That's what the old song says. It has always seemed like sound advice to me. So, with that in mind, I decided to try something new. Laughter Yoga.
I do "regular" yoga--Hatha yoga, really--on a sporadic basis, and I have been exploring Yin Yoga, which I really like, so Laughter Yoga was not such a far stretch. My yoga guru and good friend Heather, who operates the Ananda Center for Balance here in Fort McMurray, was offering a Laughter Yoga Leader training workshop. It just all came together.
Seven other intrepid souls and I joined Heather for two days of breathing, laughing and stretching, and it was AMAZING. And the best part is that I am now certified to lead others in the practice, so I don't have to stand around laughing by myself. (I figure if I am in a group, it is less likely that I will be carted away by the men in little white coats...)
Laughter Yoga is not like your standard yoga, where you twist yourself into a lot of shapes that not even pretzel dough could achieve. You simply stand, or sit, and do a series of exercises designed to enhance your breathing and lift your spirits. The technique was developed by an Indian medical doctor, Dr. Madan Kataria, after he noticed that patients with a positive attitude recovered faster. He started out using jokes to get people laughing, but the jokes wore thin pretty quickly. He then developed methods of getting people to laugh for no reason at all, starting with making laughing sounds like ho, ho and ha, ha, ha. It seems that the body does not differentiate between laughter that is real and laughter that is pretend. So we pretend to laugh, and soon, for most of us, we are laughing for real.
And we laugh. And laugh. The literature for the program tells us that 10 minutes of healthy laughter is the equivalent of 30 minutes on a treadmill. I believe that--after the multiple sessions over the course of the workshop, I was exhausted. And exhilarated!
We also addressed letting go and playing. Many of the exercises in Laughter Yoga are designed to release a childlike sense of wonder and play. We wore silly hats and played make-believe games. And laughed. Looking into the eyes of someone who is laughing will set off another spate of laughing, too. So we laughed some more. It was a marvelous release, and I really do feel better for having laughed so hard for so long.
I am now working to laugh alone, though I still feel a little self-conscious laughing at myself in the mirror. It came much more easily today, and I suspect tomorrow will be even easier. I'm a laughing fool.
There are 8 of us who are certified to lead LY now, along with Heather, and we have founded a LY Club here in town. It is free for anyone who wishes to attend and the details are on Ananda's website. Our inaugural session will be on Sunday, April 17, 3-4 pm. And for those of you who are planning to come to Fibre Week, there will be laughter there, too. The where and when TBA.
So, if you see me dancing around, clapping my hands and laughing like a loon, do not assume that my cheese has finally slid off my cracker. I'm just doing yoga.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
...And On A Brighter Note
Whew! I'm glad I got that off my chest yesterday. We now return you to our regularly scheduled fibre blog:
Hey! Wanna try something new? If you happen to be free on Friday afternoon, come play with silk and shibori.
I will be leading a workshop called Get the Fibre Bug at the Haxton Centre here in Fort McMurray as part of their Art in Nature program. The program runs weekly on Friday afternoons from 1:30 to 3:30, and this Friday, March 18, it will be all about the insects we love to spin, weave, and dye with. We will work together to tie our own one-of-a-kind shibori scarf while I natter on about silk worms and sericulture, how we process and spin silk, and the different types of silk available to us. Then our scarves will go into the dyepot and we will explore the wonders of cochineal, that wonder bug that gives us the most glorious reds.
And the best part? It's absolutely FREE! You heard me, free. And you get a spanky scarf to take home at the end. How can you beat that?
Hey! Wanna try something new? If you happen to be free on Friday afternoon, come play with silk and shibori.
I will be leading a workshop called Get the Fibre Bug at the Haxton Centre here in Fort McMurray as part of their Art in Nature program. The program runs weekly on Friday afternoons from 1:30 to 3:30, and this Friday, March 18, it will be all about the insects we love to spin, weave, and dye with. We will work together to tie our own one-of-a-kind shibori scarf while I natter on about silk worms and sericulture, how we process and spin silk, and the different types of silk available to us. Then our scarves will go into the dyepot and we will explore the wonders of cochineal, that wonder bug that gives us the most glorious reds.
And the best part? It's absolutely FREE! You heard me, free. And you get a spanky scarf to take home at the end. How can you beat that?
Monday, March 14, 2011
Winning! Or What is Wrong With the Internet
WARNING: Today's post has very little to do with knitting, spinning or string in general. It is a rant, based upon personal responses to recent events and too much cold medication. You may take or leave the opinions expressed below, according to your own personal editing mechanisms. Just because it is on the internet does not mean the following has any value to anyone besides the author.
