Celebrating Introverts

Possible Introvert courtesy of sahlgoode/Flickr

Introverts are dynamic, creative and inspiring members of our community. They just don’t tell us about it all the time.

But enough about me writing things. Check out this TED talk by Susan Cain entitled The Power of Introverts.

Full disclosure, I’m an extrovert. In fact, I am such an extrovert that I’m dangerously close to being one of the lunatics that Ms. Cain mentions in the pretty darn good talk above. My lovely, talented and tolerant wife, Michelle, claims that she’s an “amnivert” but is probably an introvert (we’re all a bit of both, right?) – fun fact: Michelle absolutely has a suitcase full of books.

One of my dear friends, Holly, describes knowing how introverted and extroverted you are by reflecting on where you get your energy from. For example, on Saturday night Michelle and I were invited over to our friends’ place at 9:30pm. We were both exhausted after a day of home renovations. Consequently, Michelle stayed home, as she gets her energy – some of it, anyway, from the monk/rabbi-like solitude described in the above TED talk. I, on the other hand, went over to our friends’ house (it was only a block) and stayed there until almost 3am because there were people in attendance who I hadn’t seen in awhile, new people to meet (strangers are just best friends I haven’t met yet, in my opinion), and there were promises of playing games. Needless to say, we all got our energy for Sunday from different places in different ways.

As I work in a school that is also, um, a workplace, Ms. Cain’s ideas certainly struck a chord. I have definitely worked with many introverted students, much of the time advising them on how to find their element in a loud and impulsive world of extroverts seeking to win friends and influence people. Further, many of the things of which Ms. Cain is wary – loud brainstorming, charismatic speakers with half-baked ideas, hyper-teamwork – reflect my preferred working style. And this has me thinking about my introverted colleagues and how best to engage them going forward. So I’ll ask them about it; such is my style.

So, introverts of the world, as you thoughtfully and quietly engage and reflect on our communities – you allegedly make up between 30-50% of the world’s population – be sure to let we extroverts know your story because we’d love to help you tell it. Also, don’t be afraid to tell us to be quiet every now and then. We need introspection and solitude, too.

Masthead photo courtesy of sahlgoode

Grantland, The Wire and Smacketology

If you like The Wire, March Madness and democracy then you should read the next 250* words.

You know, if Kurt, Mike and I had the resources (money, time, reputation, skill, connections, ESPN-overlords) we could pull off something like Grantland.com, the masterpiece of Bill Simmons, who continues to define himself as an innovative leader within the edutaining space where sports, pop culture and media collide.

Some of the similarities between Mr. Simmons’s online project and ours are uncanny. Grantland and the Daily Gumboot each boast writing staffs chock-full of people who went to grad school and try really hard to showcase that this was not a poor decision; I think the former website’s writers get paid, though. Sorry, Jim and Martin. Oh, we both use semi-colons and footnotes, too. We love soup. And, as with Mr. Simmons and his team, Kurt and I love to hypothesize about hypothetical tournaments involving incredibly nerdy supercool things/people/nouns like superheroes, historical figures, athletes (me), politicians (Kurt), and our friends challenging each other until only one is left standing.

Oh, and 92% of Daily Gumboot Correspondents think that The Wire is the greatest television show ever and that it is one of the most important cultural contributions of the twenty-first century. I can only assume that it’s the same over at Grantland.

This is where the similarities end, though. Because the fine folks at Grantland created something amazing, hilarious, and score-settling that we could never produce. It was called the Souperbowl – a March-Madness-like tournament that put one soup against another and we the people voted for the outright winner – and it was pretty great.

But that’s not what I’m writing about today. The Souperbowl isn’t the thing that’s rocketed Grantland into a new whole class of awesome.

Smacketology is what’s rocketed Grantland into a whole new class of awesome. It’s got all the cool components of the Souperbowl and is also important.

