Posts Tagged ‘TV’

To vote or not to vote – that is not a question anymore

Saturday, April 16th, 2011

It’s election time in Canada again and I can’t avoid pondering matters political. Nothing much has changed from the last election it seems, and therein lies the question. Will there be voter apathy this time too? Too many people saying, “Well, it’s the fourth election in seven years and it will end up with another minority government, so why bother?” After all, the debates were ho-hum, the attack ads are back in force, the politicians appear on TV with backers dressed in costumes and looking more like props than supporters, funding promises are doled out in copious quantities, many never to be honoured post-election, and scandalous stories pop up along the campaign trail only to be drowned and forgotten in the tsunami of tweets, e-mails and other info bytes sent from party offices to clog our PCs and PDAs. And over in another part of the world people are fighting bloody battles and dying for a whiff of democracy.

Will I still go out and vote on Election Day? Of course, I will. And I will be available to give people a ride to the polling station in my riding if need be. Voting is not a choice any more, it is a duty. A duty brought home to me not from within this easy-going country but from the countries fighting for democracy at this time in history. There seems to be a sudden awakening by the citizens in nations suppressed by despot rulers, and the smell of democracy is in the air in those places. This phenomenon is similar to what happened to the colonies following WWII, when they agitated for freedom from their colonial masters, who had themselves been weakened by the two global conflagrations of the last century and were finally willing to let go. These periodic eruptions for democracy are necessary it seems to release us from the countervailing force of suppression that comes in the form of colonizers and despots, and perhaps Martians next! But after the threat is behind us, we return to trivial pursuits, and ensconced in our democracy, we forget!

As much as mankind is hard-coded for greed and power, we also seek structure, hierarchy and social harmony. As much as we play rough and tumble in the fields of sport, commerce and life, we need someone setting the rules and acting as referee, like in our beloved game of hockey. A good and fair government is our referee, setting the rules and administering them. The referee does not play the game, we do, but there is no game without a good referee either. On Election Day we will be voting for our good referee.

What bothers me about voter apathy in the developed world is not that we will not get a new government—minority or otherwise—but that we will lose a government. Democracy demands constant vigilance, or we will lose it when those in absolute power slowly dismantle the franchise with cuts in the name of economic growth, defence, deficit cutting or other ruse, while we, the apathetic voters, sleep at the switch.

Yes, I will pump a full tank of gas into my car and drive around offering people free rides to the polling booth, and even chastise them for not getting out and voting—my gesture towards retaining democracy in our cold but complacent country. I’d rather do that now than have to run around on a near empty gas tank later, brandishing a gun, and trying to regain a squandered democracy, like those poor souls in North Africa are attempting to do right now.

Monetizing Content in the Hippie Era of Writing

Thursday, August 12th, 2010

How does one make money at writing today? That question seems to be the “pre-occupation de jour” of most commercial writers and journalists. The cyber airwaves are chock full of content: blogs, wikis, e-mail, self-published books, e-zines. How does a writer insist that he gets paid for his work when there are equally good, or sometimes better, content being written by people who possess a deep understanding of their subject matter and an altruistic desire for sharing their writing, and who earn a better living through other means than they can or ever will as writers?

Encyclopaedias were money makers once, but their time ran out; software makers made money too, but they spawned the open source movement and jumped into services instead. Pagers were absorbed into cell phones, typewriters into personal computers, music CDs into MP3’s, videos into You Tube, broadcast radio into blog-talk radio, cable television into web-TV, long- distance phone plans into Skype, and now tree-books into e-books. Many successful products that once exchanged value for monetary benefit are now offered free or have been subsumed into other inventions. And content—a writer’ primary product, plucked out of a fertile imagination not given to many, and delivered in beautiful language—is now also… free?

