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Vol. 4 No. 11 /Mar 14. 1997

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Paul Becker Editor in Chief Christ Clarke Managing Editor Donna Lovett Copy Editor NaelaAslam Assistant Copy Editor Contributors: Nolan Webb Ron Dart Simon Langeler Joelle Logan Teresa Hampel Steve Tait Jacob Curley Ian Lusher Lisa Chew Mark Schuster Kathleen Fraser Rob Clarke Stacey Ewing Paul Joseph Rhonda Wiebe Cedrick Vendyback

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Dear Editor, I'm just writing to thank you guys for putting out such a quality paper. I've read every issue from front to back and I'm amazed at the diversity and talent that goes into the Cascade. In my opinion the Cascade's got it all - articles that make me laugh, articles that I agree or disagree with, and articles that have opened my mind to subjects that I've never gave much thought to. It's nice to see that a portion of my student fees are being well spent on this kind of creative work (except for the Greg's Place ads in No. 15. I thought you guys were Trooper lovin' pansies then). Keep up the good work.

Sincerley, Mark Williams

Dear Editor, Well I can't stand it any more. I am sick. I am tired. I am pissed off. I am also speaking for MANY OTHER PEOPLE. How many times has this happened to you? You walk outside, between buildings, and the many smokers that hang around the doors tum around to see who it is that is using the

right, crunch time. You may not feel it yet but it is here. You may have seen the first signs ... weary eyed upperlevel students spending copious amounts of time in the Library (with its new extended hours), logging into the library system. Or how about people simply responding with 'Tm too busy!"

Oh yeah, its crunch time. What the hell am I talking about? Well, I'll give you a personal insight; in my case there is roughly 60 pages in papers waiting to be written. 60. And I only have two· upper levels, and two lower levels. There is a spectre looming on the horizon, and it has nothing to do with revolution. It has to do with homework. It has to do with studying every moment possible and in some people's case, not sleeping in order to complete that paper.

For others it means freaking out and dropping a course on the last day

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possible. I don't even think you get your money back. . . if you did it is probably a grand sum that can supply your Burger of the Week for a few days.

I have seen people who worked hard all semester lose it around exam time and neglect one class.

This is an extremely undesirable situation. Desperation makes strange bed fellows, but it suffices to say that students have been around the block a few times with that feeling. In fact, we are basically prostitutes to desperation. We pay for it on a per credit basis. Look around you. Start looking at the faces of students that you pass in the hallway ... notice the bags under the eyes. We are all starting to look more and more like automatons who, drained of all creativity, are envisioning term papers that will require analysis, structure, and a thesis. Right now this column is about as structured and point-oriented as I can get. .. and I am not sure where it is going.

The funny thing is that I adopt

an extremely escapist attitude. I simply romanticize my summer job, tree planting, as being the greatest place in the world. 'There's no stress' I tell myself. 'Why, all I have to do is make money'. What I forget is that when I get up early during crunch time (6:30 am, when I am psycho) I am still an hour late by summer standards. When I complain to my poor girlfriend about sitting in a library reading I forget those shitty days in the rain when I had to work, just so I could go back to school to complain. That's not stressful, it just sucks.

So I think I will enjoy this year's crunch time a little more. I'll savor that fear that creeps into my spine when I start writing a paper and I realize that I'm not quite sure what I want to say.

After the sure-to-happen all-nighters occur, I will have to enjoy that next day when I nod off doing just about anything, including my reading for the next i class.

Or this damn editorial.

Letters to the Editor door, and while they are turning around they exhale.

What do I look like, a person desperate for some nicotin? I am sick of people blowing smoke in my face.

I am seriously concidering blowing a mouthful of pop on the next person who does it to me. And why do they hang around the doors?

I don't appreciate that last breath of fresh air to be cigarette smoke,especially since that air circulation in this school is as good as it is.

Further more walk between the student activities and the library and count the butts all on the ground. hasn't any one stopped to look? It is disgusting. We want our campus to look nice, but I guess the few steps over to the ash tray is a little to far. Probably out of breath to walk there.

And what about the nice aroma?

Sitting in the computer lab and 3 people walk in and sit down next to you.

All you can smell in their cigarette smoke hanging about them. It is sometimes so bad that my allergies that I have to move. Well it is time for this to stop.

It is time to do something dras-

tic. STOP SMOKING ON UCFV GROUNDS. we want this evil imoral, gross, lazy lethargic, stinky aired. smoking bastards to stop NOW. REMEMBER THIS IS NOT JUST ONE PERSONS VIEWS. IT HAS BEEN EXPRESSED BY MANY OTHER PEOPLE. Anonymous

Dear Editor, I don't read the Cascade very often but I know lots do so I thought it would be a good place to ask. "Has anyone seen my black leather jacket with the Motor Head patch glued to the back?"

Ryan Eluik

Dear Editor, Up until issue #5 I thought the Cascade was pretty good. Now I'm not sure. I am pretty sure that Rob Clarke is Louis Tulley. I say this because I've never read two writers with such lame and unartistic writing styles.

Rob sucks. His first article as Tulley was not too bad although any one who

caredcouldhavefigureditoutinabout 5 seconds. Then he writes Principles of the Perfect Serial Murder. It did not offend me but I can understand why it affected some people. All I thought when I read it was, "I don't fucking care how to kill people. Quit wasting space and put something useful". Then he wrote Controversy and Judgment.

