Technorati Hook-up

You know, Technorati, your directions could be more clear. Anyway here is the code:
BHM6V3XYRU94

Let's hope it works!

Uh-Oh

Now she's done it, that human with the camera. The Predators' Association is totally gonna revoke my card.

Happy Heart Day

For the fantasy lover here are Game of Thrones valentines by Chris Bishop. I understood them all except for the Hi Cutie one. Any G.R.R. Martin types care to enlighten me?

And then there is the Museum of Broken Relationships. Depending on your attitude towards the VDay, this is worth a visit!

Or just reframe the whole damn day as the Feast of Aphrodite, even better.

Coyote at the Kitchen Door

Stephen DeStefano's Coyote at the Kitchen Door is a good, quick read. (Must admit that I skimmed much of the environmental theory, since it was stuff I already agreed with.) A few more of his stories of encounters with animals as a wildlife biologist would have been enjoyable. He gets up to some good writing here, about my sweet Coyote:


"She has been called "ky-ote" and "ky-o-tee"--coyotl, cayeutes, cojote, and Canis latrans. Some have referred to her as song dog or prairie tenor, burrowing dog, brush wolf, prairie wolf, cased wolf, or barking wolf. A ghost of the plains of a century past, a ghost of our cities in more modern times.

She has been accused of being a varmint, a scourge, a pest, and a weed, and she has been praised as an icon of the American West, elevated to a key role as a top carnivore in the balance of nature, and deified as God's dog.

She is a dedicated mother and an excellent hunter, a long-distance traveler and a tireless scavenger. She is a carnivore and an omnivore and a vegetarian, depending on circumstances and opportunities. She is recognized by her track and scat, her voice and her scent. She is know for her cunning, her slyness, and her ability to survive and persist and move and spread. She has taken up residence in virtually every ecological community and human environment on the continent and has eaten everything humankind and nature have to offer. She is among the most adaptable of species.

She has befriended badgers and mated with dogs and wolves. She is strangely familiar and altogether foreign. She has survived decades of cyanide, strychnine, and 1080; .222s and .308s and 30-aught-6s; steel-jawed traps and wire snare; barbed-wire fences and speeding vehicles; bad press, half-truths, and outright lies.

She has found her way into the stories and songs and poetry and legends of all who have ever shared this land with her. We have used her name and image for our business and sports team logos while we have hung her carcass on our fences and tacked her hide to our sheds. We have worn her fur and put a bounty on her body and shared some of our most memorable evenings with her serenades and songs. We praise her, idolize her, and fear her and hate her, sometimes all in the same breath, and as such she has become an analogy for our relationship with all of nature. We have lived with her for our entire existence in North America, and if we were to lose her altogether, we would forever be missing a piece of what it is to be American.

But there is little chance of that, because she is a coyote and she knows how to get by."
(p. 147)


Oh yeah, that gets at it. The coyote sighted in an Erie, PA cemetery got her own Facebook page. We love seeing Wile E. outsmarted by Road Runner. Our feelings for Madame Coyote are complex, and so they lead to great stories. Come on in to the East Coast, Coyote! Just don't eat my kitty-cats.

Root & Rise

Rima, a wonderful artist in Dartmoor, England, has given the world this image:

She has the Occupy movements in mind, but I think it means even more than that! What do we tellers do, other than struggle against a price tag on our days? If you love what you do, you are always working, and yet never working. So let your old heart show. Steal this image.  Stick it up somewhere unexpected. Who knows what it will start?

More wonderful Rima stuff at The Hermitage, her blog.

Badger Rules of Thumb

I have a thing for Badgers. And they like me, too. Here is my adaptation of the Badger Rules of Thumb from The Cottage Tales series by Susan Wittig Albert. This mystery series is based on the life of Beatrix Potter. They are fun & fluffy; the best parts are Albert's forays into the animal point of view & folklore explorations. So, here are those guidelines for badgers & badger-lovers:
 
The Badger Rules of Thumb

1. De parvis, grandis acerbus erit, or from small things, there will grow a mighty heap. In the common parlance: “Many littles make a mickle, many mickles make a mile.”

2. Be wary of all dogs, & especially of terriers who have been taught to tunnel, for it is safe to say that they do not have a badger’s best interests at heart.

3. The Aiding & Abetting Rule: One must be helpful to one’s fellow creatures, large & small, for one never knows when one will require help oneself.

4. Every male badger is expected to leave his place of birth & establish a new sett of his own, unless the senior badger of the sett has elected him to receive the Badger Badge of Authority, which entitles him to manage the sett.

