mythteller: (shepherd_book)

I was chatting with a couple of friends the other day when one friend said that Science held all the truth that people could ever need, while religion served only to mislead people by lying to them. I suggested that religion was actually performance art and it used myth to explore truths that could not be fully understood or explored by Science or Logic. My friend strongly disagreed with me, saying that religion was dangerous because the gullible put more faith in it than the truth of Science. This fact terrified her and she even went so far to say that my own spiritual beliefs scared her. Remembering an old adage that said you should never debate religion or politics in a bar, I let the matter drop.

Since that discussion the following story has been coming up quite often. Whether it be coincidence or not, I've decided to post it here to keep track of it, but also to remind me of the wolf I should be feeding rather than giving into despair or wallowing in the horribleness of people and world events (which usually gets posted on Facebook).

Yes, there are terrible people and terrible things in this world, but I prefer to celebrate beauty, kindness, and generosity rather than gorge myself on the pornography of terror, violence, and the horrible depths of human depravity.

The Two Wolves

A Cherokee elder was teaching his grandchildren about life.

He said to them, “A fight is going on inside me… it is a terrible fight between two wolves.

One wolf represents fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, hatefulness, and lies.

The other stands for joy, peace, love, hope, humbleness, kindness, friendship, generosity, faith, and truth.

This same fight is going on inside of you, and inside every other person, too.”

The children thought about it for a minute. Then one child asked his grandfather,

“Which wolf will win?”

The Cherokee elder replied…

“The one you feed.”

mythteller: (disaster)
After jumping through a few hoops, I found myself invited to speak on a panel at Can-Con in Ottawa this past weekend. The panel wasn't exactly what I expected, especially since the topic of it had changed from what I had originally agreed to speak on to a topic I knew virtually nothing about. Rather than bolting, I figured I could wing it just by listening and eventually adding my own two cents, although I had the distinct impression I was flashbacking to my CEGEP days in Seminar class when I hadn't read the material that was to be discussed.

So the topic had changed from "Paganism in Canada Today" to "Pagan influences on Speculative Literature". I know... quite the shift in focus, eh? The panel was to discuss how pagan culture and themes had influenced modern sci-fi and fantasy literature. Of course, we had to spend a good 20 minutes defining paganism, which if we had not reigned it in, could've taken over the entire hour and maybe even part of the next day. The worst part of that panel was when on of the panelists turned to me to ask "So Hobbes... who are your favorite pagan fiction authors?" To this, I completely blanked (although I was tempted to say Gerald Gardner and Aleister Crowley, just for the shock value) and babbled that I didn't read fiction based on the religion of the authors or if the book had pagan themes in it. I could see the audience questioning what the hell I was doing on this panel in the first place, which at that moment was an excellent question.

But as the discussion moved on, I did get some insight on the topic which allowed me to disagree with the other panelists. It was unfortunate that it took almost 40 minutes of this hour-long panel to figure this out, so just as we were getting into the meat of it, the next panel was chomping at the bit to get their talk started.

Personally, I don't think that the modern pagan culture influences mainstream fiction in the slightest. Our community is still too much on the fringe to have that much impact on the mainstreamers, as much as our collective egos would enjoy it.

That's not to say that sci-fi/fantasy literature doesn't employ pagan themes, but I don't think they come from our us. Unlike many other religions that have a central doctrine that radiates outward, pagan culture is de-centred, constantly in flux, and reflects the concerns of the generation. It employs a healthy amount of cultural appropriation which allows its practitioners to explore and incorporate themes, symbols, and traditions from a culture they cannot call their own.

If there are any pagan themes in modern sci-fi/fantasy literature (and there are most definitely), they come from other ethnic cultures and philosophies that are centrally defined by geography, race, and environment. Modern sci-fi/fantasy literature and modern pagan culture both borrow (and at times grave-rob) from these established ethnic cultures and philosophies to define and explore their topics and ideas.

While a pagan can read a book and recognize themes that are common within pagan community culture, those ideas are not coming from a modern, North American, neo-pagan culture, but rather from the same source that the pagan himself is either cherry-picking directly or indirectly from other pagan authors.
mythteller: (greenman)
I've posted a new story for July on my blogcast "Shortening the Road". You can listen to the tale of the Samurai and the Teamaster at:

http://shorteningtheroad.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-story-samurai-and-teamaster.html

I don't think I've posted it here yet about my latest CD called "The Bard's New Hat", but now I am. This CD contains eight tales that I've recorded over the past two years, featuring the guitar-pickings of [livejournal.com profile] shaynealexis and one tale told by [livejournal.com profile] sarahcarotte .