Once again, "I don't give a shit". Rob should find a new hobby because writing for the intent purpose of pissing people off is very immature. Now he thinks he is so cool he can cut down a billion dollar product. CK one smells nice and that's why people wear it. Is that such a huge problem? I guess for Clarke it is because he is sooo cool and alternative he thinks its bad for males and females to smell the same. CK one smells good but Clarke, you stink.

By the way, the original Louis Tulley was Rick Morranis' name on Ghost Busters. Did you think we are all to dumb to figure it out? Well, we' re not - you dipshits.

Warren Sanders

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play the Green Line Investment Challenge - a simulated stock ~ market game. Sponsored by the ~ Toronto Dominion Bank's Green Line Discount Broker, each student (or student team) trades stock and index options using $500,000.00 of play money. Cash prizes are awarded to the top earners.

Today's media constantly suggests that wealth and a better life are only a shrewd investment away. TV, radio, and newspapers all bombard us with advertisements and information about investing. In truth, a long term investment in the stock market does outperform bank savings. The catch?

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I, along with the rest of my Business 349 class, jumped into this semester's Investment Challenge on January 27. Since most students are far more concerned with making ends meet than making hot investment deals, few of us had previous experience in the markets. Many of us chose to invest our $500,000.00 in large, well-known companies such as Intel, Microsoft, Air Canada, Barrick Gold, and the Canadian Banks. We have since discovered how fickle the markets can be; responding immediately to news of corporate earnings, or changes in political situations. These past few weeks can be equated to an emotional roller coaster ride. The thrill of making money soon turns into despair when a

ficult to spend or lose it.

The markets rarely operate logically adding to our frustration. Choosing a stock based on expert analyses is no promise of investment success, and picking a stock just because its name is no guarantee of failure. For example, my "dart" pick, a randomly chosen penny stock on the Vancouver Exchange, returned a whopping 175% in four weeks. I wish I'd bought more!

With 850 entries from over 100 Canadian colleges and Universities competing in the Challenge, it was gratifying to discover that UCFV was in 5th place after the first four weeks of play.

So, who can play?

The game is open to any college or university student (or team of two students) in Canada. Prizes are distrib-

date is March 27th. First prize is $1500 and smaller cash awards are paid to the next 4 players. Students who place in the top 20 overall receive a certificate and those who place top in their school also receive a prize.

The registration cost of $49.99 includes a package containing the rules of the game, a list of all stocks, options, and index options sold in North Ameri1a plus bi-weekly statements, and free telephone and/or internet trading access.

If you are enrolled in Business 349, participation is required. If not, and you'd like to find out more about the game please contact Janet Falk head of the Business department.

The next game begins in September.

Are you up to the "Challenge"?

"Ready to Die" to Make a Buck About Salazy, that argues that rap mucame first: the sic is a cultural vehicle for a civil rights chicken or the egg? An age-old movement. Many rap artists have taken ~ question that has yet to be an- advantage of the popularity of rap and ~ swered. Unless someone in the used it to convey the message of racial v:i biology department has <level- injustice in America. Public Enemy's ;;,., ..t:) oped a new theory and is just last album, "Music in our Message," ■ waiting for the copyright to be and all prior, controversial albums finalized. I appeal to the sociol- stress this point. Grand Master Flash ogy department with a different ques- also gained international respect with tion that may produce the same run songs like "The Message," and "White around as the chicken and the egg de- Lines(Don't Do It)," expressing the bate. What came first: a violently dis- hardships of ghetto life, yet not conturbed society, or the violently dis- doning the choices made by some to turbed pop culture that some argue in- ·earn a living. However, I would argue fluences people to become violently that some rappers and the rap industry are straying from the original intent of disturbed?

Last week another influential rap music. A lot of the music industry rap music superstar was gunned down is based on economics; and I don't in a drive-by shooting. Ironically, the mean the economics of those oppressed title of Notorious B.I.G.'s last album in ghettos. Some rappers rise out of was "Ready To Die." Last year the rap poverty, and then take an active role in industry lost two important artists, helping their old community. Others 2Pac and Eazy-E. All three of these chose to remain criminals and live lives soon-to-be rap legends lived the life of that benefit themselves. They appear an 'original gangsta.' Were these men truly loyal to the gangster life that has products of a violent society and were become part of pop culture. Even when they influenced by the socioeconomic they are given the chance to express and sociopolitical conditions of the ur- the plight of millions of African Ameriban ghetto? Yes, of course they were, cans, they exploit it for the money. however, why did the fame and fortune Rap music still has the potential to be an influential political voice in of stardom not change their lifestyle?

Why did they remain caught up in a North America. Rap artists continually life of crime and violence? appear in the Top 40. Their music reaches all generations, races, and The life of a gangster appears to be glamorized in rap music and peo- classes. I find it upsetting that artists ple have missed the original intention are exploiting the ghettos of America of Black music as a cultural method of to make a buck. But I suppose money fighting for racial justice in urban is the heart of an industrial society.

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IO!•Jftllll Takin' It To The MACS: RealCulture is Dead! LongLive Pop Culture!

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pression of real needs. The culture inculture. Tattoos and dustry is not only an industry that is to c.,, ~ body piercing. Jim Carrey. Al- be consumed, but an industry that por:i ternative music. Kenny G. The trays other industries that are to be consumed (if you don't believe me, just ~ seventies. Star Wars. Oprah. ;;.., Popular culture is a sen- watch Michael Jordan's latest movie). ~ sitive subject for most of us. We He says that the culture industry is all enjoy it, yet we don't want to powerful, encouraging conformity and think about why we do or the consensus amongst the masses, which consequences of our enjoyment. Are ensures obedience to authority and the we just consuming mass produced stability of the capitalist system (when goods, or are we participating in what was the last time you watched a cop we think is our own self-determined movie in which the villains get away?). culture? Why do we have to pay in The masses are so overwhelmed by the order to partake in our culture? Be- culture industry that they do not realize that their real needs are being cause it's popular?

