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Sexual assault on UBC campus

Early on Saturday, Sept. 28th a 19-year-old female student was sexually assaulted while walking down the Biological Sciences Road on UBC’s campus. The male assailant reportedly grabbed her and forcibly brought her into a garden and groped her. In an RCMP press release, the suspect is described as olive skinned, approximately 5’8 and in his mid to late 20‘s. He fled the scene after she screamed and resisted him. RCMP have issued a warning to those out alone on campus to be careful.

With files from The Ubyssey

 

TRU prepares for the worst 

Thompson Rivers University is in the process of developing a comprehensive safety plan aimed at preparing students for emergencies on campus. Included in the plan are evacuation drills and active shooter drills. One of the first steps in this plan involved the implementation of an alert system this past May.

The university has been struggling to get students to sign up for the system which, in case of an emergency, will send out alerts via text message, phone call or email. Safety manager, Stacey Jyrkkanen says she hopes for the safety program to further develop and maybe down the road simulate a zombie apocalypse in order to practice safety procedures.

With files from The Omega

 

Next to no confidence in U of R administration

The University of Regina Council nearly passed a motion to have a non-confidence vote regarding their President and provost. The motion is worded as follows, “The University of Regina Council has lost confidence in the President and the Provost and Vice-President  (Academic)” and it called for a vote of non-confidence in 10 days by secret ballot.

After over an hour of debating, the council took a vote on whether to pass the motion. The ballots stacked up 135 against, 134 for, three abstentions and one spoiled ballot, meaning that there will be no vote of non-confidence.

With files from The Carillon

SFU volleyball falls short on road

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After a breakthrough non-conference season the Clan women’s volleyball team struggled to get things going in their Great Northwest Athletic Conference (GNAC) openers, in Montana and Seattle.

The SFU ladies opened strong in their first game, taking the first set against Seattle Pacific University, 25–16. Unfortunately, they would not be able to hold the momentum, dropping the next three sets straight. Aggressive play by left side Kelsey Robinson and libero Alanna Chan with 14 kills and 13 digs in the game respectively, put the Clan within striking distance in the fourth set but they ultimately dropped the match 3–1.

The game also saw the return of sophomore setter Tamara Nipp who was injured in the non conference season and recorded 12 assists in the match. Her return allowed the team to play a 6–2 rotation as opposed to the 5–1 they had been running with a sole setter.

After winning five straight to go 5–1 in the non-conference season, the loss was a disappointing way to open the conference schedule, but the team showed improved poise and confidence from the past few seasons, battling for every point.

Two days after the loss to SPU, the Clan visited Montana State University-Billings, who proved even tougher competition beating the visitors in three straight sets.

Robinson again led the Clan’s effort with 10 kills while Chan recorded eight digs. Transfer setter Brooklyn Gould-Bradbury had 42 assists between the two matches working in tandem with Nipp.

“We are still coming together and that takes time,” said Chan following the team’s return to Burnaby. “It’s important after a loss like that to have a short memory as our assistant coach Kim [Stonehouse] always tells us. We just need to focus on the next games and the new scenarios they will bring.”

Looking ahead, the ladies will be focusing on recording their first conference win of 2013, as they aim to improve on their dismal record from last year.

“It’s great having our new coaching staff, Gina has so much experience playing as well as coaching and connects very well with us,” continued Chan. “After the weekend she didn’t make us feel bad about the games but encouraged us to focus and prepare on the battles ahead.”

The Clan return home to host three games at the West Gym before hitting the road again as the quest for the season’s first GNAC win continues.

Young Braised’s Japanese Tendencies

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I first came across the music of rapper Jaymes Bowman, aka Young Braised, through last fall’s “Snack City” music video. Directed by Metalab’s William Wilkinson, the “Snack City” video was a burger-exploding good time. Standing in a bucket hat against a green-screen background filled with pictures of food, Young Braised certainly cut an odd figure.

For his most recent release, the Japanese Tendencies mixtape, Bowman looked to mysterious Japanese producer Terio. For the tape’s lead single, “Murakami,” Bowman’s brother and frequent collaborator, Strawberry Jacuzzi, handled the visual treatment.

