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Deepak Sharma wins SFSS Presidency

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“Deepak, your life is going to be hell for the next year [. . .] but this is it, you’re elected, you’re the next President.”

Those were the words from outgoing Simon Fraser Student Society (SFSS) President Enoch Weng, moments after Deepak Sharma was announced as the new President-elect of the SFSS.

Both referendum questions passed and with over 19 percent voter turnout, the referendum overcame the five percent threshold to be passed.

Whi12904004_1038788812871867_630958366_ole all 11 Connected slate members went undefeated, not all were winners. The Science representative race saw a tie after polls, with both slate member Tomas Rapaport and Jimmy Dhesa garnering 280 votes. Independent Electoral Commissioner (IEC) Vanna Lodders commended the candidates on the campaign they ran: “Everybody acted like adults — for the most part.”

Sharma, current VP Student Life, spoke to The Peak about how he’s excited to use the next 365 days to put his plans into action. “We’ve all spoke a lot,” he said. “Now it’s time, come May 1, for our actions to speak louder than our words.”

He spoke to the lessons he learned during his campaign: “As a team and as a leader, you’re only as strong as your weakest link.”

“Now it’s time, come May 1, for our actions to speak louder than our words.”

– Deepak Sharma, SFSS President-elect

After it was announced that Sharma won, his opponent Darien Lechner, who ran as an independent, congratulated his opponent as is tradition. Said Lechner, “The voters are never wrong.” Lechner during his campaign brought up issues regarding the Build SFU project and bylaw reform. He mentioned that he is looking to work with the new board on these issues. Said Lechner, “I hope they stick to their promises.”

However, the real surprising moment of the night came when the announcement for Science representatives ended in a tie for candidates Jimmy Dhesa and Tomas Rapaport. “I thought that the student body would be torn with the pick, and definitely that’s what did happen,” said Dhesa.

His suggestion was to have both of them sit on the board in lieu of the missing seat for the Environment representative without a candidate. Lodders said the IEC will get back with what happens in the coming days, as she could not find anything immediate in the case of a tie.

The VP Finance race was especially close with Connected Slate candidate Hangue Kim winning with 55.9 percent. Said Kim, “I feel great.” He spoke to the overlap between him and his opponent Ibrahim Hafeez. Hafeez said to The Peak about the results, “I’m happy [. . .] I poured in my 100 percent.”

Curtis Pooghkay won the VP Student Life with a 76.3 percent approval rate. He expressed pride in all the Connected members, and was happy with the effort his slate put forward during the campaign season.

“I’m really happy about our Connected results, I think that everyone that won deserved it and I think that everyone that won worked hard for it.”

The most decisive winner of the night was Larissa Chen, who won the VP Student Services position with a 86.5 percent approval. She was also the most emotional of the night, breaking into tears upon hearing her victory.

“I know I’m crying right now, but I’m not crying for myself. I’m crying for my team, they got in and I’m so emotional,” she said. “I just Facetimed my mom and she’s so proud of me and I got 86 [per cent approval] and that’s an approval in Asian standards.”

Arr Farah rounded out the rest of the Connected executive winners, taking VP University Relations with 77.6 perfect approval. When asked how he was feeling, he said “Feels great. My whole team won.” When asked how he felt that the election was over, he said “It’s great. I can get back to doing school stuff.”

12903977_1038788816205200_563026550_oAfter all the announcements, the Connected slate went to the Highland Pub to celebrate. They won’t have to worry about their next step for a bit, and Pooghkay mentioned that they wanted to be together to celebrate.

However, it won’t be soon before they take over the SFSS, and Weng had outgoing words for Sharma.

“You’re going to suffer a lot, you’re going to make sacrifices, sometimes you’re going to wake up wondering what the heck you’re doing. But this is it, you’re elected, you’re the next president. You gotta carry it on, I’m passing the torch on to you. I have high hopes for you.

When you go on, stand up proud, be proud of yourself. Speak the truth, be genuine. Care for the students, I know you’ve got to care. Carry it through, okay, Deepak? Just do what you’re doing. But people love you, that’s why they voted you in. Keep that trust, and do good for students. Best of luck.”