Well, all that found time I wrote about in my last post got eaten up pretty darned quick! Here I am, ten days later, playing catch-up again.
Since we last visited, I have been to Edmonton, where Miss Julia had surgery on her knee, and back. I spent most of last week sitting and waiting, knitting mindless wristwarmers, and pondering the Mysteries of the Universe. And now I am down with another head cold that is making me too groggy and grumpy to do much except ponder some more.
I have pondered the events of my past month, and the factors that led up to my misadventures with US Customs. I have pondered the Great Question of art versus craft. I have pondered the bizarre weather of this past winter, its causes and its impact on my life. I have pondered survival tactics for the upcoming zombie apocalypse. But mostly, I have pondered technology, the internet, and social media.
You see, I have been engaged in a triangular love-hate relationship with my computer and cell-phone for the past seven or eight years, as they have subtly inserted their tentacles deeply into every aspect of my life. I resent the intrusion of the constant ringing of the phone in my pocket, yet I cannot leave the house without it for fear I miss something important. I dread opening my emails each day, not knowing if good or bad news lurks there, but I am addicted to that beep that lets me know there is a new incoming message. I remember the halcyon days when multi-tasking meant listening to music when I knit, yet I thrive on juggling emails, phone calls, a person in the room, and plying a complex boucle yarn. All at the same time. While supper is cooking.
As the years have passed, I have come to rely more and more on my computer. I use it to write and print letters and information. I use it to make art. I use it to organize and store my pictures. I use it to organize Fibre Week from 700 km away. I use it to organize workshops. I use it to teach. I use it to stay in touch with family and friends. I use it to find out what is happening in the world around me.
I am more connected than ever, too. I carry a laptop when I travel to stay in touch. I have emails and Facebook on my phone. I tweet from all over, thanks to SMS. I am wired into the world.
But lately, all of the nonsense and bullsh*it coming across the wireless waves is really annoying me. From bad spinning and knitting tips being foisted onto unsuspecting beginners on forums and newlists to the whole Charlie Sheen debacle, I feel like the internet is drowning in a sea of swill. All garbage, all day. We are so "in touch" that we are losing touch with reality. What is real is the horror of the earthquake in Japan. What is unreal is the deluge of hateful Facebook updates suggesting that the earthquake was payback for Pearl Harbor or Japan's whaling activities. What is real is that Charlie Sheen in a cocaine-addled celebrity in dire need of help. What is not real is that he is WINNING! Or funny.
Yet, every time I fire up the old computer, there it is, in all it's glory. Unlimited information. Such that it is in the 21st Century. Communicated to us instantly. We are in touch with the world around us, all day, every day. We know EVERYTHING!! All at once!
I like the Information Age. I love that I can keep track of people's lives via Facebook, and that I can type my rambling philosophical thoughts into this blog. The internet is a good thing. Most of the time.
In 1964, a rather clever fellow by the name of Marshall McLuhan wrote a book about television and its influence on society. He coined the phrase "The medium is the message", which, essentially, means that the way information is delivered influences how that message is received. Little did Mr. McLuhan know how true that would become in the internet age. Everything on teh interwebz is True! Everything on the world wide web is Important! Every email is Urgent! Every tweet, status update, and blog post is Vital Information, without which, the WORLD WILL END!!!!
McLuhan's opinion was that as news and information invaded the home, it became more intimate, more a part of our day-to-day lives. We could not separate the information on television from our daily lives anymore. I wonder if he ever imagined a day when we carried our media in our pockets and had 24-hour access to that information. Or that information having 24-hour access to us.
We have lost the ability to turn the message off. The medium is so ingrained in our lives that we cannot escape the message. McLuhan suggested that the content of that message itself was more or less irrelevant, which leads me to my point. We are losing our sense of perspective. We are unable to discern good information from bad. We are losing our ability to think critically. We are becoming media-driven zombies, unable to escape the constant barrage of information, good and bad, and increasingly unable to differentiate which is which. We are becoming more isolated, and more cruel to each other.
Now, I am not saying that there were no sources of bad information before the internet conquered the world. I am not saying that there was not specious gossip, or pointless distractions thrown at us. Nonsense and bullsh*t were invented 15 minutes before civilization was. But, with electronic media in our faces 24/7, beeping urgently at us, we do not have the time to sift through every message we receive for the facts. And the facts are getting few and far between. With more and more social media sites and blogs, we are getting fewer facts and a lot more opinions. Not that opinions are bad--this whole post is nothing more than an opinion--but they are often used in place of facts. Because we are so constantly bombarded, we are not sorting our information and opinion and fact are becoming one.