David T. Cole/Grantland Illustration

Because Smacketology is a March-Madness-like tournament that will determine the greatest character from the greatest television show, The Wire. [Editor's note: Michelle and I aren't actually sure if the tournament is designed to determine the greatest character or if it's, like, a death match - it's not entirely clear. And my endictment of said lack of clarity is in no way a criticism of past, current or future grad students]. In terms of historical perspective, Smacketology was partially inspired by a conversation that Mr. Simmons had with an up-and-comer on the American political scene, President Barack Obama. Awesome.

According to Alex Pappademas, here’s what the tournament is meant to achieve:

What if we actually did subject the key players of the Wire-verse to rigorous bracketological inquiry? If we played corner boys against dock workers, murder-polices against hoppers, and craven politicos against enigmatic not-actually-Greek human traffickers, in matchups as arbitrary and occasionally unjust as life and death on the mean streets of West Baltimore, would the king stay the king?

I encourage you to, first, check out the Facebook commentary, which is as hilarious as it is inspiring – people really, really, really care about The Wire and have some really, really, really strong opinions about how their most/least favourite characters will do in the tournament. And, once you’ve settled down, get voting so that your favourite characters make it through. Most importantly, have fun with it!

Well played, Grantland. Well played.

Masthead photo courtesy of eli.pousson

*it was actually 500 more words … I regret nothing

Unraveling a Curly Community

It has been a year since I have washed or combed my hair. For anyone with “normal” hair (aka straight hair) this would be unimaginable. I bet that you think my hair would look a lot like the image below. However, my hair now is the best it has ever been, with soft curls and minimal frizz. Even after a year my hair is still recovering after decades of being stripped of moisture from shampoo and harsh styling products that would leave my curls crispy. But I existed under the illusion that my hair was under control. I was in a cycle of an addiction to styling products that the beauty industry likely would have preferred I never questioned. And under the control of hair stylists that would cut my hair just like it was “normal” hair.  In fact, quite a few years ago when I switched most of my other products to be lower impact on me and the environment (check out the Environmental Working Group’s Skin Deep page that is a data base of personal care products and the impacts that they have on your health) my hair was the one area that didn’t change because it had taken so long to find a routine that sort-of, kind-of worked. The thought of starting the struggle again was terrifying. That was until one year ago, while killing time between the end of work and an evening meeting, I stumbled upon the Curly Girl Handbook at a bookstore and on a whim went ahead and bought it.

The book opens with the author’s story of struggles with own curly hair and peppered throughout the book are “curl confessions” that I instantly could relate to. The core idea in the book is that curly hair is different and that as a person with curly hair reading this book you are not alone. In fact there are at least 6 types of different curly hair that all have different style and maintenance requirements. I easily identified my hair as corkscrew curls. Curls that contract as tightly as a French Poodles if cut too short – Check. A high frizz factor – Check. Hair that appears thickly textured when you look at it all together, but is baby fine and delicate when looked at in a single strand – Check. Hair that soaks up as much conditioner as you feed it – Check. A spring factor of 9-12 inches – Check. It was an amazing feeling to finally have someone, even if it was a far away author, understand my hair after feeling alone when it came to hair for so long. And it jived with my wish to choose products that were lower impact, non-scented and just cheaper. And through this book, now in its second run, and the connective powers of the internet (such as http://www.naturallycurly.com/) there is a curly community emerging.

Now, back to the no washing and no combing part because that is where people get hung up when I start talking about what I’ve done and perhaps it is the reason you still are (or perhaps aren’t) reading this.  By no washing, I actually mean no shampooing (referred to by the author as no-poo). But in turn I have started cleansing my scalp and all my hair actually needs is lots of conditioner (as much as it can absorb, which turns out to be quite a bit) rather than being stripped of moisture and natural oils by detergents in the shampoo. And while conditioning, I detangle my hair with my hands, so no combing or brushing is need later when it would disturb the natural formation of the curl and create a halo of frizz. It is all part of the “curly girl method” (there is a chapter each on kids and guys at the back of the book, but overall the book is pretty focused on the experience of women).

