BST047: YukonMemories (thebasementvinyl3)

Ken puts on a record and is transported back to the Yukon summer, 1975.

Music:
Old Dan's Records - Gordon Lightfoot

BST046: almostbutnotquiteChristmas

If you're looking for a Merry Christmas podcast, this ain't.

Music:
Because Abbey Road - The Beatles
Things We Said Today - The Beatles- A Hard Day's Night
Happy Christmas & Give Peace A Chance - John Lennon - Shaved Fish

BST045: thebasementvinyl: part 2

Ken, playing the role of Scarborough Dude, carries on as if no one was listening, which may be prophetic.

Music:
background vinyl - Joni Mitchell - Hejira

BST044: thebasementvinyl: part 1

This all takes place in Ken's basement bar, from zero to 3:00 am. Caution: scratchy vinyl.

Music:
If Dogs Run Free - Bob Dylan - New Morning
Can You Hear Me? - Love - Out Here
Govinda - Radha Krsna Temple - Govinda
background - Captain Beefheart & The Magic Band - Lick My Decals Off Baby
background - Joni Mitchell - Hejira

BST043: justmoretalking

Just more talking, like the title tells you. 

Music:
The Love Cats - The Cure - Starting At The Sea: The Singles
And Your Bird Can Sing - The Beatles - Anthology 2
Hot Dog Daddy - Goose Creek Symphony - Do Your Thing But Don't Touch Mine

BST042: whoopsnortintoke

Syd Barrett, Roger Waters, Nick Mason & Richard Wright

Recorded non-stop at Bluffers after a whoopsnortintoke; need I say more?

Music:
Atom Heart Mother Suite - Pink Floyd - Atom Heart Mother
Shine On You Crazy Diamond - Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

BST041: forgotthetitleagain

This might be an all meds podcast - can't remember.

Music:
I Go Hungry - Mother Mother - Very Good Bad Thing
If - Joni Mitchell - Shine

BST040: doubleheader

Two in a row this week: Ken tries out his new meds, and they seem to work nicely.

Music:
River - Joni Mitchell - Blue
Most Likely You'll Go Your Way and I'll Go Mine - Bob Dylan - Blonde On Blonde
Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye - Leonard Cohen - Songs of Leonard Cohen

BST039: everythingsconnected

Your hosts start off on a subway and end up in a cemetery, grateful.

Music:
Tour de France - Kratfwork - Uncut - Best of 2003
Free Man in Paris - Joni Mitchell - Hits
The Three Great Stimulants - Joni Mitchell - Dog Eat Dog

BST038: whatagreatfncountry!

Beautiful fall weather, a new prescription, and a government full of hope and promise - wow!

Music:
Gin And Juice - Richard Cheese - The Sunny Side of the Moon
Alone Again Or - Love - Forever Changes
Long, Long, Long - The Beatles - The Beatles White Album

BST037: alottatalknmusic

Ken talks a lot in this one, and plays some of his favourite old songs. What else do you need to know?

Music:
True Love Will Come To You - JB and the Playboys - JB and the Playboys
D'arcy Farrow - Mathews Southern Comfort - Second Spring
Matilda Mother - Pink Floyd - The Piper At The Gates of Dawn
Something's Happening - Eric Clapton - Behind The Sun
Who Knows What Tomorrow Will Bring - Traffic - Traffic Gold

BST036: Crickets, I can't find my tickets!

Ken drags you through another week of fun and games, sometimes mindlessly. 

Music:
You Ain't Going Nowhere - The Byrds - Dylan Country
Subterranean Homesick Blues - Tim O'Brien - Dylan Country
Mixed Up Confusion - Bob Dylan - Biograph (Box Set)
Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance - Bob Dylan - The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

BST035: voting

Ken votes, and makes a few statements that could easily be misinterpreted and raise hackles. 

Music: 
We Need A New Leader - JLK - Previews & Rarities
Coyote Dance - Robbie Robertson - O Canada

BST034: happyday!

Ken apologizes to his American listeners, then has a very happy day in the Haliburton Highlands. 

Music:
I Just Want To Be With You - Chris Rea - Road To Hell
Ride That Cyclone -  Larkin Grimm - Parplar

BST033: lockthemallup!

The Rock in Notre Dame Cathedral, Montreal

Ken talks a little too much politics and religion, sounding more like the Scarborough Dude than usual.

