High-Tech Ontario Driver’s Licenses (Another Sham)

December 7, 2007

Ontario released it’s new high-tech driver’s licence today.  It is supposed to be much more secure than existing licences, with new security features like:

  • A two-dimensional barcode
  • Rainbow printing
  • Raised lettering of the licence’s number, signature and date of birth  
  • Just wondering – aren’t all bar codes two dimensional?  Every one I’ve ever seen has height and width – otherwise there wouldn’t really be anything to scan.  But the other features sound secure…I guess.

    But here’s the kicker – the Ontario government is hoping that US Homeland Security will allow the new (secure) licences as legitimate travel documents (in lieu of passports).  However, in order to do so, citizenship information must be encoded onto the driver’s licence.

    Whoa!  Let the profiling begin.  For instance, the government could analyze traffic offences vs. country of birth.  Insurance companies might figure out that certain countries produce poor drivers for Ontario conditions and surreptitiously hike rates.

    Or//

    The government (specifically, law enforcement) could generate a list of all driver’s from Iraq, Iran or whichever country might be defined as a threat (?!!) to the west and do what?  I don’t know, but the fact that a list such as this could be generated is frightening.

    Not sure it’s a good idea to lump most (all) personal information into a single source.  We’re worried about identity theft and the solution is to put more information in one place?!  That’s kind of like grouping all the planes at Pearl Harbor into the centre of the field.  It solved a small problem (local sabotage) and opened the door to a much greater problem (bombs from the sky).

    Just a few passing thoughts.

    If you want to read the full story.


    Once I had a bunch of moral fibre (but it went through my system pretty quick)

    November 7, 2007

    I don’t know the first thing about seconds.  The truth of the matter is I like throwing Frisbees to myself.  I love the dignity of the parabola.  The golden equation, the sum.  Some is too much.  Chocolate smiles too sweet to smudge with a touch.  Lick it, lump it, like it.  When did fudge become a mistake to make?  I rub my eyes full of glittering flies.  Blue.  Electric.  Eclectic, almost like electric if you don’t pay attention.  I’d be surprised if most people’s attention could span a puddle. 

    We’re getting Googlephrenic.  The idea of disgoogleplexia is heightened by infinity plus one.  The numbers never end.  There is nothing but empty space.

    I wonder if they’ll ever have McDonald’s Restaurant theme parks for all the little chubby kids.  Eat your shorts for good, nutritional Christian values.  It’s not supposed to make scents, but it stinks no matter how you slice it.  I recommend using your hands and ripping, but that doesn’t always work out for some of the saucier things in life. 

    What can you do about googlephrenia?  I don’t know, Google it.  The spinning wheel, karmic in nature, stops on a dollar.  Bits of a puzzle up the barkers sleeve.  Religion is so medieval.  Shit.  Think of something else.   You know what I meme? 

    Know, no, I mean, now, how brown cow?  If they made chocolate milk, I’d be sucking those teats ’til the farmers came home.  I don’t want to offend Hindus.  I rather like the art.  Beautiful intricate colours.  I don’t know anything about famine, except for the guilt I feel from cheating on the thirty-hour version.  Fuckin’ charity, what is it these days?  A corporation under a different guise. 

    Shit stinks.  I think that’s why we call it shit.  We say so many things smell like shit, but they don’t really all smell exactly like shit, not even all shit smells the same.  That would be weird.  What would the world be like if we spoke with our mouths, but ate with our bums?  The food court would be a lot uglier. 

    What does crude mean to you?  What does rude have to do with crude, other than the price we pay?  I’m on a plane, wake up snickers, I have a sweet suite to suit all my wants, but none of my needs.  All these weeds.  How is cleanliness close to godliness?  Priorities ward back, beckon thee to reckon thee. 

    A yahoo is a beast of burden, a human slave to horses.  Is this what you want?  Horses are fleet of foot.  We’d be too, if we stayed on all fours.  That would be strange, huh?  Quadrupeds, eating out of our asses.  At least there’d be some time when we weren’t talking out of them.  Too many people talk shit.  Not a bad breath statement.  I might have something to say about that, but I locked all the workers out of my olfactory.  Commie bastards.  None of them can play the drums worth a ruble. 

    America is going down with their dollar and sense.  If life without a gun in my face means death, then death it is, ’cause you can’t control anyone or anything for long.  If I’m going down because of you, I’m taking you too.  Ya dig? 

    I once had a nightmare about digging holes.  Each hole was assigned an numeric value, more like an algebraic equation.  The nightmarish was that no matter how many holes I dug, I couldn’t surpass a certain sum.  I woke up sweaty and terrified.  I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.  2001 was on TV.  I should give that movie another shot.  I was in a poor frame of mind.  I shouldn’t live with regret, but that would mean I’d have to forget.  What?  Not sure.  No matter how much I forget, it never changes the regret.  Some things are carved into bone. 

    Once I had a whole bunch of moral fibre, but it went through my system pretty quick.  That’s the title.  That’s how things are named in these here parts.

