Hunting for the perfect playlist

I’m going through a phase, I swear. Nah, they’re good tunes.

It’s happened to you – kicking it with some friends and marveling at the most excellent playlist your collective minds have produced, you think ‘I wish I could save this for later…’

The thing about a good playlist is that it’s not only pleasant to listen to, it has the ability to capture a moment in time; giving it another spin can transport us back to that place using our ears, like a photo through eyes.

Those experiences are defined in so many ways and the uniqueness each chapter holds finds its way into the soundtrack of your life. The people around you use their emotions to contribute to the beat just like you do, and our times spent together are every bit as valuable as those spent apart.

So why not try to capture it like you would a photo? The soundtrack of your life, catalogued and committed to some form of permanent media. I tried it before but always to no avail. It was far too difficult to keep burning CDs and if you were away from home, it just made the task more challenging.

But as the world of social media has expanded, it naturally didn’t take long for someone to capture our nascent desire to share tunes, with a website.

So here goes the experiment: using Grooveshark, I started a communal account named MJmuse. Follow along if you wish and you can see if this works.

Or at least, get the chance to share in my incomparable taste in music. Of course.

Group playlists are always saved along with the date they were made. Each contributor to the group creates a new one every month and simply adds all the songs they’re listening to. Everyone posting to it gets to share in the memories and the real gems are those shared by the whole group.

It requires a lot less of a buy-in to complete and my hope is that over time, it will become something really special, so long as I get some customers, that is.

So here’s to finding that perfect playlist and more importantly, making sure it is never lost again.

Republicans debate about how none of them are going to get elected

Anyone watch the Ames Debate tonight?


There’s so much talk about how the United States is imploding in its own debt, that funny word which implies owing money in a system where all money is owed.

Let’s cut programs, let’s purposefully not pay back our obligations, let’s obliterate central banking (a western tradition since 1694) – these are the tactics of an American right-wing coming face-to-face with the super-president Obama.

Granted this is a bit of a spiel, but seriously, nobody will defeat Obama in 2012. He’s a wall. The American ship is sinking, this is true, but the holy grail of solutions is as realistic as…well, the holy grail. There are no candidates that can lead a strong challenge against his rule because there are no candidates that have a workable solution to the problem.

Not saying he, or any political figure or group, has one…

Either America continues spending to maintain its power at an unsustainable level, or it bows out and accepts the eclipse of its status as the modern Rome.

But what about us?

Our country’s political figures are scrambling to find new trade relationships, such as Harper’s current venture in Latin America. It’s an effort to distance themselves from the growing reality that our bulwark of economic security to the South is fading. So many times have nations who’ve enjoyed the warm and fuzzy blanket of safety, afforded by a strong ally, had to deal with that friend’s decline.

So many times have the superpowers of the world had to provide such security for their friends at a heavy cost domestically.

Well here we are, with politicians crying ‘witch!’ and lamenting the loss of a time when writing your local representative actually meant something, when politicians could provide something more real than banter, talking points, and shiny hair.

For us here in Canada, the only thing left to do is cling to a hopeful outlook amid these shifts of tectonic political plates. Sure, we’ve always been somewhat polite, standing up against the occasional crime against humanity and maintaining a reasonable international policy during those few opportunities we’ve had the bravery to stand up for something paramount, but our voice has been a quiet one through the years, asking for sanity and truthfully asking, ‘why can’t we equally enjoy the fruits that this world and life have provided us?’

Many accuse us of being in bed with the Americans. Well, this is true. But let me tell you, this nation of ours didn’t marry for love, we married for wealth.

With all these squabbles about how to dig upward from the hole burrowed by the maintenance of a clandestine empire stretching pole-to-pole, our little responsible Canada should invest in its reputation as a quiet voice of reason.

I may be patriotic, but I think we deserve more international recognition for our thoughts of a humanity holding hands with itself and the world.

There seems to be a window emerging, one where one power will vacate and another will move in. It’s a hole that has historically been occupied by those with large bank accounts and militaries begetting a fear to be trifled with. But what if a simple voice of reason, one that echoes the concerns of an evolved human populace, were to fill that void?