I'll be hosting an official CD Launch at Hurley's Irish pub on July 25th at 19h30 and selling the CD ($10 each). This will also be the last night I'll be replacing Mike Burns whlie he's away on vacation. Mike will be back telling tales at Hurley's on the last day of August.

You can read more about the CD on my website
You can read more about the CD Launch on my blogcast

I hope we'll see you on the 25th of July!
mythteller: (Default)
Today is my birthday and I'm 41 years young. I know I've said this a few
times, but whatever I thought my 40s would be like, they're really not much
different than most other parts of my life. Sure, my bones are creaking a
bit more now and I don't have as much energy as I did in my 20s, but that's
mostly due to having to carry these 50 extra pounds around my middle.

My birthday gifts this year are spectacular. The first half of my gift from
Sarah was a box of decaffeinated King Cole tea. Sarah got me hooked on the
stuff shortly after she moved in with me and it's really become my comfort
tea of choice. The problem is when I want to cuddle up with a warm cuppa at
night, which usually results in laying in bed with my eyes screwed open for
hours. Decaffeinated King Cole tea is practically impossible to find in the
grocery stores: you must order it directly from New Brunswick, which she
did, Gods bless her.

The second half of my b-day gift was going to see Stuart McLean at Place des
Arts. If you don't know, Stuart hosts the Vinyl Cafe on CBC, which is a
mixture of stories and music. Stuart's storytelling is different from mine:
he writes and tells original stories about Dave and Morely, a fictitious
family that live in Toronto. They are fabulous stories and I've been a huge
fan for years.

The live show at Place des Arts was recorded and should appear on CBC radio
in two weeks or so. The musical guest was Montreal's own Patrick Watson;
after listening to two of his pieces, I was hooked and bought his CD at the
intermission. About a month before the show, I wrote to Stuart and said that
I would be attending his show for my birthday, that I was a storyteller
myself, and would he be open to me telling a tale on his stage? His producer
wrote back promptly with regrets that folktales didn't really fit in the
format of the show, but it was worth a shot. Still, I had prepared a piece
in my mind on the off-chance he'd ask, but he didn't. Ah well... maybe I'll
have a chance to perform in Place Des Arts someday.

But there was a moment in the show that caught me by surprise. In the second
part of the show, Stuart was recounting is own stories about growing up in
Montreal and how, in 1962, his friends went to see Bob Dylan perform at the
Finjan Club on Victoria Street. Stuart went on to say that this show was
recorded by Jack Nissenson (from the band *The Mountain City Four*) and has
become one of the most sought-after bootleg CDs today.

I was bowled over for several reasons:
1. Jack is one of my dearest friends and we were meeting with him that night
in Chinatown
2. I own this bootleg CD. It is truly one of the finest bootleg CDs I've
ever heard (you can clearly hear Jack and Dylan chatting throughout the
show, even as people slowly left before his show was over).
3. I'm pretty sure Stuart learned about this show, bootleg CD, and about Jack
from a Wikipedia page <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/jack_nissenson> that I
wrote.

After the show, Sarah and I invited Stuart to join us for supper with Jack
in Chinatown, but he declined because he already had plans to have supper
with his mum.

Amazing weekend! Thanks be to Sarah for making 41 so memorable!
mythteller: (Default)
I hope I have covered the main points, but if I'm missing anything, please
let me know! Also, keep in mind that I will be covering Bardic, Dancing,
Nudity, Drumming, and Photographs as separate topics.

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2. Firepit Etiquette

One of the main attractions at pagan festivals is the firepit. As with the
ancient people, the presence of a fire naturally draws people together,
creating instant community (just add wood!). What happens around these
firepits greatly depends upon the people, the program, and sometimes the
weather.

What you can expect around a firepit is as follows:
* conversation and socializing
* bardic performances (singing, dancing, poetry, storytelling, etc.)
* dancing
* drumming
* ritual
* discussion
* all of the above
* none of the above

The firepit should be a safe place where everyone is welcome to share in the
fire's heat and light. This shared experience creates a bond, but it is
everyone's responsibility to maintain it. The firepit is a magical place
where friendships are forged, beauty is celebrated, stories are shared, and
where laughter reigns supreme.

But a firepit is also a surprisingly delicate environment. It can be easily
distroyed by ego, rudeness, carelessness, or even physical danger.