The key to survival is to learn how to look past the medium to the message. The internet has become so much a part of our lives that we cannot live without it, or see past it. But it is only a tool, just like a hammer. We can choose to use a hammer to build, or to destroy. But that is up to each of us as individuals. We can do the same with our blogs, our tweets, our status updates. We each of us control the medium. We ARE the internet and social media. We can be a positive force, building a better world, by choosing not to spread bad information or mean comments. We can make sure of our facts before we share information on forums or blogs. We can stop retweeting gossip and speculation.
Information is currency. And the more stable the currency, the greater its value. We cannot censor the thoughts and opinions of others, but we can question their value. We do not have to blindly believe it because it is streaming into our computers and phones. We can get second opinions and form opinions of our own. We can question "facts" that seem odd. We can check with a second source before we drink the Kool-aid. (Seriously, a recent study found that most students rely on the first information they find and do not seek a second source. And several bloggers argued that the study was unfair, because the researchers doing the study made their website "too believable" or that the children were too young to know better. Kids question Santa Claus, but not the tree octopus. They can find porn, but not information on where Egypt is actually located. What is that about, then?)
We are thinking creatures. So let's think when we use the internet. Let's not turn off our brains because of a few flashy graphics or a viral link. If we let the medium dictate our lives, that zombie apocalypse I am preparing for will happen a lot sooner than we expect!
Well, all that found time I wrote about in my last post got eaten up pretty darned quick! Here I am, ten days later, playing catch-up again.
Since we last visited, I have been to Edmonton, where Miss Julia had surgery on her knee, and back. I spent most of last week sitting and waiting, knitting mindless wristwarmers, and pondering the Mysteries of the Universe. And now I am down with another head cold that is making me too groggy and grumpy to do much except ponder some more.
I have pondered the events of my past month, and the factors that led up to my misadventures with US Customs. I have pondered the Great Question of art versus craft. I have pondered the bizarre weather of this past winter, its causes and its impact on my life. I have pondered survival tactics for the upcoming zombie apocalypse. But mostly, I have pondered technology, the internet, and social media.
You see, I have been engaged in a triangular love-hate relationship with my computer and cell-phone for the past seven or eight years, as they have subtly inserted their tentacles deeply into every aspect of my life. I resent the intrusion of the constant ringing of the phone in my pocket, yet I cannot leave the house without it for fear I miss something important. I dread opening my emails each day, not knowing if good or bad news lurks there, but I am addicted to that beep that lets me know there is a new incoming message. I remember the halcyon days when multi-tasking meant listening to music when I knit, yet I thrive on juggling emails, phone calls, a person in the room, and plying a complex boucle yarn. All at the same time. While supper is cooking.
As the years have passed, I have come to rely more and more on my computer. I use it to write and print letters and information. I use it to make art. I use it to organize and store my pictures. I use it to organize Fibre Week from 700 km away. I use it to organize workshops. I use it to teach. I use it to stay in touch with family and friends. I use it to find out what is happening in the world around me.
I am more connected than ever, too. I carry a laptop when I travel to stay in touch. I have emails and Facebook on my phone. I tweet from all over, thanks to SMS. I am wired into the world.
But lately, all of the nonsense and bullsh*it coming across the wireless waves is really annoying me. From bad spinning and knitting tips being foisted onto unsuspecting beginners on forums and newlists to the whole Charlie Sheen debacle, I feel like the internet is drowning in a sea of swill. All garbage, all day. We are so "in touch" that we are losing touch with reality. What is real is the horror of the earthquake in Japan. What is unreal is the deluge of hateful Facebook updates suggesting that the earthquake was payback for Pearl Harbor or Japan's whaling activities. What is real is that Charlie Sheen in a cocaine-addled celebrity in dire need of help. What is not real is that he is WINNING! Or funny.
Yet, every time I fire up the old computer, there it is, in all it's glory. Unlimited information. Such that it is in the 21st Century. Communicated to us instantly. We are in touch with the world around us, all day, every day. We know EVERYTHING!! All at once!
I like the Information Age. I love that I can keep track of people's lives via Facebook, and that I can type my rambling philosophical thoughts into this blog. The internet is a good thing. Most of the time.
In 1964, a rather clever fellow by the name of Marshall McLuhan wrote a book about television and its influence on society. He coined the phrase "The medium is the message", which, essentially, means that the way information is delivered influences how that message is received. Little did Mr. McLuhan know how true that would become in the internet age. Everything on teh interwebz is True! Everything on the world wide web is Important! Every email is Urgent! Every tweet, status update, and blog post is Vital Information, without which, the WORLD WILL END!!!!
McLuhan's opinion was that as news and information invaded the home, it became more intimate, more a part of our day-to-day lives. We could not separate the information on television from our daily lives anymore. I wonder if he ever imagined a day when we carried our media in our pockets and had 24-hour access to that information. Or that information having 24-hour access to us.