So if you are a curly girl (or curly guy that is OK reading a book with “girl” in the title), I would recommend taking a look at this book and the online communities that have come around since perhaps that last time you looked.

Masthead photo courtesy of Monkey Mash Button

OMG! I saw LMFAO!!

Editor’s note: I must begin this article with a sincere apology to Mike and my teammates who play on our awesome team in the UBC Rec Tier 1 Mens Basketball. Last Thursday I missed our game and it wasn’t for a particularly awesome reason – I missed our game because I attended an LMFAO concert at the Pacific Coliseum.

It all started about a month ago, when my two teenage cousins introduced me to LMFAO – they showed me the then latest single by “Redfoo” and “Sky Blu”, which was – and still is – called “I’m Sexy and I Know It”. Here’s a sample of it from the concert:

LMFAO is all about recycled content. For example, “Redfoo’s” catch-phrase is borrowed from Austin Power’s, which I imagine not all of his fanbase totally ‘gets’. It’s Yeah Baby! and he says/said it after pretty much every song. And the duo can thank will.i.am for a fair bit of their musical content, which they simply shouted over on more than one occasion. Still, entertaining guys – well, the “Redfoo” guy was, anyway. The other one didn’t make the concert on account of his “wiggle-induced” back troubles.

Anyway, how the heck did I shuffle my way to an LMFAO concert? Well, I’m a firm believer that, when family calls, one answers such a call. Even if one-half of a possibly-ironic, fairly misogynistic, spandex-clad, “hip-hop” duo was at the other end of the call.

I honestly didn’t know what to expect from the evening, and if I told you that I was prepared for what unfolded before me as I walked into the Coliseum I would be a big, fat liar. The first observation was one of surprise, as the demographics were not at all what I expected. Sure, there were many, many tween and teenage girls. But there were also older dudes in the audience, like the guys who sat next to me … who were there together … un-ironically … because they were fans. And the couple of couples in front of us lit up so many cigarettes and joints that we might as well have been at a Snoop Dogg concert.

And the outfits. Oh, the outfits. Aside from the inappropriately attired teenage ladies, there was some really winning creativity when it came to the way people dressed. Neon spandex, hilarious nerd glasses, big red wigs, cardboard-box-robot-heads, and many pieces of clothing that paid special hommage to the 1980s defined the style of this particular community. Also, shuffling is pretty darn cool:

Speaking of the community, if I had to describe it with one word it would be joy. And if I had to use two words they would be neon joy.

People danced and fist-pumped the whole time (except for the chain-smoking gentlemen in front of us, who had to sit down after 45 minutes of fist-pumping and dancing; incidentally, this made for a fantastic micro-anti-smoking campaign for my cousins), which is a testament to the energy that LMFAO brought to the party.

And, speaking of parties, this is really the duo’s only message: party. Technically, their message is actually party rockin’. It’s simple, succinct and they stick to it well, as I believe no fewer than three of their songs have the words “party rockin’” in the title.

In conclusion, as a young man who enjoys new opportunities to experience different communities, well, this was certainly a new and different community that I experienced.

At the end of the day, I’m not sure if LMFAO are taking themselves seriously (like, as seriously as guys who finish their shows clad solely in speedos can) or if they’re some kind of genius hipster commentary on the sexified consumerism of our misguided society.

But I do kinda sorta know one thing. And it’s something to do with Party Rocking …

Photos courtesy of Eva Rinaldi (except the low-quality ones … those are mine from the concert)

 

An Ode to the Lamrichs!

[Editor's note: on Saturday, two of my favourite people in Vancouver the world, Kurt and Theodora Lamrich, tied the knott - at the Planetarium, and it was epic. And their reception at Main Street's Heritage Hall was equally epic and unfolded as a true representation of the couple's love and character. For example, the hashtag #TheoandKurtkiss was trending on Twitter by the end of the evening. The wedding was, like there love is, truly galactic. More importantly, it was foretold by one of William Shakespeare's little known comedic characters, Hornlet. The poem unfolds below. Enjoy!]

