Butterflies and Wheels

Butterflies and Wheels combines some heavy critical writing with some very funny features. It defends science and reason from junk science and post-modernist critiques. It is heavy on references to atheist and skeptical sites, and generally anti-religious, unhappily tending to equate religion with fideism, fundamentalism and superstition. It is strong in writing and critical thinking.

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On the street again

On Saturday morning (April 24) I awoke to find that someone had gained access to my garage and had tried to steal my vehicle – a disreputable ’93 Explorer. I mentally kicked myself for not arming the car alarm, and for leaving the passage door into the garage unlocked. The yard is pretty secure, with the gate to the outside lane locked, a high fence and lights on sensors. Enough to deter thieves, but it was still careless to leave the car and the garage unlocked.

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Accuracy

On Sunday April 25, Mike, Steve and I rode through Elmwood and East Kildonan to the North Perimeter and across the Perimeter to the Town of Bird’s Hill. We returned by a slightly different route which included trails along the artificial lakes in a rather posh subdivision. The wind was from the west blowing at 50 to 60 kilometers an hour, which was a factor at some points, although the route was largely north and south. Distance for the day was about 55 k. Steve had nearly 57 but he normally rides from his house to usually joins Mike or me at one of our respective houses.
After the ride, we sat outside and had beer – that’s one low-carb Big Rock Jackrabbit each. It was barely past noon and the rest of the day awaited. We had a chat about whether beers after rides offsets the exercise benefit. Are we riding as an excuse to hang out and drink beer? The hanging out is good. A couple of beer are ok, but it can be a trap. The cycling guys will end up like the cast of Cheers in cycling shorts.
I weighed myself on Monday and was surprized the scale showed me at 146 pounds. On Friday last week it had showed 142. There is no way I had gained 4 pounds on the weekend. I had been suspicious of that scale. It is an old spring type scale, which Jan may have received second hand from her family when she first moved out of her house long before we were married. I had wondered about it a few times. Last summer, that scale was showing me down to about 152 lbs by early August. At that time I was weighed at the hospital before surgery and the nurse had said I was 158 or 160. However when I had a full physical in early September the scale in the doctor’s office seemed to agree with the scale at home at about 150 pounds. With hindsight, I think those readings all fit together. My diet changed for a few weeks after surgery. It was partly reaction to the surgery, and I also lost my appetite when n. ran away.
Jan and I never replaced the old scale. Jan had bought a scale through one of her Network marketing connections – a high priced electronic thing that is supposed to measure percentage of body fat bioelectrically. I never used it. Jan was always lending it to her Network associates for their health assessments of potential USANA customers, and I had never been able to figure out how turn it on. I realized that I would need a new scale soon anyway – Jan will take the old one soon. So I stopped at Walmart and got a new Taylor digital read-out scale.
On the new scale I weigh 149.5 pounds. I took some barbells and weighed them on the new scale. One 10 lb weight shows up a few ounces light. Another 10 lb weight and a couple of 15 lb weights weighed in exactly as advertised. Putting them all on the new scale together yields a reading of a few ounces under 50 lbs. The new scale seems to be accurate. I put the same 50 lbs of iron on the old scale and it read 47 lbs. If the old scale was losing 3 lbs in 50, that means when the old scale said I was 170, I was actually about 180. I’m not sure how heavy I was because I didn’t weigh myself before I started exercising. I have a general sense that my weight in the winter of 2002-2003 was around 170 on the old scale. I can add about 10 pounds because of the margin of error on the old scale.
The bad news is that I am not as close to my goal as I had thought. The good news is that I have lost over 30 pounds in the last year.

Winnipeg Folk Festival News

The Winnipeg Folk Festival has released its brochure and updated its Web site with information about performers hired for the 2004 Festival.
Festivals are continuously tinkering with descriptive names to classify performers and inform fans. This year Winnipeg is grouping perfomers as Folk Legends, Sounds from Around the World, Singing the Blues, Contemporary Voices, Masters of their Instruments, Songwriters and En Francais.
The Legends group is Earl Scruggs, Dick Gaughan, Utah Phillips and Martin Carthy, and all of them are worthy of the label. I’m looking forward to Gaughan, a great guitarist and vocal interpreter with a crusty and realistic take on modern life. He was an interpreter of traditional music, but in the more recent part of his career, he tends to interpret more modern songs by a variety of writers. He does great versions of Ruby Tuesday, Townes Van Zandt’s Lefty & Pancho, and several Brian McNeill songs.
There are a few Legends, in my view, included in other categories, like Taj Mahal, David Lindley, Spirit of the West. Spirit of the West have been superb since they started 20 years ago.
The World group includes a couple of Scots groups. There doesn’t seem to be a lot for fans of Celtic or Canadian Maritime/Celtic although J.P. Cormier turns up in the instrumental group.
I’m looking forward to Martyn Joseph, a songwriter from Wales who started to tour in Canada a few years ago. He is a dynamic performer, with a great gift for words, progressive political sensibility, and a strong ethical line in his songs.