I think of the hippie era when we played in musical bands purely for the love of expression, not for money but in protest against an out-of-touch establishment and all things resembling corporate greed. But that did not last either, did it? After the hangovers and love-ins wore out, we took haircuts, shaved our beards, bathed, bought new clothes, and joined the very guys we had protested against, to unleash some of the greatest economic growth cycles in history, creating unparalleled inventions, and unleashing unbridled greed that resulted in the meltdowns of Black Monday, the dot-com bubble, and the Crash of 2008.

And now, as if in atonement for our past excesses, we are going back to our hippie days of free drugs, free love and free expression, and giving everything away for free again, including our artistic creation—our writing. Even Big Business is calling this the Age of Creativity and seeking to monetize it. But the creative ones don’t seem to care; self actualization is triumphing over the baser needs of the ego and the pocketbook.

I support those trying to make a living at this very difficult art at this particular time in history. It is indeed a desired end: to do the things you love and to also earn one’s livelihood from it. But it seems like these bold souls are swimming against a tide that has, at least for the next few years, turned against them.

Sourpusses

Monday, June 21st, 2010

I’ve been watching a spate of recent championship games – the NBA finals, the NHL finals, the World Cup soccer finals – and I have been more interested in seeing the faces of the coaches of the participating teams. They must be the most keyed-up, unhappiest people in the stadium, perhaps on earth, at that particular moment; and to cap it all, they are on syndicated TV, their sourpusses exposed to the world.

They pace, they straighten their ties (the ones who wear them), they mutter uncontrollably, occasionally they yell, they recall their players and give them a dressing down during a time out, they shout at referees and linesmen, they shout at their players, but nobody listens to them. And occasionally, when their team scores, they are seen embracing their assistant coaches and dancing a staggering war dance to let out steam. Do they get secretly drunk after a game?

Often when the championships are over, they are left hunting for a new job. The last win was only the last win. They are not paid for the last win, but for the possibility of future wins. And, God forbid, if their team has suffered a string of losses, there is probably no job awaiting them.

I know why I have such empathy for the coaches. They remind me of writers.

Waiting for the e-book bomb to drop

Monday, April 19th, 2010

When I go out to read as a guest to writer’s groups these days, no one is really interested in hearing me read my work. Instead, everyone is interested at hearing of my adventures as a writer struggling to break into the big time. They want to know about my travails in the old self-publishing days, of the myriad rejection slips, of the near misses with publishers, of speed dating with agents, of trade publishing experiences, distribution woes, online marketing, where I get my ideas, how many ideas are left, social networking, blogging, radio and TV interviews, shameless self-promotion and…and… the liberating messiah they all hope it will be: the e-book.

Will the e-book finally become the mp3 of publishing, enabling writer-to-reader transactions off the former’s website, cutting out middlemen (publishers, publicists, distributors, retailers etc)? Could we build sufficient loyalty in our online readership platforms, feed them downloads of books and short stories in any e-book format, for a donation, and thereby recruit benefactors with financial contributions far in excess of what a provincial or federal arts council can provide us in subsidy, now that royalties from publishers are dwindling faster than ever? Will we finally be one-on-one with the readers whom we wrote these stories for in the first place? Politicians face their audiences when making public speeches, performing musicians do the same at concerts, stage actors too when they step out of the wings. But writers are like movie actors: they go through a multitude of arbitrary filters, before their work is exposed to their final arbiters. Would e-books solve that problem? When would the inflection point come when e-books outnumber traditional books? When am I going to launch an e-book?

These are the questions I get asked. And frankly, I wish I knew!

What I do know is that, with the pursuit of blockbuster-only titles by the traditional industry, that segment is going to shed even more writers, not assume new ones. The fringe is therefore open to the masses of writers coming on board, many with the notion of “I think I have a book in me,” and the e-book will be their entry point. How will one be noticed in this sea of wannabe ink? Would it mimic POD self-publishing that came out a decade ago? Would e-books be no different from the turbulent seas writers have traditionally cruised in over the centuries, in their makeshift rafts with tattered flags hoisted, in the hope of getting picked up by a glittering cruise ship—SS Publisher—full of thousands of readers?

Something tells me that we have played this record before.