Here is a fine documentary about the 1980-81 CFMT (Toronto) television program The All-Night Show. Those of us who remember the show that we also referred to as "Chuck the Security Guard" have fond memories made more wonderful with the passage of time.
Chuck, Ryerson Dupont, Fran the Nurse, Paul del Stud, and the rest, are here in Ten Thousand Shiftless Nights.
On February 20th of last year I posted a piece about the CFMT (Toronto) television program, The All-Night Show (1980-81). "Memories of Chuck" was originally an article I wrote for Greg Woods' publication The Eclectic Screening Room, but after a later re-read I decided it could be better and longer.
"Fantastic Planet is playing at the Bloor Cinema tonight", I said to an open-minded film-school classmate and mate of mine. He said he would like to see the 1973 animated film, even though he had never heard of it until I told him it is a personal favourite.
The surreal picture worked its wonders that night in 1985.
After the house-lights came back on my friend looked at me from the seat to my left side and said this: "Simon, I've seen better animation on Saturday morning cartoons."
My guess was he did not like the story, too. Fantastic Planet remains one of my favourite flicks, animated or otherwise.
Fire and Fury - The Allied Bombing of Germany 1942-45, a book published ten years ago by Randall Hansen, is getting some press through its title similarity to Michael Wolff's explosive and current best-seller Fire and Fury - Inside the Trump White House.
I obtained the book not long after it hit the bookstores and promptly got down to reading it. First off I should say that one of the few subjects I could be considered to be knowledgeable about is that of the Allied bombing campaign of World War II -- I've interviewed many airmen, and have done much research over the last thirty odd years, including at the Royal Canadian Military Institute here in Toronto -- so when I tackle a new book so late in my absorption of the subject I'm looking at it from a very critical perspective.
To review Hansen's Fury properly for this blog I'd have to re-read it, but suffice to say here and now I was very unimpressed.
What was obvious to me was the author's axe-grind. Hansen 'reveals' some points as though he is the first to do so. We've known for many years, starting with the United States Strategic Bombing Survey done immediately after the war, that "area bombing" did not do what Arthur "Bomber" Harris had hoped -- bring the German war effort to its knees. We know that the daylight precision attacks undertaken by the U.S. achieved greater war-influencing levels. Also, historian Martin Middlebrook wrote in great detail in his books The Berlin Raids, The Nuremberg Raid, and The Battle of Hamburg about the German civilians who took the bombs night after night. His interviews with those illegitimate targets on the ground are exemplary. (When I spoke with Mr Middlebrook in England some years ago he gave me great advice regarding research.)
What aerial bombing did and did not do is an ongoing debate -- I too do not have many concrete answers. There's a demon in the mix: Statistics. (Statistics are always part of more statistics.)
In fairness to Mr Hansen, to 'review' further here I must again read Fire and Fury - The Allied Bombing of Germany 1942-45.
Right now I'd rather read Fire and Fury - Inside the Trump White House.
On impulse I decided I should grab a copy of the new bestseller Fire and Fury: Inside the Trump White House.
A major Toronto book store stood before me. Rather, I stood before it. I decided to vault inside. I could not find the book. Of course there would be a sensational display and an excited crowd for Fire and Fury, so if I could not find it quickly, it clearly would not be in stock.
A pleasant-looking older gentleman sporting company attire walked towards me; I intercepted him and asked the billion dollar question.
"No, we didn't get it. My guess is it's being held at the border . . . I think (Trump's) trying to block it."
The news wires are spreading the story that President Donald Trump is about to pull the U.S. out of the North American Free Trade Agreement.
Hey, makes sense to me. Why would Trump adhere to a document that he in all probability cannot grasp?
Here's a piece I posted in April of last year: A Peanut's History of N.A.F.T.A.
Canada and the United States of America signed the North American Free Trade Agreement which started swinging in 1994.
I remember there was some anxiety on this side of the border by some folk who were not so sure the agreement would be a good thing for this great country. Canadians are naturally conservative about some issues, and it made sense that signing such an affecting and encompassing document should concern some of us; including me.
As things turned out NAFTA was a good thing, for both nations.
President Donald Trump and his magnificent internal reactionary forces are making noises about wanting to pull out of the agreement altogether.
One of my strongest memories on the issue of whether or not Canada should sign the agreement is this one: A certain U.S. politician, I've forgotten who it was, reacted to the apprehension of Canadians with a direct "... you don't get another chance."