Of the many theories about masked by false needs.

Adorno assumed that all people popular culture, the Frankfurt School and Theodor Adorno's work is by far have inherent needs to be creative, inthe most bleak, yet ever so relevant to dependent, and autonomous (a.k.a. real culture); and rightfully so, after all, our cultural practices today.

The Frankfurt School of Social we're not machines now are we? The Research began in Germany in 19~, satisfaction of needs, however, is decomprised of intellectuals who wanted nied to us by the capitalist system, to continue the Marxist tradition of whichcreates false needs in order for more (like the need to critical theory and research, except, us t9 consµme ,\ like Marx, they neglected the research see a 20 year old reissued movie). We side of their study. Nevertheless, they do not realize that our real needs renoticed that the world around them was main unfulfilled, because we believe succumbing to market driven mass cul- that we have what we think we need ture, leaving real or traditional culture (to be entertained, right?).

Expanding on Marx's theory of by the wayside.

Adorno, arguably the most in- ''commodity fetishism", Adorno befluential of the School's thinkers, be- lieved that the culture industry has lieved that we have no culture that we blinded our judgments towards the create for ourselves anymore, only cul- value of products. To understand comture that is produced for us, in com- modity fetishism, we first have to look modity form, for us to consume. He into the two values that all commodicalls the production of culture the "cul- ties contain. The first is the exchange ture industry". The culture industry value, which is the amount of money includes television, music, movies, etc. that a commodity can be bought and The culture industry "fall[s] com- sold for. The second is the use value, pletely into the world of commodities, which is the usefulness of the good for (is) produced for the market, and (is) the consumer. So for example, while aimed at the market". He says that the the exchange value for a pair of Nike's culture industry is a tool used by the is considerably high (compared to a capitalists to ensure the creation and pair of no-name running shoes), the use satisfaction of false needs, and the sup- value is quite low. Exchange value,

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not use, determines the production and consumption of these commodities.

Taking this one step further, with regards to the culture industry, Adorno says that the exchange value of a cultural commodity becomes the use value. Real cultural satisfaction, the kind of which we have very little of, cannot be bought and cannot be measured. It is created by the individual and his or her immediate group and is relevant to that individual and group's experience. Because cultural commodities are made for us, there is no use value that we can derive from them.

Therefore, we can only make meaning in the exchange value of the product.

The fact that we can buy a CD is more important than the actual music that we are listening to. Going to the theatre is more important than the actual performance. Or, celebrating New Year's Eve with the Three Tenors is more important than whether you like opera music or not. Although we think we are getting some use from the culture industry, all we are really doing is advertising to the world that we can afford to consume commodities.

We are victims of this commod-

consuming mass produced goods, or are we participating in what we think is our own self-determined culture?"

ity fetishism because our "social relations and cultural appreciation are objectified in terms of money". We are material rather than spiritual.

We may think that we are being entertained; we may think that we are culturally enlightening ourselves. In reality, we are just being good consumers in a capitalist economy.

As I mentioned, real culture, the act of making one's own culture, for the most part does not exist in our society today. Why make our own culture when it's already made for us, in a nice little package, ready for purchase?

People may feel that their needs are being fulfilled by consuming pop culture, but they're not. The only needs pop culture provides for us are false ones (as in, the need to buy more), but hey, false needs are better than no needs. '

My Life of Simple Abundance One day I plan to read Sarah Ban Breathnach's

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-g book, Simple Abundance. I'm :! sure many of you recognize the _g title -the book has been on the ca::: best seller list for eons. I didn't ..S receive this book as a gift, I didn't pick it up last time I browsed through Bollum's ... I grabbed it as I raced through Costco last week. Yes, right there between the "Benny's Bagels" stand in front of the frozen chicken, I espied this daybook of comfort and joy. I thought I could use some inspiration on achieving simple abundance in my life -the problem is, I don't have time to read the book "written for women who wish to live by their own lights." I don't even think I have my own lights!

This new book promises to teach me how to "express my authentic self," as I "choose the tastiest vegetables from [my] garden, search for treasures at flea markets, and establish a sacred space in [my] home for meditation."

HELLO! The last time I expressed my authentic self was when I tried to establish a sacred space in the parking lot on a rainy Monday morning. I need someone to teach me how to maintain my sanity while searching for meaning in Milton, how to navigate traffic on my way to parent-teacher conferences, to engage in debate over the nutritional value of frozen pizza ver-

sus canned ravioli. Anything else seems hardly relevant.

My life is cruising along at about Mach One, and I contemplate writing my own novel this summer: Simple Chaos: A Day in the Life of a Student I Mother I Wife. I don't want to sound cynical -I love my life. But there are times when I feel I am juggling so many responsibilities, donning so many personae, that I lose sight of the big picture. What is the purpose of it all? Why am I going to school?

I've pondered this question many times in the last year, and the answer is simple. Abundance. I have gained an abundance of knowledge, of self worth, of experience and insight in the last three years. Yes, at times I feel fragmented, and I seem to be running in several directions at once, but I wouldn't change a thing about my hectic and crazy life, because it is my simple abundance.