Music:
Ride My See-Saw - The Moody Blues - In Search of the Lost Chord
Across The Universe - The Beatles - Let It Be

BST0-32: catpuke!

Ken talks puke in a park, hits a couple of bars, and ends at the Eglinton GO.

Music:
Down With the Sickness - Richard Cheese - Tuxicity
Mama Roux - Dr. John - The Very Best of Dr. John
Street Spirit - Radiohead - The Bends

BST031: notenufluv

The Sadies performing at PhogPhest 7

Ken covers familiar ground, again and again, but ends on a high note.

Music:
Cosmic Wheels - Donovan - Super Hits
I Love My Shirt - Donovan - Barabajagal
Guinevere - Donovan - Super Hits

BST030: Getting Ruder

Ken is sounding more like the Scarborough Dude with every episode; will Baby Sally turn into DicksnJanes? 

Music:
Do Right To Me Baby - Bob Dylan - Slow Train Coming
Mozambique - Bob Dylan - Desire
Right or Wrong - Bob Willis & His Texas Playboys - Legends of Country

BST029: Heading Home

Beautiful wood carving from
Acadian church in Nova Scotia

Great little Maritime holiday is over, and Ken talks more about the DicksnJanes zine. 

Music:
Dum Dum - Brenda Lee - Let's Dance: 100 Original 1960s Hits
Lover Please - Clyde McPhatter - Let's Dance: 100 Original 1960s Hits
Wheels - The String-A-Longs - Let's Dance: 100 Original 1960s Hits
Let There Be Drums - Sandy Nelson - Let's Dance: 100 Original 1960s Hits
Runaway - Del Shannon - Let's Dance: 100 Original 1960s Hits

BST028: Nova Scotia Travels

Ken rolls along on his Maritimes holiday, feeling pretty dam good.

Music:
Let's Dance - Chris Montez - Let's Dance: 100 Original 1960s Hits
The Locomotion - Little Eva - Let's Dance: 100 Original 1960s Hits
(Dance wih the) Guitar Man - Duane Eddy - Let's Dance: 100 Original 1960s Hit

BST027: New Brunswick Travels

Ken heads off on an unexpected but delightful holiday in the Maritimes.

Music:
Nut Rocker - B. Bumble & The Stingers - Let's Dance: 100 Original 1960s Hits
Sea of Heartbreak - Don Gibson -  Let's Dance: 100 Original 1960s Hits
On the Rebound - Floyd Cramer -  Let's Dance: 100 Original 1960s Hits
Too Much Tequila - The Champs -  Let's Dance: 100 Original 1960s Hits

BST026: Lessons Learned in Nigeria

Ken starts off by wrestling with the talk he's going to give at West Hill United Church, then gives the talk. 

Music:
Did Ye Get Healed - Van Morrison - A Night in San Francisco

BST025: From the 401 to Enlightenment

Adam in Vancouver

Ken and John continue their conversation driving to Toronto,  ending the podcast with a vintage 2006 clip by Adam Gratrix on Enlightenment.

Music:
Disco Dancing Machines - Dirty Beatniks - Revolution LRD

BST024: Lachine

Photographer John Meadows

Ken and John, playing the role of Spot, take a tour of Lachine and enjoy an insightful conversation along the Lakeshore Blvd. 

Music:
Les Raftsmen - Kids Direct - O Canada
Jolie Louise - Daniel Lanois - O Canada

BST023: Quebec City/Laurentians

Sylvain Grand'Maison

The study tour winds down with a great visit in the Laurentians; guest host in Quebec, the Scarborough Dude. 

Music: (Montreal memories) 
Empty Heart - The Rolling Stones - 12 X 5
The Duke - Dave Brubeck - Ken Burns Jazz: Dave Brubeck
Teachers - Leonard Cohen - Songs of Leonard Cohen
Because - The Dave Clark Five - The Dave Clark Five: The Hits

BST022: Ottawa/Quebec City

The study tour continues, complete with city guides; Ken records his thought from Ottawa/Quebec City.

BST021: Bark Lake

Ken finds himself in familiar surroundings, and is feeling happy.

BST020: #MMPR15

Ken reflects back on the Hamilton podcaster gathering July 24-26, and some other stuff.