We have lost the ability to turn the message off. The medium is so ingrained in our lives that we cannot escape the message. McLuhan suggested that the content of that message itself was more or less irrelevant, which leads me to my point. We are losing our sense of perspective. We are unable to discern good information from bad. We are losing our ability to think critically. We are becoming media-driven zombies, unable to escape the constant barrage of information, good and bad, and increasingly unable to differentiate which is which. We are becoming more isolated, and more cruel to each other.
Now, I am not saying that there were no sources of bad information before the internet conquered the world. I am not saying that there was not specious gossip, or pointless distractions thrown at us. Nonsense and bullsh*t were invented 15 minutes before civilization was. But, with electronic media in our faces 24/7, beeping urgently at us, we do not have the time to sift through every message we receive for the facts. And the facts are getting few and far between. With more and more social media sites and blogs, we are getting fewer facts and a lot more opinions. Not that opinions are bad--this whole post is nothing more than an opinion--but they are often used in place of facts. Because we are so constantly bombarded, we are not sorting our information and opinion and fact are becoming one.
The key to survival is to learn how to look past the medium to the message. The internet has become so much a part of our lives that we cannot live without it, or see past it. But it is only a tool, just like a hammer. We can choose to use a hammer to build, or to destroy. But that is up to each of us as individuals. We can do the same with our blogs, our tweets, our status updates. We each of us control the medium. We ARE the internet and social media. We can be a positive force, building a better world, by choosing not to spread bad information or mean comments. We can make sure of our facts before we share information on forums or blogs. We can stop retweeting gossip and speculation.
Information is currency. And the more stable the currency, the greater its value. We cannot censor the thoughts and opinions of others, but we can question their value. We do not have to blindly believe it because it is streaming into our computers and phones. We can get second opinions and form opinions of our own. We can question "facts" that seem odd. We can check with a second source before we drink the Kool-aid. (Seriously, a recent study found that most students rely on the first information they find and do not seek a second source. And several bloggers argued that the study was unfair, because the researchers doing the study made their website "too believable" or that the children were too young to know better. Kids question Santa Claus, but not the tree octopus. They can find porn, but not information on where Egypt is actually located. What is that about, then?)
We are thinking creatures. So let's think when we use the internet. Let's not turn off our brains because of a few flashy graphics or a viral link. If we let the medium dictate our lives, that zombie apocalypse I am preparing for will happen a lot sooner than we expect!
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Saturday, March 05, 2011
Found Time
I am home, safe, warm, and sick. Well, okay, I'm recovering from being sick.
And I was suddenly faced with 2 weeks of time that I had not previously had at my disposal. Found time, as it were.
After my little adventure in Vancouver, I flew home to -35 degree temperatures and a fabulous head cold that laid me flat out for three or four days. Then, just as I was feeling better, that nasty little virus came back for another swing at me. I did little to nothing for my first week of found time, except for sleep.
I have, however, been checking my emails and Facebook, and I do have to send warm thanks to everyone who wrote or checked-in. Your support and understanding has been amazing, and I know that things will work out in the end.
Having said that, this has become my new theme song:
I am up and about again, and as my sinuses dry up, I have been spinning.
I finished up the stunning sock yarn that I started from fibre dyed by the incomparable Sarah Wilson (theytoldmesew on Etsy), in colors specially chosen for me...
...3-ply BFL/silk blend, 6 tpi, and 18 wpi. It is being knit into a lacy sock that plays with the almost luminescent quality of the yarn.
Then I finished up the second bobbin of bison/Merino/silk/qiviut blend from Ancient Arts Fibre Crafts and plied it up...
...2-ply, 5 tpi, 20 wpi, and as cushy and as soft as you would expect from the blend of lovely soft things that went into it.
Then, for no apparent reason, I decided I needed some woollen Cormo...
...2-ply, 5 tpi, 12 wpi, cushy and soft, too.
There is now some baby alpaca/silk/cashmere on the wheel, because once I started spinning I didn't want to stop!
Except, of course, to cast on a second lace shawl. Because one set of insane little charts is not quite enough to drive me mad. Actually, the aforementioned Sarah Wilson asked me a simple question about Swallowtail, and I had to cast it on to work the answer through...and I just kept going.
I haven't just sat and spun for ages, let alone knit not one, but two shawls.
It's a good thing I found all this time laying around. Better use it up quick before someone else comes along and claims it.
And I was suddenly faced with 2 weeks of time that I had not previously had at my disposal. Found time, as it were.
