Story snippet: If only...

First, a quick plug: 

This coming Sunday (October 4th) from 1 – 3 pm, Andrea Lovett, Michael Anderson, and I will be telling stories at Shelburn Farm. 

Already a fan of storytelling?  Then come on down!

Not really sure what storytelling means?  Then come on down!

Rain or shine, we will tell.  The performance is free and will be family friendly. 

 

Then, a quick aside:

One thing that listeners sometimes forget is that a story captured in a book is like a photograph.  As lovely as a snapshot of something you cherish may be, it’s not quite the same as the thing itself.  

The nice thing about a story is that it gets stored in a teller’s pocket like a little acorn.  When that story is pulled out, how it stretches up toward the sky depends entirely on the conditions surrounding it.  How does the storyteller feel?  How is the audience responding?  What is happening in the environment?

Now, onto the story:

The kernel of the story, which is what I’m sharing, kind of reminds me of a story Jay O’ Callahan tells about his path to becoming a storyteller.  If you’ve heard Jay’s story, let me know if you see the same connection.

Coming to this country is often an act of desperation and bravery --this was certainly the case for Seth.  However, he had always been a hardworking man and was certain he could find work in the New World.  Where he came from, he worked as the caretaker for the grounds of his place of worship.  It was a respectable job and one for which he was well qualified. 

Unfortunately, landing a job was much more difficult than he had anticipated.  Initially impressed by his experience and honesty, each potential employer immediately dismissed the possibility of hiring him when they learned that he was illiterate.  It soon became clear that Seth had no chance to resume the same livelihood that had supported him in the past.

Unsure of what else to do, Seth gathered the few remaining coins in his pocket, bought a few spindles of thread with them, and then set up a makeshift “shop” at a busy corner.  Once the spindles were sold, he used the money earned to buy some additional spindles and proceeded to sell them as well.  Eventually, he was able to make enough of a profit that he could buy needles, and then cloth, and then sewing machines…

After years of hard work, Seth owned a large, profitable chain of sewing supplies stores.

One day, Seth met with a bank manager to discuss a potential deal.  Eager to move forward, the bank manager handed Seth some paperwork to review which Seth admitted he could not read.  The bank manager, aware of the Seth’s success, was floored.  “I don’t mean to be rude, sir… but do you ever wonder what you could have made of yourself had you been able to read and write?”

“I don’t need to wonder,”  Seth smiled, clearly not offended, and pointed to a building visible through a window behind the banker.  “If I had been able to read and write,  I would be the caretaker of that building over there.”

 

Now, on to October!

There's a buyer for everything

At a friend's wedding reception years ago, I met a lovely, elderly woman who made her living as an artist.  At some point during our conversation, she pointed out the self-made broach on her lapel.  Before I had a chance to respond, she smiled in a way that let me know it was okay if I didn't like it.  Which was a good thing, because I really didn't like it.

Then, with a twinkle in her eye, she let me in on a secret.

"Honey, there's a buyer for everything."

In her experience, even pieces she wasn't nuts about found their way into the hands of people who were.  Knowing this helped her relax about the whole process.  Instead of worrying about "will anybody like this", she  focused on the act of creating and trusted that somewhere, someone would.

 

 

For four weeks, I have been writing posting  every day.   I cannot count the number of little mantras of self doubt triggered by my cursor hovering over the “Publish” button. 

Little thoughts like “Well, that wasn’t very interesting” or “That might not be so bad, after another 50 years of editing” seem determined to pull my pointer over to Solitaire.

But instead of turning to computer games for solace, I remember that conversation from years ago -- there’s a buyer for everything.  Every day this month has been an exercise in letting go of wanting everyone to like everything I do and trusting that somewhere, someone will at least like this.

Thank you for reading.   

Weighing the cost

In today’s consumption-focused society, we are conditioned to look for bargains.  Before jumping headlong into a “great deal”, you must first understand the full implication of saving in one way when there is a chance you may be making up for it in another.

There are at least two major types of cost swapping that you should consider to avoid paying more than what you bargained for.

One for the other 

There are many different types of costs.  To name a few, there are costs to your wallet, costs to the environment, costs to your  quality of life, costs to your reputation, and costs to your time.  Often, the lowering of one cost will be accompanied by the increase of at least one other cost.  For example, DIY furniture impacts your wallet less, but can be a drain on your time.

When making a purchase, preparing to sign a contract, or selecting a particular path to take in a project, make sure to consider all the costs that are important to you.  Also, recognize that a cost you may not care about could ultimately impact one that you do.  (e.g.  Perhaps costs to the environment don’t bother you so much, but the impact this fact could have on your reputation does.) 

Now versus later

How many advertisements hype how little you have to pay up front?  Zero down!  No initiation fee!  Gack.  The housing bubble, in part at least, is indicative of how bad things can get when folks cannot see tomorrow’s cost over today’s.

