As Canadian as possible

There’s a self-deprecating aphorism that Canadians hang onto: As American as apple pie and as Canadian as possible under the circumstances. (We can thank Heather Scott for it.)

One of the fine divisions between American and Canadian culture is the approach to government. Canadians trust government, Americans, by definition in the founding documents and in modern culture, are suspicious of it. Canadians love our universal health care. We don’t mind the reasonable restrictions on free speech that many Americans consider abominable. We’re willing to live safer lives within the embrace of our doting government.

At least, it was that way until 2001.

I don’t want to rehash issues that thousands have analyzed before. I don’t want to wade into the mire of debate concerning liberty and privacy versus security. We know it exists, and we have our opinions, and none of those matter for the point of this post.

For as long as I can remember, Canadians could cross the border into the US with a photo ID such as a driver’s licence, but that changed this decade and then we needed passports. The requirement for cross-border travel has grown to include NEXUS cards, awarded after a comprehensive security investigation, and the two countries have agreed to expand the document requirement to include – wait for it – driver’s licences.

Ah, but these aren’t the same old lower-case driver’s licences. These are capitalized Enhanced Driver Licences, EDLs. EDLs will serve as proof of citizenship and identity, and the American Department of Homeland Security mandates that each card contain a RFID chip that broadcasts its information up to 10 metres away.

British Columbia is the only province to issue EDLs so far, some 500 as part of a pilot project. Monday’s Gazette contained a report on it.

There’s a problem with the Gazette article, however. It buries the lead. The first seven paragraphs focus on the issue of card design. B.C.’s cards contain a maple leaf to indicate Canadian identity – but will Quebec’s? Oh, dear. I must stop biting my fingernails over that one.

No, keep reading to find the lead in paragraph #14:

“The Americans are demanding a vicinity chip,” [said David Loukidelis, B.C.’s information and privacy commissioner]. But the B.C. pilot project has developed a “low-tech fix” in the form of a plastic sleeve that prevents authorities, or identity thieves, from reading the card.

Wow. Loukidelis has no issue with the cards containing encoded information, but he prefers a more secure swipe-card system. To harvest information from your RFID chip, all a person need do is bring a receiver within spitting distance. The receiver could be in a backpack and your card in your wallet, but the information stored in your RFID would be shared. One hopes that ID cards with RFIDs would contain only encrypted data, but nobody has yet invented unbreakable encryption. To take that information from a swipe card, authorities or identity thieves would have to physically swipe the card.

So Loukidelis has gotten B.C.’s EDL project to develop a sleeve that will block a card’s RFID transmissions. Sure, such sleeves exist and no one is stopping any EDL holder from buying one. But this is a government that looks like it will actively provide a measure of privacy for its citizens, ironically pushed to do so by the one country that boasts freedom and liberty as its hallmarks. Thank you, nanny state. That’s the story.

Only in Canada, eh?

Nature makes the call

I had two things to do today: a barbecue lunch at a friend’s place and a pick-up game of softball among a group of NDG T-ball and baseball parents.

The two events overlapped, but the bruising rain made the decision for me. At least at the barbecue, I could stay inside. I’d probably have been the only person standing in the rain at the field if I’d gone to softball, but for a while I was also the only guest at the lunch party. In fact, when I showed up I became uncertain I had arrived on the right day.

But I did, and my gracious, impeccably planning hosts had some non-barbecue good eats on offer. few of the invited guests showed up, leaving more of that delicious feast, especially the coconut curry shrimp, for me.

Elvi and Children One and Three are now home, and two of them have ordered me to regrow my goatee. That answers that. I took home some of the excess food from lunch for them.

Bonus observation:

The more I watched “Corner Gas”, the more I love it. My DVR has for a while been recording all the episodes that appear in syndication on WGN. These episodes are cut somewhat from the original broadcast, but it doesn’t seem to hamper my appreciation. I especially enjoy when the show breaks the fourth wall. I imagine the writers sitting around, making fun of something they just thought up – and then they put they’re own observations into the characters’ mouths.


If you don’t like spoilers, don’t read this.

Much of the criticism of “Hancock” faults the movie for its binary nature. The first half of it is the redemption of the superhero, which is fairly standard action-hero fare, lifted by decent performances. That story ends halfway in. I can picture the screenwriter reaching page 45 and thinking “Now what?”

That’s an exaggeration, of course – but the movie really does feel like two chapters. The second half slows down as Hancock learns his origins.

I didn’t mind that structure, but a more skilled take on the story would have found ways to interweave the two story lines. What bothered me more was the handwaving that went on in the last 20 minutes or so. Hancock and the wife – you know what? Forget it. Power flows from one angel to the other, they die and then don’t die. It’s a mess of little logic.

It’s a bad movie.

But the premises are there. the angels are attracted to each other and always seem to come together. Yet they always need to be apart to survive. But why was this time different?

And they’re not attracted to each other. It’s the husband that makes the connection. They’ve been in the same city for a while.

And once the wife reveals her supernatural self to her husband, she can fly her family to Australia in her arms. If she wants to really get away – which she’s done in the past.


Still, I liked watching it.