After my little adventure in Vancouver, I flew home to -35 degree temperatures and a fabulous head cold that laid me flat out for three or four days. Then, just as I was feeling better, that nasty little virus came back for another swing at me. I did little to nothing for my first week of found time, except for sleep.
I have, however, been checking my emails and Facebook, and I do have to send warm thanks to everyone who wrote or checked-in. Your support and understanding has been amazing, and I know that things will work out in the end.
Having said that, this has become my new theme song:
I am up and about again, and as my sinuses dry up, I have been spinning.
I finished up the stunning sock yarn that I started from fibre dyed by the incomparable Sarah Wilson (theytoldmesew on Etsy), in colors specially chosen for me...
...3-ply BFL/silk blend, 6 tpi, and 18 wpi. It is being knit into a lacy sock that plays with the almost luminescent quality of the yarn.
Then I finished up the second bobbin of bison/Merino/silk/qiviut blend from Ancient Arts Fibre Crafts and plied it up...
...2-ply, 5 tpi, 20 wpi, and as cushy and as soft as you would expect from the blend of lovely soft things that went into it.
Then, for no apparent reason, I decided I needed some woollen Cormo...
...2-ply, 5 tpi, 12 wpi, cushy and soft, too.
There is now some baby alpaca/silk/cashmere on the wheel, because once I started spinning I didn't want to stop!
Except, of course, to cast on a second lace shawl. Because one set of insane little charts is not quite enough to drive me mad. Actually, the aforementioned Sarah Wilson asked me a simple question about Swallowtail, and I had to cast it on to work the answer through...and I just kept going.
I haven't just sat and spun for ages, let alone knit not one, but two shawls.
It's a good thing I found all this time laying around. Better use it up quick before someone else comes along and claims it.
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Monday, February 21, 2011
Derailed!
You know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men...
When last I checked in, I was scrambling to prepare for 3 weeks of Master Spinner classes in the American Southwest. Today, I am stranded in Vancouver, where I have been since Friday evening.
The trip started off well enough. An uneventful flight from Fort McMurray to Edmonton, renting a car without incident, and a fun night of recording a vocal track for the Odd-Lot Puppetry Company. Great to see Brendan and Lisa and Troy, and The Water Show (written by Yours Truly) is enjoying a stunning revival. Gorgeous puppets and a spanky new soundtrack, along with a slight rewrite to emphasize the importance of water conservation.
Lunch with my Mom the next day, then off to Edmonton International Airport again. Onto a plane for Vancouver...an odd route to my layover in Las Vegas, but one that saved some serious coin for the college when I booked it. Once again, an uneventful flight, with lots of knitting accomplished.
The changeover from a domestic flight to an international flight is quite a hectic scramble at YVR, but went smoothly, so I was quite calm, though a little winded, by the time I got to US Customs and Immigration. The young man in the booth asked the purpose of my trip, and when I told him I was going to some spinning classes, he asked whether I was going to learn or to teach. Armed with supporting paperwork from Olds College, I had no reason to lie, so I told him I was teaching. He seemed rather flustered and asked for my visa, and when I produced the letter and paperwork from the college, I was sent down the hall for secondary questioning. No problem, I had been through this before, as have others who work for the Master Spinner Program.
Except, this time, I was denied entry.
The whole episode was rather unpleasant and I will not get into the gory details here, except to say that at one point I was told that it was a waste of time to spend 7 years to learn to spin, and at another point, the legality of making people pay for spinning lessons was questioned. The worst of it was that the agent who was dealing with me had to go into several back rooms to consult with "experts" on my case, and each time he did, a head popped around a door frame to peer at me as if I were some sort of exotic bug. The agent in charge would then explain that I teach spinning, "not the bicycle kind" and make an odd, drafting motion with his hands. Then they would all turn and look at me again. I really began to feel that spinning was some sort of terrible thing to be doing, since it got these guys so worked up.
It was actually kind of surreal.
In the end, they used a rather arcane loophole to deny my application for entry and sent me on my merry way. This incident will not affect my future travel into the US or appear anywhere on any sort of record. I was considered "compliant" and "nice". ( I can hear some of you laughing at the thought of me being either. Stop that!) One guy even apologized.
So. Here I was in Vancouver for longer than the one-hour layover I had been expecting.
Fortunately for me, two of my lovely children just so happen to live in Vancouver, so I had someplace to go and someone to give me a hug. I drank a bottle of wine and cried like I have never cried before in my life.
I got up the next morning and the sun was shining and life was going on, so I figured I had survived the whole episode, more or less unscathed. Sometimes life throws these things at us, for reasons we cannot even begin to fathom, and it is how we cope that shows our true character. My true character appears to be much calmer than I thought it was, because I have chosen to not panic, not quit teaching forever, and not go on some sort of anti-American rampage. Stuff happens. Get over it.