5. All badgers should practice the art of hospitality, gladly accommodating any animal who finds himself temporarily without bed, board, or a roof, and turning away only those who would be a danger to their neighbors.
Corollary to Rule of Thumb 5:
         A badger’s table should be spread in generous abundance, with enough food for any visitors       who happen by at mealtimes.
2nd Corollary to Rule of Thumb 5:
          Every guest deserves a place at the table where he or she can eat undisturbed and unafraid. This is why a rabbit can sit between a fox and a ferret and eat and laugh and tell stories without the slightest apprehension.

6. Do not openly criticize your friend’s living & dining arrangements.

7. One may hope for friends at the door, but one is well-advised to anticipate enemies.

8. It is rude to criticize another animal’s story, no matter how wanting in art it might be. Every animal’s story is one of the most important things about him (or her); for animals are storying creatures and live by their tales & the tales they have learnt from others. One’s stories are as important to one’s self-esteem as are one’s fur & whiskers & ought to be admired in much the same way.

9. Young badgers are to be nurtured & guided every day. While learning is important, play is the work of the young. They should have some chores & time to make merry every day.

10. All badgers, regardless of sex, age, & state of health, are important to the well-being of the badger clan and must be honored for the roles they play in maintaining a stable and productive community life.

11. Never wake a sleeping dragon, for your flesh is firm & fat & tastes good grilled.

12. When you’re helping yourself in someone else’s garden or larder, you must be mindful of the others who depend upon the same food. Enough is as good as a feast, & it is a well-mannered badger (or rabbit) who leaves a fair share for the gardener & the cook.

13. It is impolite to inquire about missing ears (or parts of ears), torn fur or feathers, missing paws, & other injuries. Animals are prone to accident & the world is full of traps, snares, & hunting parties.

14. Our badger ancestors have crossed the bridge to the Back of Beyond, but their spirits are constantly with us, in the form of what humans like to call “ghosts.” The prudent badger is mindful of their presence, & always behaves as if he is in the company of watchful elders.

15. It is the better part of wisdom to keep one’s head when one is confronted with catastrophe, calamity, or cataclysm. Losing one’s head never solves anything.

16. The prudent badger assesses the situation, determines a course of action, & speedily gathers the appropriate resources. Such badgers should be called upon for leadership whenever the clan is in need of help.

17. Hold a true friend with both paws, but be willing to let him or her go when the time comes. It is an impropriety to inquire into the whereabouts of one’s absent friends, companions & acquaintances, for life in wood & field is prone to accident.

18. If a fox, (or any other predator) is intent on helping himself to a sitting duck (or any other prey) there’s nothing of consequence a badger can (or should) do about it.

19. Each Rule of Thumb should be honored, as a thousand years of Badger History have proved its usefulness & utility. As a badger grows in age & experience, obedience to the Rules of Thumb is to be tempered with wisdom as each animal faces new dilemmas & enemies.

Obituary: Felicity HufflePuff Hedgehog, 2007-2011

Felicity HufflePuff Hedgehog, widely known by her stage name, Felicity Hogg, died suddenly, at home, in her cage, on Friday, September 16th, 2011.

Born on the Winter Solstice in 2007, Felicity was the star of "Hello, Hedgehogs!", a storytelling extravaganza, accompanied by her human associate, Ellie Shinham, and Pinkie Moon, her cage companion.

Particularly beloved of children, Felicity would not exit a classroom until she had visited with every single student. In all her long and illustrious career as an entertainer, Felicity bit only one child. And it must be said that that little one's hands were sweaty.

Felicity will be greatly missed. "Hello, Hedgehogs!" is currently in hiatus while Pinkie Moon is training to take over Felicity's role. Pinkie has demanded a new contract involving vast quantities of mealworms. This developing story will be watched closely.

Rest in Peace, Felicity HufflePuff Hedgehog. May you cross the Rainbow Bridge to a place of abundant hiding spots, endless food, and new things to sniff, where no one ever bathes you or clips your nails.

Wow, it's been a long time since the Summit!

But it was WONDERFUL. Especially for a first time event. Baba Jamal wowed us. Our workshop leaders & thesis presenters enlightened us. Our story swap had a beautiful energy. It was all topped off by a swinging concert in the evening, and I promise to write more about it. As for now, just know that the Summit had nearly everyone's:

Maryland Storytelling Summit registration is open!

Yay! I've learned how to use  Constant Contact Events registration. Please plan on coming if you are in the MD/PA/DE/VA/WV/DC area. Here is the link to register:
http://events.constantcontact.com/register/event?llr=sca6z7eab&oeidk=a07e3n5xy6y88175aad

We'll have a Keynote, a welcome activity, presentations on Past, Present & Future by key storytelling organizations, a networking lunch, excellent workshops, story swaps, and an Evening Olio featuring Maryland tellers. 35 bucks gets you admitted to all of the events, continental breakfast, lunch, snacks & drinks.

