Bambi's Thoughts
Bambi cannot go to sleep without sharing with you what she discovered earlier today: a beautifully moving performance of a deeply sad love song, which was composed by French artist Léo Ferré (1970) following a recent breakup. Thank you Mr. Robin Motheron for your talent and sensitivity. Please keep singing!
Like Dr. Joseph Facal, Bambi strongly believes that merit must remain the criterion for selection of Canada’s researchers if we want to keep the level of research and teaching high. Therefore, the current post will translate Facal’s column, which was recently published in the Journal de Montréal because it addressed this topic in a clever way (https://shorturl.at/fqJT6). As usual, Bambi thanks her loyal friend, Mr. Google Translate, for his assistance.
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“I did my undergraduate studies at UQAM a long time ago.
I have excellent memories of it. I made friends for life there.
Since then, I have contributed to its annual fundraising campaign, even though what happens there often annoys me.
This is over until further notice.
Forget that!
Remember the outcry when we learned that Laval University wanted to hire professors while formally excluding white men.
It was difficult to explain to us that it was to comply with the requirements of the federal government which subsidized the positions in question. A true explanation, but insufficient.
I hope you don’t imagine that this outcry put an end to the practice.
The Faculty of Political Science and Law at UQAM has just launched a competition to hire two professors as part of the Canada Research Chairs Program.
The competition will be reserved for people in four categories: women, Indigenous people, visible minorities and disabled people.
UQAM could have chosen not to open this type of position subject to federal requirements. Rather, it does so with enthusiasm, presenting these requirements as imperative and unavoidable.
In short, white men without disabilities, forget it, you are excluded from the start.
In the federal document which sets out the criteria for granting these specific positions, it is explained in particular that people from visible minorities are “people, other than Indigenous people, who are not of the white race or who do not have white”.
Obviously, there are all kinds of human skin tones, like the colour palettes at Sico.
A candidate’s membership in one category or another will be done by self-identification.
The questionnaire to complete asks:
“Do you identify as a person from a racialized minority?”
“Do you identify as an Indigenous person?”
“Do you identify as a woman or as a person from a gender minority?”
Is UQAM reluctantly complying with federal requirements? No way.
In its action plan, it states: “[…] UQAM must be exemplary in its desire to have in its ranks a cohort of professors holding a Canada Research Chair (CRC) who reflect the diversity of our society. More than taking targeted measures, UQAM must now act at the structural level and adopt systemic and lasting changes.”
In short, we believe in it thoroughly.
Gear
UQAM is laughing at us by adding that it will not compromise on quality since it reduces the pool of applicants from the outset.
Any institution that acts in this way is therefore caught in a perverse spiral.
As soon as we modify the hiring criteria to favour a category, we are inevitably led to modify the criteria to then evaluate performance, since the objective of diversity takes precedence over that of merit.
And this is how we are dragging our universities down“.
She does know about you, but Bambi adores Emmenez-moi [Take me] of the late and great Mr. Charles Aznavour. A song that make us dream of being taken away. Maybe to a sunny country if we are tired of the cold? Maybe to a peaceful location if we happen to be scared or fed up of endless armed conflicts in some parts of the world? Maybe to feel lighter on vacation or to warm our hearts with the genuine love of family or friends who live miles away. And what about if we are dreaming of exploring the world or of a business and/or learning experience abroad?
Regardless of our intrinsic motivations to want to be elsewhere, thankfully we have music and songs to make us travel in our spirit or enjoy the present moment with a fresh outlook. Bearing the latter in mind, Bambi searched Youtube early this morning [or very late last night :)] to hear Emmenez-moi. She came acorss the Armenian version of a gifted singer called, Ms. Shushan Petrosyan. What an interesting musical discovery!
Following Petrosyan’s Armenian version of Aznavour’s eternal French song, Bambi will share his original with English-subtitles. This will be followed by other beautiful French versions by several talented French and French-Canadian artists. Which version do you like the most and why? Bambi will be happy to post your comment or privately hear from you, if if you prefer so.