At such a remarkable stage in human history and evolution, what is left to do but try?

But more importantly, what do you think?

Reporting from Saskatchewan’s bread basket

There’s a feeling that anything is possible here.

In a place like Meadow Lake, communities are coming together to enjoy a level of prosperity the rest of Canada can only dream of. First Nations groups like Flying Dust, a reserve anchored against the city of Meadow Lake, are working with the local and provincial governments to build a brighter tomorrow that includes long-term care facilities for the elderly, schools, recreational centres and a truly unique sharing of prosperity through cooperation.

While residents of Saskatchewan are united in the bounty that this spirit of cooperation seems to offer, there is also a fermenting culture of modernity, as a province once defined by a spirit of reaction comes to grips with its new role as a pro-active player.

Farmers in the northwest recently sowed the seeds of their annual prosperity, ahead of the rest of the province which, gripped by the heavy spring rains, found themselves unusually behind. Unfortunately a recent frost served as a reminder that the force of nature can quickly turn on you, destroying a great deal of the early seeding accomplished by the area's wheat growers.

Moving from the hustle-and-bustle of Vancouver, where one hockey team stands poised to once again solidify Vancouver as the Canadian Paris, my transition to an electronically quiet life in Saskatchewan hasn’t been without its challenges.

But like every entrepreneurial spirit in Canada’s rectangle, the room for growth is considerable.

Saskatchewan's teachers march in Meadow Lake to demand a share of their province's prosperity. After requesting a 16.3 per cent raise, mediation was adopted in hopes of finding a middle ground between the union's demands and the government's offer.

Our media, a bulwark of respectability against the Bill O’Reillys of the world, is standing on the cusp of a regretful foray into the world of sensationalism. As it becomes ever more difficult to charge a dollar for truth in the information age, we risk falling towards a journalism that reeks more of gossip than a worthwhile contribution to national discourse.

But in a province such as this, the pathway to modernity smells a little nicer.

I consider myself quite fortunate to be in the employ of not only a profitable newspaper, but one that is independent as well. The corporate scramble to find a raison d’etre in the form of capital that seems to be sucking the life out of media across Canada and the world is less pronounced when working within the confines of an independent and successful media form – one that continues to hold hands with the wants and interests of its public.

There is no fear here, no need to reconcile flowery language with the journalistic need to print an integral story that hits hard against the issues that matter. No photo galleries of cheerleaders smacked on the front page to ‘content farm’ our way to a steady stream of web traffic, no need to copy-and-paste keywords trending in social media and conquer the battlefield of Google’s search rankings.

The city recently dealt with a forest fire larger than the one that claimed Slave Lake, AB. Fortunately, it sparked some 12km outside of town, sparing the destruction and despair of its Alberta counterpart. Interestingly enough, an Albertan helicopter company was contracted to fight the fire, with one of their helicopters crashing during the escapade.

The pathway to success here seems to be that of simply speaking the language of the reader. Where an area of grey space on a page may be filled by a wire story from somewhere else in the country, or a story plucked for its popularity from some other far-flung corporately-allied news source, a media truly in touch with its readership is not afraid to print the stories of little national consequence in favour of an honest loyalty to its public.

The room for growth is high. I recently began building a web presence for my newspaper. On our first day of going live, I noticed 200 hits and four comments on an editorial I wrote regarding an initiative to begin burying Canada’s nuclear waste in Saskatchewan’s north.

In addition to the comments came nods from as far as Egypt and Germany, proving that local news can have an international context no matter what language we speak.

Did I mention this city’s population is a massive 5,000?

At the end of the day, it would seem the most important thing in media at this point is to remain unique, to speak a language which other outlets have seemingly missed. All the while, we must remain loyal to our fundamental readership. What brings Germans to a small city in Saskatchewan is interest in a local German-context – that of moving away from nuclear power – that we share in common.

In a funny way, it seems Saskatchewan’s legacy of playing catch-up could play a role in demonstrating the next step for media.

Take the old and blend it with the new.