As the title suggests, “Murakami” carries somewhat unlikely subject matter for a rap single: the novelist Haruki Murakami, as well as visual artist Takashi Murakami, who is famous for his “superflat” cartoon prints depicting the shallowness of contemporary Japanese consumer culture. As might be expected, referring to either of these prominent Japanese figures by their last name leads to the kind of foggy ambiguity that might be exploited by someone like Bowman.

He and I met at SFU’s Highland Pub to discuss the new tape.

 

The Peak: Your new mixtape is called Japanese Tendencies. What kind of things about Japanese culture made you decide to give the tape this title?

Young Braised: Well, basically, the guy who made all the beats is from Japan, and there’s a line from a Lupe Fiasco song where he says “I’m American mentally with Japanese tendencies,” so I just took that name. The more I thought about it though, it also made sense because I was reading my first Murakami novel — The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle — right around the time that I first heard those beats, so it all kind of came together. I thought more about the way that people approach their lifestyles in different cultures and different countries. I feel like it’s definitely a more thoughtful existence in places like Japan, in any place where there’s less space.

The Japanese culture is a very interesting one and I think that’s why a lot of people fetishize it so much. Especially in rap you’ve got references to Japanese denim, Japanese designers and fashion and stuff and it’s like, yeah it’s cool, but I definitely look at it from a more philosophical and psychological level than I do as a “Oh, their TV shows are really weird” kind of thing.

 

P: You have a song called “Empty Affluence.”  That kind of wealth without depth is also a theme in the artwork of Takashi Murakami, who you shout out in another song. Is there an anti-consumerist vein in your work?

YB: I think there is an anti-consumerist vein to my music and to my outlook. In fashion, everyone not actually stitching the clothes gets paid so much off of everything and then it doubles again when it gets to retail. It’s like, “I know how this works! I don’t want to buy clothes — at all!”

That song was sort of a concept song in that it’s like the “depressing song” of the mixtape. I have a friend, Pepperboy, from Little Rock ,who’s very real in telling the tales of the streets and as soon as I heard the beat I knew he had to be on it. So I pretty much made that song just for him.

 

P: You also have a song called “Feminist.” Do you feel an allegiance with the feminist movement at all?

YB: I do feel an allegiance for sure. My girlfriend was actually very offended by that song the first time I showed it to her, though. She’s very much a feminist; she’s opened a lot of conversation with me about my music and improved my integrity a lot, and “Feminist” is definitely tied in with that. It’s not the strongest example that I can think of, but basically it’s playing off the stereotypes of hip hop and the degradation of women that is so common in the genre. It’s trying to play around with that.

I definitely don’t think everybody’s going to like me mixing the sign of respect of giving someone a dap [a gesture of friendship] and referring to the female reproductive organ in that way, but it’s not intended as a mockery, that’s for sure. It’s very much intended to be a conversation piece and I think it will do more good than harm.

 

P: You said that Terio made all the beats for this album. How did you find him?

YB: I found him through a blog that I follow that has some kind of Raider Klan affiliation, which is like the SpaceGhostPurrp label. They posted Terio’s beat tape, and as soon as I heard it I was like “Woah . . . ” I got kind of anxious because I thought a bunch of songs were going to come out on them but I just kept listening to them and thinking of song ideas instantly when I heard the beats.

Two weeks after it came out I realized it wasn’t posted anywhere online anymore and so I messaged him on soundcloud right away and basically I just asked if I could do an EP with some of the beats. He said “Yes” and that was pretty much it. I’ve tried talking to him since and he seems very elusive. I don’t know where he is or what he’s doing.

In all honesty, he could very well not be in Japan at all, but that’s what he says and I made a full project about it, so I hope he is. If not, it’s just as funny.

Grand Theft Auto V: a review

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The Grand Theft Auto franchise has always been a haven for controversy, innovation, and ambition. Creating a world where a player can roam freely and participate in nearly any illegal activity that they can think of is what has made the series so popular, but it’s also what has spawned the most public outcry.

Grand Theft Auto V still provides plenty of reasons to get the pitchforks out, but the offbeat, tongue-in-cheek humour that the series is known for helps to alleviate the offensiveness and create a biting satire of America, as well as a pretty great game.

With any Grand Theft Auto, the focus is generally on one protagonist and his rise within the criminal underworld. Right out of the gate, GTA V changes up the formula by having three protagonists, each with their own character arcs and unique personalities. The three leads (Michael, Franklin and Trevor) all have one thing in common: they are destined to a life of crime.