This post is made possible, thanks to the generosity of Joëlle from Florida, USA. Many thanks to her! Her first amazing picture of the sunset was taken in the Southern part of this state. Same for her second beautiful picture. Sunshine and water, is there anything more beautiful that the marriage of both in nature? To thank her childhood friend, Bambi will offer her and Dave two songs. The first one is an Egyptian-Arabic love song that does not need any introduction. As for the second melody, it s a VERY famous Armenian song mixed with English and French. Have a good one, Jojo ❤️!
How sad it is to open a restaurant in Jordan with a name, that cheers for the massacre, rape, and kidnapping of innocent people, even if those happen to come from the more domineering country (http://tinyurl.com/45xb6zax)? Bambi is saying so and this more domineering country is in a state of war with her own birth country (i.e. specifically with its largest militia that decides on peace and war instead of its official “inexistent” government). Bambi is also saying so and this domineering country has occupied her birth country in the past for almost two decades. Everyone knows that this poked bear can be TOO cruel, especially when it is under what looks like an orchestrated attack.
Despite all the above, Bambi refuses to cheer for the suffering of its innocent people. Indeed, what a bad taste, to say the least, to name a restaurant “October 7” and to know that many customers seem to be already lining up to visit it, as per several media like l’Orient Le Jour, the National Post, and Haaretz (http://tinyurl.com/45xb6zax). You only have to google this story and you will find even a video on YouTube about it.
For Bambi, this is a sad day for humanity at large while being an insult not just to the innocent people of Israel (some died, some were injured, raped, their dead bodies disrespected, or are still kidnapped, including seniors and a baby who turned one year old lately), but also and especially to the over the 20,000+ innocent victims of Gaza and those of the neighborhood, including Lebanon. Think of it, the name of this restaurant is serving to glorify a massacre, which triggered a tragic, and absurd, ongoing war that massacred even much more innocent people on the other side of the endless Israeli-Palestinian conflict. It also resulted in fear, displacement, injuries or mortality on the Israeli side too. Plus, this war is also at a regional scale, financed by foreign entities, which risks going out of control anytime, including today. It is killing innocent civilians, journalists, and militia-affiliated Lebanese men. What for? Is it worth it?
For all the reasons mentioned above, Bambi condemns the bad (and cruel) taste underlying the choice of the name of this new business. To conclude this brief post, will men, especially those of the Middle East, ever learn to live for love, despite their anger over injustice or grief, like in Lévesque’s song? Why doesn’t love and compassion for the innocent people of all sides (who are trapped in the middle of wars) come more naturally to some? And if it does not yet, how can they learn to express their legitimate anger or frustrations in a more human and dignified way instead of contributing to fuel more hate?
For several reasons, including personal ones, Bambi’s favourite movie remains Sound of Music since her childhood. Indeed, she is not a TV watcher [except when she visits her family in Beirut :)]. However, for Sound of Music, she can make exceptions in life.
As a result of the above, she re-watched this classical movie, over and over, more times than her old chronological age (51!). She did so on all platforms, in different countries or provinces she lived in, on airplanes, on Youtube, and of course mainly on TV. Unfortunately, she did not have the chance to watch the opera yet. One day, hopefully. Until then, she is happy to sing almost all the songs by heart. Yes, even frogs, with awful voices, can memorize lyrics to badly sing famous movie songs. Thankfully, on airplanes, most of the nearby passengers are usually sleeping. So no risk for any auditory trauma to their ears or embarrassing moments of public disturbance :).
Bearing her passion for this movie in mind, if you are a regular reader of this blog you likely also know how much Bambi thinks highly of Mr. Amine Hachem who sings elegantly and genuinely in several languages. Thus, what a musical treat for her to come across Hachem’s amazing performance of Edelweiss tonight.
