The Citizen, 2007-07-19, Page 5THE CITIZEN, THURSDAY, JULY 19, 2007. PAGE 5.
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Journalists who cover the Ontario
legislature should feel overjoyed one of
their own has been named to the
province’s top job of lieutenant governor, but
the harsher reality is they are becoming a
vanishing breed.
David Onley, a TV reporter and
commentator admired by many, including his
peers, for his skills in his work and the way he
carried it on, despite being afflicted by polio,
is the first journalist named to such high office.
As the Queen’s representative, he becomes
the first citizen in the official order of
precedence. Prime Minister Stephen Harper
has never gone out of his way to help
journalists and presumably chose him mainly
because he is a prime example of someone
who has overcome a disability and can be a
role model for others.
Fellow-journalists will take some pleasure
in seeing Onley honoured because of their
respect for him and because he is one of their
number. The highest rank their profession had
achieved in recent decades was cabinet
minister.
Frank Drea, who wrote an Action Line
column, was a minister under Progressive
Conservative premier William Davis and
stereotypical heavy drinking newspaperman.
After one liquid lunch, he addressed condo
owners in the belief they were wine growers
and wished them good luck with their current
vintage, but had real strengths that kept him
on.
Evelyn Gigantes, a former TV public affairs
commentator, twice lost roles in New
Democrat premier Bob Rae’s cabinet through
ignoring rules, which journalists by training
have little respect for.
But Onley’s appointment also comes at a
time when the press gallery of journalists who
cover the legislature fulltime has been
shrinking. A decade ago it had 52 members,
but it is now down to 33.
Part of the reason is most newspapers now
are owned by chains. When the papers were
independently owned, half-a-dozen in bigger
cities across Ontario used to send their own
reporters to cover Queen’s Park. But when
they join a chain, one of its reporters at the
legislature normally covers for the whole
organization.
This is a loss first because reporters sent by
these newspapers were among their most
skilled and brought experience and insight that
added to the combined gallery intelligence,
particularly in the grilling of politicians that is
a daily routine.
They also brought and were fed knowledge
of issues in their own circulation areas, so if a
reporter from Windsor, for example, had
information on a government failing in that
area, it quickly became a story for the whole
gallery and province.
A Queen’s Park-based reporter for a chain
usually has to cover many geographical areas
and lacks time to watch for them all
adequately. Some, but not all, chains also have
cut staffs to help pay the costs of their
acquisitions.
The chains are growing and soon the vast
majority of newspapers in Ontario will be
owned by one of three or four chains.
Most Toronto newspapers also have cut
staffs at Queen’s Park. A dozen private radio
stations, which are noted for penny pinching,
once had reporters at the legislature, but they
are down to two, and the provincial
government’s TVO has dropped its French-
language reporter at the legislature to save
money.
The fewer reporters at the legislature
continue to give their employers good value
for their money. Among many issues they have
bought to light recently were frauds by lottery
ticket retailers, abuse of children in daycare
centers and barriers to patients finding if
doctors had committed malpractice, which the
government acted on.
They also curbed the province issuing
parking permits for the disabled to many not
entitled to them and grounded an expensive
trip MPPs planned quietly to study voting
systems around the world.
The news media covering the legislature
also have faults, but to their employers and the
public that provides space for them they are a
bargain — this is not where they should be
relaxing their watch.
Tomatoes it is
Laughter: an orgasm triggered by the
intercourse of reason with unreason.
– Jack Kroll
You know what makes me…ahem,
laugh? The intrinsic absurdity of life
on this whacky ball of dirt that’s
winging its way through the celestial void.
Specifically, the way the human animal
finds ingenious ways to make sure that the
sublime is regularly cross-checked by the
ridiculous.
Canada is particularly adept at this game.
We gave the world:
Marshall McLuhan…and Don Cherry.
Ben Hepner…and Stompin’Tom Connors.
Pierre Trudeau…and Ralph Klein.
Professional hockey…and the Toronto
Maple Leafs.
But there’s an even finer example of loony
juxtaposition unfolding in the Great White
North even as you read these words. And I
mean the real Great White North – in the
Arctic wastes between Greenland and Siberia.
That’s where you’ll find the Gakkel Ridge.
What’s that? It’s an underwater mountain
range. A great spine of rock 16,000 feet under
the waves that runs along the ocean floor for
over a thousand miles.
Scientists are hot for the Gakkel Ridge
because it too is hot – volcanic, in fact.
Undersea volcanoes often create
hydrothermal vents – chimneys that spew
superheated water into the surrounding ocean.
Sometimes this leads to rare and exotic life
forms found nowhere else in nature.
Long story short, there’s an international
expedition of icebreakers, support ships, robot
amphibious submarines and antsy scientists
eager to see what, if anything is living down
there. It’s steaming towards the Gakkel Ridge
right now. They set sail on Canada Day and
expect to spend at least a month and a half on
site.
Who – aside from the aforementioned
boffins – cares?