Potion Bottles
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As with many outdoor pagan gatherings (such as festivals), there may be a
wee bit of alcohol making the rounds. Pagans tend to be quite generous in
sharing their grog, but you should always wait for the offer rather than
raiding someone else's cooler. But because many people walk in their bare
feet around a firepit, especially when it is covered in sand, you should
NEVER bring glass bottles to a firepit. No matter how careful you think
you're being, it's very easy for a glass bottle to shatter and sow its sharp
seeds into the sand, and more importantly, into people's feet.

Discarded glass bottles are also a danger because it's easy to trip on them
or even shatter them with your feet. Leave your glass bottles at your
campsite and out of foot-traffic's way.

Transfer your festive potions (alcoholic or otherwise) into a plastic
container (like a water bottle or travel mug) before you approach the
firepit. You may want to identify your potion bottle in someway to
distinguish it from all the others (after a few potions, everything starts
to blur together).

It's also a good idea to bring a water bottle filled with plain, refreshing
water. Dancing around a hot firepit can dehydrate you in a hurry, especially
if you are being constantly libated with mystery alcoholic drinks. Pacing
yourself with water ensures a safe evening and a (relatively) pain-free
morning after.

Firepit Romance
===================
Pagans are an affectionate crowd, but sometimes the firelight can raise more
than just the body temperature, if you know what I mean... *waggling
eyebrows* Please keep in mind that the firepit is a social gathering where
everyone is enjoying the same space in friendship and community. If you are
connecting with a new found love, or rekindling an established flame (pun
intended), please take your public displays of suck-face affection away from
the firelight and to someplace more private.

No one is saying that you can't be affectionate with a friend, but not only
does overt sexual expression shut everyone else out. It's distracting,
uncomfortable to watch, and even harder to ignore.

Once you make that connection with someone, go for a walk and enjoy their
company without the prying eyes, allowing the rest of the people to enjoy
the fire rather than your firey passion.

Firekeepers
==============
Most firepits have a firekeeper, which is a person in charge of keeping the
fire bright, strong, and hot. Firekeepers also maintain a level of security
around the fire to keep the people safe. In recent years, some firekeepers
have also taken on the task of keeping the fire dancers hydrated by having
drinking water on hand.

Firekeeping is more than just tossing the odd log onto a blaze. There is
skilled technique at work, there is strategy, and there is a living
relationship being forged between the fire and the firekeeper. The
firekeeper creates the fire, tends to it lovingly for hours, and
extinguishes it when the celebration ends (sometimes as the sun is rising!).
Some might even see firekeeping as a sacred ritual being performed with the
fire and firekeeper as the only participants.

Unless the firekeeper says otherwise, only the firekeeper is allowed to feed
a fire. Just as you would not give candy to a child you did not know (or
whose parents you did not know), you should not poke, prod, or throw
anything into a fire without the firekeeper's permission. The sacred fire is
not a place for your garbage, no matter how pretty its firey consumption
might be. Aside from upsetting the delicate balance that the firekeeper is
trying to maintain, it can also create sudden sparks and floating embers
that burn, scald, or set others alight.

If a firekeeper asks you for help, be honored by the request and do your
best to help. Don't be afraid to thank the firekeeper for his quiet, yet
essential role in the evening's festivities. Enjoy the firelight, enjoy the
fire's heat, and respect the firekeeper's responsibility in creating that
sacred, magical space.
mythteller: (Default)
In response to a fellow pagan's post on unacceptable expectations in pagan social behavior, I've decided to try to write Pagan Etiquette Guidelines on a variety of aspects of community life. This is my first draft on this topic, so I welcome feedback!
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If you look around at a pagan event, there's so much hugging going on that you'd think a full-body hug was the equivalent of a handshake. Mainstream society's view on hugging reserves it for close friends and family, but in pagan communities, a hug can be a welcoming gesture or even an attempt to reassure others that this is a place of safety and trust.

But in truth, a hug is a form of affectionate greeting that is reserved for friends, not the population in general. There are appropriate and inappropriate moments to give a hug, and unfortunately, a hug can be intrusive and even abusive if projected onto another person without
permission.

If you've never hugged someone before, don't assume that because that person is pagan, or that the person has hugged others, that he/she is ready to hug you. Hugging involves such closeness that some people can be very picky with whom they're comfortable to be that close.

1. If the person throws their arms out, inviting you to hug them, feel free to accept the invitation.
2. If you're unsure, start with a handshake. If the person leans into you to hug you, feel free to accept the invitation.
3. If it's just a handshake, smile, look the person in the eye, and say something positive.