In case you do not know it, Edelweiss refers to a white flower, which could be found in the Alps. Of note, this lovely song was “created for the 1959 Broadway production of The Sound of Music, as a song for the character Captain Georg von Trapp” (http://tinyurl.com/27rf99jf).
If you wish, below you can listen to the performance of the gifted tenor, Mr. Amine Hachem, along with talented pianist, Mr. Brian Holman. Following this brief Youtube video, for her own selfish pleasure, Bambi will share two YouTube videos from Sound of Music!
Long live family, romantic love, both personal freedom and values, and OF COURSE… MUSIC!
Yesterday, a reader kindly emailed Bambi a National Post article, by Ms. Jamie Sarkonak, in which she informed us that a federally-funded educational document (even if schools are a provincial responsibility in Canada) states that: “Gender binary is a colonial and white supremacist structure rather than a natural and indisputable truth”. As noted by Ms. Sarkonak, the sources of evidence used in this document are the federally-funded CBC articles and a couple of blog posts (https://shorturl.at/txKT5).
Today, Bambi came across the latest “SAAD Truth” YouTube video of the funny yet clever Dr. Gad Saad from Concordia University (Montreal, Canada). The title of his brief video is “Losing weight as a form of white supremacy and colonialism?“. Please take a moment to listen and to smile, laugh, and/or cry over the scientific quality of some of the academic publications of our collectively insane times. Thank you Dr. Saad for sharing the article’s abstract. With all due respect to everyone, including the author in question, sometimes one can only smile to such level of absurd nonsense still called science.
Bambi cannot go to sleep without sharing with you her latest musical discovery. Following the YouTube video below, you can find a quick translation of the lyrics of this sad yet beautiful French song entitled “Serve me” [Serre-moi] (http://tinyurl.com/2ck6jsr9). Bravo Mr. Capéo for your incredibly moving talent!
“Serve me
One more drink
Stay with me
one more hour
Don’t slip away
We’ve done it a thousand times
You know well that the sea will wait
Come on, squeeze me
One more beer
Toast with me
It’s the last
Come on, hold me tight
Stop your movie
One day or another, the sea will take us
It’s raining outside
The wind picks up
And my body is on fire
At night I dream, friend, I dream
It’s raining outside, it’s raining
Let the wind rise
And my body is on fire
Thirst on my lips, I dream
Oh, wave to the soul
bed of bitterness
I have a heavy heart
Like an anvil
Don’t slip away
The sailors here below
Know well that the sea does not cheat
Stop there, look at me
She’s gone, she’ll be back
Come on, hold me tight
Stop your movie
One day or another the sea will avenge us
It’s raining outside
The wind picks up
And, and I’m on fire, in my body
At night I dream, friend, I dream
Let it rain, let it rain outside
Let the wind rise
Let the wind rise
And I have the devil in my body
Thirst on the lips
Enlighten me
One more drink
That I drown in it
That I dream of it
don’t drift me
Come on, I believe in you
You know well that the sea will wait
Come on, lend me
A piece of dream
A piece of star
A bout of fever
Do not abandon me
The sailors here below
Know well that the sea will return
It’s raining outside
The wind picks up
And my body is on fire
At night I dream, friend, I dream
it’s raining outside
The wind picks up
And my body is on fire
At night I dream, friend, I dream
It’s raining outside, it’s raining
Let the wind rise
And I have the devil in my body
I have thirst on my lips
I have thirst on my lips”.
Music and emotions are truly universal. Indeed, Bambi just came across a moving performance of one of Mr. Francis Cabrel’s beautiful love songs by Mr. Ed Sheeran, a gifted English singer-songwriter (http://tinyurl.com/24p5eafv). Bravo to him for this musical treat, which she will share with you now. Long live talent, French music, and love!