Fearbusting

Rhonda Britten has found, apparently, commercial success. Her Web Page is an advertisement for her books, personal appearances and other services and merchandise. The testimonials on her Web page indicate that she has been hired by companies and organizations as a motivational speaker. She is a writer, and a “coach”. She counsels people to buy her books and to form support groups to work her system.
Her professional persona is built around a theory, called fearbusting or Fearless Living, which was the title of her breakthrough book.
There are a few biographical hints on her Web page about her having overcome personal tragedy to become an inspiring person. The implication is that her system made her what she is now – beautiful, successful, inspiring. She presents herself on her Web page autobiography as a survivor. She tells some of her own story in her first book, “Fearless Living.” She witnessed her father kill her mother, and commit suicide. Her life and career went up and down for years. She was a good student and had a business career. She was an actress. She also worked as a waitress, and spent time in rehab and recovery. She doesn’t say if she was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder or any other particular illness. She isn’t too clear on her addictions and weaknesses. She isn’t clear on what therapies she tried before she became successful.
But she has become successful. She became a personal coach, and founded a public relations firm. She wrote books. Her career has become very successful. What’s the secret of successful life according to Rhonda? It’s fearbusting.
In Chapter One of “Fearless Living,” she tries to define fear. She starts with the view that people are incomplete, wounded, separated from the ground of their essential being and want to be whole, or better or self-actualized. She says people are this way because of “fear”. She refers, loosely, to a quote from the high priest of humanistic psychology, Abraham Maslow, to the effect that people are afraid to face the fact that they are not whole. Maslow tends to get quoted more by Alternative therapists and coaches than by mainstream psychologists, but I’m going to leave him for another day.
Britten doesn’t have a lot more to say about her theory, and she never gets around to a real definition of fear. Fear seems to be whatever you can identify as making you feel bad.
The rest of her books are about working her system. She starts by saying that you have to work the system in secrecy, without telling your family and friends what you are doing. Her first rule is don’t tell anyone. Her explanation is that until you have identified the people who are holding you back, and know how to defeat them, you are at risk of having them undermine her system before it can work for you. This sounds more controlling than empowering, and it’s pretty typical of the therapy techniques of coaches and alternative therapists.
She teaches exercises to help people identify their fears and the people who inspire fear. The exercises seem to be pretty loaded. Everything comes out the same way. Everybody has the same problem – fear, and fear is whatever you can identify as causing a bad feeling. Fearless living is a slogan, not a therapy system.
We get to the heart of the matter in Chapters 4 and 5 of “Fearless Living,” which are titled Fear Junkies and Fearbusting. These chapters start with the basic observation that you can only change yourself, and that you can’t be responsible for someone else’s feelings. She discusses being aware of your reaction to negative content of interactions with others, and taking responsibility for directing the interactions in a positive way. Within the wisdom of addictions counselling theory, co-dependency theory, and 12 step recovery programs, you accept that you are powerless over another person’s addiction, and that you may have to disengage from life with an addicted person who is harming you.
Britten twists this into something new – disengage from people who inspire fear in you. By itself, that makes sense. You avoid dangerous and risky people and situations. The question is, what is it that makes you afraid?
In her system, anyone who makes you feel bad is a fearsome person. So in her system, if people around make you feel bad, dump them. This is partly an adaptation of the techniques of business networking where you cultivate useful friends and dump losers. It is partly a feel-good psychology of surrounding yourself with people who build you up and make you happy.
It is mainly very controlling. She counsels people to bust fear by blaming others, and making themselves impervious. You protect yourself by controlling your relationships. There is very little about taking responsibility for yourself. She empowers people to feel good about blaming others for their fear.
This system should appeal to people who see themselves as being held back by being afraid to assert themselves, and I think it might help shy people to overcome their shyness and to present themselves better. However, a system that works by blaming the people who make you feel bad is a system to help narcissists feel good about blaming other people for their feelings.
There’s not much more to her system. She must have a powerful presence as a speaker and great skills as a publicist to sell it.
I would suspect that her coaching is aggressive and that she tells clients to make changes. Then she praises them for the changes they are making. Coach and client both go away happy with their work. Meanwhile the client’s family, co-workers, friends, spouses and lovers must be wondering where the hell that emotional train that just hit them came from.
Self-help books should come with a consumer warning, but perhaps people addicted to tuning up their feelings would be oblivious to any warning.
She’s not a therapist or a healer. She hasn’t had any great insight. She’s reworked some very basic psychology into her own oddball narcissists’ cult. She’s a coaching, marketing, selling machine. She’s a fakir.

