Monday, December 26, 2016

VISIONS OF SUGARPLUMS: THE CHRISTMAS INDEPENDENCE OF IRRELEVANT ALTERNATIVES SOLUTION



Nestled all snug in my bed, visions of sugar plums dance in my head, and thanks to Professor Sidney Morgenbesser, in madcap and gustatory fashion, so too, does this sweet Independence of Irrelevant Alternatives axiom dance in my head:

After finishing dinner at her favorite downtown eatery, Sadie decides to order a slice of pie. The server tells her she has two choices, apple or blueberry.  Sadie orders the blueberry.  After a few minutes the server returns with the added information that cherry pie now, too, is available.   “Hmmm … I’ll have the apple pie then, a la mode,” says Sadie.  

Despite Sadie first having ordered blueberry when there were only two choices of pie, the option of having a slice of blueberry pie when the cherry pie became available, was brought forth, as a supposedly irrelevant alternative, caused Sadie to switch her decision.  Sadie’s decision making fails to adhere to the Independence of Irrelevant Alternatives (IIA) axiom.
WTF! 

With behavior in Psychology as a response to external and internal stimuli and/or the action by which an organism adjusts to its environment, why would Sadie behave in such a manner?

All behavior is purposeful, according to American psychiatrist, William Glasser.

And oftentimes behavior is the veneer for angst and insecurity, according to Canadian economist, Travers Child.  

In the case of Sadie and the apple pie, I do believe it is Sadie’s angst which causes her to behave in a seemingly irrelevant alternative action.

Déjà vu will help explain.  You know déjà vu, that feeling of familiarity, that crazy sense of recollection.   Perhaps Sadie is unconsciously recalling an experience. 

Let us imagine that Sadie (I’m making this up) is from the rural west part of the country.  Let us imagine that Sadie grew up in rodeo and orchard county heartland, a place abound with cowboys and fruit pies.

Let us imagine that Sadie had one time witnessed some cowboys at a pie-eating contest at the Berry-Cherry Pie Festival somewhere in her past, when she was around 13 years old.  After attending the Berry-Cherry pie-eating contest she and her friend, Claire went over to visit Sadie’s Aunt Gladys.   

Let us imagine that her Aunt Gladys had just baked a couple blueberry and cherry pies, and those pies were cooling on the window sill when Sadie and Claire arrived.

“You girls need some pie,” insisted Aunt Gladys as she set two pies, one blueberry and cherry, on the kitchen table right in front of both girls.   And then began the pie-eating contest between Sadie and Claire, and ending only with the over-stuffed pie-eating Sadie vomiting right onto the kitchen table.

(I apologize to those gluttonous pie-eating cowboys who ride the rodeo in the Western heartland.)

Hmmm … Could it be that Sadie wants to subdue her memory togetherness of blueberry and cherry pie, and even removing this particular memory more so by adding a scoop of ice cream to her slice of apple pie order.

Meanwhile back at the ranch … and not dancing in esoteric fashion as the above mentioned sugarplum solution, are those marching in my CHAUCERIAN PARADE:

Alfred is from the Norman Wells in the Canadian North West Territories; Jared is from Regina, Saskatchewan.  Alfred and Jared are both students at the Regina downtown Adult Campus and both are guitar-slingers ...

ALFRED AND JARED
Jared and I were asked to strum some tunes at the Adult Campus Christmas dinner ...

JARED AND SELF

Some CHILD FAMILY photos ...

The poster boy for wall climbing in Amsterdam …

TRAVERS
My favorite drummer, our last busk together before the snow …

BARON

 Just before the holidays ...


NATIKA AND EDEN

And to wrap … a loving thank-you to my wife … and always our CHRISTMAS GLUE …

OUR GRANDDAUGHTER, EDEN WITH CAROL ... MY CHRISTMAS GLUE


Sunday, December 18, 2016

BUSKING AND WRITING, GIGGING AND MUAY THAI: THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS



MY FATHER'S NAVY BAG (WORLD WAR TWO)
Busking.  Writing.  Gigging.  Muay Thai.  These are a few of my favorite things and, like a tourbillion; these favorite things are constantly swirling in my thoughts and behaviors.  I shall explain.

When it comes to busking I’m a projected wild-west waddy, a westward wayfarer on sixty-day summer buskations.  I’ve strummed on more than a few sidewalks in British Columbia major cities, Victoria, Kamloops, Salmon Arm, and Fernie for some examples.  And I’ve been on buskation in The Netherlands and Ireland.  I LOVE BUSKING!