When Bambi left Beirut airport a few days ago, the last scene she saw right across from her gate was Dr. Jordan Peterson’s books on the shelves. A refreshing scene of intellectual diversity, and thus social health. With all due respect to Canada, she doubts she may see this diversity of books displayed in the small university town she lives in. If she is wrong, please let her know so she can correct herself and apologize to bookstores managers or owners, whether on campus or outside. Thankfully, just ten minutes away from us, in Amherst, NS, you can see Dr. Jordan Peterson’s books. Why can’t our university town be as open-minded?
Upon her arrival home, she was moved when she opened her mail. Guess why? She received Dr. Peterson’s book in the same format as the picture above. What a thoughtful and generous gift from a dear friend abroad!
As shown at the end of this post, Bambi has at least one older post on Dr. Peterson’s latest saga with his legal battle with the College of Psychologists in Ontario. Let’s be clear here upfront, you may personally agree or disagree with Dr. Peterson. It is your right. Same for him: it is his right to publicly express his opinions. Up to us to decide whether we agree with him or not about this or that topic. Only the frontal lobes of our own brains are supposed to support us with the latter. We do not need anyone to tell us what opinion is socially acceptable or not. For instance, you may have the utmost respect (and gratitude!) for Dr. Peterson, like Bambi or you may hate him to death, not just his ideas. You are free to hold different opinions or even to be allergic to his character. So is Dr. Jordan Peterson, especially in a so-called democratic country. However, we have been living lately in collectively insane times in which Canada looks more like authoritarian states instead of the historically vibrant, even if imperfect, democracies.
Regardless of the above, it is surely not the job of a professional organization, an employer, or a union to act as the “Big Brother” of the Thought Police like in the GREAT Orwell’s book, 1984, which she is currently reading (as Christmas gift from another dear friend). The job of a College of Clinical Psychologists is to protect patients and to regulate, and ideally facilitate not harm, the work of clinicians in order to be able to support their patients to the best of their capacities.
This being said, Bambi will shut up now as she is eager to share with you a quick translation of a column (with thanks to her friend, Mr. Google Translate) written by a clever journalist from Québec, Ms. Natalie Elgrabry. This column was published in the Journal de Montréal on January 13, 2024 (http://tinyurl.com/23aunvkd). It is food for thought for all of us… and especially and hopefully for Canada’s Prime Minister, Mr. Justin Trudeau.
“Jordan Peterson is one of the most influential intellectuals in Canada, if not in the Anglo-Saxon world. He is a clinical psychologist, professor emeritus at the University of Toronto, best-selling author, and a social media celebrity with 3.7 million followers on Twitter.
Re-education
Recently, Peterson was ordered by the College of Psychologists of Ontario to undergo social media “training” at a cost of $225 per hour, at his own expense, for an indefinite period of time. Failure to do so will result in the suspension of the licence.
The College does not allege any professional misconduct on the part of Peterson. No patient has ever complained. On the other hand, some cyber-woke people denounced his personal interventions on social media. The College, as a vassal of the new inquisitors, disapproves of Peterson’s tweet of support for Poilievre and make some caustic comments about Trudeau.
This “training”, ostensibly reminiscent of the political re-education camps of the Maoist era, raises a crucial societal issue: do a professional order or an employer have the legitimacy to impose a political orthodoxy and proclaim itself the thought police?
The answer should be a stinging and emphatic “No.” A “No” that sounds the death knell of the cancel culture to which we have clearly given too much latitude. A “No” vote that rehabilitates freedom of opinion and expression and condemns intimidation.
This “No” should be declared by Justin Trudeau!
Word
Last February, Trudeau tweeted: “Canadians have the right to protest, to disagree with their government, and to make their voices heard.We will always protect that right. The Peterson affair is an opportunity for Trudeau to prove that he is a man of his word.
And if he had the courage to tweet, he would propose a policy to stem political discrimination in the workplace. After all, significant efforts are being made to prohibit discrimination against discrimination against the public”.
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