Abandoned Buildings

Yesterday, I called n. to see if he wanted to go to a movie. He hedged at first, because his friends had a plan, and he tried to get a side trip to a model store, but he eventually agreed. I picked him up, and I agreed to stop at a craft store to get some paint brushes to let him keep painting his models.
He told me a little more about his friends. His friend Nigel is about 20, and short – “four feet high”. N. finds him hilarious. They hang out with a 15 year old named Adrian. They do “missions” in abandoned buildings. Missions involve sneaking or breaking in, and exploration, and risk-taking and vandalism. The idea of mission seems to be taken from video adventure games. N. says they gain powers by completing missions. I asked him about where Nigel lives and how he supports himself and n. became defensive.
On the ride to the theater, said he has a meeting on April 26 with his CFS worker to start on “independent living” which will allow him to get social assistance to cover a place to live and some food, living unsupervised. This appears to be what he wants. He also talked about starting to hang around the St. Vital mall again, because kids are starting to hang around there again, and it’s fun.
We saw Hellboy, which was a pretty good movie. It had a comic-book sensibility with enough humour to avoid becoming pretentious. There was a strong occult and satanic theme in the plot with the satanic forces opposed by a Hellboy, who responded to teaching of his “father”. The satanists do not prevail in the end.
On the ride back to his hotel n. talked about his occult beliefs. He says that Jan has magic healing powers, but she engages in white magic (she might agree). He believes in Kthulu and dark powers. I knew from previous discussion that he had read the Satanic Bible books a few months ago, and that he had been powerfully impressed. I had already told him that the book was written by man named Anton Szandor Lavey within the last 40 years, and that I thought Lavey’s Church of Satan was basically a scam. I didn’t get far with that approach then, so I didn’t argue about it again. I just asked him to elaborate on his beliefs and I asked how he knew these things. He said he just knew. My best guess is that Satanic themes pervade metal music, that kids who like that music learn about Satanism through song lyrics and fan information, and are drawn to the modern occult literature about Satanism, and that information is passed among teens by word of mouth.
When I dropped him, I said I would try to see him again another evening, perhaps with his uncle Frank. N. wanted me to give him $10 because he needed to light up on April 20. He said there was some kind of bud event and people were going to light up publicly. I declined.
This morning, one of the headlines in the newspaper was about the Firefighers’ Union’s warning that Firefighers were at risk going to fight fires in abandoned industrial plants. There have been many abandoned industrial plants in Winnipeg, and they have all been vulnerable to squatters and vandalism. Sometimes the vandals set fires, or squatters’ fires will get out of control. Firefighters will go in, at some risk, if they believe people are in these buildings.
My brother Frank is a firefighter. I have mentioned his efforts to contact n. and to help n. to move out of his present state in other posts.
Sometimes the irony of my life becomes palpable.

Writing

My friend Randy has had an Internet presence for several years. He started with web pages which evolved into a blog. The idea of writing a blog myself has been growing for a while. The current tools for Web logs make it easy to publish. I enjoyed creative writing and writing essays as a student, and writing for sf fanzines. I always thought I would write but I always found excuses for not writing: too busy at work; too many jobs around the house; need to spend time with the kids; need to relax and read a book; fear it will compromise career choices in law; fear it will alienate business partners or clients; need to get over the latest crisis at work. Insecurity about my voice and my talent played a part, but depression and shame played a larger part. With depression and shame came a deep fear of self-disclosure and honesty.