No matter how good today’s cost looks, take the time to consider all the associated future costs and incorporate that information into your overall decision.  Here is an example of future costs associated with a car purchase:

• Maintenance costs
• How regularly does this type of car tend to break down? 
• How costly are the replacement parts? 
• Does the local mechanic know how to service this type of car?  (Will I have to take time off of work in order to get my car repaired?)
• Fuel costs
• What type of fuel does the car use and how expensive is it? 
• How efficient is the car?  (How much will it cost to keep the car full of gas?)
• Insurance costs
• How much more does my insurance provider charge to insure this type of vehicle?

With practice, asking these types of questions will come more naturally.  Start today for less costly tomorrow.

 

Good luck!

Sharing: Productivity, organization, and backups

I made quite a bit of computer-oriented, organization-related progress this week.  As a result, productivity, organization, and backups are fresh on my mind. 

• Productivity
  Christian shot this link my way with an impish smile.  “You should try this, it will help you be more productive.”   
  
  Straight forward and to the point, The Ultimate Productivity Blog offers some sage advice.  

• Organization
  I have tons of notes from storytelling sessions, conferences, projects, you name it.  Ever Note allows you to capture, organize, and then easily find this sort of stuff.  I’m currently using their free service and am enjoying it so far.  Depending on how much use I get out of it, I will likely consider upgrading to their premium version available for $5/month.
  
   
  
• Back ups
  I had experienced two separate, catastrophic personal data events -- a laptop theft and a laptop death.  Despite this, figuring out what to do about backups was one item that took forever to get off of my to do list.  Until I discovered Carbonite, I walked around with a nagging worry in the back of my mind -- what if it happens again? 
  
  Oh, what a relief this product is.  It’s easy to set up and automatically backs up files when they change.  It’s already saved my hide more than once and offers me peace of mind.  I heartily recommend it.

See you tomorrow!

Another piece: "Time's running out!"

I was taken by how much "park" a quarter can get you in Bradford, PA.  Christian took the snapshot for me, so in fact, I can take very little credit for today's overall "original piece".  But I'm taking the little credit I can:

This last Monday, I started a pottery class with Christian's mom.  In my clay covered state, it didn't occur to me to take pictures of the lump I ended up with by the end of class.  So now you will just have to imagine it.

Go and make something!

Get over yourself! (And other attitude-shifting tools.)

Let’s just jump right in, shall we?

1. Get over yourself 
   I once knew a guy (let’s call him Al) who literally shook his fists in frustration and wailed – yes, wailed -- “Why does this always happen to me?!” when he came to a STOP SIGN at an intersection.    
    
   Fine, he was running late.  But come on, couldn’t he see that what he was perceiving as the world personally stepping in to mess with him was something that any driver would have come across in the same situation?  It didn’t seem to occur to him that his response was over-the-top melodramatic.  Just in case you’re wondering, he also responded this way to rain and, no he was never really able to see the humor in it all.  (No matter how frequently I pointed it out, with tears of laughter streaming down my face.)
    
   Guess what?  If you ever find yourself annoyed when waiting in line, feeling put upon when stuck in rush hour traffic, or absolutely inconvenienced when called in for jury duty – it’s possible you’re pulling an Al.
   
   Do what I do when I recognize I’m pulling an Al -- take it up a notch.  Shake your fists, stomp your feet, wail a little…  In other words, do whatever you need to feel as silly as Al sounds.  If you don’t manage to get a laugh out of this yourself, believe me, someone else will.
   
   
2. A joke
   
   
   

   Late one night a thug and his lady friend were walking down a window-shop lined street.  
    
   “Oooh” the lady friend cooed at the first window.  “Look at the beautiful necklace. I would love to have a necklace like that.”
   
   The thug looked up the street, the thug looked down the street.  Seeing that the coast was clear, he pulled a brick out of his pocket and smashed the window.  “There you go!” 
   
   “Ahhhh” the lady friend sighed at the second window.  “Look at that lovely jacket.  I would love to have a jacket like that.” 
   
   Once again, the thug looked up the street, the thug looked down the street.  Seeing that the coast was clear, he pulled a brick out of his pocket and smashed the window.  “Voila!” 
   
   “Wow” the thug lady friend gasped at the third window.  “That Ipod is so cool.  I have always wanted an Ipod!” 
   
   The thug looked at her, annoyed.  “What, do you think I’m made of bricks?”
   

   
   
   
   
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Have a great weekend, folks!

A horned tree, which by the way reminds me...

I spent a few minutes getting chewed up by ants outside the Thomas Crane Public Library.  It was worth it – the yard is nice with its green grass, park benches, and lovely trees. 

While admiring this beauty, I got to wondering about the shape of trees in general.  Sometimes I forget that a majority of the trees we see around the city have been pruned to our taste or convenience. 

Doesn’t this tree look like it’s reaching toward the camera?  This intrigued me, so I decided to get a closer look.  I’m sure this is just a stretch, but what I saw next reminded me of a little critter Christian and I admired at an aquarium recently.