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Jacob's Matter: Stealing Home ~ 1:: ~

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Curley and I am a Canadian. I ~ was born in Guelph, Ontario to 8 Canadian parents. My ancestors ,.::; were European, but I am not. £ This is my home and native land.

I don't mention this to stir patriotic, nationalistic feelings of exclusion. Rather, I am searching for common ground in the frozen wilderness we call home.

What do we mean when we call ourselves Canadian? Not all of us spend our Saturdays on the couch watching "Hockey Night in Canada".

We are hardly united in fraternity by the alcohol content of our beer. There are plenty of Canadian images which are supposed to symbolize our nation but do we really feel a sense of pride when confronted by Mounties, maple leafs, and beavers? Truth is, the Queen is still on the coin, the fleur des lis bloom in Quebec, and the eagle is perched on the peace arch, waiting to swoop.

Ironicaly, my own search for identity led me south rather than east.

I discovered my own identity as a Cal)

nadian in the most unlikely place: Mount Hood, Oregon.

My friend and I were passing through yankee farmland looking for a place to rest. We drove forever getting nowhere until suddenly we were drawn like moths to the glow of a well lit field. We crept from the car like dirty anthropologists and watched the natives engaged in their most cherished ritual: Baseball!

The Mount Hood Knights were hosting the Van York Rebels in a playoff game. We sat quietly in the stands, observing. A flock of girls stood next to the dugout cheering for a pitcher named Chipper. The town sheriff was in the stands, along with the mom, dad, grandparents, and siblings of every player on the field. Chipper loaded the bases and was reluctantly relieved. His substitute struck-out three in a row, giving Mount Hood a chance at the plate. Bottom of the ninth. Last bats for the home team, the season riding on what would happen next. It was an American cliche, familiaryetforeign. Itmeanteverything to everyone in the stands.

VanYork put two out, then in-

tentionally walked two more. The plan was to pitch to the fat kid. Rudy Couchon waddled to the plate. The home crowd sighed in unison. When the third pitch was delivered Rudy closed his eyes and dropped his bulk into the strike zone. The pitch hit his flank and he squealed in triumph. The home team dogpiled at first base in bestial brotherhood. To the right, the citizens of Mount Hood embraced each other.

But we were in the visitor stands, where the atmosphere turned ugly.

Parent faces did not say "Nice try...Next year!", they were truly ashamed of their children and embarassed for themselves. "Get in the car!" snapped the backcatchers dad. VanYork players skulked about like criminals caught in the act. They were guilty of defeat.

All this meant nothing to me.

My perspective was similar to that of an American tourist watching a Mexican bullfight. The outcome was irrelevant. I was simply there to observe the spectacle. At this point it dawned on me that watching is what we do. We watch Americans identify themselves everyday on television. We eat at their

"What do we mean when we call ourselves Canadian?

Not all of us spend our Saturdays on the couch watchmg "Hockey Night m Canada"." franchises, drink their soda, wear their jeans, drive their cars, and listen to their music, all the while aware that these things are not ours. We are conscious of our otherness. The American pop culture that saturates our lives is not our own. But there's a dandelion buried beneath the manure, stuggling to sprout. By defining our-. selves in terms of what we are not, we give ourselves room to grow into what we are. We are not Americans. We are no longer British subjects. But whatarewe? Who are we? AskDavid Suzuki. Look-up Terry Fox, Norman · Bethune., A.G. Bell, and Maurice Richard in the Encyclopedia. Listen to the Tragically Hip. Buy a touque at the bay and get ready for another long winter. And remember my fellow Can::i,fom!': kP.f'.n vonr rli!-:t::inrP.

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The Totality of Student Unions rangement "a union" is a delusion, the ramifications of which call for intimidation and tyranny, witness USSR's breakup struggle with Estonia, Lithuania, and Latvia; Yeltsin's massacre in Chechnya and so on. From international affairs to personal relationships it is indefensible.

There are students who want to exercise their right to freedom of choice and that might entail their not wishing to join a union. The reason might be anything from a supposed misuse of the money they would have to subscribe, to an antipathy to various activities undertaken by the execute.

Whatever their individual feelings, the right to chose must be observed and honored.

Of the several such students that I have known, I recall one who (later to graduate with greatest honors) phoned the union asking what would happen if she didn't join the union.

The response was blunt and brutal, "Then you don't graduate."

A totalitarian response if there ever was one.

This article is iniquitous and untenable. If all the studying has been done, the papers written, and the examinations passed - the relative qualification has been earned. That much cannot be gainsaid.

There is no connection whatsoever between a level of work satisfactorily achieved - and membership of some club.

Unions are fine and necessary.

About that there is no argument. But enforced membership is antithetical to their much vaunted principles.

The main argument for the closed shop is that as all members of the community concerned benefit from the struggles and achievements of the union - everybody must therefore become paying members of that union.

But that simple premise does not hold good. Each citizen in a democracy is entitled to vote and in doing so might be against whatever party attains power, and nevertheless be the recipient of subsequent benefits (or misfortunes). Conscientious objectors also can enjoy the fruits of battles won by others. Our society accepts minorities.

The possible loss of some union revenue is as naught compared with the principle of democratic privilege

Anstudents, past, and present and that includes those ofus who have moved on to faculty and administrative positions, have good reason to be proud of our history. Throughout centuries students have, in the main, struggled against injustice. hypocrisy, and tyranny.

The tradition of student protest is founded on a core of moral integrity. In defense of that integ1ity countless students in many countries have given their lives.