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A few days of separation

Jan stayed for a couple of days after we gave Claire the divorce news on Wednesday. She moved out on Friday. Claire and I are discussing some of the basics – shopping, cooking, cleaning. This is a new and strange situation but we are trying to live with it.
Jan took one of the desktop computers with her. Claire had been using that for a lot of her writing and online work. I copied or moved all her files and favourites to the other desktop, and Claire has been able to get everything set up and working. We have to negotiate our computer access now.
I have kept up my riding and my time with my friends. My family are concerned and calling to help us me, Claire and n., as much as they can. I have been able to share the news with neighbours and to get some comments on housing issues, and support for staying in the neighbourhood.
N. called Thursday night and complained I had not called him this week. I reminded him that he had been late for our planned time on Monday and that I had told him that I would not be around this week. He was demanding models and things. I knew that his mom had bought him other stuff earlier in the day. I am not in a bidding war for his affection. I reminded him that I had been having a hard week, with other issues, and he hung up on me.
I dropped in onn. on Saturday morning and he gave me hell for dropping in. Since the worker in his room had not answered the phone when I called ahead, I had I had inferred he was having breakfast, and I was right – I found him in the dining room. He went on about how I didn’t listen to him or to his needs. I said I would call and make plans later. He called me Sat. evening and asked me to bring him some things that he already owns, and I can live with that.
Claire and I have been watching movies. We saw Kill Bill, Vol. I on DVD and we are going to catch Kill Bill Vol. II at a matinee today. Dinner is cooking in the crock pot.

Spring Cycling

Yesterday, Steve, Mike, Rob and I rode from Mike’s house to Waverley Street past Wilkes, where we met Clint. Rob and Clint are younger than Mike, Steve and I. They are both students at the University of Manitoba. Clint is in the Armed forces, currently in University. He has obviously done some serious riding in the past. He hasn’t had much time on the bike since coming to Winnipeg two years ago – unfamiliarity with the City, and maintaining his studies, and a home life with a young son and a new baby.
We went to Headingley by way of the Harte Trail, which is an abandoned rail line that has been turned into a cycling and walking trail. It runs basically east and west, parallel to the CN Main line and Wilkes Avenue and extends from Charleswood to Beaudry Park past Headingley. Inside the City, the trail is fairly well used, and gravelled. Outside the Perimeter Highway, it is dirt track, and crosses ditches and farmer’s fields.
The trail inside the City had a few damp spots, and even a couple of icy patches. We hit a huge mudhole at the point the trail meets the perimeter. Steve rode through, and had to spend half an hour wiping mud off his wheels, chain and drive components.
After crossing the perimeter, we pushed ahead on the Hart Trail but our speed dropped to about 12 k as we bumped along. The track was damp by appearance but firm. I didn’t think we were sucking up new mud, but we were exerting ourselves on this stretch. The first major road crossing brought us to a ditch full of water. We detoured across a farmer’s field, sucking up more mud, to reach a culvert and cross onto the road. For the next several kilometers of gravel and payement, my cleated tires hurled mud clods.
We stopped at the edge of Headingley and turned back. We had planned to go further, but we had taken some time on the mud and the trails and still had to ride back into a southeast wind that was in our face, off our right shoulders, most of the way.
This time last year, I weighed over 170 lbs. I’m not sure how much more because I wasn’t checking. I suppose it was not over 175 or I would not have fit my clothes. For the last few weeks my weight has been showing as 142 to 144. Most of the weight came off cycling last year and a little extra came off this spring with stress and not eating around my wife’s snapping back into her demand for divorce. I have been eating a bit more now, and rebuilding muscle and fitness. I expect to lose a few more pounds – I think 130 to 135 would be a safe healthy weight.
This time last year, I did not ride until April 20. This year, I have cycled on four consecutive weekends already, and several evenings, and I have logged about 225 k.
The temperature most days has been a little above freezing, but with suitable gear, the conditions are quite tolerable. The company is good.

Truthfulness

Last night Jan and I told Claire that we are going to be divorced after almost 21 years of marriage. Jan had made her decision quite a while ago. She told me over a month ago but she did not want to tell Claire. At that point, Claire had a few weeks of classes left, and exams, and the idea was to give her some peace to finish her first year of University. I agreed, for self-serving reasons.
I didn’t really think it would affect school. Claire has always succeeded in academic and intellectual matters in spite of struggles with her feelings. I don’t think that an immediate announcement and separation would have interfered with her routine and study habits. I agreed because I needed time to react to the news and to make decisions. I agreed because the news would be painful for Claire, and I was not strong enough to be present to face her pain at the time.
It was a relief to tell Claire, and to be able to move into the future. Claire has been shaken by the news. One part of her pain is that we fooled her and that she had not seen this coming. I think I felt the same way when Jan demanded the divorce a month ago.
This was not Claire’s fault. She is a victim of her parent’s struggles. She has been sacrificing herself to try to please and support both parents. I am looking forward to our new freedom.