Final results

President: Deepak Sharma, 63.2 percent / Darien Lechner, 38.8 percent

VP University Relations: Arr Farah, 77.6 percent approval

VP Student Services: Larissa Chen, 86.5 percent approval

VP Student Life: Curtis Pooghkay, 76.3 percent approval

VP External Relations: Christine Dyson, 66.3 percent / Archit Bansal, 33.7 percent

VP Finance: Hangue Kim, 55.9 percent / Ibrahim Hafeez, 44.1 percent

Science representative: Tie Tomas Rapaport, 50 percent / Jimmy Dhesa, 50 percent

Health science representative: Raajan Garcha, 80 percent approval

Education representative: John Ragone, with 85 percent approval

FCAT representative: Prab Bassi, 70.5 percent approval

Business representative: Pritesh Pachchigar, 78.3 percent approval

Arts and social sciences representative: Blossom Malhan, 54.2 percent / Erwin Kwok, 45.8 percent

Applied sciences representative: Alan Lee, 69.2 percent / Prashant Verma, 31.8 percent

At-large representatives: Paul Hans for 36.5 percent / BK Bwakura with 21.7 percent

Full article will be posted shortly. Check back for live updates as the story progresses.

WEB COLUMN | TIM’S BIT — Writer’s block: the constipation of the mind

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Tim’s Bit: Tirades on our stupidest things. . . is a new web-exclusive column featuring Tim Mottishaw’s comedic tirades on some of our humanity’s dumbest problems, with regards to culture, society and politics. Read moreTim’s Bit here!


 

[dropcap]I [/dropcap]have recently discovered the worst possible thing that can happen to a writer, and it isn’t losing a hand. It is writer’s block; an evil that not even Mnemosyne, the Greek goddess of memory, can always combat.

For those who are lucky enough to say, “what are you talking about Tim? What’s writer’s block?” I’ll tell you: it is the inability to write, the cerebral version of a bowel blockage. It’s mental constipation that can bring a writer to tears and fits of madness.

Now you read this and think, oh it can’t be that bad, you just don’t have inspiration.

Bite your tongue.

Imagine being physically constipated (you lactose intolerant people out there know what I mean). Remember that time you just had to have ice cream and your pills didn’t work? It’s like me in highschool — all these wonderful thoughts going on in your head, and they just won’t come out.

There are two common forms of writer’s block for me. The distracted kind — I would sit with my notepad, after a rousing conversation with my friend who often gives me inspiration, or pushes my buttons to fire me up, and stare at it. I would wonder how they get the ink in the pen, why blue lines on the paper, why different gauges of paper, why paper, why not linen, I like linens, I like my clothes, I need new shirts, I better get a job, I have a job, it’s writing, oh shit I’m supposed to be writing. What was I writing about? There’s nothing on the page! Ah crap, what should I put on the page? Just write Tim, just use your pen. I wonder how they get ink in a pen. . .

The brain fart kind is the second most common and the most despicable of the two. That’s when you stare at your page with your pen in hand and are lucky if even the Oscar Mayer weiner song goes through your head. And if it does, it’s like all nine muses have spoken to you at once and you weep with joy that your mind thought of something, and you lament at the fact that it is copywritten and unusable.

Ah crap, what should I put on the page? Just write Tim, just use your pen. I wonder how they get ink in a pen…

Most of the time, if I am lucky, writer’s block only lasts a couple hours to a day. Nothing a good movie, some swimming, dodgeball, sex, or other mental or physical activity can’t fix. Sometimes it’s a song, or a great conversation with your friends about what you are writing to get the old juices flowing again.

Sometimes it’s as easy as just sitting down with your pen and a note pad, and simply writing about how you have nothing coming out of your head. Sometimes even a healthy bout of procrastination can get the pressure on to scare the words out of your head. One good trigger and you’re good to go.

This time, I had no trigger. For the last week I have had deadlines creep ever closer to the point where I am not even sure if I am late for any. I went beyond the panic stage. I went into some sort of constipated zen place. A calm, that was magnified by the yoga I tried for the first time last week, then back to the panic stage, as I got an email from a classmate asking how the projects are going.

There is this massage you can give a constipated patient at a hospital that can help. . . get things moving. Sometimes it works, other times not so much. Today without warning (after coffee with this cute guy I like) I found myself running for the house and writing this.

It would appear he is my mental massage. Now this isn’t my King Lear, nor is it my Two Gentlemen of Verona. It simply is my intellectual diarrheatic. I share it because with final papers and exams coming up for many students in North America, it’s good to know you’re not alone, and like after my highschool years it does get better.
Maybe this will be your mental exlax. Good Luck!

One day, same-sex parenting won’t be a big deal

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[dropcap]I[/dropcap]t’s amazing what a photo can do once it has gone viral. Though the above photo of two dads cradling their newborn son, Milo (via surrogacy) was taken in 2014, it has since resurfaced with a deceptive story. According to CBC, one of the fathers, BJ Barone, learned through a cousin in Italy that the photo was being used to, well, hate on gays.