Michael gets out and is brought back in; Franklin aspires to make something of himself outside of gangbanging; and Trevor is an uncontrollable, unstable psychopath. The chemistry between the three is electric, and the three-person narrative comes together to form an interesting, cohesive story that stands above many of the other games released during this console cycle.

The mechanics of the game have not changed much since Grand Theft Auto IV, but there are some noteworthy additions and tweaks that make the game more engaging than previous iterations. Most satisfying for myself is the driving, which has become less realistic, but more fun as a result. Another new aspect is the ability to switch between the three main characters at any time off-mission, with certain missions being tailored to specific characters.

Each character also has his own special ability (i.e Trevor can take inhuman amounts of damage) which makes the game a bit too easy. The forgiveness in GTA V can really be felt in the implementation of checkpoints during missions which means no more having to replay a mission from the very beginning again.

By going for a less realistic approach, Rockstar has eliminated a lot of the difficulty in the game, which is both welcoming for those who could never finish the games, and infuriating for those who want a challenge.

Main missions aside, GTA V should be able to attract new players to the series with its inclusion of plenty of extracurricular activities like golfing, tennis, drag racing, hunting, and more, as well as instant access to the entire map of Los Santos. There is no limit to what you can do in GTA V. The colourful cast and narrative will keep some intrigued, but the massive scope of the game will prevent many players from progressing through the story, as they drive through Los Santos simply admiring the far-reaching vistas.

Album reviews: Danny Brown, Chvrches, and a throwback to A Tribe Called Quest

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Danny Brown’s stream of consciousness style and obscene wordplay have won him a legion of admirers since he burst onto Detroit’s emaciated rap scene a few years ago. Old, his first proper studio LP and the successor to his wildly popular free release XXX, paints a more complete portrait of Brown than we’ve seen so far. For every lewd sex joke and over-the-top boast, the rapper’s newest features an admission of loneliness or a plea for nonviolence.

By striking a precarious balance between youthful abandon and cinematic gravitas, Old obnoxiously announces itself as a frontrunner for hip-hop album of the year. After months of arguments with label heads and studio tinkering, the build-up proved to be worth it — the production is immaculate, from the industrial grind of “Way Up Here” to the ambulance synths of “Break It (Go)” to the muted R&B of “The Return,” Old is an inventive sound collage that never gets, well, you know.

Brown’s lyrics are similarly all over the place: “Handstand” may be the most depraved fornication fantasy the rapper has cooked up to date, while “Wonderbread” is, as far as I can tell, a song about purchasing sliced bread (with pan flute accompaniment). “Torture” features Brown’s most vulnerable verses committed to tape, while “Red 2 Go” is an aggressive call to arms for listeners and rivals alike.

Old’s saving grace is Brown’s versatility: his raps range from smooth and melodic to harebrained and manic, sometimes within the same stanza. Some will argue that Old tries to do too much, and there’s something to be said about the album’s overzealous attention span. But it’s hard to deny that Brown is one of hip-hop’s strangest, funniest and most creative figures, and Old proves that he’s even more versatile than we thought.

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Chvrches – The Bones of What You Believe

The Bones of What You Believe is a lot of fun. It’s catchy, danceable and ticks the appropriate boxes on the List of Musical Influences. If you’re searching for a new album to listen to while you passively browse Facebook or lift weights at the gym, look no further: this Scottish trio is the group you’ve been looking for. They even have an appropriately non-threatening lead vocalist who looks a little bit like that girl you had a crush on in seventh grade.

The problem is that, as the Barenaked Ladies once said, it’s all been done. Chvrches are adequately talented, and they clearly have an ear for hooks. Opener “The Mother We Share” and single “Recover” are sure to be mainstays on your local indie station, and rightfully so. But are they saying anything new? I think you already know the answer.

There’s something to be said for the album’s immaculate production: these mixes are so squeaky clean, listening to The Bones of What You Believe feels like going through a car wash. Not a single guitar is plucked throughout the LP’s 16 tracks, but the group’s repertoire of bleeps and bloops are more than enough to make up for the absence.