In recent times the most notorious event was the massacre of students before The Gate of Heavenly Peace in Tiananmen Square and when later the student leader, Wang Dan, served almost four years in jail. He was detained again in May last year and held for trial on charges of writing articles criticizing the government and for organizing self help groups for dissidents freed from jail. Theirs is the struggle for democracy.

It was students again who led the pro-democracy movement in this year's months of protest in Yugoslavia against Siberian President Slobodan Milosevic who refused to honor opposition victories in the municipal elections.

Universities welcome diversity of opinion. More - they encourage it, without any coercion towards commonality of thought. opinion, or creed. This is their essence and their strength from which generations of students germinate their individual search for truth.

Set against this history of struggle for freedom against coercion and tyranny, how is it that membership of student unions is one of total compulsion - and also that this is completely supported by university administrations?

This is plain hypocrisy and it is time to put our own house in order. It's a glasshouse from which stones should not be thrown at others any longer.

If a union is worth joining - then no coercion should be needed. And the corollary is that if coercion is necessary, it must indicate weakness, not strength.

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A union based on voluntary membership is the only kind that is honorable.

Professor (retired) Chairman of the Students' Association, Harrogate College

be no more fuss about essays, exams. or projects! The summer season is stress-free and happy!

Unfortunately, there are down sides to this almost-peifect season. The "dog days" of summer are too hot to cope with. You get the feeling like you are going to melt like chocolate, whether you are in or out of the sun.

There is that threat of skin cancer from being in the sun too long or from not wearing any sun block. When you sleep at night, you can't snuggle up with your blankets (as I love to do), instead you lie on a sheet with your window open, wishing the weather would cool down so you could sleep.

Overall, summer is the best time of the year. I like letting my mind tum to mush from lack of schooling. No worries and no cares.

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over and I am sure every student is feeling the CRUNCH, I know I am. Just remember to keep your head up and think positive, l;'· it will be summer time soon.

Root beer slushes, long evenings, and warm weather. No more yucky colds and flu, no more splitting nails and no more dry skin.

Say good-bye to running outdoors.

Biking and tennis can be done and maybe a tan can be achieved. The winter leaves everyone looking a little pale.

(Myself included). Swimming outdoors, in the heat, is always a pleasure or taking an evening dip in a hot tub located outdoors is quite relaxing.

Skirts are always fun to wear in summer because you do not have to fuss with tights. Speaking of fuss, there will

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"Enforced 'marriage' of any kind is immoral and to call any such arrangement "a union" is a delusion, the ramifications of which call for intimidation and tyranny, witness USSR 's breakup struggle with Estonia, Lithuania, and Latvia; Yeltsin 's massacre m Chechnya and so on. "

Have No Fear, Summer's Almost Here!

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If further support is needed in this matter we can hear no less an authority on union matters than Bob White, President of the Canadian Labour Congress, "Freedom of association is a basic human right."

The Application for Canadian Citizenship form states, "All Canadians share a common belief in a commitment to freedom and justice. This freedom includes the right to vote, to run for election, and to express thoughts and beliefs freely and openly." As I am doing, incidentally.

And ultimately:- The Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms states, "Fundamental Freedoms.

Everyone has the following fundamental freedoms: (a) freedom of conscience and religion (b) freedom of thought, belief, opinion, and expression, including freedom of the press and other media of communication (c) freedom of peaceful assembly and (d) freedom of association."

We should not view dissidents

Blind ambition means nothing to the man without vision.

He lives amongst the shadows with his memories of rainbows.

The aura of a woman passes by, her voice it beckons.

To he who cannot see she is perfection

and those who know the secrets of insanity agree.

UNTITLED Is this sickness or emotion that leaves my stomach twisted like fate?

VertigoI am lost I am drunk I thirst for lust and despair at what I've become.

As I lay in quiet contemplation \ I rest my weary body for the pain I have endured.

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Harris showed up, with streaky off- tied and anyone's game. ~ s the Cascades fin- balance jumpers and heads-up ball conThe teams shifted into higher ~ ished first in the province, they trol. "Mrs. Glove" carried the team in gear, and the Douglas squad went for ~ didn't enter the provincial tournament until the semi-final. ;;.., Coming out cold against the ~ Douglas Royals, the battle would be uphill with no letting up. Nevertheless, Gillian Kirk roared down the court, ball in hand to score the first two points of the evening. Kirk would score throughout the game, but those two points went in over two minutes after the game began and essentially got the game rolling. That's right! No one scored for awhile, but we can chalk that up to nerves. It was, after all, the first game of provincials and 8 of the 12 Cascades had never been to this level of competition.

Coach Chambers switched the Gillian Kirk looks to pass while Amber Mytling stands ready to recieve Cascades' defense from a man to man the first half, scored 15 points (12 at the win. The Cascade's, however, went to the zone early in the game. Krista half-time), and grabbed 1 big rebound. for the kill. And the prey was out With twenty minutes left, score was there .... Donna Lovett held the Royals

at bay by shooting with near-flawless accuracy. Lovett gave the Cascades 13 points and a motivation to win. Amber Mytting took some solid shots which fell like butter (8 points, 4 rebounds). Lindsay Fennell was hot on the boards and managed to do some scoring on the side (9 points, 13 rebounds). And resident All-Canadian Martha Craig bumped through the big Douglas posts to score 17 points, while also snatching 9 rebounds. Nicole Schubert slid in 4 points, 3 rebounds, while providing excellent passes to open players, which demonstrated Schubert's unselfishness.