As for my bread and butter jobs, I’ve always in functionary positions, stints teaching high school English, a side-career of teaching university Psychology, and private contract writing treatment reports for clients.  But ... since grade school, I’ve always fancied myself as a writer.  Writing has been my life.   Factoid:  I was an English major for my undergraduate degree.  (My graduate degree is in Psychology.)  Another factoid:  I am unfettered on my keyboard having had a couple of books published: A Wishbone Epistolary (Toronto University Press), The Creek (Amazon).  I contribute to my blog on a weekly basis (you’re reading it), and I’m always writing songs for public performance (pun intended because … I tend to do perform bar gigs … sometimes.

BOOK COVER

Most of my gigging is at the BUSHWAKKER BREWPUB in my home city.  These are my werewolf evenings, out howling until one or two o’clock in the morning, scheduled at the Bushwakker Brewpub four times or five times a year.  Sometimes I perform gigs at other venues … just sometimes though.  And I must state that the only reason I book gigs is too acquire that angst about being on a stage with other band mates, full of compromise over stage time, song choices, practice times, and money contracts.  Busking is so much easier because there is no compromise.

And I would be remiss not mentioning THE GRAND TRUNK TROUBADOURS (the GTT), our community service cover band that has been on the road for thirteen years playing at hospitals and retirement communities for audiences shut-in.

TOMMY, JAY, AND SELF ON THE BUSHWAKKER STAGE

Muay Thai is more than Muay Thai.  To get to Muay Thai has taken, literally, an adult lifetime of long-distance and trail running, a life-time of regimented weight training, a life-time of playing hockey (from pee-wee to midget to juvenile to senior to recreation league to pond), a life of intermittent martial arts (Karate and Muay Thai).  Without this (extensive) exercise background, I doubt, at my present age of 65, I could muster Muay Thai classes.  And I must apologize right now ... I am presenting myself as some Muay Thai master -- I'm not.

MY FIRST READ ON MUAY THAI

Muay Thai definitely helps keep me unflappable, though … I’m still flappable … I still rant on occasion.

Though I grok the benefits of busking, writing, gigging, and Muay Thai, I also have glozed the reality of each of them.  Busking is an endurance test, physically hard, hard work standing and walking while all the time slinging a guitar; good writing is re-writing, re-writing, re-writing; gigging is complicated and frustrating to organize, dealing with guitar slingers such as myself; Muay Thai is both physical and mental practice, practice, practice.  Busking; writing; gigging; Muay Thai; all roll-up-the-sleeves type of work, all filled with scratch-the-head mental angst and rehearsal.

Busking, writing, gigging, and Muay Thai are, not-so-strangely, all about rapport and harmonious relationships.  I, personally and professionally, strive to develop a rapport with everyone I meet.  I mean, really, INTERPERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS are EVERYTHING.   Anyone who believes otherwise is a dull-wit.  Factoid:  Corporate America is based on the rapport of interpersonal relationships which is harmony amongst humans.  There is no harmony amongst abstracts.

MY CHAUCERIAN PARADE OF YESTERWEEK …

A true confession:  Sometimes during a Pats hockey game when it’s exceedingly lopsided with the home team winning, and therefore boring, we laugh at Donald Trumpet not having any real friends.  Hmmm …  we shouldn’t laugh, we should feel sorry for him right … but then we’d have to feel sorry for his buddy, Vladimir who thinks he’s a real hockey player (yikes!).  Hmmm … TRUMPET and PUTIN … those two, in their private lives, should hook up and hang out forever.  TRUMPET PUTIN … the international bromance, Two Amigos love so to speak.  Donald Trumpet, don’t you just hate this Hispanic referenceJ … I’m hoping to be the brunt of your latest tweet … this is my blog marketing strategy after reading your revenge rant a couple mornings ago about Vanity Fair, after the magazine gave one of your restaurants a bad review … actually consistent with your revenge rants about Alec Baldwin’s Trump portrayals on Saturday Night Live … you are so hilarious … are you really going to be the next president of the United States of America … Dear reader, as stated above, I still rant on occasion.    