The people I truly feel badly for in this situation are the students in Tucson. They have been anticipating this class, taking time off work and traveling to attend. However, an obtuse ruling by a single Customs and Border Patrol agent have denied them the opportunity to have the class run as expected. This program is unique in the world, and the rules don't seem to apply, or not apply as the case may be. I genuinely hope that the college and the US organizers can work this out and we can continue with the classes as planned. I'm standing by...
As for me, I get an unexpected vacation in Sunny Vancouver (which was not an ironic statement until this afternoon when snowflakes the size of small kittens began to fall from a lead grey sky). I have had the opportunity to hang out with the lovely and talented Miss Lexi, to walk on the beach, and to nom on Solly's bagels. I have a loving and supporting family. And I have had the kindness and support of the administration at Olds College, and the support of the US organizers to keep me going.
On Friday, this was the most devastating event of my life. By yesterday, it was the beginning of a new adventure. In two weeks, it will be another funny story for the repertoire.
Sometimes, life throws these things at us. Deal with it. Make it an adventure.
I have.
When last I checked in, I was scrambling to prepare for 3 weeks of Master Spinner classes in the American Southwest. Today, I am stranded in Vancouver, where I have been since Friday evening.
The trip started off well enough. An uneventful flight from Fort McMurray to Edmonton, renting a car without incident, and a fun night of recording a vocal track for the Odd-Lot Puppetry Company. Great to see Brendan and Lisa and Troy, and The Water Show (written by Yours Truly) is enjoying a stunning revival. Gorgeous puppets and a spanky new soundtrack, along with a slight rewrite to emphasize the importance of water conservation.
Lunch with my Mom the next day, then off to Edmonton International Airport again. Onto a plane for Vancouver...an odd route to my layover in Las Vegas, but one that saved some serious coin for the college when I booked it. Once again, an uneventful flight, with lots of knitting accomplished.
The changeover from a domestic flight to an international flight is quite a hectic scramble at YVR, but went smoothly, so I was quite calm, though a little winded, by the time I got to US Customs and Immigration. The young man in the booth asked the purpose of my trip, and when I told him I was going to some spinning classes, he asked whether I was going to learn or to teach. Armed with supporting paperwork from Olds College, I had no reason to lie, so I told him I was teaching. He seemed rather flustered and asked for my visa, and when I produced the letter and paperwork from the college, I was sent down the hall for secondary questioning. No problem, I had been through this before, as have others who work for the Master Spinner Program.
Except, this time, I was denied entry.
The whole episode was rather unpleasant and I will not get into the gory details here, except to say that at one point I was told that it was a waste of time to spend 7 years to learn to spin, and at another point, the legality of making people pay for spinning lessons was questioned. The worst of it was that the agent who was dealing with me had to go into several back rooms to consult with "experts" on my case, and each time he did, a head popped around a door frame to peer at me as if I were some sort of exotic bug. The agent in charge would then explain that I teach spinning, "not the bicycle kind" and make an odd, drafting motion with his hands. Then they would all turn and look at me again. I really began to feel that spinning was some sort of terrible thing to be doing, since it got these guys so worked up.
It was actually kind of surreal.
In the end, they used a rather arcane loophole to deny my application for entry and sent me on my merry way. This incident will not affect my future travel into the US or appear anywhere on any sort of record. I was considered "compliant" and "nice". ( I can hear some of you laughing at the thought of me being either. Stop that!) One guy even apologized.
So. Here I was in Vancouver for longer than the one-hour layover I had been expecting.
Fortunately for me, two of my lovely children just so happen to live in Vancouver, so I had someplace to go and someone to give me a hug. I drank a bottle of wine and cried like I have never cried before in my life.
I got up the next morning and the sun was shining and life was going on, so I figured I had survived the whole episode, more or less unscathed. Sometimes life throws these things at us, for reasons we cannot even begin to fathom, and it is how we cope that shows our true character. My true character appears to be much calmer than I thought it was, because I have chosen to not panic, not quit teaching forever, and not go on some sort of anti-American rampage. Stuff happens. Get over it.
The people I truly feel badly for in this situation are the students in Tucson. They have been anticipating this class, taking time off work and traveling to attend. However, an obtuse ruling by a single Customs and Border Patrol agent have denied them the opportunity to have the class run as expected. This program is unique in the world, and the rules don't seem to apply, or not apply as the case may be. I genuinely hope that the college and the US organizers can work this out and we can continue with the classes as planned. I'm standing by...