Even lead vocalist Lauren Mayberry’s voice feels obsessively micromanaged, equal parts socially acceptable quirkiness and milquetoast lyrical clichés. (Though, to her credit, Mayberry recently penned a damning op ed in The Guardian about online sexism towards female musicians. So there’s that.)

On its surface, The Bones of What You Believe is a perfectly enjoyable and effortlessly marketable slice of pop music pie — maybe a little on the long side, but far from bloated. Still, it’s hard to get excited about amiable, derivative synth pop anymore. Like so many albums before it and many more to come, Chvrches’ debut full length is just another step into the brave new world of indie pop homogenization.

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Throwback: A Tribe Called Quest – The Low End Theory

“Back in the days when I was a teenager, before I had status and before I had a pager . . .”

From Q-Tip’s first couplet in album opener “Excursions,” I was hooked. Like many other hesitant hip-hop listeners, The Low End Theory — A Tribe Called Quest’s sophomore opus and the Rosetta Stone of jazz hop — was my rap gateway drug. Effortlessly listenable and calmly anecdotal, the trio’s second LP was the antithesis of Public Enemy’s political manifestos: Q-Tip and his partner Phife Dawg kept their ideologies subtextual, preferring to focus on the wiles of rap promoters and the opposite sex.

Though many had noted the parallels between jazz and hip-hop before, The Low End Theory was the first record to truly fuse them into one pulsing, cohesive whole. From its stand-up bass grooves to DJ Ali Shaheed Muhammad’s pitch perfect bebop samples, the LP’s atmosphere is warm and inviting. The group’s twin MCs maintain a lively equilibrium: Q-Tip’s lyrical talent shines through his gentle cadence, while Phife Dawg’s youthful bombast is grounded by his seamless syllabary.

Despite its apolitical nature, The Low End Theory is anything but delicate. Few hip-hop albums are as quotable: each stanza stacks reference upon reference in an endless circle of one-upmanship between the group’s leads. The result is some of rap’s finest wordplay, all against a backdrop of smoky jazz instrumentation and deceptively simple drum beats.

Despite their casual rivalry, Tip and Phife were never more in sync than on this LP. “Check the Rhime,” the album’s centerpiece and the group’s strongest track, sees the two trading verses without missing a beat. Though their differences would eventually lead the group to split in 1998, The Low End Theory is the high point of the duo’s professional partnership.

This is the album to try if you’re new to the genre: if you’re not a convert by the last chorus of “Scenario,” you might as well stick with Coldplay.

Found Objects

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Over the past few years, there have been some incredible and noteworthy art discoveries made by art conservators and happenstance archaeologists alike. Whether they’ve been forgotten amidst family heirlooms in attics and discovered decades later, or carted onto the set of Antiques Roadshow, these unexpected finds are more valuable than their appraised price tags: they suggest a whole iceberg of arts and culture just waiting to be found beneath the surface.

The fruit of his loins

2010 was a remarkable year for art discoveries, including a work by Renaissance master Caravaggio. On the 400th anniversary of the painter’s death, the Vatican suggested that a previously unattributed painting, found among their archives and titled Martyrdom of Saint Lawrence, may actually be a work by the revered artist.

The painting, property of the Jesuit Order, depicts the young Saint Lawrence, loincloth-clad, crying out in pain as he is roasted over a grate. While the Vatican did concede that more information was needed to confirm the attribution, there were some who remained unconvinced of the work’s merit.

According to an article by The Telegraph, Antonio Pinelli, an art historian from Florence, suggested that the work was more likely by one of Caravaggio’s followers, not by the master himself. He claimed that the texture of the skin and the execution of the loin cloth were poor, and that the “blue rag is really a very poor thing.”

Whether or not the piece can rightfully be attributed to Caravaggio is still up in the air, but the 400th anniversary seems a suspiciously convenient time for this discovery to surface.

The ultimate souvenir payoff

Antiques Roadshow is, more often than not, addled with less-than valuable tea sets and grandfather clocks, but for one woman in 2009, it proved to be worth the leap. The woman brought four ornately carved jade pieces to the show, including two dishes, a vase, and a sculpture. Lo and behold, the collection turned out to be a set of genuine antique Chinese pieces.