Politicians in Europe and Ireland have been using the photo to advocate against same-sex parenting. Thankfully, the photo continues to dominate the Internet with an overwhelming amount of positivity. Since it was posted, it has received over 41,000 Facebook likes. “To know that we have an effect on people we don’t even know [. . .] is incredible,” says the couple on a CBC video, despite it being used for more insidious means. It’s terribly sad to see a photo of such love used to counter the gay rights movement.

No matter how far we have come, there are still those willing to twist positive messages to their means. Instead of writing about how this is still horrendously true, I want to actually touch on it at a slightly different angle: I believe that one day, news of a same-sex couple becoming parents will be mundane. And, of course, I mean this for the better. Two dads or two moms having a child will not make headlines and cause such uproars in the future.

According to the UK Department of Education, in 2014, gay couples adopted 180 infants, and lesbian couples adopted 150. This was a rise from the 120 children adopted by gay and lesbian parents in 2011, and it was much attributed to changes to UK adoption laws. So as much as European politicians want to use a photo of two dads and their baby, I honestly don’t think they’re going to achieve anything with it.

Call me naïve, but how long can there still be people who look down upon same-sex marriage and adoption, especially when current generations growing up are bringing in these new, open-minded perspectives? If we’re the millennial generation, sharing photos left and right, Facebook-liking them, and spreading love all over the Internet, don’t you feel we’ll be capable of removing some of this bigotry?

Progress is happening, but more can be possible if attention given to negative news is lessened. The photo of the dads and their son Milo is the perfect example of this. It has been so well received and adored, yet used for regressive political aims as well. The less attention we give to the things that hurt us, the less power they have — a notion that expands beyond same sex issues.

Let’s focus more on the things that really matter, people!

Grace N. Howl on the SFSS Campaign Trail ’16: The Final Countdown

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Hello SFU,

As the campaign comes to a close and the results of the fate of the SFSS soon to be determined, I wanted to remind all of you of the importance of voting. Specifically, the importance of voting for ME, Grace N. Howl, as your next SFSS president.

Throughout the campaign I have worked non-stop to remind you all that I am the candidate with the greatest promise and the biggest bank account. I am a shining example of promise and someone who will do more than talk her pretty face off, unlike some of the other candidates. Aside from the talk of students building schools, voter apathy, and beer gardens that didn’t flourish, I feel like some of the current candidates aren’t hitting the hard-hitting issues at all. They are just barely scratching the surface. They fill the air with high level talk and circling dialogue that, let’s be honest, sounds a lot like a broken President Petter track played on repeat. With no way to turn it off to save your bleeding ears.

If you want engagement, then rise up and stand behind me. With my inheritance I will be able to build nap rooms so that you can kick out those people drooling onto the keyboards. These nap rooms will be able to give students the ability to recharge from a long night of procrastination and woeful drinking — after all, how else can you engage the world if you’re passed out and hungover? People of greatness thrive on cheap, plastic gymnastics mats! Who wants to say that I’m a thoughtless and heartless egomaniac now? I eat humble pie every morning for breakfast to remind myself of how great I am, and these other over confident candidates really should too.

Once I am elected as SFSS president, I vow to stay connected to all the current candidates as well bringing myself to take advice from the other lesser known candidates. The avocado is kind of like the John Kasich of this race: you have no idea who he is, nor did you know that he was running. This is the lack of engagement I am talking about, people! How can you call yourself an engaged student of an engaged university if you don’t even engage what’s beyond your sad Instagram feed? The avocado and I will do great things, even if he is having an identity crisis right now. I also vow to accept him for who he chooses to be (#IStandBehindTheAvocado).

Engaging with important things and throwing money around for the betterment of students. If that’s not a Howling success, then I think I might be too mighty for petty student politics. Either way, you better just check my name off on the ballot and not think about it. Don’t want to scramble your hardworking brains.

Grace N. Howl

After two years We Are The City returns to Vancouver

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We Are the City hits Vancouver in support of its latest release Above Club.

Minutes after Justin Bieber got off stage in Rogers Arena, We Are The City’s show began at the Imperial, a few blocks down the road. The experimental pop group, made up of Cayne Mckenzie (vocals, synths), David Menzel (guitar), and Andrew Huculiak (percussion), had a certain expectation for their audience: that we all came together to discover something, to find meaning in chaos, to search for purpose in a dark club. Throughout the show, Cayne “shhshhd” the audience, called out an idiotic crowd surfer and mocked a pocket of disruptive jerks close to the front. There was a contract between the audience and performers: that we understood their art and that they would help us find what we came searching for.