Douglas crumbled in the wake of the Cascade pressure, leaving the last moment wide open for scoring and steals. UCFV, who do not often leave opportunities like this alone, tore into the Royals to cement their victory.

Final Score 77-62. Congratulations to Krista Harris who was awarded the player of the game award!

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College Royals had been accomplished twice previously in regualr season play;the £ malaspina Mariners. on the other hand, had only lost once to UCFV and they were without their all-star p9int guard, Maiilou Leonin. Now that Leonin was back. and Malaspina wanted their chests to be adorned in gold. not silver.

The game began with a flurry of Cascade scoring, forcing the mariner's coach to go red in the face, rub his balding head and call atime out. 7 minutes into the game, and the Cascades had pulled aheaq by 14 points.

For Amber Mytting, who will leave the Cascades this season due to ankle injuries, this game very well could have been her last, and thus she came onto the court with a mission: to score. Am"Buehler" was fantastic as she stroked shot after shot into the hoop to devestate the Mariner offense, which was geared towards shutting down Martha Craig. Mytting finished with a career-high 19 points and a shooting percentage of 82%. Awesome, plain and simple.

Although repeatedly double teamed, amrtha Craig managed to contribute a good chunk of scoring with 17 points, with a 67% shooting percentage. Sara Hambleton was product, ve in this game, as she pushed around the post area to score 6 points.

Gillian Kirk, meanwhile, was busy blazing around the court attempting to contam TvfarilouLeonin. "Gizz'' held Leonir. to 12 points. while scoring 6 points on the offensive end.

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The win was theirs, as they had fought for it all season. Final Score 60-4 7.

Player of the game was Amber Mytting, who deserves a big skillz sticker and a pat on the back.

Martha Craig grabbed the MVP award for the tournament. The Cascades are off to SFU for nationals to make another run at the Championship. Watch for those wickedly dsigned signs that will be hanging around the College! Come out Mar 19-22 for a look at the Cascade's action.

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is a quiet celebration of Canada's innocence and power. With the backdrop of a dark, rushing river, a young maple tree with crimson leaves stands out for the viewer, remaining fixed while the river continues to rush by. From lithlessness and fragility, the young maple will eventually grow into a strong and fortified presence.

Jackson's concentration on the maple leaf seems to presage Canada's potential to be a great nation and is also examined in J.E. H. MacDonald's work with the obvious title, Young Canada.

Again, we see the celebration of innocence and potential in the young pine tree, colored a rich and healthy green, perfectly centered against a backdrop of the dull and muted colors of fall foliage. It possesses a presence of the other trees. The pine, like the maple tree, is a visual metaphor for Canada.

Both of these artists have managed to politicize the natural landscape that makes Canada unique.

Lawren Harris' depicts the raw strength that is inherent in northern landscapes. Isolation Peak, Rocky Mountains is a fine example. With a dark sky serving as the background and shadowy flatlands serving as the foreground, our eye is drawn from the solid, snow covered base to the sharp and stony peak, centered and bathed in light. If this mountain is a metaphor for Canada, we can read it as the emergence of a new nation: proud, solid of foundation. Perhaps, Harris concentrated on the natural landscape because it forms the foundation of much of our industrial and monetary power. Without a doubt, for Harris, Canada's spirit could be found in the majesty of the north country and celebrated in its renderings.

The Group of Seven also illuminated Canada's social problems.

Lawren S. Harris' Miner's Houses.

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The Group of Seven was a movement that was driven by the idea that Canada was a tremendous country, a country that deserved its own art.

Castigated by critics for departing from the European style of painting, the group sought to forge a new style of art that better represented our nation.

Conservative criticism might today sound odd, but at the tum of the century Canada was so young, so unsure of itself, so unknown. Canada's journey of exploration and self - discovery is echoed in the works of the Group of Seven who were in awe of the power and beauty of the Laurentian Park, or the simplicity of life in poor urban areas, such as Toronto's Ward District.

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The Group of Seven sought to break new ground for a nation by creating a truly Canadian art• form. By focusing on social, political, and natural subject matter, the group's work generates ideas about Canada. Clearly, the intellectual value of the paintings important a gift to Canada as their aesthical value. When I examine their work, I feel awe, and pride, and heartbreak, but more importantly, I feel closer to grasping the spirit of Canada.

ize the absolute poverty and despair that he encountered on a visits to Cape Breton Island. Workers' strikes, clashes with police, and mine owner's resistance to unions had left miners in the early 1920s poor and without hope .

Harris' renderings of the coal miner's houses of those workers who were exploited as much as Canada's natural resources. Harris paints the houses as rows of tombstones upon graves, implying that the miners are the living dead; they have no control over their existences and many of them suffer the slow death of mining disfases. Harris chooses to .depict not one house, but many, poignantly expanding the problem to the community. Harris' concern is the physical decay of the community, but also its spiritual and cultural decay.

The largely Ontario based group, aware of the tensions surrounding English and French Canada, explored the rural life of Quebec without romanticizing its harsh landscape. In Aurthur Lismer's Quebec Village and A. Y. Jackson's Manseau. Quebec, the placement of the community amidst the rugged rural landscape becomes a symbol of respect for French culture by ac-

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ebrating Ava Maria. First the bus picked up Jon Luis and the other band members (it was funny to see them getting ready - older guys straightening out the younger boy's ties, tuning up battered trumpets and clarinets, rifling through music sheets.) We drove about fifteen minutes to town the street was lined with banners and there were popcorn stands selling hokey plastic things, the special beans you pop in your mouth and peel the skin off, popcorn, ice-cream, and cotton candy. The people were all dressed in their best ... an ornate Maria adorned with cupids and flowers was hoisted above the crowd along with lanterns and flags, followed by the

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How' d your day go today Hon? Weeell ... , I got mistaken for a Cab driver!