The woman’s father had been stationed in China in the 30s and 40s, acting as a liaison for the war.  On the episode, she recounts tales told to her as a child from her father, who was just a “Kentucky farm boy.” According to her, he learned Chinese and met a Mr. Liang who lived at “number ten Jade Street.” She recalls her father telling her about how this Mr. Liang would call him over and say, “I have some pieces you might want to look at.”

Evidently, the friendship with Mr. Liang proved fruitful. After being appraised, it was discovered that the collection was worth over $1 million. The appraiser, James Callahan, an expert in Asian Arts, informed her that the pieces were all of very, very high quality.

One bowl’s design was based off of an Indian style, referred to as Mogul, and dates back to the 18th century. Another piece is set with a ruby, a carving of an animal-like creature called a bixie, which was thought to ward off evil. Another piece is inscribed with “by imperial order” on the bottom, indicating that it was made specifically for the emperor.

Callahan suggested they date back to the Qianlong period during the years 1736 to 1795, and probably belonged to Emperor Qianlong himself. Callahan called it the best thing he’d ever seen on Roadshow.

From birthday suit to black suit and tie

Ever wondered what a young, naked Sean Connery must have looked like? Wonder no longer!

An oil painting of the young 007 has been found in a Scottish artist’s home. The artist, Rab Webster, from the Scottish Borders, died in 2010 at the age of 83, and, when his family went about cleaning up his things, they discovered stacks upon stacks of old canvases.

Webster, who worked as an art teacher before his death, had a large collection of previously unseen works, among them the brushstroke-perfected tush of Mr. Connery.

Connery, before landing his breakthrough gig as Mr. Shaken-Not-Stirred, worked as an artist’s model at the Edinburgh College of Art. Nick Behel, a family member of Webster, noted in an article in The Telegraph that “[Webster] said Connery treated it just as a job and that he didn’t say very much.”

The Norwegian attic of dust and dollars

A new van Gogh painting has very recently been discovered, more than 120 years after the painter’s death. The stunning landscape painting — having spent most of its life hidden away under sheaths of dust in a Norwegian attic — was originally thought to be a fake.

This discovery is particularly astonishing because the work is from the same period as some of van Gogh’s greatest, such as The Yellow House and Sunflowers — a period when the artist was living in Arles in southern France.

Experts from the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam have called the discovery “absolutely sensational,” “a once in a lifetime experience,”  have said that and that “a discovery of this magnitude has never before occurred in the history of the Van Gogh Museum.” Indeed, the discovery of the painting — titled Sunset at Montmajour — is a tremendous addition to the oeuvre of the famous painter. Montmajour depicts the bright countryside of Arles, where van Gogh was working during the time, in shades of mustard and vivid green; a ruined abbey dots the hillside in the distance.

The story behind the discovery is a common thread: the original owner of the painting had his doubts about its legitimacy, and so — rather than face embarrassment by his peers for being in possession of a phony — he thrust the painting up into the attic, where it would sit for years, untouched.

The owner, Christian Nicolai Mustad, a Norwegian industrialist, bought the painting in 1908 upon the suggestion of art historian Jens Thiis, the director of the National Museum in Oslo at the time. A French ambassador later visited Mustad, wryly insinuating the painting was either a fake or wrongly attributed. With the number of forgeries floating around during the time, Mustad became wary and rather than research the painting, he hid it away, to be kept from art admirers and collectors until this year.

Mustad passed away in 1970, and the painting has been rejected as a fake several times since, but after extensive research into the style and technique, experts are finally comfortable calling it an official work by van Gogh. As of September 24, the painting has been put up on display as part of a “Van Gogh at Work” exhibit at the museum.

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The woman in the pink dress

The story goes that a woman left her apartment for the south of France before World War II, but she continued to diligently pay her rent for decades after. When she died at the age of 91, her apartment was finally opened up, after 70 years of being closed off. Those who were left to disassemble her dusty belongings were astonished to find a large painting of a woman in a rose-coloured dress.

As it turns out, the painting was discovered to be by the renowned Italian artist Boldini, and — get this — the subject of the painting was actually the grandmother of the woman who previously inhabited the apartment.

Tucked into a book amidst Boldini’s preserved belongings was a love note written by Boldini himself, as well as a reference to the date of the painting, 1898, proving its authenticity. The painting had, evidently, never been listed or exhibited. It sold at an auction for nearly $3 million.