We're in the process of selecting the workshops & the keynote speaker right now. Blog readers will be the first to know our picks!

Register early & often.

Modern Fairies, Dwarves, Gobins & Other Nasties: A Practical Guide by Miss Edythe McFate

Miss Edythe McFate, fairy observer in NYC, recounts tales & helpful information to Lesley M. M. Blume in Modern Fairies, Dwarves, Goblins & Other Nasties, published by Alfred Knopf, 2010. Miss McFate wants the reader to know that fairies are not just sweet little tinklers, and currently they live in the pockets & pathways of New York City.

While certain stories & zingers do leap out from this collection, my overall reaction was, “Huh. Fairly fun. Certainly makes sense that there are stinky goblins underneath the Lincoln Tunnel.”

McFate/Blume turn a nice phrase here & there, as in this line, “Progress is a hungry thing, and eventually it hunts down even the most resistant holdouts.” (p.24) And this note for gardeners: “Take ten little rocks and make a circle near the garden’s entrance, or on its left side if the garden has no gate. This is a universal sign to fairies that they can help themselves to growing vegetables and flowers.” You will be rewarded with luscious produce, and fairies love scarecrows as they find them hilarious.

The actual tales that stick are “Behind the Brass Doors in the Lincoln Tunnel,” the booger flicking goblin one, and “The Ballad of Big Edd,” about a Lorelei. There are appallingly mannered goblins harvesting rubies under the Lincoln Tunnel. It does not behoove you to steal from them, as the child protagonist finds out.  This piece is highly tellable, as long as you don’t mind the bodily functions: “the third man added to the conversation by bending over and letting out a great crackling fart. The discussion got louder and so did all of the accompanying noises until there was a symphony of grunts, burps, and well, you know.” (p. 77)

 I loved the Lorelei piece. I fell for the general soppiness of the mermaid, which lulled me into a false sense of security. Admittedly, I have a bit of a Mermaid Thing. The Lorelei story embodies McFate/Blume’s typical structure: build up the character of the child, then the character of the fairy entity the child will encounter, and then bring it to a sharp climax and cut it off. Before & after each tale come the little information sections: I especially liked hearing that the graying of my hair has a fey cause. Extremely tiny fairies depend on sucking pigment from individual human hairs to keep themselves in the pink. Makes sense. Hairy fairies!

The illustrations, by David Foote, offer more when they are delineating places or things, rather than people or fairy entities. They are inky black & white, and strewn throughout the text enough to keep, say, an accomplished 4^th grade reader chugging along. The humor and vocabulary of the text makes it a good fit for any reader interested in fantasy, from around 9-10 years old to so-called adults.

The more I write about it, the more I like it. The text as a whole kind of steals into your consciousness. Well done you, Miss Edythe McFate!

Sharing the Fire

This past weekend I attended Sharing the Fire, the New England storytelling conference sponsored by LANES. (League for the Advancement of New England Storytelling, I am thinking. :)

Wow, what a warm, welcoming fire it was! I came home with a Thunder Tube, a bit of fairy gold from Tony Toledo, and a whirl of new stories. I finally got to meet Marni Gillard in the physical realm, instead of on the page or in cyberspace.

Here are just a few highlights:

Watching the rough-cut documentary about Brother Blue, tears streaming down my face. How can I feel so connected to a man I never met in the flesh?  Maybe it’s because when I was transitioning from academia back into telling, Blue was starting his transition to another dimension?

John Porcino: His workshop for telling to little little ones was inspiring. I will master the Shy Little Mouse bit.

Jane Stenson: Puppets! Her sweet school set-up! Such a wealth of knowledge.

Diane Edgecomb:  Specific, fun things to do to train & preserve the voice.

Doug Lipman: I just like to listen to the man. He gives such cogent, sound, sensible advice, illustrated by stories from his own professional experiences.

Rona Leventhal & Emily Chasse: My charming roommates and new friends. I will only room with unknown quantities if said quantities are storytellers! All others are suspect.

Tellers & teachers, if you haven’t been to Sharing the Fire, pencil it in right now. Albany, NY, for 2012.

The Maryland Storytelling Summit

The Maryland Storytelling Summit is a go!

Saturday, June 25th

General Meeting: 10AM - noon

Lunch: noon - 1PM

Workshops: 1:30PM - 3:30PM

Maryland Tellers' Olio: 7 - 9PM

All events at Towson University in Towson, Maryland: Thanks, Tigers!