We Are The City’s most recent record Above Club walks a subversive line between fleeting escapism and nihilistic tragedy; it’s an album to put on when you want to lose yourself, but one that is constantly questioning this mindset. The Vancouver-based trio, who haven’t played a hometown show in two years, deconstructed the experience of pop music, stripping its form to chaotic discords and philosophically examining the implications of club culture. My favorite track from the recent EP is Club Music, a satire of EDM with an experimental barrage of dance loops and chaotic rhythms. The chorus shouts “Please, let dance music start after we have time to get messed up.”

At one point in between songs, Cayne looked out at the audience and spoke into the mic, “Sometimes there’s nothing to say.” Although they hardly interacted with the audience the eccentric band maintained a level of masterful control throughout their set, subtly rearranging the timing of certain tracks to emphasize certain beats, emotions or lyrics. In Lovers In All Things, Cayne faced the audience and spoke with his hands, as if performing a sermon. “Read the Bible, believe the Bible, need the Bible, believe the Spirit,” he sung gently.  

“Friends Hurt,” from their album Violent, begins with the lyric “my home videos won’t mean a thing in fifty years that day will come and all I’ve done is rendered forgotten.” Before playing the song, Andrew Huculiak, the acrobatic drummer, reminded the audience that this moment will happen only once, this singular instance where we’re all gathered together with these particular songs played in this particular way. It’s fleeting.

As a band that subverts expectations, demands the attention of their audience and doesn’t even play their biggest local hit to date, “Happy New Year,” it’s perhaps a little odd that We Are The City finished their set with “Kiss Me, Honey,” by far the most radio-friendly track from Above Club. But this closing track pulled the band’s entire thematic palette into a coherent picture — the feelings of dislocation, the deconstruction of pop music, the desire to seek God and maybe find Him through these chaotic sounds.

During this closing dance track, with the instruments drowning out Cayne’s vocals and our own singing, we were all in another place, including the idiotic crowd surfer, the intoxicated jerks, and everyone I was brushing shoulders with close to the stage. Had we all found what we were looking for?

“Here and now. I can’t figure it out. Here and now. I can’t figure it out. Kiss me honey like you mean it, and repeat it, and repeat it.”

CENTRE STAGE: In Review: Tu te souviendras de moi, Gallim Dance, Ga Ting (Family), Memory Wax/Danza Teatro Retazos at VIDF, and Reclaiming Hope

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Wonderland put on by Gallim Dance might not have had a singular narrative thread but it was excellent none the less.

Tu te souviendras de moi – Theatre la seizieme

March 8–12; Studio 16

Last fall, I saw a play presented by Ruby Slippers Theatre at The Cultch called You Will Remember Me. The play was presented in translation from the original by Francois Archambault, and this past week I had the pleasure of seeing that original at Theatre la Seizieme. I had immensely enjoyed the Ruby Slippers production, but seeing it in French was even better — it made the references to Renee Levesque make more sense and seemed to fit better with the characters personalities and idiosyncrasies.

The protagonist is Édouard (Guy Nadon), a retired professor who has a razor sharp memory for dates and events, but he is losing his short term memory. He doesn’t remember what he had for breakfast, or the name of his daughter’s boyfriend, but he can tell you anything you want to know about important historical events, and he has an opinion about everything. Nadon gave a nuanced, honest performance as he slips further into Alzheimer’s.

  Édouard’s wife, Madeleine (Johanne-Marie Tremblay), decides she’s had enough and drops her husband off at her daughter’s house for the weekend. Isabelle’s boyfriend, Patrick (Claude Despins), ends up taking care of him because Isabelle (Marie-Hélène Thibault) has to work, and the two of them develop a special relationship with Édouard constantly asking Patrick what his name is, who he is, and what he does for a living.

When Patrick decides to go play poker, he hires his 19-year-old daughter, Bérénice (Emmanuelle Lussier Martinez), to look after Édouard. The chemistry between the two of them was brilliant as Édouard keeps thinking Bérénice must be one of his students, and she keeps up her indifferent attitude. That is until Édouard begins thinking she might be his daughter who committed suicide at 19, whose middle name was Bérénice. She decides to go along with this story and the scene where she tells him it wasn’t his fault that she took her life almost brought me to tears. They share another beautiful moment in the final scene where Bérénice reads one of Édouard’s diary entries to him, and the lesson we take away is that sometimes the present moment is enough to keep you going.   


 

Wonderland – Gallim Dance

Chutzpah! Festival

March 10–13; Norman and Annettte Rothstein Theatre

This multi-faceted work by Gallim Dance’s artistic director, Andrea Miller, was a unique exploration of pack mentality. Through various interpretations of what it means to be part of a pack, the eight dancers, dressed in minimal fitted costumes, followed each other’s lead and formed pyramids, dogpiles, and herds to depict the effects of this mentality.