Fragments of another world

There are virtually no paintings remaining from the Hellenistic period (321 BC–31 BC), save for a few fragments hinting at the composition and colours used by the decadent ancient Greek and Mediterranean cultures. Recently though, a work has been discovered and restored at the world heritage site at Petra, Jordan, one of the world’s most famous archaeological sites.

The location, most famous for its mix of ancient eastern traditions and Hellenistic architecture, can now also claim 2,000 year-old — circa the first century Anno Domini, if not older — Hellenistic-style wall paintings.

The paintings were found by British conservation specialists who, at the urging of the Petra National Trust, recovered the works over three years, removing thousands of years’ worth of soot, grease and graffiti. Experts have called the discovery “exceptional,” and have even claimed that the uncovered paintings are superior to some Roman works at Herculaneum, the ancient Roman town that was destroyed by volcanic activity in 79 AD.

The realistic depictions of life in the paintings are so vivid that specific species of flowers, birds and insects have been identified. The images include three different vines of grape, ivy and bindweed, the latter of which is associated with the Greek god of wine, Dionysus.

There are also depictions of a demoiselle crane and a Palestinian sunbird, all done in vivid colours. The paintings are thought to be done by the Nabataeans, a group of people who traded with the Greek, Roman, and Egyptian empires, and whose land stretched from Damascus to the Red Sea, and Sinai to the Arabian desert.

The electric blue period

In 2010, 271 new works by Picasso were discovered in Paris. Pierre Le Guennec, a 71-year old retired electrician, was arrested by French police officers when it was found that the unlikely art collector was in possession of hundreds of never-before-seen works by the cubist master.

The works, dated between 1900 and 1932, include portraits of Picasso’s first wife, Olga, nine cubist collages valued at 40 million euros, a watercolour from his “blue” period, as well as around 30 lithographs and 200-odd drawings.

The works were at first thought to be fakes, but art experts have suggested that there’s no way that a counterfeiter could have copied the wide range of styles found in the collection. Le Guennec claimed that the works were gifts from Picasso in return for odd jobs performed around his Côte d’Azur home and studio, but the Picasso family said that the story seems unlikely, as none of the pieces were dated, something Picasso never omitted when gifting his work.

According to an article published by The Telegraph, Picasso’s son Claude said: “To give such a large quantity (away) frankly doesn’t stand up. It was part of his life . . . he always dated, signed and wrote dedications in his gifts, knowing that some people would go on to sell them to meet their needs.”

Le Guennec later changed his story, suggesting that the works were a gift from Picasso’s second wife, Jacqueline Roque, who committed suicide in 1986. The fate of the works hang in the balance, as it was last reported that the rightful possession of the drawings and paintings would be determined in a legal battle.

Sep 30. 2013 Corrections

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The article, “Engineering students show need for speed,” incorrectly stated that totem poles from Nahino Park are stored in the former Shell gas station building. Phil McCoy from Facility Management clarified this point and explained that various facilities use the building for storage. The area has also been used for the softball team’s batting practice “for about ten years,” says head coach Mike Rennie.

In the article “TransLink to review public art policy,” it mentions that TransLink is reacting to public opinion with their decision to review the policy. However, according to Derek Zabel, TransLink media relations, TransLink had undertaken this initiative prior to any public interest.

The Dilettantes hits home with campus novel tale

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The Dilettantes by Michael Hingston takes place at a university’s student newspaper, and, as a frequent contributor to my university’s newspaper, I was instantly intrigued. As I read more about the book, I became suspicious of the coincidences I encountered; the cover blurb described a “west coast campus” and a student paper also called The Peak. Turns out it was referring to the very same paper you’re holding now.

The Dilettantes follows fourth-year students and Peak editors Alex and Tracy as they near the end of their degrees at SFU. The main conflict arises when the free daily paper, Metro, gets approved for on-campus distribution. Alex, as Features editor, is distraught and convinced that the arrival of Metro will sink The Peak. To add insult to injury, Metro’s sole correspondent seems to get the scoop on all campus gossip, including a Hollywood star returning to university.

Sprinkled throughout are snapshots of life as a university student and a 20-something in the 21st century. Alex grapples with his cynicism and lack of sex life, Tracy flounders after the end of a long-term relationship, and we get a glimpse of some of the behind-the-scenes drama at The Peak offices.