It seems that Donald Trump wants another chance....
An open and discarded Toronto Sun lay before me as I order my coffee. There's a full page spread rating all the Star Wars flicks, of which there are many now, and increasing in number like bunny rabbits.
That (no doubt 'complimentary') copy of the rapidly depleting rag got me thinking. ("The Sun got you thinking?") What are my favourites and in what order do they fall?
1. Star Wars
2. The Empire Strikes Back
Numbers 1 and 2 are interchangeable, really. (I have not seen any SW since Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith.)
Yesterday I posted a piece on the passing of star U.S. astronaut John W. Young. I opened by talking about my early morning rise to see the first Space Shuttle launch.
Perhaps the single most exciting "blast off" for me was that of Soyuz 19, the Soviet side of the "Apollo-Soyuz Test Project" of 1975. The Soyuz launch vehicle and spacecraft were somewhat mysterious entities to those of us in the west -- civilians in the west. Photographs had been released by the Soviets, some officially and others unofficially, so we knew what the machine looked like at launch -- it looked super cool, that's what it looked -- but there were no motion picture images and nothing substantial in the way of data and specifications. (Like the Vostok and Voskhod rockets the Soyuz was an outgrowth of the brilliant R-7A Semyorka, itself an upgrade of the earlier R-7 Semyorka.)
July 15, 1975: The day of Soviet and 'American' launch vehicles. I had great interest in seeing the Saturn 1B rocket lift the Apollo space vehicle, but the big draw for me, and many others, no doubt, was witnessing the launch of the Soviet machine. I sat in front of the colour Zenith television set. There was an anticipatory tension, an almost drum roll, as we waited for the scheduled launch time. When the final countdown rolled we scrutinized every piece of visual data -- there was no audio of the launch. That great Soyuz Roar would not be heard by me for many more years.
April 12, 1981: The alarm went off at 6am. Its mission: wake me up so I could watch television coverage of the first Space Shuttle launch (STS-1).
The shuttle's successful mission proved the system was technically viable. John Young and Robert Crippen piloted the machine for its 37 orbit flight, and at the time, their names were known to much of the public.
Young had by that point flown into space several times: On Gemini (3 and 10); and Apollo (10 and 16). He was not originally scheduled to crew the first manned Gemini flight, but after star astronaut Alan Shepard was grounded with a medical condition, and ended up so for a few years, Young was bumped up with fellow crew member Gus Grissom to take on the mission. With the Apollo program he flew twice to the moon, walking on its surface during the second flight (the first was lunar orbit only). In addition to STS-1 the human odometer piloted STS-9.
My hands flew in desperation, trying to pull up my hood. The crosswind as I crossed the intersection kept pulling my hood back down. The air was colder than I think I've ever experienced. My head and face went almost numb.
The earmuffs helped save me while I continued in my struggle to do a simple thing: pulling my hood up around my head. I reached the other side of the cross-street; the wind weakened just enough. The hood was up; I held it in place with my hands. Forget the ties. I was almost home.
I'm not one to shill unless the money is really good. (As of yet I've been offered nothing.) Recently I took a trip to the Yorkdale Shopping Centre here in Toronto and while I was there I popped into Nadège Patisserie. While I do carry a French surname with considerable pride and honour -- take that, British half! -- I usually don't indulge in French pastries, or Any pastries.
A topnotch barista helped me choose something sweet.
What I had was good and tasty -- a croissant of some kind. The coffee, a "regular" coffee, was kick-butt. So kick-butt that soon after I polished off the magic juice I could feel hyperness setting in. I started to gesticulate like a crazy Frenchman.
As my dad warned me a few times, once you hit twenty years of age, "life goes like a rocket". "Every time you turn around another . . . year has gone."
Proof: I went to change my kitchen calendar this morning and found it open at "July". (Admittedly that might say more about me than any passage of time.)
* Today the minimum wage here in Ontario, Canada, goes up to $14 an hour. Good. It's about bleedin' time. Some will bellyache, and they got off to a good start when the great news was released, but this move is vital. Let's be honest here; many bellyachers, small and large, don't want profits reduced. And as for public companies: Shareholders sure as heck won't take a hit.
* This year our Prime Minister and his crew are planning to "legalize" ("regulate, and restrict access to") marijuana ("pot"). It's about bleedin' time. I don't smoke, but if and when this progressive new plan is implemented, I will then smoke my brains out, and, make that natural and expected progression to the really hard and good stuff: cocaine, heroin....