    Funny thing is I don’t know what’s mine and what belongs to someone else.  I don’t know if plagiarism applies to a memory without footnotes, end notes, ibids or et als.  We’re all crazy.  We can’t agree on cake.  I like the icing that gives you a cocaine like sugar high.  You know the icing in which you can crunch the granules of sugar.  Still mostly empty space.  Hard to picture.  Harder to imagine.

    All apologies and a thousand more, but I’m still going to slam the door.  I don’t want to see you anymore.  You’re a whole other whore.  None of this real.  Nothing I feel.  The opposite of love is indifference and I am finally indifferent.  It doesn’t matter, because matter is mostly empty space, like an excuse.  No substance other than forgetting.  I’ve lost count of the leaves in the trees, but the planes are lining up ninety seconds apart on the skyway.  Nothing is forever, not even energy as we know it. 

    The truth of the matter is that I like white chocolate cake with my name scrawled in sweet icing sugar.  I have a big belly.  So there we are…word count 856.  666+190.  I wonder what the six-hundredth and sixty-sixth word was?  I should’ve paid attention.  My attention span is a short toothpick bridge.  Everything is a joke, especially this, that and the other thing, like an algebraic equation for holes, the variables are yours to tell.


    The Kind Face of Prejudice (What if your parents are racists?)

    September 13, 2007

    Imagine one of your parents sends you an email, a ‘joke’ email regarding the nomenclature of hurricanes not being representative of all US cultures (a legitimate point which was brought before the US Congress in 2003).  The tone of the ‘joke’ is derogatory & racist.  Your parent didn’t write it.  They just forwarded it from some other email or website (I don’t know).  ‘Joke’ or no ‘joke’, the content of the email is endorsed by the sender when sent.

     

    If you found the ‘joke’ funny, then you don’t really have a problem with your parents but with racial sensitivity & should probably stop reading here.

     

    If you were upset about the email, then you probably found yourself with a little bit of a quandary.  What do you do?  (If you hope I have advice, you better stop reading here!)

     

    I believe people demean themselves while degrading others.  I don’t think ignorance can make anyone look anything other than stupid.  Do you talk to them about your feelings?  Talking to people about racism is similar to discussing their driving, insofar as no one believes they are a bad driver.  They would almost certainly be upset that you could think such a thing about them.  Do you ignore it and keep the peace?  What kind of peace would you be keeping?  Probably not your own.

    In my mind, any kind of discord is total discord.  There’s no such thing as a small problem.  Everything is a seed waiting to bloom and prosper.

    There’s a saying that goes something like, “You can’t reason irrational ideas out of people.”  So, is all of this an exercise in futility?  Is there a solution to racism other than fighting the problem within yourself?

    I have my share of socialized preconceptions about various races.  I’ve learned most of it through family, some through friends.  I’ve spent the last thirteen years working on deprogramming myself.  It’s not easy when you’re pretty much alone in the effort.  I try to believe in the inherent goodness of people.  I try to imagine myself as a solitary foreigner in distant parts of the world – downtown Calcutta, or driving alone in Hong Kong.  Nothing would make sense to me.  I can’t think of many situations in which I would feel lonelier.  I don’t think many others would feel any different, but I can only speak for myself.

    I love culture.  I love different perspectives, ideas and realities.  I can learn a lot about myself as I learn about you.  And like the song says, ‘We are the world.’  For every person we don’t understand, there’s another who doesn’t understand us.  There’s a lot to learn about.  Yeah, there’s crap in the world – it’s a biological function, a byproduct of the body at large, but the body itself can still be beautiful.

    I don’t think I should one’s race at fault for a flaw in their character.  Simple fact – there are idiots everywhere.  If we were all held accountable for the actions of all our idiotic predecessors, then we would live in a world very similar to the one we do!!

    But this is the paradox – if you should treat everyone with kindness and respect, then you should address issues of disrespect or lack of kindness with an intent to reach a resolution.  You need to upset the peace in order to acheive peace.  You have to do so in such a way as to not be disrespectful yourself, as much as you might disrespect racism (or some other insensitivity).  The idea is to get other people thinking.  Awareness is half the battle.

    I went to the dentist yesterday.  He asked if I get a lot of headaches.  I do.  He told me I grind my teeth and it’s probably causing some of these headaches.  I did not know I was grinding.  I did not know it would contribute to my headaches.  Now, I am aware.  I am watching for it.  I want to stop it.  Most importantly, the dentist gave me evidence of my actions – the tops of my teeth are flattening.

    Flip this example into our current dilemma.  Take the racist email, deconstruct it and show how it is offensive.  Ask your parent what they found amusing about it.  It is possible a new consciousness will arise within them.

    Words can heal or destroy the world.  Kindness can save everyone from themselves.


    Pee Pole

    June 9, 2007

    As fas as I am concerned, there are only two types of people on this planet – living ones and dead ones.  This is a real distinction, where race and nationality are superficial.


    Separate the Spirit from the Skin

    May 23, 2007

    Do not fault someone’s race for a flaw in a their character.