TYLER LEWINGTON AND COLBY WILLIAMS ROLLIN' IN 20, 662 TEDDIES (HERSHEY BEARS)

GATHERING 2600 TEDDIES (REGINA PATS)
SILVER SKATES

(SEE COLBY SAVES CHRISTMAS: THE SILVER SKATES posted December 21, 2014)

CATHY (MY COLLEAGUE AND GRAMMAR EXPERT) AT CHRISTMASTIME
SCARTH STREET AT CHRISTMASTIME


ON SCARTH STREET
 
SCARTH STREET

Meanwhile back on the ice .. the TEDDY BEAR TOSS at hockey games is for a very good cause.  The TEDDY BEAR TOSS is the one Christmastime game in which fans are encouraged to bring teddy bears and toss them onto the ice when their home team scores its first goal.  The teddies are gathered and donated as Xmas presents to children in hospitals and those children who are reliant on charities ...  

JUST ANOTHER REASON 
WHY HOCKEY IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS!

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

THE MEDICINE SHOW: FOOD, SWEAT, AND FEARS




MUAY THAI GLOVES
 Medicine by my adulterated definition is the preparation used for the prevention of disease.  And Disease can be defined as a particular habit regarded as adversely affecting a person.  My essay today is about three medicines for life:  eating, exercising, and angst.  Hence my snappy title:  THE MEDICINE SHOW:  FOOD, SWEAT, AND FEARS. 
  

  • FOOD




It is too easy to become addlepated when it comes to deciding what food is good for you.  Milk makes you fat -- milk makes you skinny.  Butter is bad -- butter is good.  Swiss chard is the new kale. Oftentimes food that is considered hot turns out to be not.  Here is the one tried and tasted rule:   

IF IT'S ACRID DON'T EAT IT; IF IT SMELLS FINE IT'S OKAY TO DINE. 
 (Neil Child 2016) 

If you consider food as medicine, then everything you eat will be either good medicine or bad medicine.  What you put into your mouth is always (usually always) your choice.
  
 Here are the latest best five foods that are hot, hot, hot for your well-being:
-Fish (salmon and sardines)
-Grains (barley and beans)
-Protein (chicken and eggs … doesn’t matter which one you eat first, pun intended)
-Greens (Popeye spinach and broccoli)
-Yogurt

NEVER EAT ANYTHING BIGGER THAN YOUR HEAD. (Kliban, 1976)



  • SWEAT



All medicos agree that exercise is very, very healthy.  Even mugwumps will agree that exercise is good body medicine.

Weight training is great but if that’s all you do for fitness, you are really a Cadillac with no engine.  And your engine needs to sweat through some kind of aerobic activity (running for example).
 
Aerobic activity
-reduces blood pressure
-reduces body fat
-strengthens bones
-builds muscle
-improves sex life

 SWEAT EVERY DAY!

AEROBIC EXERCISE IS MIRACLE-GRO FOR THE BRAIN.
(Christopher Bergland “The Athlete’s Way”).


  • FEAR




What are YOU afraid of?  Are you afraid of the dark? Or are you afraid of the light?  Are you afraid of the things you don’t know or afraid of the things you do know?  Whatever fears you have, to rid any of them, you must first embrace them, and then simply work right through them.

Factoid:  Fear makes things bigger than what they really are.

Our fears keep us from doing things that we might otherwise get pleasure from. Stepping out of our comfort zones and taking chances takes courage.  Conquering fears opens new possibilities.  Overcoming frights frees us to discover things about ourselves.  Waiting for the right time to conquer one’s fear is … well … it is never the right time; so therefore, it is always the right time.
Exposing your fear is no fun, but neither is being imprisoned by your fear fun.  Short-term discomfort is the price one pays for life-long freedom from debilitating anxiety.

Memento to self:

IT IS NEVER THE RIGHT TIME TO CONQUER YOUR FEAR; SO THEREFORE, NOW IS THE RIGHT TIME TO CONQUER YOUR FEAR.

And what is the skinny of all this food, sweat, and fears?  Each of us has the power to re-write our lives at any time.  We cannot change our past but we can certainly change our personal present.

MIND YOUR MENU.  FIT IS PHAT.  FACE YOUR FEAR. 
(Neil Child 2016)

FOOD, SWEAT, and FEARS: These are the medicines that I (and a thousand others) prescribe for a sunny and exciting life!

In the end, it’s not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away – (shing xiong)
  
My CHAUCERIAN PARADE THIS WEEK ARE MY NEW FIGHT-MATES IN MUAY THAI -- YES BUSKING IS OVER AND MUAY THAI BEGINS ...


 
SO THERE!