HORNLET: To wed, or not to wed–that is the question:

Whether ’tis proper to wait four years to marry

Finding each other, your quite good fortune

Did you take arms against a sea of troubles

And with our help, ended them. Tonight, no sleep–

No more–and when you sleep to say we end.

Marriage, tell your story together forever

That love found in you. ‘Tis a declaration

We devoutly wished. To love, to wed–

Marriage—to live your dreams: ay, there’s the rub,

For in your marriage what dreams may come

When you are nestled in your lovers’ coil,

Must give us pause. There’s the respect

To grow old together of so long life.

For you will bear the whips and scorns of time,

Th’ NPA is wrong, the Heinrich’s qualified

The pangs of bromance love, did some delay,

The insolence of Hornlet, and fiery burns

That nutted merit Lammer’s friendship makes,

When she herself might cross the hall take

View a bare bottom? What do neighbours share,

Some advice to live your married life,

Or the dread of zombies after death,

The undiscovered marriage, from you’s bourn

No traveller returns, journey you will,

And will you rather bear the love you have

And fly to places that we know not of?

This wedding does make lovers of us all (not literally, that’d be weird),

And thus the serious tone of my elocution

Is shaded o’er with a much happy thought,

Your enterprise of red hair and eyebrows

With this regard your currents intertwined

And love the name of Lamrich. — Soft you now,

The fair Theodora! — Kurt, kiss her crimsons

And we all your love remember.

- Exeunt

The Many Horsemen of the Apocalypse

Terminators and the Apocalypse (vs. Zombies and the Apocalypse)

Scary or awesome or both?

How’s it all going to end? My guess is we’re more likely to end up fighting terminators/computers than we are zombies. Here are my top reasons why we’re more likely to face off against killing machines than the walking dead.

1)      You need only to chart the exponential growth of computer chips or data storage (remember when 1 megabyte was the space for your entire hard-drive?) to get a sense of how quickly computers are being improved. How many more years of exponential growth until AI exists and then becomes “Skynetish” in its intelligence?

2)      The internet, while amazing for humans, is even MORE amazing for computers. It’s like having a mind-meld to all your buddies allowing you to share information and solve problems instantaneously. All the sudden you don’t need to build bigger and bigger computers to get the raw scheming, Machiavellian mind of a super-computer a la Terminator; you can network a whole bunch of little computers and get way more bang for your buck

3)      Our entire society is pretty much reliant on computers. Unlike zombies, which I think we’d all agree we can do without, computers and their accompanying software is pretty much the foundation of the modern information economy. Even if we saw Skynet coming (which we probably won’t) and tried to “turn off” our computers or the internet, it’d be like ripping out your heart to save yourself from a heart attack. Raw deal, no matter what way you cut it.

4)      The US government has already probably built Terminators in some high-tech lab buried under Colorado’s mountains. Yeah, they probably also have developed some sort of killer zombiesque virus too, but that’s a lot less socially acceptable than high-tech “drone” weapons systems that have already made their appearances on the battlefield.

World Enders In Their Own Words

Regardless of what the other gumbooteers here say about the end of the world, I’m convinced it’s going to be triggered by a super villain or evil-doer of note. What’s the best defense against an evil-doer?

Well, some might say a good offence. Fair enough.

How do you build a good offence? Beyond pouring trillions into a military-industrial complex you start with a foundation of intelligence. You paint a picture of your enemy’s motives and monitor their every move. Infiltrate their communications.

Get a leg up on the coming apocalypse by tapping into the thoughts of our some prime suspects.

Victor Von Doom
Why? DOOM – duh – It’s in his name. And while his tweets don’t reveal a lot of detail about his plans for world destruction they do offer a great glimpse into the twisted mind of this super villain.