I told you it was a stretch.  But if you try hard enough, you may be able to see it the way I do.  :)

A Story Snippet: With a Little Help

I have heard many versions of this story over the years.  At times it is attributed to Aesop and at others, to traditional Zulu storytelling.   To be honest, I am still not certain of the origin.
I have always enjoyed this story, but I believe I fell in love with it after hearing Lani Peterson describe her experience of watching Jane Goodall tell a version of this story as a means of personal introduction.  (If you ever get a chance to hear Lani tell, make sure to seize the opportunity.)
Please excuse my version.  I’ve decided to have a little fun with it.
 
Some bird couple must have been tying the knot.  Or maybe it was a nest cluster party and feathery neighbors were invited.  Whatever the reason, all the birds were there – from Turkey to Titmouse, from Pigeon to Peacock.
Everyone was having a merry old time.  But the next thing you know, after a few squawks here and a couple of hoots there, feathers were getting ruffled.  Things were getting out of hand.
A few responsible birds, including Wren, tried to contain the situation.  Unfortunately, anytime they tried to politely say “Ahem, excuse me, but maybe you shouldn’t be throwing that chair over your head” or “Um, pardon me, but maybe playing with matches is not such a good idea” they were met with a rude response: “You’re not the boss of me!”
This went on all night until the place was completely trashed. 

The next morning, all the birds gathered in the same place, hanging their heads in shame.  Many blamed their bad behavior on mob mentality.  Wren related her experience – nobody listened to the responsible birds the night before because they lacked authority.
The idea of having a Bird King was born.  No one would have been able to say “You’re not the boss of me!” if the Bird King had asked them to stop their shenanigans.
Afraid that an election of a Bird King would turn into a silly popularity contest, the birds decided on a contest -- Whoever stayed in the sky the longest would be crowned.

On the day of the contest, excitement and nervousness swept through the crowd.  Wren noticed that everyone wanted to be crowned the Bird King, but not everyone seemed to understand what a huge responsibility it would be.
At the starting signal, the sky was so thickly peppered with feathered critters of every shape and size that you would have thought it was night time.  As the morning progressed, bird after bird landed softly, disappointed and exhausted, but keen to see who was still in the running.
“Oooh, look at Eagle” they admired, he seemed to hang in the air with no effort.  A few of the responsible birds looked worried – Eagle was nice and all, but had been one of the biggest offenders the night before. 
Eventually, Eagle’s majestic silhouette was all that could be seen against the sunset lit sky.  Looking down at all the birds looking up at him, Eagle surmised that it was time to land.
Just as his powerful talons touched the ground, Wren hopped off of his back and fluttered in the air.  “I win!”  She announced.  Eagle was surprised, not only by the fact that Wren had beaten him but by the feeling of relief that washed over him as a result.
 

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I looked right past my good fortune

Normally -- from the moment I wake up to the minute I am ready to hit the sack -- I wear corrective lenses.  One morning a few weeks ago, a random "let's try something new" mood swept over me and I decided to go through the day without them.  Oh how fun!

Guess who didn't make it past breakfast?

Throughout my meal, I felt frustrated that I couldn't clearly see the details of the morning I am accustomed to enjoying.  The adorable squirrel sitting on the lunchbox affixed to the behemoth beech tree?  A brown blob.  The big bush we refer to as grand central station, peppered with chirpy little sparrows?  A big green blob.

I felt as if something had been taken away.
 
It took me a few minutes of sitting alone, annoyed, to realize that nothing in fact had been taken away -- this is the best my eyes can do on their own, without assistance. All these years of 20/20 vision have been a gift that I had been completely overlooking.

But I can see it today.  And that's something, right?

Nailing customer requirements

If you want to do your client justice, approach gathering customer requirements as a full contact sport. Your job is to tackle initial proposed solutions with "why" after "why" until you clearly understand what your client is ultimately trying to accomplish.

Each layer of "why" you peel away will create an additional layer of flexibility for designing the appropriate solution.

Here is an example I refer to as "build me a ladder" that demonstrates the point: 

Build me a ladder

If a customer asks you to build them a ladder, ask them what they need the ladder for.  If it turns out they need a ladder because they need something to sell in their ladder store, then you know that your solution has the constraint of "it must be a ladder". 

However, if it turns the ladder is needed because there is a shelf the client wants access to, you have another level of options you can work with.

I need to reach that high shelf

Once you understand that your customer needs to reach a certain shelf, ask them why they need to reach that shelf.  If it turns out they are entering a shelf reaching contest, then you know that your solution has the constraint of "it must enable the client to reach that high shelf".  Among a number of things, you can suggest a stepping stool, stilts, a trampoline, or super-high high heels. 

However, if it turns out that reaching the shelf is needed to access a specific book, you have another level of options you can work with.

 

Get me that book

Once you understand that your customer needs access to a specific book, ask them why they need that book.  If it turns out the book is due at the library, then you know that your solution has the constraint of accessing that particular book.  Among a number of things, you can suggest putting the book on a shelf the client can reach without assistance or hiring a tall assistant. 

However, if it turns out that they need to be able to read a specific passage in the book, you have another level of options you can work with.

 

This peeling away can go on for some time.  As you dig further down, more options will become available for designing the optimal solution for your client.