Unless you know the person very well, and you have a history of hugging with this person, DO NOT grab them by the body and pull them into your space without permission. Also, keep in mind that hugging does not give you free reign to kiss the person or fondle any part of their body that has nothing to do with the hug. A hug generally lasts about 2 to 10 seconds.

If you are not comfortable with being hugged, you have every right to have your boundaries respected. However, it can be difficult in the excitement of a moment to let the person who is trying to hug you to know that. A graceful way of side-stepping an unwanted hug without creating a scene is to grab an incoming hand as a handshake, using your other hand to hold them back by the
shoulder. Try to smile, maybe whisper "I'm not into hugging, thanks", and move on. It gives the other person a chance to recover gracefully and no feelings are hurt.

If the person persists on pushing through with the hug, push them back harder by the shoulder, which should throw them off. If the persistence to hug continues, push back, get out of it, and state firmly that you are not into hugging. If the persistence still continues, call out for security.

If you are the person who has launched an unwanted hug, pay attention to other person's body language. If they draw back, have their hands up, or have a frightened look on their face, change your stance and take them by the hand instead. You can easily recover from this faux pas and and save face, but you need to put respect of the other person's personal space above your need to unleash your love upon the world at large.

Above all, don't get insulted if your hug is rebuffed. Try to be gracious in your misunderstanding. No one is obligated to accept your hug, and if you think they are obligated in some way (because you're a great person, you're a celebrity, you're of the opposite gender, you should be bonding on your common ground, etc.), you're going to find yourself in a very bad, very lonely place eventually.

It can be difficult to know when hugging or handshaking is appropriate, but if you're unsure, stick with the handshake. The choice to hug or not to hug needs to be respected and not used to identify who is more pagan-than-thou. It all comes down to respecting a person's boundaries and being gracious when etiquette mistakes are made.
mythteller: (question)
I'm about to release a new CD of stories that I've recorded called "The Bard's New Hat" and I'm trying to figure out how I should market it.

Off the top, I would say that the stories are family-friendly, but there's one story that has an element that may put some people off. In the story "Brahma and the Brahman", there is a character that lives her life as a prostitute. I don't go into graphic detail about her business, but I'm wondering if just mentioning this occupation in this story puts the whole CD out of the Family-Friendly category.

I'd rather not remove the story from the CD, but I worry that it might be irresponsible or unethical to sell the CD when I know children will be listening to that story. How big a deal do you think this is?

Update: Listen to the story here.
mythteller: (sploosh)
Seeing as it is Easter Sunday for many people, I've decided to post my version of Oscar Wilde's classic tale The Selfish Giant. As I recall, I would often watch the animated version of this story around Easter, so I always associate it with Spring. You can read more about the animated film on Wikipedia or watch it on YouTube.

The same production house (Potterton Productions) also produced The Littlest Mermaid and The Happy Prince. I really need to learn the Happy Prince someday.

I told this story to a small audience at Cafe 92 Degrees in Montreal during a show called 92 Degrees of Foolishness. It was a great night of tales and music and I thank everyone who was able to share that evening with us. The magical, mystical Shayne Gryn can be heard providing the music ambiance.

The Giant's Garden
mythteller: (dr. horrible)
I sent a document out last week for review. It's a real bitch of a document to write because most of the screens in this web-based are simple fields to fill in. The problem is that most people don't know what the fields mean or how they work with the rest of the application. To be fair, we inheirited this application from another company, but this doesn't make my job any easier.
 
This is the email conversation I get from one of the programmers after I send out the reminder that his comments are due today. I have changed the comments to protect the company secrets and promote hilarity.
 
Programmer:
See below some of my comments:
 
Window 10 - The value of the frufru object should be daffodils.
Window 13 - When tracking the data, make sure you wear a purple party hat.
Window 16 - We don't support that feature anymore. We're way too cool for that.
[snip]
 
Writer:
What do you mean by "Window #" in your references below?
In future reviews, I would prefer that you add your comments directly to the PDF and publish your comments.
 
Programmer:
Is the number displayed under Window menu, I think is the slide number.
You have a total of 58.
 