As for me, I get an unexpected vacation in Sunny Vancouver (which was not an ironic statement until this afternoon when snowflakes the size of small kittens began to fall from a lead grey sky). I have had the opportunity to hang out with the lovely and talented Miss Lexi, to walk on the beach, and to nom on Solly's bagels. I have a loving and supporting family. And I have had the kindness and support of the administration at Olds College, and the support of the US organizers to keep me going.
On Friday, this was the most devastating event of my life. By yesterday, it was the beginning of a new adventure. In two weeks, it will be another funny story for the repertoire.
Sometimes, life throws these things at us. Deal with it. Make it an adventure.
I have.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Messin' With Ur Space/Time Continium
There is nothing wrong with my life that couldn't be fixed by a clone and a wormhole. It's that simple. If there were 2 of me and we could both bend space and time, everything would be peachy...
(Please note that the misspelling of "continuum" in the post title is the lol cat's, not mine!)
I've whined before about the lack of time in any given day, and I shall whine again. Ioccasionally always bite off more than I can chew. This time around it is 3 Master Spinners classes in 3 cities in 3 weeks. Which means I am prepping for 3 full weeks of travel, organizing 3 separate classes, in 3 different (and unknown) venues, working with 3 different coordinators. I'm sourcing and shipping materials and rounding up resources and equipment. And packing, packing, packing. (That's 3 weeks worth of packing. Get it?!? Hah!)
On top of that, I am finalizing contracts and workshop information with 2 other festivals and negotiating a couple of local natural dye workshops. My inbox resembles Grand Central Station right now.
Add to that the addition of my new exercise regimen, intended to help my knee heal without surgical intervention, and all of the day-to-day joys of domestic living, and the day is over before it starts.
One thing that I promised myself I would do in 2011, though, is find time to spin. Every day. And, no matter what else is going on, that time is found. Every day.
Unfortunately, I have not seen the fruits of this dedicated effort until this week...
...which, I suppose is what I deserve for starting the year off with 1300 yards (1188m) of laceweight worsted 2-ply. For those of you into stats, that is 175 g, 12 tpi, with a Count of 12s, 147RTex/2, 36 wraps per inch. For those of you not into stats, that is lots and lots of fairly fine yarn.
It is, as my friend Marg says, a skein of great beauty. The fibre is from Kimber Baldwin at Fiber Optic, 80% Merino/20% silk, gradation dyed from deep indigo to gold...
...with the colors blending brilliantly in between.
And what do I see when I look at this cake of yarn? A swirling vortex...or...A WORMHOLE.
I have cast on and am now knitting Queen Anne's Lace from MMarioKknits (Rav link) to play up the swirl of colors from dark to light, and if I may say so, the yarn is brilliant.
So, I am well on my way to having that wormhole I need. Now to work on the clone...
(Please note that the misspelling of "continuum" in the post title is the lol cat's, not mine!)
I've whined before about the lack of time in any given day, and I shall whine again. I
On top of that, I am finalizing contracts and workshop information with 2 other festivals and negotiating a couple of local natural dye workshops. My inbox resembles Grand Central Station right now.
Add to that the addition of my new exercise regimen, intended to help my knee heal without surgical intervention, and all of the day-to-day joys of domestic living, and the day is over before it starts.
One thing that I promised myself I would do in 2011, though, is find time to spin. Every day. And, no matter what else is going on, that time is found. Every day.
Unfortunately, I have not seen the fruits of this dedicated effort until this week...
...which, I suppose is what I deserve for starting the year off with 1300 yards (1188m) of laceweight worsted 2-ply. For those of you into stats, that is 175 g, 12 tpi, with a Count of 12s, 147RTex/2, 36 wraps per inch. For those of you not into stats, that is lots and lots of fairly fine yarn.
It is, as my friend Marg says, a skein of great beauty. The fibre is from Kimber Baldwin at Fiber Optic, 80% Merino/20% silk, gradation dyed from deep indigo to gold...
...with the colors blending brilliantly in between.
And what do I see when I look at this cake of yarn? A swirling vortex...or...A WORMHOLE.
I have cast on and am now knitting Queen Anne's Lace from MMarioKknits (Rav link) to play up the swirl of colors from dark to light, and if I may say so, the yarn is brilliant.
So, I am well on my way to having that wormhole I need. Now to work on the clone...
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Friday, February 04, 2011
Vegas, Baby!
The Prodigal Blogger returns!
Briefly.
I had the greatest of intentions to post weekly this year, even scheduling a time every week to blog. And I did it for two weeks. Sorta.
Then I took a vacation...
Vegas, Baby!
I travel a lot. I love to travel, see new things, meet new people. I think there may be a wee drop of Gypsy blood somewhere in my background. But in the past couple of years, every trip I have taken has had a work component. I was beginning to suspect that I was afraid to take a vacation and relax.