Please save the date; it's gonna be great.

Happy Day!

Say a prayer to Aphrodite today. :)

Tiger Mom: Lulu in the Cold

Amy Chua, author of Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother, should have learned her lesson when Lulu was three, and then she could have shocked the world with an article, rather than a really uneven book. It boils down to this: Will you hurt your child to get her to do what you want?

Chua decided to give Lulu her first piano lesson when she was three. Lulu, as pre-schoolers are wont to do, wanted to bang on the piano in joyous fashion. Chua wanted Lulu to play middle C nicely & evenly three times in a row. Lulu really didn't want to. It escalated to Lulu throwing a full-on kicking screaming tantrum, so Chua deposited Lulu on the front stoop, in freezing weather, in her street clothes, and told her she had to stay outside until she was ready to play properly. Lulu took the challenge, refused to come back inside, and prepared to freeze. Chua caved, offered hot chocolate, brownies, and recognized the Ghost of Child Protective Services looming over her shoulder. And Amy Chua didn't learn a thing from this, other than that she wouldn't physically abuse her child. Verbal and emotional abuse were still on the table! That, and enough money on lessons and private coaching to endow a small college were what Chua "used" to craft her SuperKids.

Please don't buy her book. In my two blog posts, you've got the essence. Here's a link to an interview about another similar, but more loving way to grow some high achievers: Battle Hymn of the ...Lioness Mom?

Next post will be The Tigger Mom!

Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother

Amy Chua, the 'Tiger Mother' author, is everywhere these days. It seems as if most people responding to her  read only the Wall Street Journal excerpt from her book, and even then they get some of the details wrong. After dipping into the buzz both for/against/alongside of Chua, I decided to pony up the $12.99 for the e-book, and see what she says in something greater than a snippet. To be fair, the WSJ piece is a cobbling together of her more extreme generalizations.

Chua gives more context in her book, but she didn't provide enough, or come to any conclusion about Western vs.Chinese parenting at the end. For all her protests that she drafted & drafted, maybe a little more thought and writing was necessary? Or she could have just learned from 'that time she put 3 year-old Lulu out in the cold because she wouldn't play piano properly' and been done with it.

I learned a few things from Battle Hymn. I didn't really get the visceral hatred that some Americans have for the East Coast well-educated elite until I analyzed my reactions to the book. Chua, a Yale law professor, brought it home to me in this passage, early on in the text:

[Lulu] didn't like the infant formula I fed her, and she was so outraged by the soy milk alternative suggested by our pediatrician that she went on a hunger strike. But unlike Mahatma Gandhi, who was selfless and meditative while he starved himself, Lulu had colic and screamed and clawed violently for hours every night. Jed and I were in ear-plugs and tearing our hair out when fortunately our Chinese nanny Grace came to the rescue. She prepared a silken tofu braised in a light abalone and shiitake sauce with a cilantro garnish, which Lulu ended up quite liking. (Locations 151-55: sorry no page numbers; I read it on an Kindle.)


I'm trying to think through exactly why this particular passage made me want to slap her. Here's what I came up with:

• She had a nanny. I'm assuming for a substantial amount of the day. A motivated nanny who could make a troubling situation better. Grrr...I am so envious.

• She wasn't breastfeeding, for which there is tons of proof as superior nutrition for your little ones. Parenting fail, Chua. You wanna tell me how to raise my children? Why didn't you breastfeed? Huh? Nanny, huh? You sound pretty damn wimpy to me.

• She already seems a little resentful of Lulu & her fussiness.

•  Ah-ha. She's trying to be funny! In that way that professors have that isn't really funny to others, it's funny to them!  One can't actually feed that combo to an infant, and tofu is made of soy, and few newborns act like Gandhi. Slightly funny, after one thinks the whole convoluted thing through. Funny in the 'heh' variety. And the whole text never really approaches being more than 'heh', because her deeply extreme earnestness in 'this is the one true way to raise a child' is always present.

I thought Chua was an entitled, spoiled, rich twit. I didn't quite hate her, but as someone who worked & went to school & ran a 2 child household with (some wonderful, some NOT) daycare providers to help me, the resentment just rises up. This feeling lasted for a little while, but by the end, I just felt sorry for her. Chua is a woman who has it all. Really. And she still felt the need to drive her younger daughter to the point of ruining her relationship with her. Let's hope that writing the book acts as therapy for Chua, and that she gets some of the real thing.

In my next post, the story of Lulu in the Cold. Also, why I am a Tigger Mother, not a Tiger Mother.

In the fine and hallowed traditions of the Internet

my first post is a funny cat picture! Meow.