*I open the PDF and look below the Windows menu*
 
Writer:
That's the page number. This is a book with 58 pages.
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After reviewing my 58 page document for a week, he only had 7 comments. This either means I'm a genius or he didn't read it until this morning. As much as I'd like to believe the genius idea, I might need to have a wee chat with his boss.
mythteller: (greenman)
Finally, the new story for March has been posted on my podcast. It is the story of Indra and what happens when a woman turns down the sexual advances of a God.

http://shorteningtheroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-story-indra-and-blind-shaman.html
mythteller: (guinness)
Although Montreal celebrates St. Patrick's Day on a Sunday with its annual parade, March 17th is the actual St. Patrick's Day, which in 2010 falls on a Wednesday. Historically, St. Patrick is one of Christianity’s best-known and most-loved saints who is credited with banishing all snakes from Ireland.

Of course, there never have been any snakes in Ireland for St. Patrick to banish, so we understand that the snakes actually represent the pagans and their beliefs that were replaced by Christian doctrine. Critics often point out that this day is mainly an excuse for the population to drink excessively and wear garishly green clothing.

At face value, the spirit of St. Patrick's Day has certainly been hijacked by boorish behaviour, but it's certainly not the only holiday in which that happens. Let's take a look at the other seasonal celebrations we have and consider their excesses:

  • For Summer, we have St. Jean Baptist Day and Canada Day.
  • For Fall, we have Thanksgiving and Halloween.
  • For Winter, we have Christmas/Yule and New Year's Day.
  • For Spring, we have St. Patrick's Day and Easter.
As far as I can tell, Easter is the only holiday where the worst thing that can happen is cracking a tooth on too much chocolate (Halloween can be accused of that too, but there is more boozing in scary masks than at Easter). So why does St. Patrick's Day get all the criticism?

What are we really celebrating in March? If you take a look outside, you'll undoubtedly notice that the snow has mostly melted away and the days are sunnier. The Vernal Equinox is nigh, signaling the coming of Spring and Summer, a time of growth, rebirth, and warmth. After three months of darkness and cold, St Patrick’s Day is our moment to cast off the dark shroud of winter and welcome the warmth of the sun and the rebirth of nature.

From a pagan perspective, many modern-day pagans refuse to celebrate or even acknowledge this day. The image of our pagan forefathers fleeing the threat of Christianity is not a pleasant thought. But just as our modern-day pagan pioneers attempted to reclaiming the word "witch", I should think pagans can attempt to reclaim the spirit of the Vernal Equinox celebration known as St. Patrick's Day.

If we're going to reclaim the mythology of this day, then we can tongue-in-cheek add our own take on the myth. If St. Patrick's Day celebrates the day when the patron saint of Ireland seemingly drove all the snakes from Ireland, then we can celebrate "All Snakes Day": the day the Druids tricked St. Patrick into thinking the snakes had been banished.

After all, we snakes are still here and we are thriving! We're lean, green, Pagan machines who welcome the Sun God and the Green Goddess with open arms, excited with what the warmer seasons have to offer in terms of their bounty and boundless possibilities. Just like the snake who sheds his outer skin, so do we shed our warm, protective clothing and feel the warmth on our faces and skin. We may even hoist a horn of mead or ale to share with our kith and kin, bringing family and friends together to make plans and celebrate the friendship that got us through the darker winter days.

So Happy All Snakes Day to you, fellow pagans! Go out and revel in the heat that warms your snake skin. And I will raise a toast to you and yours while we enjoy the longer days together. As for St. Patrick? It's only fitting that we extend him some Irish hospitality for his special day if he'll lower his ash staff and share a pint or two with us.
mythteller: (hammer)
I was listening to The Current on CBC this morning and they had a fascinating piece on Pride House in the Olympic Village. As with many segments on The Current, it made me slightly late for work. *grin*

I felt myself torn about the piece, but those mixed feelings do not include any opposition to Pride House itself. I think that it's important for the gay athletes to have a place where they can connect with other like-minded people in a safe environment. It's definitely a good thing.

What frustrates me is to understand what sexual orientation has to do with sport. The Current reporter interviewed two teenagers from a midget hockey team and one of them said that being gay doesn't make you better at your sport, so what difference should it make? The fact that an athlete likes vanilla over chocolate, votes liberal instead of conservative, listens to country music instead of top 40 seems inconsequential to the years of dedication and sacrifice made to stand proudly with the best athletes that our country has to offer. The truth of one's sexual orientation should be just as unrelated.

And yet, it isn't. For some unspecified reason, the athletes are expected to "come clean" and admit to whose intimate company they seek when not speeding down a luge track. Somehow, a closeted athletic homosexual is somehow being dishonest with the world by not disclosing the most personal and intimate aspects of himself with the information-hungry media consumer.