And I took another vacation-phobe with me...
...the lovely and talented Miss Lexi.
We went to Las Vegas. Sin City. What happens there, stays there. And what did we do?
We slept. And walked. We saw some shows. We ate.
We did not get drunk and stay that way (in spite of the yard-long Bellinis in so many of our pictures). We did not hire escorts. We did not steal tigers. We spent a lovely five days resting, strolling, shopping, and reconnecting. We were there for 4 days before we realized we hadn't even strayed outside of a three-hotel radius.
It was amazing.
Theexcuse reason for the trip was to see Cher in her final performances at Caesar's Palace. I've been a fan forever and had been trying for the last three years to see this show while on a teaching junket, but always missed it by a week or two. When I heard these were the final shows, I just said "f*** it" and booked a trip...
...and I saw Cher, amazing costumes and all. The show was pure Vegas, and may I just say that Cher can still bring it.
We also went and saw Cirque du Soleil's Beatles Love, which was awesome, as all of Cirque's shows are. The combination of the almost overwhelming imagery and the music of the Fab Four was more than words can describe. We ventured out of our little safety zone to see The Lion King at the Mandalay Bay, as well. I've seen the show before, and it never fails to move me to tears. A remarkable piece of theatre, any way you look at it.
We went up the Eiffel Tower at the Paris...
...which is only half the height of the real thing, but still plenty high enough for me. We ventured into the Fashion Show Mall and stayed for a whole day. We meandered down to the Wynne under an almost full moon...
... and ate some of the most wonderful meals ever. However, we also visited Hot Dog on a Stick far too frequently...
...and indulged in a few frozen hot chocolates from Serendipity 3.
All in all, a wonderful vacation.
I was clever enough to book myself a couple of days on either side of Vegas in Vancouver, where I got to hang out not only with Miss Lexi but with Number One Son Brendan as well. There were long, philosophical discussions on art...
Briefly.
I had the greatest of intentions to post weekly this year, even scheduling a time every week to blog. And I did it for two weeks. Sorta.
Then I took a vacation...
Vegas, Baby!
I travel a lot. I love to travel, see new things, meet new people. I think there may be a wee drop of Gypsy blood somewhere in my background. But in the past couple of years, every trip I have taken has had a work component. I was beginning to suspect that I was afraid to take a vacation and relax.
And I took another vacation-phobe with me...
...the lovely and talented Miss Lexi.
We went to Las Vegas. Sin City. What happens there, stays there. And what did we do?
We slept. And walked. We saw some shows. We ate.
We did not get drunk and stay that way (in spite of the yard-long Bellinis in so many of our pictures). We did not hire escorts. We did not steal tigers. We spent a lovely five days resting, strolling, shopping, and reconnecting. We were there for 4 days before we realized we hadn't even strayed outside of a three-hotel radius.
It was amazing.
The
...and I saw Cher, amazing costumes and all. The show was pure Vegas, and may I just say that Cher can still bring it.
We also went and saw Cirque du Soleil's Beatles Love, which was awesome, as all of Cirque's shows are. The combination of the almost overwhelming imagery and the music of the Fab Four was more than words can describe. We ventured out of our little safety zone to see The Lion King at the Mandalay Bay, as well. I've seen the show before, and it never fails to move me to tears. A remarkable piece of theatre, any way you look at it.
We went up the Eiffel Tower at the Paris...
...which is only half the height of the real thing, but still plenty high enough for me. We ventured into the Fashion Show Mall and stayed for a whole day. We meandered down to the Wynne under an almost full moon...
...and we watch the Sirens of Treasure Island, which left us somewhat unimpressed...
I believe the exact comment was "Well. That was informative and educational." We did, however, enjoy the running commentary of three fellow Canadians who referred to the boatload of shirtless pirates as "Shippendale's" along with a few less PG-rated comments.
We hung out admiring the animals in The Secret Garden of Sigfried and Roy...
... and ate some of the most wonderful meals ever. However, we also visited Hot Dog on a Stick far too frequently...
...and indulged in a few frozen hot chocolates from Serendipity 3.
All in all, a wonderful vacation.
I was clever enough to book myself a couple of days on either side of Vegas in Vancouver, where I got to hang out not only with Miss Lexi but with Number One Son Brendan as well. There were long, philosophical discussions on art...
...along with some less intellectual activity.
I had such a great time, I think I may even try this vacation thing again sometime...but not too soon. It seems the downside of taking a vacation is that you have to come back to reality eventually. Though I'm still resisting...
There has been spinning and knitting galore going on since I got home, though. A good rest was apparently all I needed to get over that post-holiday slump my work was in.
It's good to be back behind the wheel.
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