Cobra Commander
Why? Cobra shares exactly what he’s up to. Half the time it’s destabilizing governmnets and working to undermine society, the other half it’s chasing ladies. Meaning this intel is about 50% gold when it comes to heading off hell-on-earth.

Darth Vader
Why? Literally a world ender. Alderaan was a peaceful planet, so just think of what he might do to a planet like ours if he gets his hands on another fully-functional battle station.

And to follow on that note, @Deathstarpr is working the spin on spinning planets out of orbit

The Terminator
Why? If we’re worried about technology taking over the best place to start is with technology from the possible-future where it already has… that makes sense right?

Editors note – I agree with Michael on this observation that Terminators will likely end the world…

The Apocalypse Project Begins!

CarlosVanVegas - Mayan Calendar

The world as we know it will end on December 21, 2012. There, I said it. Exactly how this is going to happen is debatable, but planetary alignment is a part of it. And there are a few theories (zombies, more zombies, meteors, robots, God, Mother Nature, nuclear war, aliens, nuclear-zombie-dinosaur-terminators) regarding how we will meet our end. And several “survival guides” and “tip sheets” and “disaster kit lists” are also available for all of your post-apocalyptic-planning needs. And this is why The Daily Gumboot team is excited to bring you The Apocalypse Project. Because such a thorough and comprehensive assessment of how humanity will end, how you can survive, and how you can re-build – or newly build – your post-apocalyptic community ever been written.

Until now.

Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to The Apocalypse Project!

Over the next seven days, our international team of correspondents will answer the following questions:

  • Are you talking about civilization ending or the world ending?
  • How is the world (or civilization or whatever) going to end?
  • Who are these “Mayans”? And where is their “Mayan” country? Can’t we just attack it or something?
  • Are “Mayans” like zombies? Because it seems like zombies are going to be a big problem pretty soon. What are your tips for dealing with a Zombie Apocalypse?
  • What about robots and technology? How are they – or is it – going to rise up and destroy us all?
  • You write about the Sun a lot. Will that have something to do with it?
  • So the world is ending, what skills do I need to survive?
  • What are some good tips for growing food in a post-apocalyptic hellscape? What about Detroit?
  • In the post-apocalyptic world, how can I be a leader of people? Like Katniss Everdeen in The Hunger Games.
  • Why can’t we all just hop on a plane and go to Earth 2?
  • According to String Theory, we all live in alternate universes at the same time. So, does any of this really matter?
  • When civilization as we know it crumbles into oblivion, will people still be nice to each other?
  • I hear that John Travolta, Richard Branson and Rain (the Korean pop star) all have bunkers. Where are they and how can we infiltrate them?
  • How will your bloggers’ “superpowers” build “community” in this post-apocalyptic world?

Courtesy of ian on Flickr

All these questions (and more) will be answered during the next week. From zombies to terminators to Gaya to supervillains, we will chronicle the Earth’s possible potential probable definite demise. Don’t worry. We’ll also talk about how you and your community can survive and thrive (before, during and after) the apocalypse. Oh, and Kurt is going to interview John Connor (the leader of The Resistance).

Hey, Twitterverse, all I can say is this: you’re welcome.

Enjoy the apocalyptic edutainment!

I Said ‘Macbeth’ at the Theatre and Disaster Struck

I went to see the Vancouver Playhouse’s production of Red, a play about Mark Rothko at the height of his fame. This is not a review of that play. This is a story. There is a full review of the play in the Georgia Straight in case that disappoints you.

Mark Rothko via http://victoriatopping.blogspot.com/2011/04/rothko-moment.html

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As far as communities go, the theatre community is a superstitious bunch. The most well known display of this trait is the taboo of saying good luck to a performer before a show. They would rather be told to break a leg. This one I know but, somehow, after 3 years of living with a theatre major and the daughter of an actor, I failed to learn or at least failed to retain any knowledge of another famous theatre taboo; the “Scottish Curse”. As I read out the stage credits of the lead actor, I learned my lesson. Among his credits was a stint in Macbeth.

