Walt Whitman (inevitably):
The subject of the portrait, long before he was acknowledged as the great American poet, comes across as a casually dressed and rather slutty gay guy. This is no anachronistic hallucination. Whitman in later years had occasion to regret his attitude: “I looked so damned flamboyant – as if I was hurling bolts at somebody – full of mad oaths – saying defiantly ‘To hell with you!’ ” Whitman also said this portrait “was much hatchelled by the fellows at the time – war was waged on it: it passed through a great fire of criticism.”
His friend William Sloane Kennedy advised “that this repulsive, loaferish portrait, with its sensual mouth, can be dropped from future editions, or be accompanied by other and better ones that show the mature man, and not merely the defiant young revolter of thirty-seven, with a very large chip on his shoulder, no suspenders to his trousers, and his hat very much on one side.”
McDonald pitched a column to the Christopher Street. I would have said yes to every article, giving extreme priority to this one:
Hatchet job on William F. Buckley, Jr. Talks of a “cure” for homosexuality…. Catholicism has for him the appeal it has for all who lack sexual gifts: It assures them that the thing they’re not good at, sex, is wrong anyway. The really rich don’t talk about their servants any more than a typist mentions that lunch was brought to her at the coffee shop by a waitress; service compris. But after his – and the New Yorker’s – prolonged attempt at being snobbish with obsessive talk of his servants in his journals published in that magazine, he sabotaged the whole long article by revealing at the end that his mother eats pizza. Worse, he has dandruff (People magazine). “The Biggest Queen in New York” (in manner, not in sex life); piss-elegant peasant. Soft-cocked, hard-hearted; broad-hipped, narrow-minded; cold-assed, hot-tempered.
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Denise Balkissoon is a local vizmin girl hack who has made a pretty solid career out of all of those things. She’s a diversity hire at the Globe and Mail, where she solicited “sex and relationship pitches for Globe Life.”
First, doesn’t Balkissoon realize she’s been ghettoized to the wymmynz pages?
Second, will she ever live the following down?
I unfortunately read something written by Jordan Peterson. It was astonishingly entitled. Trans/genderqueer people, you have my support.
So I ginned up a few “pitches” that would suit Denise Balkissoon’s politics. (Links added.)
Help! My girlfriend has a penis!
As an older gay man, all my boyfriends were younger Oriental boys. Don’t you dare call me a rice queen
When I got my boyfriend pregnant: One transcouple’s story
I asked a woman of colour to help detoxify my masculinity. Here’s what she learned
I’m a new dad suffering from postpartum depression after my C‑section. My friends don’t understand
My wife has a master’s in sociology. She thinks vaccines cause autism. She also thinks our son is a girl
My wife and I have three blonde children. How did we get so racist?
My gay friends got kicked out of their homes, were abused in Catholic schools, and died of AIDS. A brave transwoman of colour showed me how I’m an oppressor
Chestfeeding in public isn’t a crime
My lesbian softball team now has a 6′5″ shortstop with a beard. What I learned in the locker room rocked my world
Men get periods too: When the personal becomes political – and bloody
How Grindr changed my life: One transman’s story
“No, where are you really from?” One Swedish Muslima’s story
Some Indigenous men have blue eyes. Get over it!
My hijab means I can’t hold your hand in public. Now I know how gay men felt before Stonewall
Yes, I’m an “angry black girl” – and my people threw the first brick at Stonewall
Front holes and backhoes: Coming out as trans* at the construction site
“ ‘Do-me’ feminism”: How gender pronouns got me hauled before a judge
When asked to comment for attribution, Balkissoon didn’t.
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2016.11.09 14:23. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen.
The TeX Users Group or TUG is a decades-old organization for users of the mathematical typesetting language that is not exactly called TeX. Bizarrely, as a teenager I phoned up Prof. Donald Knuth, TeX’s inventor, at Stanford, whereupon his secretary corrected my pronunciation of his name.
In July, TUG held its biannual conference here in Toronto. I was invited to give a presentation to these typographers about TTC type ’n’ tile. I did, and you can read the journal article that resulted.
Now, by far the most interesting fact here is that the average age of the attendees of the TeX Users Group conference is the same as that of TeX – 50. (I exaggerate. Everyone started working on TeX in their 20s and just didn’t bother quitting.)
