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Culture lives here By Vanessa Runions

Vanessa Runions is a PCVS graduate who returned to Peterborough this summer to be in intern with the City of Peterborough’s cultural mapping initiative. I’m not sure what’s worse, a city that wants to support culture but has none, or a city bursting with culture that exists well below the radar. I spent my formative years in Peterborough, and was lucky enough to attend PCVS high school. I’ve been working in the cultural sector in Toronto for several years now and I’ll admit to being apprehensive about returning to Peterborough for the summer. I was afraid I’d be bored and uninspired. However, after receiving an exhibition postcard from Artspace at the gallery I worked for at the time, I realized that exciting things were happening in Peterborough. When I was hired for a summer internship at City Hall to work on a cultural mapping initiative, I was understandably excited. With organizations like Artspace and the youthoriented cultural group We Live Here Too, there was finally a culture in this city I could relate to. The cultural mapping project entails the collection of in-depth information pertaining to the cultural sector, which will eventually be transformed into an interactive map and a database. Basically, the City wants a profile of culture in Peterborough, and I was responsible for collecting the data that would inform that profile. So where to start? Peterborough is only one of many municipalities that have participated in cultural mapping initiatives: Toronto, Vancouver, Vaughn, Regina and Thunder Bay are a few of several cities that are surveying their cultural resources. Why are they doing this? Because it has become apparent to the “powers that be” that cities with strong cultural communities thrive in more ways than one (obviously). Cities that recognize and support culture create a platform for social and economic prosperity, and the evidence is abundant. Considering this fact, and with the plethora of culture in Peterborough, why does it often feel as if the only people who care about culture in this city are the ones involved in it? Because City Hall doesn’t have enough quantifiable

data to communicate the cultural community’s priorities. But that’s changing. On July 15, City Hall released a series of surveys with the goal of collecting important information from the cultural sector. The surveys were designed by several people, myself included, in the Arts, Culture and Heritage Division. They were created to allow the cultural community to self-identify to ensure that an accurate profile would emerge. Culture is a fairly loose term, which is inclusive of more than the creative arts. Based on UNESCO’s definition of culture, we decided that, for the purpose of this initiative, culture would be defined as whatever the community values, be that art, music, food, heritage and so on. The next step was to inform the community about the surveys and encourage participation. A promotional campaign was launched, articles were written, radio interviews were conducted, mass emails sent out, and nearly 150 people contacted by phone. The surveys came pouring in, but not nearly as much as I had hoped. With so many cultural businesses, organizations and events in the city, I was surprised that only 120 people filled out the survey for individual cultural workers and artists. The same disappointing results followed the cultural businesses and cultural festivals and celebrations surveys. The best results came from the cultural organizations survey with over 97 responses, but I contacted many of those organizations directly. Another disappointment was the underwhelming participation from the youth sector, with only 15% participation from the 2534 age category. Being in that particular category myself, and seeing first-hand some of the cultural work coming from that demographic in Peterborough, I was frustrated that the data wouldn’t be representative of this new and thriving cultural scene in the city. And thus the dilemma: if you can’t collect information from enough people in the cultural community to create an accurate profile, is the data even useful? I certainly don’t think so. Thanks to my superiors’ enthusiasm for the project, the initiative has been approved for extension, and the surveying will continue until it’s done right. The information I collect has the

Volume 46 | Issue 0 | September 5, 2011

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potential to impact city planning and policy making when it comes to recognizing the importance of culture. The Municipal Cultural Plan, set for release late this fall, will include recommendations for a possible arts council with a focus on youth. If city council has solid information that indicates a thriving cultural youth sector, it is less likely they can ignore the necessity for such an organization. I’m writing this article as a plea to all those working in the cultural sector: I know that there’s animosity towards City Hall in consideration of cultural policy and support, and I know participating in an initiative like this can feel futile. But the least we can do is try. If we provide City Hall with this data, they can be held accountable for making future decisions in spite of it. If the cultural community doesn’t participate, we give policy makers the opportunity to throw their hands up and declare “Well, no one told us culture lives here.”

Our Summer Plans By Sarah McDonald

I once read somewhere that “summer should get a ticket for speeding.” Personally, I’d like to hand a ticket to this one. The moment I took off my graduation gown and tossed my cap, time took on a mind of its own. Suddenly I was halfway through August in a blink of an eye, with barely anything done that I had wanted to tick off on my summer list. Too much work, not enough play, too much thinking, not enough doing. Is it too cliché to think that the summer after graduation is the summer to get stuff done? The acquiring of dreams, and the final freedom of being an irresponsible

teenager, before you’re packed off and ready to face your impending adulthood, that’s what this summer was supposed to be about. So what are we all thinking now, as we stand outside our dorm rooms, staring at the place we are supposed to live in for the next eight months? Are we pleased at what we’ve accomplished? Or are our fingers shaking while we grip our suitcase handles, thinking I’m not ready for this? If I were a proud accomplisher, I would easily list off to you all the useful things I have done this summer. Sadly, that isn’t the case. Let’s see, that Saw marathon was… pretty gruesome. At least we got some laughs out of it. Then there was that failed attempt at hiding

the fact my brother and I threw a party while our parents were out of town. Being a Teenager 101: You Have To Be a Good Liar. And there were the many days I sat around doing…nothing. Oh, the stress of it. As much as I hate to admit it, I’ve had better summers. But wasn’t this supposed to be the one? We planned trips. Work was always in the way. Why is it that, as soon as responsibility looms, we suddenly cower in its presence and think, I can hit the snooze button one more time, let’s put it off until tomorrow? And we crawl back into our teenage covers and reminisce the good times, the ones we can’t really remember but the fact you can’t just stands as a glowing reminder that indeed, it was a good

night. Maybe I’m horrible at relating to people, and the majority of you are perfectly capable of having a summer worthy of remembering and are laughing cruelly at this article, so yes, go ahead, have a laugh. At least I can say I successfully made someone chuckle. Trent has been good to us. Thanks to Facebook, we’ve already connected with each other. Our questions are answered, our fears eased. I think the excitement of ISW is mostly holding us through until classes actually start, and that’s when we’re going to start second-guessing ourselves. So maybe the “most important of summers” should become the

“hardest of summers.” The pressure is certainly applied. You have to learn to let go of people close to you, even those you spent a vague four years of high school with and only recognize them now as valuable acquaintances. Skype becomes your lifeline. And for most of us, home doesn’t hold the same value anymore. We’ve got to learn not to be so afraid of the unknown. Sometimes I wish I could press the fast-forward button of my life and get past all the awkwardness and terrifying reality of being a first-year. This isn’t the movies. This is regrettably, understandably real life. And I’m looking forward to discovering how it all begins.


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