The work moved through various scenes, and there was never a dull moment: the dancers breaking into song a few times, including singing the Mickey Mouse song. About halfway through the show, they stood at the front of the stage and each took a bow as if it was the finale, but then the show shifted gears from whimsical and fantastical to dark and aggressive.

Cartoon-like depictions and impressive leaps, lifts, and formations made the work exciting to watch, and I enjoyed some of their symbolic moments such as each dancer running and jumping head first into another who was standing strong as a wall at the side of the stage. In another scene they each ran and slid onto the stage, the dancer before them moving out of the way just in time for them not to collide.

While this work didn’t have one narrative thread to follow, the theme was very clear and each scene contributed to it by depicting a different aspect that the choreographer was exploring. It’s another solid performance to add to the list of inspiring dance at Chutzpah!.  


 

Ga Ting (Family) – The Frank Theatre Company

March 8–19; Vancity Culture Lab at The Cultch

A Chinese couple have lost their son, and after his funeral they finally invite his partner over for dinner. Matt has never met Kevin’s parents, though he talked about them often, but they chose to ignore the fact that he was gay, and he never brought it up. After Kevin moved to Vancouver from Toronto, they spoke less often and his parents didn’t have to witness his lifestyle that they didn’t approve of.

Matt (Brian J. Sutton) is in Toronto for business and visits the Lees to deliver a painting that Kevin made for them. They never thought being an artist was a good idea for their son either. The conversation is awkward at the best of times, and once Matt tries to explain to them that Kevin was unhappy and could have used their support, Mr. Lee (BC Lee) loses his temper, they accuse each other of being racist, and Mr. Lee tells Matt to leave. Mrs. Lee (Alannah Ong) isn’t done with him though — she wants answers about what happened the night her son died.

This wonderfully balanced exchange between Matt and the Lees is riveting as we learn more about that night and their relationship. The Lees speak in Chinese to say things they don’t want Matt to hear (there were surtitles above the stage), and these moments add some humour to the heavy subject matter. All three actors worked beautifully together, and the themes of family communication and acceptance will resonate with anyone.  


 

Possible Impossible and Crisalida — Memory Wax/Danza Teatro Retazos

Vancouver International Dance Festival

March 11 and 12; Vancouver Playhouse

The only thing that disappointed me about this show was that the house wasn’t full. Such a stunning work of art deserved a full audience, but the ones who were there thoroughly enjoyed this collaboration between Memory Wax of Sweeden and Danza Teatro Retazos of Cuba.

The first half, Possible Impossible, featured fantastical animal head masks and took place somewhere that the laws of time and space are no longer valid. The dancers began the piece in simple black and white outfits, dancing around a table, banging out an infectious rhythm on it and walking through doorways to alternate realities. They returned to the stage each wearing a different animal head mask, one of them with a caricature style woman’s head that seems disconnected from the rest of her body as she moved beneath it.

With the show progressively becoming more uncanny, the dancers wore plain white masks on the back of their heads and different coloured wigs covering their faces, dancing with their backs to the audience and making it difficult to determine which side was their front or back. In another scene they danced over, around, and with a square black table, using the prop for clever moves and impressive group formations. Finally, they donned red outfits, white masks, and large blond curly wigs to become to create a carnival mood.

The second half, Crisalida, was much different. It began with one woman sitting low on a chair, her back to us and her legs straight up in the air. Her legs danced in the spotlight, and then a male dancer joined her on stage and danced with her legs until a group of dancers joined her, all in nude outfits and paired up to perform a beautiful, lyrical sequence.

One of the most innovative segments had the dancers lying flat on the stage, a bird’s eye view projected onto the back wall of the stage. The dancers moved as if they were vertical, standing on each other and making it look like they were resisting gravity. It was very clever, and I’m sure not easy. Another scene had the dancers using chairs as props, playing musical chairs as they each moved to an empty chair as one dancer tried to sit in it.

This show was such a treat to watch and had a bit of everything: comedy, innovation, drama, emotion, and beauty. I was thoroughly impressed at the skill of these dancers and the creative minds of the choreographers.


 

Reclaiming Hope – Theatre for Living

March 10–April 2; various venues in Vancouver

I wasn’t sure what I signed up for when I went to see this show billed as “theatre without a play,” but it sounded like an interesting concept. The audience would show up and a theatrical experience would be co-created before our eyes. The theme of turning fears into hope also sounded very appealing, so I thought what the hell, let’s see what this will be like.