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Cj outside to smoke a cigarette. ~ 'OUTSIDE' being the South East ..t:) entrance of building 'A'.

There were a few of us poor saps out there in the chilly wind doing our bit to pollute the atmosphere. There was a Taxi parked right o~tside the entrance, engine off, and no driver in sight. On my way out of the building I had noticed quite a line up at the coffee counter as well as an elderly guy asking around if anyone had ordered a cab.

Now, being a member of the CIS program, I was immediately able to deduce that the man outside must be connected in sorpe way. I got it, he is the driver here to pick up his fare. Areasonable assumption? I thought no more about it. My cigarette was more important.

Out of the entrance emerges this person. Nope, not the cab driver. He walks over to the cab and stops to look inside. Then he looks over to the person who had just walked up from the other side of the driveway. I knew straight away who he was. The parking meter guy. I mean, he was wearing 'stuff' that immediately identified him.

A reasonable assumption? Now the guy who had just emerged from the building (I'll call him the older guy) was apparently a very important person. He spoke to the meter guy in a very take charge kind of way. I mean, he wanted to know where the driver was, how long the cab had been there, and appeared annoyed that the cab was parked at the entrance. He looks around, spots me, looks me right in the eye, and says, "Who's cab is this?" I suddenly had this feeling that I can only describe with an analogy. The rabbit who looks up and is mesmerized by the glare of the headlights bearing down

on it. I stood up straight and in my most polished English accents said "There's some guy inside looking around." The older guy goes inside. I hear some tittering from the smokers.

I smile, what else can I do? I'm suddenly feeling uncomfortable. I don't know why. All I know is I am. The older guy comes back out and walks over to the cab and joins the meter guy.

The older guy gets on a walkie-talkie and starts giving instructions to whomever to call a tow-truck. Just then the cab driver emerges and goes to get into his cab. He exchanges some heated words with the older guy and the meter guy and screeches away. The meter guy wanders off. The older guy says something on his radio and leaves.

Some more tittering.

I'm feeling more and more uncomfortable, why? Dammit, why am I feeling this way. I'm starting to sweat. I stub out a half finished cigarette (there goes 12.50 cents) and enter the sanctuary of the building and line up for a coffee.

Later, much later, I start to wonder about the incident. I realized that I couldn't recall the heated words exchanged between the driver and the old guy, even though I stood barely fifteen feet away. I began to think about why the older guy had singled me out to ask who the cab belonged to. I briefly gave some credence to the consideration that it must be something in my bearings.

You know, maybe I look like a guy who should know. Please recall, I earlier told you I was in the CIS program, well eventually I figured it out. I do look like a cab driver. That is why I was singled out. After all, part of the prerequisite for becoming a cab driver is a visibly darker skin pigmentation.

There are of course exceptions. Guess what, I am considering wearing a sign that says: IGNORE THE PIGMENTATION FACTOR, I AM NOT A CAB DRIVER. Assumptions-they will be the death of us.

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bands. The streets were lined with flowers and leaves giving off an incredible fragrance - the old women peer out of their windows, their best white tablecloths hung over their window sills. A parade of little girls follow in mini white wedding dresses either holding flowers, rosemary beads, or a small bible. Then came out the little boys in suits. The priest followed surrounded by members of the perish, holding a gold canopy over his head.

Three boys walk in front of him swaying pots of smoky incense.

Later the procession turns to the other direction while people in the meantime scurry to put flowers back into place. It is a bit of a wait. We amuse ourselves by eating, talking, and playing the "lottery".

The lottery is a booth set up with numbered prizes. One can buy a bag ($7 Canadian) of paper twists, unraveled a number may appear and you win a prize. The family who took me tonight did not win and their papers join the thousands littering the sides of the street. Everything gets thrown carefully on the sides. The church was lit up with white bulbs and fireworks rocket the sky. I love Elizabeth's English - 'Tm gonna dance, you know,'' She tells me determinedly.

Their little brother does not speak English, but loves to mimic me. We goof around playing starring contests (I always win). He always pokes me and then runs away. His sisters say he thinks I am beautiful. He is such a cute little boy, I wish I could take him home to be my little brother.

The bus was rocking on the way home. All the band was standing up clapping, singing, and playing songs.

I couldn't help but join in.

AUGUST 19, 1994 Ponta Delga is the center of San Migue - when the locals have major shopping to do they come here. Vovo (my grandmother) and I went to museum there - there was so much to see; they had exhibits about every-

thing: crafts, fishing, farming, clothing, pottery, ornaments, paintings, sculpture, and all things Catholic. One room was devoted to tile and another floor with stuffed animal species; birds, fish, insects, the two headed calf was disturbing.

The streets are so tiny. Two cars can not pass side by side in most places.

I see trucks carrying sugar beets. Old men haul heaps of seaweed from the seashore on slow mules. Tonight Jon Luis and I went to stop at his neph 0 ew's birthday. His mother offered me a piece of the birthday cakes, oooh, they were so good especially the coffee layered one - both decorated with those hard silver sugar balls. And pineapple pop! Stayed for a bit and then took a taxi to Populas Inn. It did not open until 12:00 so we sat at the side cafe/bar? White washed stucco walls like a dark cavern, all white with low cement seats and red pillow cushions and curtains. Marilyn and Boggart posters and friggin' weird California music: "I like to play guitar. Hi my name is Sandra and I live in Los Angeles" still sticks in my head.