Why is this important? What does it have to do with the sport? Just once, I'd like someone even attempt to draw a direct relationship line between sexual orientation and the power to put a puck in a net, shoot a curling rock accurately, or jump farther on a pair of skis.

As Canadians, we should be better than this. We should be aspire to rise above petty gossip about the personal lives of people who have sacrificed so much to bring Olympic glory to their country.

I was also amused by the comments of some that some sports are very masculine, very testosterone-based, and very manly, so accepting homosexuality in those sports would be difficult. My question is: what is more manly than living true to one's values? What is more manly than living a life without regrets or apologies? What is more manly than having the courage to face your peers with honesty, compassion, and integrity?

If an athlete wishes to tell the world of his sexual orientation, that should be his choice and not an expectation of anyone. But really, it should make no difference at all. It makes me wish I were in such good shape that I could stand on a podium with a medal in my hand and say to the world "I'm a proud Canadian and I really really like blueberry ice cream." When the media scratch their heads and ask what that has to do with my win, I'll say "Exactly."
mythteller: (tiger roar)
I hope everyone has had an enjoyable Valentine's Day, however you have chosen to mark this day. This year, Sarah and I, along with a few good friends, told tales at Cafe 92 Degrees in NDG (see previous post). The two evenings of storytelling were enchanting and well-received, so we hope everyone had a great time. We're already planning our next evening of stories for the spring (maybe an evening of Wise Fools stories for April Fools Day).

I'm very excited to have had the chance to record this story which I have told fairly often over the years. I first heard told by a British storyteller who visited Montreal a few years ago during the Festival Internationale du Conte du Quebec. Since then, I have made a few tweaks here and there and come up with my own version of Love and Madness.

Enjoy!
mythteller: (mprc)
Divine Relief, the fund-raising event for Haitian relief, was held today on the 3rd floor of Melange Magique from 12pm to 4pm. This event was sponsored by Montreal Diviners, Catharine Allan, in conjunction with the MPRC and sponsored by Le Melange Magique.

In just four hours, the event raised over $1300, which was given to the Red Cross. Thanks to a commitment from the Canadian government to match any donation amount made to the Red Cross, this increases our donation to over $2600!

The Montreal Pagan Resource Centre itself contributed $65 by selling duplicate books from the community library. The MPRC was also able to contribute $200 on behalf of the Montreal Pagan Community.

Thanks to all who supported this event!
mythteller: (vocal_outrage)
So I'm working on a document for a product that has an import and export feature. The feature is pretty straightforward, but being a conscientious technical writer, I want to include context is when and why a user would want to import or export the data in this application. Just so you know, the sections are called Importing Data and Exporting Data as an SQL File.

I write to the coders (who are in France) and ask them for examples on when and why a user would perform these tasks. Here's what I get:

France coder: Write this for each section:
    Importing Data: This process explains how to import data. You only do this for a special occasion.
    Exporting Data as an SQL File: This section explains how to export the data as an SQL file. You only do this for a special occasion.
 

And I'm thinking What part of the title doesn't tell you all that already?!?! This just reminds me of what coders really think of the technical writers: when we're too stupid to really understand the technology, so we just parrot the obvious so that the lawyers can say we covered our asses.

So I write back and ask what is this Special Occasion would be ("I can't just put "special occasion" as when to perform these tasks. I need a reason!"). He writes back:

France coder (this is copy/pasted from his email): I have no idea. I personally have no example but from my experience in SW support I know it may be usefull one day.

After asking a few more probing questions, I finally came up with something to give the user some context for these features, but I got mostly blank stares from everybody. I think I'm going to suggest to the marketing team that include a complementary mirror and smoke machine to make those special occasions more dramatic.

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain! He may be importing or exporting data, but no one know why!
WHIIIZZZZ BANG! 
mythteller: (grumble)
This $300 vet bill has produced a clean bill of health for Newton. No thyroid problems, no diabetes, no nothing. Aside from being a bit underweight, he's physically fine. The vet is going to give me some medication to calm him down when we have guests over, but aside from that, there's not much I can do.

I almost wished SOMETHING would've been found, something to explain the sudden behavior from a normally sociable and loving kitty. I'll just have to keep a closer eye on him when other people are around.

My friend is recovering and our friendship has been salvaged, for which I am grateful. Hellava week.
mythteller: (OMG! Oh Noes!)
Yesterday, I had a friend visit me in the afternoon for tea. My cat Newton was padding around, hopping up for affection, and just being his affectionate self. Then my friend announced she was going to the bathroom, so she stood up and walked off and Newton bounded after her. "She's not going to feed you, dumbass!" I called after him.