David Diamond, Artistic and Managing Director of Theatre for Living, was the host of the event, and he confirmed for us that there wasn’t a troupe of actors waiting to take the stage. Instead, three members from the audience would share a story about a time they had to make a difficult decision and had to contend with voices of fear in their heads, and we would vote on the one we wanted to see expanded theatrically.

That, of course, is a risky proposition, and you never know what people are going to offer up or if it will turn out well. The night I attended we had to choose among a story about deciding whether or not to move back to South Africa, deciding whether to invest retirement money in unethical funds, and whether or not to sell your car. We overwhelmingly voted for the story about how to invest wisely while making sure to uphold your beliefs and be assured the funds aren’t being used by corporations that harm the planet.

At this point, the evening seemed quite promising and there was a good energy in the room. But as things progressed, it was hard to maintain interest. The woman who told the story we chose remained onstage and was joined by three others who took the shape of three different voices of fear that she had been experiencing. Then, in what felt like group therapy or a strange high school drama class, we worked on pulling apart each voice of fear, analyzing it, and trying to connect it to other situations and broader themes.

I commend Diamond for his work to further social progress through theatre, but I’m not sure that this production was successful. Although he did mention at the outset that the goal was not to psychoanalyze the storyteller, it seemed like we spent our time analyzing her individual story of personal financial struggle while letting the major issues like environmental degradation fall to the wayside.

This was a unique experience that will provide different insights each time and maybe another night would have been a completely different experience. As a theatrical experience, this wasn’t my cup of tea: I didn’t find it very entertaining or compelling. As an exploration of societal fears and how we can turn those into hopes, though, it may prove very valuable. In the end, each participant will take something different away with them.  

Junior Boys play a memorable show at The Imperial

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Canadian electro-pop duo Junior Boys wow crowd during show promoting its latest release.

Tonight I was fortunate enough to have a friend bestow upon me the opportunity to go see a music show at the exotic Imperial Theatre. The band that was playing was a Canadian Electro-pop duo named Junior Boys. Being your archetypal alt-electro-pop introvert, I could not help myself to the free ticket made available from an uncle’s sudden decision to not attend.

I was fairly nervous on the way to the show — it’s been a while since I have attended the show of a band whose demographic is primarily that of the mid-adolescent to late-adolescent, East Van-hipster crowd. I’ve never quite felt like I fit in, and this would always be emphasized in the weed-scented-septum-piercing-all-black-wearing crowds that dominated these shows. Needless to say, although the crowd was exactly as I imagined it would be — The Imperial is literally a block from the Rickshaw; what did I expect? The music of Junior Boys would inevitably eclipse this irrational sense of debasement and re-introduce me to all of the qualities of the concert experience that I fell in love with.

The duo began this tour in order to promote the recent release of their 2016 album Big Black Coat. They started off with a track off their newest album which was well-received but, like all new albums, was treated as a warm-up for the crowd. I could immediately tell that at least 95 percent of the crowd consisted of dedicated fans that have grown up with Junior Boys since their critically acclaimed debut Last Exit (2004), and So This Is Goodbye (2006), because the crowd would react so strongly at the intro of certain songs and lesser to others that I could pretty much guess the entire tracklist of their most respected works. Beautiful-drunk-hipsters would sway so hard to the beat of “Teach Me How To Fight,” “Double Shadow,” and “So This is Goodbye” that I began to notice groups of people synchronized to each other’s ‘sways’ — as if the whole Chinese-themed theatre were overtaken by glossy, colourful jellyfish.

The show would contain a couple of memorable highlights that would stick in my head as I left the sweaty venue — memorable moments such as the heavily welcomed guitar-improvisations and over-stretched synth codas, that really attractive-hipster girl crowd surfing three times in a row during the craziness of “In The Morning” — by far the best performance of the night — and the moment when a drunken crowd member was supported onto the front of the stage and Matt Didemus (lead member of the band) would just phlegmatically stare at her in fear that she did not charge into the drum set.

Along with these memories, I left with a newfound joy and affection for both live-music shows and the alternative demographic that plagued these shows. Perhaps what defines a good live-show is simply the show, but rather an ability to create a sense of familial unity between the insiders and the outsiders — and tonight, I definitely felt like an insider.

Bury your gays

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After thinking that there might be a happy ending between Clarke (L) and Lexa (R) The 100 fell intro the trap of TV tropes.