The disco across the garden was quiet for about 30 minutes then it got packed. Outside was a bar (more palm trees) a grill with tables and chairs. As you come in there's all these really chic couches and table/ashtray combinations. It was quite classy looking. At 2:00 they started playing faster music - a lot of Euro hiphop mixes like "Saturday Night". The Portuguese dance quite well and they are fairly boisterous. Jon Luis says a lot of Puerto Ricans come to dance here. Oh yes anytime I am introduced to anyone I get kisses on my cheeks. It is a really sweet custom except for beer breath.

Santa Maria was the island to be four days of non-stop music from international bands from Africa- England, and America's Extreme. I miss them by one day, what a pity. Slipped home at 4 a.m. to hear the animals, little lizards leaping under rocks.

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that the stock trick was a rodeo flip. If us reminded me about the event takyou were a rider unable to do this com- ing place nearby. We managed to stum~ U 'CLOSED'. Great. It was 8:00, plicated trick, you had might as well ble down the hill to our pre-chosen .c.-:i i:: Sunday morning and we were have gone looking for a refund. If you viewing area in time to see the tail end watching all kinds of people line wanted to go on, you tried to get as of the third and final heat. Semi Fiup to register in in the Board Room Big Air snowboard competition being held at Mt. Seymour. Registration at 8:30.

Practice at 10:00. Round one at 1:00.

The pre-practice period in time was quite interesting to watch. It reminded me of watching great white sharks circle a kill to see who wins honors to dine first. Most riders had a pre-jump routine; behaviors ranged from deliberately exaggerated stretching, to talking about tricks you did the day before - just loud enough for the guy beside you to overhear.

Much to our dismay, the 'Rock Chute' doors remained closed, forcing us to watch the practice, which was the The warm conditions brought forth some excellent riders real reason we came. After watching the groomer play around with the jump many jumps in as you could before nals at 5:00. Finals at 6:00. It was a for about half an hour, practice was fi- time ran out. 12:00 rolled around, prac- torturous hike back up the hill to ensure we got a table, and were not sennally allowed to commence. To our tice ended, and the bar opened. surprise the riding was amazing, espeTime lapsed and a casual glance tenced to standing room only. cially for a practice. No one fooled at my watch showed me that it was Once again, a sudden realization around, and early on it became evident 3:30. The absence of people around that there was no one else around, made bar

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Suddenly cheers erupted from the crowd around us, and upon turning around, a missing unit of our crew (Tim Hyndman), was observed running naked towards the jump. This crazed lunatic jumped as high as he could off the lip and tragically fell to his demise, tearing his MCL (Medial Crucial Ligament) in the process. The ski patrol aided the injured streaker but not before he was thoroughly pelted with ice balls. Soon after, our ride left for the nearest hospital, thus ending my coverage of this spectacular event. *'Way to go' Lome for making the semis, however we have no idea how you placed!

Letters to the Editor Cont'------Dear Editor, I appologise for my delay of this letter; however, I have been very busy recently writing midterms, as is the case with many other students.

I am responding to Len Catling's article "The Minister of Information Desseminates ..." published on January 17, 1997. In that article, I received the award for "Stupidest Statement of the Year."

Mr. Catling feels I deserved the award because I called Bill Clinton and Glen Clark left-wing in a letter responding to his article in the Cascade on September 9, 1996. In that article he said that we needed to "exterminate" Pat Buchanan and Newt Gingrich, and preform other atrocoties on them.

My response to Mr.Catling's September 9th article critized him for advocating the killing of another human being based on their politacal philosophy. My Bill Clinton and Glen Clark statement was simply an add-on to my argument. If Mr. Catling feels that my argument was based on that staement , then he has missed the boat entirely. Society will never get better if we go around

killing people because we disagree with their political beliefs. we must strive to be more tolerant society; unfortunately, Mr.Catling does not seem to be in support of a more tolerant society.

In a desperate attempt to try to get his point across in his January 17 article, Mr. Catling says that I have put" ...asshole where [my] mouth is" and that I'm part of a group of " ...bitch-ass hacks ..." who " ...get off seeing their name in print." I remember calling other people names during temper tantrums way back in grade two. If Mr. Catling wishes to return to such childish tactics, then I would encourage him to enroll in a nearby elementary school for the fall semester. To me, it's pretty sad that the only way Mr.Catling could base his argument was by swearing at me.

I was alos labeled a "reactionist" in the January 17th article. If my only crime is REACTING to the intolerence and injustice in society, then I proudly accept that label.

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THE CASCADE wishes to express its condolences to Rebbecca Anderson and her family as they have just recently lost a loved one.

UCFV LIBRARY EXTENDED HOURS Abbotsford campus from Monday, March 10th until the end of term.

Monday - Thursday

8:00 am - 10:00 pm

Friday

8:00 am - 6:00 pm

Saturday

10:00 am - 4:00 pm

''Additional hours will be added as soon as we can hire more staff''

If you want a good job, you need a good education. The B.C.Government can help you get the training you need.

We're guaranteeing 2,900 more spaces for every qualified student this year.

We're also freezing tuition fees again, when most provinces are seeing increases of up to 20%. And we've increased Student Financial Assistance, making it available to more students than ever before. Want to know more?

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www.youth.gov.bc.ca

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