Then I heard that horrible, deep-throated growl that cats make, followed by a shriek from my friend. I rushed to the bathroom and found that Newton had cornered my friend and was making a lunge for her leg. I chased him out and into the bedroom and closed the door. My friend then made a hasty exit. She later confirmed that she had two bloody gashes in her leg, but I haven't heard anything since.

I took Newton to the vet today and they are running some blood tests to check the thyroid and everything else. He's been losing alot of weight lately and there was some vomiting a couple of months ago, but since we switch to soft food only, he's been putting weight back on.

The behaviour is very weird for Newton though. He's usually very affectionate and likes attention from people. If he gets annoyed, he usually gives lots of warning before becoming aggressive. But in the last few months, the random attacks have been increasing and yesterday's out-of-the-blue attack is cementing a pattern. Other times we figured it was that he was being startled by a loud noise, but with this last incident, there was no loud noise, no provocation, and no warning.

I feel awful and sick to my stomach, both for my friend and for my cat. If the tests don't come up with something, we may have to consider putting him down, the thought of which tears me apart. But I can't have my guests fearing for their well-being because I have a cat in the house. Although he's never attacked me, he has attacked [livejournal.com profile] sarahcarotte once. This cannot stand.

I can only hope my friend can forgive me for my cat's misbehavior. And I really hope we find a solution for the cat because I don't know how I'm going to deal with watching another of pets die by my decision.
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I was listening to President Obama's speeches on the situation in Haiti and reading about the various countries (including Canada) rushing to help the victims of this devastating quake.

While listening to this speech, I was reminded of a broadcast given by the late, great Gordon Sinclair entitled The Americans. It's amazing how timeless and still pertinent this broadcast still is today, especially in light of current events.

I've pasted the text of his broadcast here, but if you can click the link and listen to the raw power of Sinclair's voice, I doubt you will be disappointed (except for the cheesy organ music playing in the background). You can clearly hear Sinclair's rage and indignation in the speech, especially when he makes a point ("And I was there... I saw that!"), then stumbles slightly in the next sentence, try to regain his composure. As a storyteller, it gives me great pleasure to hear the talented rantings of such a great orator.


"LET'S BE PERSONAL"
   Broadcast June 5, 1973     CFRB, Toronto, Ontario

Topic: "The Americans"
Click Here to Listen

The United States dollar took another pounding on German, French and British exchanges this morning, hitting the lowest point ever known in West Germany. It has declined there by 41% since 1971 and this Canadian thinks it is time to speak up for the Americans as the most generous and possibly the least-appreciated people in all the world.

As long as sixty years ago, when I first started to read newspapers, I read of floods on the Yellow River and the Yangtze. Well, Who rushed in with men and money to help? The Americans did, that's who.

They have helped control floods on the Nile, the Amazon, the Ganges and the Niger. Today, the rich bottom land of the Mississippi is under water and no foreign land has sent a dollar to help. Germany, Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain and Italy, were lifted out of the debris of war by the Americans who poured in billions of dollars and forgave other billions in debts. None of those countries is today paying even the interest on its remaining debts to the United States.

When the franc was in danger of collapsing in 1956, it was the Americans who propped it up and their reward was to be insulted and swindled on the streets of Paris. And I was there. I saw that.

When distant cities are hit by earthquake, it is the United States that hurries into help... Managua Nicaragua is one of the most recent examples. So far this spring, 59 American communities have been flattened by tornadoes. Nobody has helped.

The Marshall Plan... the Truman Policy... all pumped billions upon billions of dollars into discouraged countries. And now, newspapers in those countries are writing about the decadent war-mongering Americans.

Now, I'd like to see just one of those countries that is gloating over the erosion of the United States dollar build its own airplanes.

Come on... let's hear it! Does any other country in the world have a plane to equal the Boeing Jumbo Jet, the Lockheed Tristar or the Douglas 10? If so, why don't they fly them? Why do all international lines except Russia fly American planes? Why does no other land on earth even consider putting a man or a woman on the moon?

You talk about Japanese technocracy and you get radios. You talk about German technocracy and you get automobiles. You talk about American technocracy and you find men on the moon, not once, but several times ... and safely home again. You talk about scandals and the Americans put theirs right in the store window for everybody to look at. Even the draft dodgers are not pursued and hounded. They are right here on our streets in Toronto, most of them... unless they are breaking Canadian laws... are getting American dollars from Ma and Pa at home to spend here.