As the characters walked around campus — from coffeeshop to bookstore, classroom to tutorial, rez to library — I could distinctly picture the routes in my mind. The descriptions of Arthur Erickson’s architecture, encounters with film crews on campus, and the bumpy bus ride up the hill felt all too familiar.

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Michael Hingston, author and former Peak editor

I swelled with a bit of pride reading about the campus, but noted that readers who haven’t attended SFU would be able to easily follow Hingston’s colourful prose. Although the commentary on the state of the university and an apathetic student population was predictable, it was well done.

These fourth-year characters feel incredibly authentic because Hingston wrote exactly what he saw firsthand, “I have been writing [the manuscript] since my final years at SFU,” explains Hingston. “I started taking notes on observations and routes, and how people interacted.”

The novel takes place in the recent past, during 2008-09, which neatly coincides with when Hingston graduated from SFU with an English Honours degree. He was also a contributor, editor, and columnist at The Peak during his undergraduate career. His experience and research have created a precise snapshot of university workings, including student government elections and production night on Fridays at the paper.

The book itself is lovely and includes fictionalized course outlines, a map of the Burnaby campus, and even text message screenshots. Hingston’s wit is paired well with the campus tale of Peak vs. Metro, and includes feuding clubs, broken hearts, and Pub Night hookups. With hidden tidbits of The Peak and SFU that would slip by most readers — such as playing with the paper’s tagline — The Dilettantes is an enjoyable read.

One of the characters, Alex, is cynical of other students and resistant to change, yet recognizes his aloof attitude as cold and unapproachable. Alex eventually realizes he needs to “pass the torch,” which Hingston says is unique to a student paper. “You’ve built something up [as an editor] but it’s not like a workplace — the subsequent person can just change it, or may not even know your process exists.”

Talking about inspiration, Hingston says that he did channel parts of himself in obvious ways, but moved away from the original influences over time. “I only attended Burnaby campus, and it was an interesting and isolated space,” he says. The film crews, so-called “commuter campus” status, and the inferiority complex between SFU and UBC all piqued his interest. “I thought it would be a cool backdrop for a campus novel, and I don’t think a student paper has been done before, at least not a Canadian campus.”

The Dilettantes is officially available as of September 10, 2013, but copies can also be ordered directly from Hingston who will not only autograph them, but also write a behind-the-scenes tidbit within the pages. Each comment is unique and Hingston says he’s lost count but has not repeated any.

When pressed for some of the insider information, Hingston mentions the character Steve, an editor at the paper, who creates anagrams of his own name instead of recruiting real contributors. Steve was based on an actual editorial incident while Hingston was at the paper, but they didn’t figure it out until after the editor was gone.

Vancouver needs to open up its music scene

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I love live music. I love when sound waves completely fill a space, when I can feel the vibrations in my chest, when I can look up and watch a performance — an artist in the zone, transcending. I love the community feeling, the thrill when one feels connected. I love discovering something new, something I’ve never heard: a sound reminding me that innovation isn’t dead. And I fucking love to dance.

When I arrived in Vancouver, I was excited to check out the music scene. It’s the Pacific Northwest, after all, and I know there’s great music here. I started looking for bars and clubs with a good live music setup. I know Vancouver has larger venues — the Commodore, Rogers Arena, BC Place, etc. — where bigger acts can play, but I was (and still am) looking for a spot featuring local artists that successfully marries music and community.

The Electric Owl is a good smallish concert spot, but that’s really all it is. The Libra Room on the Drive attracts some pretty awesome jazz, but the band is relegated to a corner surrounded by tables. It’s a sit-down spot, and nothing more.

One night, after some searching on Yelp, I wound up at The Railway Club. It’s a cool little place, cramped in an attic sort of way, and has some legitimate character. I love the toy train looping around the track on the ceiling, the dim red lighting, and somewhat dingy carpeting. The band performing that night was what I would call a jam band: a cute, yet quirky girl singer jumping, bounding, and body-rolling propelled by the sounds emanating from her bandmates. They were fun, if not technically perfect; it was impossible not to move, and I found myself grinning as I watched sweat and spit flying.