Warning: The 100 spoilers ahead

In “Thirteen,” everyone said goodbye to Lexa kom Tri Kru, Heda (commander) of the 12 clans. People then took to the internet to voice their pain at such a thorough betrayal. Why? Because in a show that promotes itself by saying that they refuse to fall prey to clichés and TV tropes, they used one of the most tired and harmful tropes of all: bury your gays.

Yes, mere seconds after a tender and loving scene between Lexa and protagonist Clarke Griffin, Lexa is accidentally shot and bleeds out. I, and many others, have several issues with this upsetting development.

Firstly, showrunner Jason Rothenberg knew about this outcome before the show even aired in January. He spent his time from “Wanheda” to “Thirteen” building up a relationship between Clarke and Lexa, and selling it on Twitter. “Maybe someday” became the beacon of hope to the fan-base, and we were naïve enough to believe that it could actually happen — a loving, respectful, happy LGBTQ+ relationship on cable.

That hope evaporated the moment that bullet hit Lexa. Once again, a show had linked a happy LGBTQ+ scene with an LGBTQ+ character death, providing the subtext that these relationships are wrong and negative and that LGBTQ+ people deserve the same end on- and off-screen. The entire writing team at The 100 knew that they were looked up to mostly by LGBTQ+ youth, since, in the post-nuclear apocalypse world of The 100, sexuality doesn’t matter. Survival is everyone’s number one priority. Then they kill Lexa off seconds after showing her happily in bed with Clarke, killing any hope these youth had.

There are four confirmed women who love women on this show: Clarke, Lexa, Niylah, and Costia. Three of them have faced violence for loving a woman. Lexa was killed after sleeping with Clarke. Niylah was brutally beaten after sleeping with Clarke. Costia was decapitated for loving Lexa. So maybe we should have seen it coming, but we shouldn’t have to fear an LGBTQ+ death just because the character is happy.

Secondly, Rothenberg said in an interview with AccessHollywood.com that killing Lexa off was necessary because of scheduling conflicts. Offhand, that’s fair. If you can’t get an actress, she can’t be on-screen. But these conflicts only dealt with this season. It might have been possible to get Alycia Debnam-Carey (Lexa) back next season. The point is that killing her off was in no way necessary. Clarke was leaving Lexa in the city of Polis to return to Arkadia. Lexa could have been out of the picture without killing off such a complex, interesting character.

Rothenberg also stated in the same interview that killing Lexa gave him the opportunity to bring together the storylines surrounding the Grounders’ religion and Jaha’s City of Light. The computer AI that makes the City of Light possible is the predecessor of the AI implanted in the back of Lexa’s neck (and every commander pre-Lexa), which gets passed on to the new commander when the old one dies. With Lexa’s death, we got to watch how the two stories connected. It just didn’t need to happen this way.

If only there had been a scene before Lexa was shot, where Clarke asks about Lexa’s back tattoos. . . Oh wait, there was. That would’ve been a great opportunity to show the implant scar on the back of Lexa’s neck and have the storylines combine that way.

Lastly, okay, let’s say Lexa’s death was necessary to the plot development. Why kill her off with a stray bullet? That isn’t a fitting death for the woman who united the 12 Grounder clans under one banner, the commander who always puts her people first. How is a stray bullet a worthy death? More than that, Clarke Griffin is right there beside her. Clarke who is basically a doctor. Clarke who saved Jasper when he had a spear through his chest. How is Clarke not saving Lexa in any way true to her character?

Now I understand if this upsets you, because it upsets me. By all means, contact some of the writers and make your voices heard.

The reaction from writers like Kim Shumway and Javier Grillo-Marxuach, who have taken the time to listen to the overall disappointment of fans, is an encouraging step in the healing process. We can only hope that moving forward, they and Rothenberg can recognize another mistake before it happens to someone else.

Sea of Red to take Vancouver by Storm

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A near record crowd of 50,00 is expected for Friday night’s game.

With the Vancouver Whitecaps season underway and the inaugural Rugby Sevens tournament coming to a close after an extremely successful weekend, the focus of the city shifts towards one of the biggest sporting events of the year. On Friday March 25, the Canadian men’s soccer team will take on powerhouse Mexico at BC Place. The game marks the next step of the Russia 2018 FIFA World Cup Qualifiers.

Canada currently sits second in Group A of CONCACAF qualifying with four points through two games. They captured a 10 win against Honduras back in November at BC Place, followed by a hard fought 00 draw on the road against El Salvador. Mexico sits above them in the four team group with six points. A result against Mexico would put Canada in excellent shape to advance into the fifth and final round of CONCACAF, qualifying them for the 2018 World Cup. Back in 2012 while attempting to qualify for the World Cup in Brazil Canada, the team only needed a draw on the road against Honduras to advance past the fourth round, however they were embarrassed 81 in the decisive game.

