover (and assembled a creative
team to make it a play that excited the public).
For years Paul Thompson made
administrators at Theatre Passe Muraille yank
their hair out in frustration at his by -the -seat -
of -his pants leadership style, but he not only
created iconic plays like The Farm Show and
1837: The Farmers' Revolt, but he raised
enough money to buy a Toronto building that is
still that theatre's home 40 years later.
One of the world's most powerful
corporations began in a fit of pique in a
Harvard dorm room when Mark Zuckerberg
created Facebook to get back at a girl who
rejected him. It took years before Zuckerberg's
team figured out how to use the social media
platform to make money — and now it's a
financial juggernaut.
I hate to knock feasibility studies. They're
rational and make perfect sense. I'd have been
saved a lot of money over the years if some of
my projects had been given a stiffer test of their
feasibility. Still, I also know that creative
genius and dedicated, talented people can
make crazy ideas work, even if they're not
feasible. Just ask the folks at the Hot Docs
festival.
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up a mirror
wouldn't kill me. Probably.
What that means, however, is that I carry
around some anger, pretty often honestly, and
the longer I carry it, the more likely it's going
to be the target of this space.
However, I get the feeling, after a couple
recent conversations, that people think this
column is a self-portrait; a cultivated image
meant to show my true self, and that true self
is an angry one.
That's not really the whole story, or the
whole portrait, as it were. Really, what it is is
more of a snapshot of how I'm feeling about a
particular issue at a particular time and,
unfortunately, my emotional spikes tend to
revolve around negative experiences. Like I
said, it wouldn't be wrong to call me dour.
If people begin to think that I've got a short
fuse and walk around ready to explode, those
explosions are going to be paid less and less
attention, like the boy who cried wolf. And, if
I'm honest, I can't fault anyone for jumping to
that conclusion with the amount of negativity
that can enter this personal writing.
I'm not the sum of my editorials here in The
Citizen — that I promise you. I smile, quite a
bit. I joke a lot, even if most people don't
appreciate a pun as much as I do. I am, by
my estimations, a guy who spends as much
time as I can indulging happier times to stop
myself from becoming a grumpy,
curmudgeonly old man (although I will
happily admit to wanting people in golf carts
to stay off my lawn).
Why am I tackling this? Well I'd like to
think that most of the serious, local issues I
tackle herein are important, but I've come to
the realization that I may be giving off a very
negative image of myself.
That's not the case, usually. You can
approach me. I can be a pretty open guy. Don't
hesitate to get in touch and don't worry, I
promise, odds are, I won't bite.
Shawn
Loughlin
Shawn's Sense
Simple, but significant
Huron East Councillor Kevin Wilbee
announced last week that he would not
seek re-election due to an increased
workload and longer travel times from his new
London location. I, for one, can say he will be
missed around the council table.
Wilbee's fellow councillors appreciated him
for his expertise (he's a lawyer by trade) and
his youthful perspective on all matters
municipal. I appreciated him not only for his
willingness to listen but also for his lack of
whatever gene that lives in many politicians
(starting locally and working all the way up)
that causes them to weigh in on every topic —
no matter the circumstances or their level of
expertise (or lack thereof) on the issue at hand.
As a young councillor with no political
experience, Wilbee listened more than he
spoke. As someone who has watched various
councils work (and not work) for a dozen
years, I have always found that the key to
success as a new councillor is to listen. It's not
unlike starting a new job; you don't walk into
your new workplace on the first day and start
telling veteran employees what they've been
doing wrong. If you do, don't expect your
suggestions to be met with enthusiasm.
Furthermore, only speaking when you have
something of value to say eliminates the "boy
who cried wolf' factor from your statements.
If you're outraged all the time, that becomes
your norm. A lack of outrage then becomes the
exception that causes others to take note.
Similarly, if a councillor purports to be an
expert in most fields or lends his "educated"
opinion to every topic that crosses his desk,
that opinion becomes less and less important.
Those who watched the television series
Mad Men — often regarded as one of the best of
all time — will know the mantra of advertising
design genius Donald Draper, who encouraged
those around him to make things "simple, but
significant" when it came to design or a
message.
Funny enough, Draper only speaks this line
once over the show's seven seasons and it's not
even in reference to his work. His firm has
landed a large account and a co-worker asks
what he'd like to drink. Draper, who favoured
Canadian Club neat (no ice, no water, no
soda — no nothing), asked that his drink be
simple, but significant. He did, however, live
his professional life according to that principle
and we could learn a thing or two from him.
There's a journalistic maxim that isn't far off
from Draper's. "Keep it simple, stupid", or the
KISS principle, is a cornerstone of journalism,
but has been adopted throughout many other
industries in an effort to keep things clear.
But, back to Wilbee. Like Draper, we could
learn a thing or two from him. He spent his
four years on council listening to and learning
from those who had been there longer than he
had. Then, when he felt he had a handle on a
subject or had a point he felt capable of
making, he would speak up. And, when he
spoke up — because he hadn't spent the
previous three hours bloviating just to hear the
sound of his own voice and see his name in the
newspaper — people would think he had
something to say and they would listen.
This isn't so much a love letter to Kevin as it
is a reverence for the way he conducted his
business over the past four years.
With an election in a few months, I'm sure
many of us are hoping for some new blood
around our respective council tables. The best
we can hope for is in a new councillor is a
willingness to listen, an eagerness to learn and
the ability to discern a positive statement from
noise pollution.