In my own defense, if this curse is such a big deal actors should not be able to list the play among their credits. As far as I am concerned, that is just asking for trouble. Doesn’t everyone read the program aloud to their friends?

A little Googling after the fact has since taught that the antidote is a quote from Macbeth for someone to say, “‘Angels and ministers of grace defend us.’ Then the offender must leave the house, turn around widdershins (counterclockwise) three times, swear and knock to be readmitted.”

My companion looked at me aghast but did not call for any angels or ministers. I didn’t turn widdershins even once. So, naturally, disaster befell the production.

 

http://www.revitalizedesplaines.org/2009/11/now-on-youtube-1982-des-plaines-theatre.html

 

A gigantic screen that was used as a vehicle to change between scenes fell off it’s runners and the play had to be halted while four people tried to coerce the sail back into it’s tiny crevasse without dropping it onto the rapt audience in the process.

 

This could be chalked up to going to see the first preview of a show, but I did say the word and then…could it really be coincidence?

 

I overheard someone behind me say that it rid the theatre of its magic and mystery when things went wrong with the set. I don’t know that that was a negative thing for me. Particularly, since it was a play about the visual arts and the very next scene contained a reference to the adverse effects of bringing up the lights on a stage set. The line was apt but inaccurate. The lights up, behind the scenes moment gave the production a more physical presence. It gave more importance to the stage and set than the magic of a performance without a hitch would have allowed it to have otherwise.

 

Perhaps I will use this weapon strategy again the next time I attend the theatre. Watch out!

2012 Year of the Dragon

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Chinese / Japanese Character for DragonRyuu

Update:  This drawing might not make much sense unless you’ve seen the kanji (chinese character) for dragon, so I’ve included it below:

 

 

Handel’s Messiah at the Orpheum

Composed in 1742, Handel’s Messiah has become a cultural fixture of the Christmas season. When I heard that some of my family planned to see the Vancouver Chamber Choir & Symphony Orchestra’s performance of it I recognized the name but didn’t know exactly what it was. I knew it was a classic that I wanted to experience for myself so I jumped at the chance to do so.

 

Image: Tourism Vancouver, Orpheum Theatre

The performance was at the Orpheum Theatre on Granville Street. This was my first time inside the Orpheum so I just need to briefly gush about the iconic building. The red and gold fixtures and the mural on the vaulted ceiling make it difficult to imagine this was ever a movie theatre, but the old photos on the walls are both proof and nostalgic reminders for visitors like my Mom, who remembers seeing movies there when she was young.

 

The baroque epic is composed of bouncing vocal rounds interspersed with soloists reciting what are almost comically repetitive choruses. You get the sense that they really want to make sure you now what they are talking about. Except for the soprano who sang in a pitch so high that what she sang couldn’t compete with how she sang it. Handel’s own habit of customizing the lyrics for each performance has become a part of the living tradition. While a live musical performance is always unique, it is not always intentionally so. I love the idea of a composition that was written over 250 years ago with the intention of performing it differently for each occasion. It makes the occasion more exciting for the audience, and the performers.

 

Handel was super rich. He still ranks in the top 5 richest classical composers. Messiah is just part of what made him so plentiful of resources. Handel is credited as being the first to write English language oratorios. An oratorio is a sort of no frills no gimmicks opera that cut out all the typical expenses that made Operas so unprofitable, such as costumes, sets, and star performers.  Mostly unknown performers on a simple stage created a vocal symphony so compelling that record-breaking audiences have attended since the first performance.

 

The ease and low cost of staging the show combined with the incredible popularity with audiences made Messiah the most profitable performance of it’s time and it remains one of the most performed pieces in the world to this day. This was a great opportunity to get out and enjoy one of the city’s best venues and one of the world’s most popular pieces of music and, to top it off, the tickets were only about $30. Halleluia!