When the draw was made up for the qualifying tournament back in August of 2014, Canada sat at 122 in the FIFA world rankings, the lowest in the team’s history. Now just a year and a half later they have climbed to 86th and are continuing to impress. In 2015 the team finished the year with six wins, six draws, and only two losses. They only conceded three goals in their final 12 games of the year.

A result against Mexico would put Canada in excellent shape to advance into the fifth and final round of CONCACAF qualifying for the 2018 World Cup.

Newcomers to the team, such as MLS 2015 Rookie of the Year Cyle Larin of Orlando City, are one of the main reasons for the newfound success. After scoring 17 goals in his first season of MLS play, Larin has added four more in international play for Canada as he finds his scoring touch. Other players that have made the jump from MLS to the National team include a number of Vancouver Whitecaps: Russell Teibert, Sam Adekugbe, Marco Bustos, Fraser Aird, and Kianz Froese have all see time with the senior team over the last year. Several of them could see playing time in the upcoming games against Mexico.

Last November, the men’s team returned to Vancouver for the first time in over a decade. Usually playing at BMO Field in Toronto, the game was moved to Vancouver due to renovations. With a raucous home crowd of 20,108 cheering on the boys in red (over double average crowd in Toronto over the last two years), Canada was able to claim a 1–0 victory over Honduras. The success and enthusiasm of the crowd made it an easy decision to bring the team back to Vancouver for their next game.

The current record for a National team soccer game attendance in Canada is 54,027, which was set in the semi-final match between Canada and England at the 2015 Women’s World Cup. The record for a men’s national team game is 51,936 set back in 1994. With over 50,000 tickets already sold for the game on the 25th and a large walk-up crowd expected on game day, there is a chance that a new record could be set. The sea of red will be a huge piece in helping our team to victory. With a sellout capacity of 54,500 and the entire stadium open, BC Place will be rocking when Canada takes on Mexico.

Young Women in Business break boundaries at 2016 conference

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Nicolle Hodges from CTV speaks as the host of the conference.

Young Women in Business (YWiB), a club on campus devoted to creating a supportive network of women who wish to grow professionally, hosted their fifth International Women’s Day Conference on March 12, 2016 at the Sandman Hotel.

“The International Women’s Day Conference is our pillar event, and it’s a day where like-minded individuals come together to celebrate what women have achieved,” said Bailey Wong, Chair of the IWD 2016 Organizing Committee. “It not only helps us celebrate our current achievements but equips us to achieve more in the future.”

This year’s theme was “Breaking Boundaries.” The intention was to equip women for tackling challenges that will undoubtedly come up in their professional lives, all the while being conscious of their societal impacts. The speakers worked around the general theme of leveraging strengths and using them as tools to master weaknesses.

“The theme of the conference changes each year, and we base our speakers and our philanthropy aspect around it,” Wong said. “This year we decided to work with a non-profit charity called Covenant House Vancouver.”

YWiB asked for donations such as clothing and comfort items from participating delegates in order to partake in The Shoebox Project in partnership with Covenant House Vancouver.

The host of the conference was Nicolle Hodges, a news anchor at CTV. She opened the event with a personal story of how her career started by “breaking boundaries” and reaching out to a job she hardly fit the qualifications for — in doing so, she got hired to a job that kick-started her journalism career and helped her get to CTV.

Workshops were led by professionals such as entrepreneur Danielle Van Zanten, and focused on a specific topic such as “Establishing your presence: personal branding” and “Managing yourself upwards.” Van Zanten expressed the importance of remembering that you as a person are a brand, and how you present yourself will have a powerful influence to your professional brand whether it be positively or negatively.

During the breaks between workshops, delegates were encouraged to network with the professional speakers and the various vendors such as Blossom Box Jewelry, Brain Station, and Giving Gifts & Company.

Wong explained that her favorite part of the conference each year is “Executive for a Day”; a draw where a delegate is given the opportunity to choose a professional from the conference and shadow them for a day. “It’s a game changer from the typical networking event and much more personal being able to just spend a day with them or have coffee with them one on one,” Wong said.

Excluding the executive team, approximately 100 members attend the IWD conference each year.

Alice Joel, IWD 2015’s engagement coordinator and next year’s co-president of YWiB alongside Bailey Wong, expressed her excitement for the upcoming year. “The thing I love most about YWiB is how much they have challenged me to grow,” she said.

“It’s nice surrounding yourself with an ambitious and egoless team who are not only passionate about pursuing their own goals, but also take a genuine interest in helping others build themselves as well.”