NASA, for one. Space Agency experts
figure that techniques for operating robot
vehicles under three miles of Arctic ocean
could apply in the exploration of remote, frigid
planets in outer space.
Okay, so where’s the promised absurdity?
That would be provided by Mister Brooks
Agnew, a physicist and futurist who lives in
Kentucky.
Mister Agnew is seeking adventurers to
accompany him on his own polar odyssey –
the North Pole Inner Earth Expedition he calls
it – specifically to a spot precisely located at
84.4 degrees North and 41 degrees East, which
is about, oh……250 miles off the coast of
Ellesmere Island.
That’s where Mister Agnew expects to find a
portal leading to the centre of the earth – not to
mention a previously unknown civilization.
Planet Earth is really hollow, you see. And
there are these two gateways – one near the
North Pole and the other near the South Pole –
that lead directly to the centre of the earth.
“Everest has been climbed a hundred times,”
says Mister Agnew. “The Titanic has been
scanned from stem to stern. This is the first
and only expedition to the North Pole opening
ever attempted.”
Errr….quite.
Some of the people who will accompany
Mister Agnew firmly believe that our hollow
planet is inhabited by the Lost Tribes of Israel
who have mastered the art of living for
hundreds of years and who protect their
hidden world with fleets of flying saucers.
Others are quite certain that the earth’s core is
the domain of a race of saurian aliens who hail
from Venus.
Intrigued? If you’ve got 20 grand burning a
hole in your mattress you can sign on with
Mister Agnew and join him on his rented
Russian icebreaker, the Yamal. You’ll be
sailing out of Murmansk in the spring of next
year.
Amazingly, there are still a few berths
available.
Originally, the North Pole Inner Earth
Expedition was scheduled to set sail this very
week – the same week that the team of
international scientists set off on their trek to
investigate the Gakkel Ridge.
Now THAT would have been ridiculously
sublime. Imagine. Their expeditions might
have entered the Arctic in tandem – one
seeking hydrothermal vents in the ocean floor;
the other hoping to contact Venusian Lizard
King overlords living at the centre of the earth.
Who needs Stephen King? Everyday life
is ‘way weirder than anything he could make
up.
Arthur
Black
Media watchdogs underfed
You absolutely have to love the way a
young mind thinks. And wonder too
about it.
As I sat down to write this column at the end
of a fairly frantic week, a head full of details
and worries kept blocking the thought process.
Taking breaks from the computer, little walks
outdoors, nothing seemed to solve my
dilemma of what to have my little chat about.
There is no shortage of topics in the world; I
could discuss anything from fine wines, to
politics. I could reflect on a specific issue or
occurrence, local or international. I could
share frivolous fluff on the mundane reality of
being me.
But no, after hours of failing to find the topic
that would allow words to flow unimpeded
from my weary brain, I decided to get a fresh
perspective. After lunch with my favourite
little man, I threw out the question. “Mitchell,
give me a topic for my column.”
The response, as expected, was totally
unexpected.
“Tomatoes.”
Okay... this might be a tough one, I thought.
Actually, I was pretty sure I detected a hint of
a challenge in his expression and tone. But,
traditionally whatever my grandson asks of me
I do my best to deliver. So, ladies and
gentlemen, tomatoes it is.
First, I don’t particularly like them. I eat
them because I must. Beyond that, I know they
are a fruit and not a vegetable, that they come
in a variety of colours, that they are,
considering the food group they belong to,
good for you and that they are very popular in
Italian and Mexican recipes.
But, did you know that the smallest species
of tomatoes are less than three-quarters of an
inch in diameter? Or that tomato juice is the
official state beverage of Ohio? Or that there
are at least 10,000 varieties of tomatoes.
All as frivolous as the approach first taken to
penning this column. However, it would seem
too, that the tomato is not without its share of
controversy.
The health benefits of lycopene, found in
tomatoes, has been a hot topic for several
years. Studies claimed to have found the
lycopene in tomatoes to be protective against a
growing list of cancers.
Just last week though the bubble burst when
new and confusing results from a top medical
research institute stated that no evidence was
found that tomatoes reduced the risk of lung,
colorectal, breast, cervical or endometrial
cancer. There is limited evidence between
consumption and the reduced risk of prostrate,
ovarian, gastric and pancreatic cancer.
According to the Food and Drug
Administration “very limited and preliminary
scientific research suggests that eating one-
half to one cup of tomatoes and/or tomato
sauce a week may reduce the risk of prostate
cancer. The FDA concludes there is little
evidence supporting this claim.”
Not surprising really as how to protect
ourselves from cancer always seems to be
delivered through mixed messages. For my
part, I will continue to subject my palate to
tomatoes as part of a balanced and healthy
diet. Confused results aside they’re still good
for you, like them or not.
And as for how a young mind thinks, they
tend to notice better than their elders that this
world is full of wonderful things. No matter
where we look or what seemingly small
insignificant thing we focus on, there is
probably a story to tell.
Other Views Laughing at life’s intricate absurdity
.Eric
Dowd
FFrroomm
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