These are serious and learned and also technically competent people working on a seemingly obscure markup language that is still in common use in its intended fields. The speaking notes from my presentation were obviously in HTML, which journal editors converted to some version of TeX. I then just natively edited the TeX files in BBEdit despite my never having done that before. A reason why TeX is still in use is because it actually works.
TUG TTC Type & Tile Tour
I advertised to attendees that they could meet in the hotel lobby later that same day for a short tour of the subway. I arrived to a packed room and realized that everybody wanted to go on the tour. We ended up with two groups. I had never had the experience of leading, Pied Piper–style, twenty-odd aging computer scientists and typesetters across the humidity and noise of Yonge and Dundas in summertime.
Of course it was hard to hear, and in fact I tended to give impromptu lessons to the different groups twice over, but my audience was amazed by two facts: TTC has its own typography and TTC is really blowing it.
At Bay station, two things happened.
One audiencemember saw a break in the wall and diagnosed that the walls are not really made of “tiles.”
Apparently they aren’t!
My friend from a large software conglomerate, a Ph.D. in reading acquisition who shall remain nameless except inasmuch as he is Kevin Larson from Microsoft, was bursting with excitement when I told him that a Grimes music video was filmed in Bay Lower. He almost but not quite squealed like a schoolgirl at being so close to somewhere Grimes had also been.
You just never know with these people! And by the way, they loved me.
You could too.
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2016.11.07 12:32. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen.
Quick update: Contrary to the headline Barbara Kay tells me she did not select for her National Post column about me, I am not “lonely.” (2016.12.14)
In 2016, the Ontario legislature introduced Bill 28. Its official subtitle is All Families Are Equal Act (Parentage and Related Registrations Statute Law Amendment), 2016. I call it Bill 28: The Handmaid’s Tale Act, because it attempts to rewrite actual biological facts about human reproduction. [continue with “Bill 28: The ‘Handmaid’s Tale’ Act” →]
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I maintain a dossier on him (. (Some of it in Evernote.) But turning the keys and holding down the launch buttons, like so many activities, requires not one man but two.
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2016.10.20 21:10. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen.
Would someone care to explain to me how tall strapping jovial heterosexualist Karl Groves gets away with lecturing potential clients about Web accessibility, cursing almost like a sailor in the process?
Could it be some of those qualities I listed above? I find Karl’s implied licence, and my outright banishment, hypocritical to the point of fury. I am aware it’s not his fault. I understand, and have always understood, the market logic behind hiring that jovial and matey father of three and former rugger for Web-accessibility contracts, but I do not entirely understand how Karl gets away with it.
See you at Accessibility Camp ’016, where the same lifers with jobs will continue as such and the rest of us will just quietly remain where you put us. (Don’t bother writing in [or, as I was told, “Don’t contact me again. Thanks”], a decade after the damage was done, to tell me I got this all wrong.)
Torontoist, a non-viable operation, takes time out from its remit of transgender apologia and lying about gay history to publish the worst typography article of the year, not at all coïncidentally written by a young Millennial hack who knows nothing. (And is additionally a vizmin female, hence immune from criticism.)
Isabelle Docto’s “How Typography Makes Toronto More Accessible” is incorrect in its premise and in seemingly every detail. The piece tardily documents an inconsequential pilot project to erect “wayfinding” stelæ in the Financial District. Any experienced person knows this is an effort by inferiority-complex-beset city bureaucrats to bring Bristol Legible City to Toronto. (Docto is not an experienced person.)
Every town that wants to improve its “wayfinding” wants Bristol Legible City replicated in that town. That’s what happened here, and that isn’t conjecture: A lead designer on the Bristol project and its descendants (really the) confirmed that to my face.
These stelæ were the result of a lengthy project with endless “consultation” meetings, not a single one of which I was able to attend over a very long period. Nobody would have wanted me there anyway because, first of all, this was a gathering of people, and, second of all, I would have correctly stated that this is an exercise in replicating Bristol Legible City and all parts of it were foregone conclusions.
Nonetheless, if we accept Docto’s premise of accessibility, we would need empirical research proving the stelæ actually work for people with disabilities. But we’d also need that for nondisabled people. City bureaucrat Chris Ronson confirmed no tests were done with visually-impaired people. He claimed actual tests were actually done with nondisabled people but, when challenged, refused to provide them. (I’ll be getting them anyway.)
Docto’s untutored nonsense in detail: [continue with “Worst typography article” →]
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