This is the first bar I’ve been to in Vancouver where a stranger said hello to me (excluding drunken come-ons). We got to talking, and I asked him where he went to hear local stuff. He responded with a non-answer: the Railway Club sometimes, but he said that mostly the good local stuff is underground.

An underground scene means an exclusive scene that’s hidden from the masses.

I’m gonna be frank: I think the term “underground” is bullshit. An underground music scene means an exclusive scene, one that’s hidden from the masses. I understand the romance of such an existence for the musician and their “true” fans — only seeing bands that know and appreciate you — but it leaves the rest of us out in the cold. It also means the music can only go so far, and will only ever reach a set number of ears. It’s impossible for a bring-people-together music scene to thrive when the majority of the good stuff is kept out of reach.

There’s a spot called Kingston Mines in the States that’s open until 4:00 a.m. every day. It’s got two stages, and the funk, blues, and Motown are absolutely incredible. You’ll find old biker dudes, aged trophy wives, and enthusiastic twentysomethings — among others — bopping along to the jams, populating the dance floor, gyrating their hips, and leaning against the bar conversing. The tiny kitchen in the back cranks out towers of onion rings until 3:00 a.m. daily. It’s a completely unselfconscious spot, and it’s fucking magic.

I have no desire to dwell on the past. Kingston Mines is merely an example of what I think is lacking in Vancouver — a place where artists can share their music with anyone and everyone. My plea to the Vancouver music community is to let outsiders in. Venues need to know that there are plenty of music lovers out there, and that if you foster a music scene, people will come. And they’ll spend.

Interest-free student loans are the way to go

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Sept 30 2013 copy

For all the things PEI fails to accomplish, the Maritimes’ little brother does do one thing right — student loans. Since October 1, 2012, all student loans in the province have been given with a zero per cent interest rate, as opposed to the system most often adopted which sees interest rates beginning to accumulate soon after a student graduates.

BC — and all of Canada — would greatly benefit from implementing this system as a means to alleviate the ever-increasing amount of student debt.

However, this change to BC student loans requires students to face the reality that the government isn’t going to step in first; the government will not start using taxpayers’ dollars to cover a greater portion of tuition costs. Rather, tuition will continue to outcompete inflation in a horrible race resulting in more students having not enough money and being forced to turn to the dreaded student loan system.

As it stands in BC, this generally much needed financial assistance comes largely free of charge until the day a student trades in the warm bed of academia for a colder-by-comparison shower of reality. At this point, the former undergraduate is left with a veritable ticking time-bomb of financial responsibility. In BC, the average student loan upon graduation is approximately $35,000 — which is well above the national average of $27,000.

It does not have to be this way, nor should it. Unlike the majority of other loans, student loans are taken out with the expectation that the recipient will create a positive externality for our society. Therefore, student loans should not be subject to the same restrictions of a normal loan.

Despite arguments to the contrary about certain degree programs, those taking out student loans are doing so with the intention of joining the skilled workforce. As such, the government should treat these loans as an investment in the future of our economy.

Tuition will continue to outcompete inflation in a horrible race.

Moreover, a person taking out a student loan is in the process of increasing his or her earning potential. Payscale Canada reports the median salary of a person with a Bachelor’s Degree and less than one year of experience in their field at just above $40,000. However, once those with degrees enter the five to nine year mark, their median salary is around 1.5 times higher at approximately $60,000. As a result, the risk that they will default on the loan would be significantly lower if the burden of incurred interest did not exist.

If creditors need assurance about repayment once a student graduates, they can turn to another island’s solution as further evidence against student loan interest. Australia — along with its superior voting system — simply mandates that citizens pay off their government-issued student loan as a percentage of their income once their annual earnings rise above $40,000.

The government should treat these loans as an investment in the of future our economy.

This removes the necessity of interest, and further reduces the risk associated with student financial aid. Australia’s website on education directly states that “the government is not trying to make profits off of your loan as a bank would.” Why would we as BC students not want the same respect and esteem for our educational pursuits?

A low risk, high reward loan from the government to a student should come with a zero per cent interest rate because of the tremendously beneficial nature of the investment. Being that society as a whole generally benefits from an increase in the skilled workforce, and that tuition costs are not likely to lower or stagnate any time soon, it’s only logical that the government ceases to charge interest on student loans.