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Oakville Beaver V Ian Oliver Publisher Robert Glasbey Advertising Director Norman Alexander Editor Geoff Hill Circulation Director Teri Casas Office Manager Tim Coles Production Manager frequently the lines of obscenity get blurred and because of this, we continue to have instances where some forms of ‘art‘ are simply disgusting and degrading. The issue of obscenity is often in the eye of the beholder. But all too i on EL nE T AÂ¥ mennhinc heind N9 p en se t onl m e c t The latest example of this kind of thing is the kind of graphics being used to decorate snowboards. A local snowboard shop, and others like it, are selling boards made in the U.S. that depict scenes that are degrading to women and others that are violent in nature. The content of this ‘artâ€" work‘ is described on page 1 in this issue. 6 e e oi Ed oo k4 A 542. 9M 200600 cb ocb ts s We have had several calls about these boards from parents who have been shopping for snowboards with their children and they were appalled by what they saw. So are we. Vst Aasnite the denictions on these boards, Halton police say they do PR ie o6 C o Yet despite the depictions on these boards, Halton police say they do not fit into the guidelines for obscenity. No doubt many of them would like to see the boards stopped from entering Canada as some depict police officers being shot. This is art? This is artistic freedom? If showing one person killing another is not obscene, than what is? ty P Suge 05 us Oakville town councillor Kathy Graham | on the boards and so was Bev LeFrancois Centre. They see the boards as part of the es towards the demeaning of not only women CC Oakville town councillor Kathy Graham was outraged at the artwork on the boards and so was Bev LeFrancois of the Halton Rape Crisis Centre. They see the boards as part of the continuing assault on our sensâ€" es towards the demeaning of not only women, but also human life itself. It‘s amazing that the creators of these boards are so bankrupt of artistic ideas that they have to stoop to this kind of exploitation. But then we shouldn‘t be surprised by this kind of thing. When a rap group records a piece about killing police and a film censor with the province quits because every one of her votes to cut offensive scenes loses, something is wrong with our society. 3 y h e omieh OA ic Mn Is it little wonder in danger? EDITORIAL So much for ‘art‘ se c 467 Speers Road, Oakvu||e Ont L6K 354 845â€"3824 Fax: 845â€"3085 Classified Advertising: 845â€"2809 Circulation: 845â€"9742 or 845-9743 we have rising lawlessness and more women living The Oakville Beaver, published every Sunday, Wednesday and Fnday, a Rd., Oakville, is one of the Metroland r’nling, lishing Distributing udes: Ltd. group of suburban newspapers which incl Ajaxâ€"Pickering News T NCO SEA QUESTION OF THE WEEK Give us your opinion on this topic by calling 845â€"5585, box 5012. _ _All callers are allowed 45 seconds to respond and must provide their name, address and phone number for verificaâ€" tion. TK sampling of the best answers will be published in the next Weekend edition of the Oakville Beaver. What‘s your favorite remedy for the Sunday, Wednesday and Frid Giving a party is like having a baby. Its conception is more fun than its completion, and once you‘ve begun, it‘s impossiâ€" ble to stop. Jan Struthers Want to go to a party? You‘re invited. At the last party there was an anaesthetist from Martinique, an Algerianâ€"born cancer researcher, a French filmâ€" maker, a Scottish golfer, a phoâ€" tographer from Cincinnati, two students from Montreal, a surfer from South Africa, and two hairdressers from _ New Westminster, B.C. And that‘s just the people who were standing around the chip dip. Got some spare time Sunday? Have we got a party for you... You‘ll encounter folks who speak Canadian, American, Australian, Irish, Scottish and English. You will also hear conâ€" versations in Spanish, French, Italian, Rumanian and even Swahili is not out of the quesâ€" tion. There are, ahhh, one or two catches however. First it‘s going to cost you about $25 for the evening â€" but hey! That‘s a bargain for all the food, wine and conversation you can handle, right? The second catch is more daunting. If you want to go to this party, you have to make your way to Paris, France. Well, that‘s where the party is. In a somewhat cramped stuâ€" dio apartment just off the Rue de la Tombe Issoire, to be exact, in the 14th arrondissement of the French capital. It‘s Jim Haynes pad. Jim‘s an American expatriate, a partâ€" time lecturer, a travel writer and perhaps the last professional hippie in existence. Working hippie, that is. He‘s lived and worked in Paris since the late 70‘s. And every Sunday he‘s thrown a party for the first 50 or so people who come through his door. Well, it‘s not quite that simâ€" ple, but almost. Jim Haynes prefers his guests to telephone ahead and let him know they‘re coming. That way he knows how much to cook. But as far as place settings go, it‘s first come, first served. Jim doesn‘t give a rap if you‘re a millionaire or on the dole, a Lord Mayor or a lumberjack. Nobody gets invitâ€" ed because they‘re rich and famous and nobody â€" save drunks and gateâ€"crashers â€" gets turned down. . "The first 50 people to call me each week are in" says Jim, "but I leave a few extra places for the ones that arrive in town the day before and don‘t call until Saturday or Sunday." Jim Haynes isn‘t in it for the money. The 75 francs he charges each guest barely covâ€" ers the food and wine â€" and any profit he makes is donated to his favorite east European charâ€" ities. Haynes is one of those rarest of birds â€" a born host who just loves to help strangers meet one another. "If there‘s been one theme running through my life" he says, "it‘s been introducing people to other peoâ€" ple. A few come to my Sunday ‘dinners just to eat and drink, but I think most of them come to meet people they would never have met otherwise." Chances are you‘re riche and/or luckier than I am and a holiday in Paris figures in you! travel plans. If so, scribble thil address on the inside cover of your passport and drop Jim Haynes a line at: Atelier Aâ€" 83 Rue de la Tombe Issoirel 75014, Paris 43.27.17.67 oi 43.27.19.09. . . ; And. bon appetti. . . .. Indeed. I am not personally what you‘d call a party animal. I generally find them to be fétes worse than death. But then I‘ve never been to Jim Haynes place. If my bateau comes in and I get to spend some holiday time in Paris, I know how I‘m going to pass at least one Sunday evening. ¢