When the Americans get out of this bind... as they will... who could blame them if they said 'the hell with the rest of the world'. Let someone else buy the bonds, let someone else build or repair foreign dams or design foreign buildings that won't shake apart in earthquakes.

When the railways of France, Germany and India were breaking down through age, it was the Americans who rebuilt them. When the Pennsylvania Railroad and the New York Central went broke, nobody loaned them an old caboose. Both of them are still broke. I can name to you 5,000 times when the Americans raced to the help of other people in trouble.

Can you name to me even one time when someone else raced to the Americans in trouble? I don't think there was outside help even during the San Francisco earthquake.

Our neighbours have faced it alone and I am one Canadian who is damned tired of hearing them kicked around. They will come out of this thing with their flag high. And when they do, they are entitled to thumb their noses at the lands that are gloating over their present troubles.

I hope Canada is not one of these. But there are many smug, self-righteous Canadians. And finally, the American Red Cross was told at its 48th Annual meeting in New Orleans this morning that it was broke.

This year's disasters... with the year less than half-over... has taken it all and nobody... but nobody... has helped.

ORIGINAL SCRIPT AND AUDIO
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(c) 1973 BY GORDON SINCLAIR

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mythteller: (rudolph)
I make a point of reading this story to myself every year. I wish I had written it, but the credit goes completely to Ms. Margaret Morrison.

Enjoy this holiday tale under the LJ cut:

A Vision of Sugarplums )
mythteller: (greenman)
Tonight is the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year. I'll be holding my all-night vigil with my candle and I will hopefully still be awake at dawn to greet the sun. Happy Yule everyone.

Since November, I've been thinking about this idea of darkness and our relationship with it. Mainstream thought does not have many nice things to say about darkness, equating it with being lost, containing forbidden/dangerous knowledge, or hiding terrifying monsters.

Speaking from a purely North American mindset, I can certainly relate to these ideas. At 40 years old, I must admit to a certain amount of fear of dark places (I still get a cold chill down my spine when I turn my back on my parents dark basement and try not to dash up the stairs). When I think of friend Guy who ended his life in 2008, I imagine that he believed himself to be alone in a dark place, unable to see the people who would have carried him back to the light. The truth of it was that he wrapped himself up in his own darkness so that no one would see his pain until it become all consuming, and in the end, consumed him.

Darkness is terrifying, it is the great deceiver, and dogs our heels all of our lives. But this post isn't all doom and gloom... I promise!

As a storyteller, I recognize that dark places can be challenging and transformative if you keep your wits about you. The hero often needs to cross a dark wood, deal with shady characters, or face his own darkness before he can carry the day (and often the princess). Without the darkness to challenge us, how would we grow? It is the process of fighting our way out of those dark places that we become stronger, more confident that we can achieve more than we thought we could. But in so doing, we always carry some of that darkness with us, sometimes as a badge, sometimes as a reminder.

This past summer at KG, Thornhaven honored me by asking for my help on designing and executing a Men's Ritual that moved away from the Warrior archetype. We explored the three rings of self-identity, where I had to deal with the centre of one's being (you can read more that in my August 6th post). This place is especially terrifying because the darkness at the centre of your being forces you to face yourself in the most honest of ways, a brutal type of honesty. People spend their whole lives filling it with distractions to NOT have to face this type of reality.

But as I mentioned before, darkness can be a deceiver as well. It can trick you into believing that you are alone and disconnected. When you look out into the darkness and see nothing and no one, you may believe that you have no one to call friend, or worse, there's something out there that means you ill. But the truth of it is that there are others in that darkness looking for you as well, wondering why they are alone too.

The only way that you can reveal yourself is by sharing your light. People share their light with each other all the time through acts of kindness, generosity, and beauty. And by sharing our light with others, we increase our own light and the light of others. This isn't some kind of hippie-drippy, granola idea: it's reality. If the light of one candle can reveal one person, the light of many candles can reveal a group.

Our mainstream society has tricked us into thinking that there is some kind of power and prestige in walking alone. This is a lie. No one gets anywhere in this life without the support of family, friends, teachers, mentors, strangers, enemies, etc. All of these people carry us through our lives, and we in turn carry them. We share our light with their light, making navigating the darkness of the unknown that much easier.

So on this eve of the Winter Solstice, I wish to thank you for sharing your light with me over the year. I look forward to sharing your light in the New Year. Namaste.

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