Music:
Koi No Vacance - Peanuts - Japan - the Greatest Songs Ever
My Little Japanese Cigarette Case - Spoon   
Tokyo Kid - Japan - the Greatest Songs Ever

BST019: the return of the zine

Ken buys some books, and commits to bring the DicksnJanes zine back to life.

Music:
2120 South Michigan Avenue - 12 X 5 - The Rolling Stones
Going Home - Aftermath - The Rolling Stones
Down Home Girl - The Rolling Stones, Now - The Rolling Stones
Doncha Bother Me - Aftermath - The Rolling Stones
Waiting On A Friend - Jump Back, Best of the RS 1971-1993 - The Rolling Stones

BST018: self-acceptance

The boys in Kawasaki, Japan

“The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change.”
― Carl R. Rogers

Music:
Simple Twist of Fate - Bob Dylan - Blood On The Tracks
Ballad of a Thin Man - Bob Dylan - Highway 61 Revisited
Most Likely You'll Go Your Way And I'll Go Mine - Bob Dylan - Blonde On Blonde

BST017: win some lose some

Is there really any point in giving a description here - I mean you'll listen or you won't, doesn't matter what I say. 

Music:
Mandolin Concerto In C Major - Württemberg Chamber Orchestra - 111 Classical Masterpieces
Carmina Burana - Salzburg Mozarteum Orchestra, Salzburg Mozarteum Chorus - 111 Classical Masterpieces
Never Stop Running - Trentemøller - Lost
Summer Wages - Ian Tyson - Cowboyography
 

BST016: Some Canadian Stuff

Not following any set patterns cuz it's okay to colour over the lines sometimes.

Music:
Various Songs (background) - Kids Direct - O Canada
Early Morning Rain- Gordon Lightfoot - O Canada
Here It Is - Leonard Cohen - Ten New Songs

BST015: no straight lines

Song & Artist Chosen in Celebration of Gay Pride

Recorded all in one fell swoop, and released before it's time, just because why not. 

Music:
Oh! You Pretty Things - David Bowie - Best Of David Bowie 1969-1974

Read this comment about the song:

BST014: The Fork in the Road

This episode is presented in reverse chronological order so that Ken can warn listeners of foul language ahead. 

Music:
Road Trippin' (Without Strings) - Red Hot Chilli Peppers - B-Sides
Fear No Pain - Willy Mason - Where The Humans Eat
River Runs Deep  - J.J. Cale - Gold

BST013: Fitting the pieces together

Ken introduces the Rock to Voyageur at PAB2006

This podcast is starting to sound and feel more like dicksnjanes, which is okay with me. 

Music:
Poor People - Alan Price - O Lukcy Man
Fixing A Hole - The Beatles - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
Malaika - Boney M - Boonoonoonoos

Check out the Voyageur guitar at Six String Nation

BST012: Pretty Shells, Fragile Egos

Gave away the brown beauty on the left

OMG! What will it take for Ken to become comfortable with this new podcast?

Music:
I Know There's An Answer - Beach Boys - Pet Sounds
Hang On To Your Ego - Beach Boys - Pet Sounds

BST011: Meet Scarborough Dude

Ken is still trying to find his authentic voice, so turns to Scarborough Dude for advice.

Music:
When The Dog Sits On The Tuckerbox - Jack O'Hagan - Essential Aussie Songs
A Pub With No Beer - Gordon Parsons - Essential Aussie Songs

BST010: Sea Beans

Sea Beans from Mexico & Costa Rica

Ken tells a story of his sea beans without mapping it out first, although it may meet the 5 key elements: Simple (oops, maybe not?); Emotional; Truthful; Real; Valid (hmmmm?).

Music:
So Long Old Bean - Devendra Banhart - Smokey Rolls Down Thunder Canyon

Learn more about sea-beans here:

BST009: Yuki

Ken planned to intertwine two stories but decides to give his listeners a break and make them separate episodes instead.

Music:
Tonight I'll Be Staying Here With You - Bob Dylan - Nashville Skyline

BST008: Fragmented Memories

Ken recaps what happened at church, and then talks about his magnet and the mystery of his father's passport.

Music:
Black Flakes of Memory - Greg Hoskins - O Canada

BST007: The Hash Knife

Ken goes back to his basement bar to share more hidden treasures.

Music:
Have You Heard - The Moody Blues - On the Threshold of a Dream

Links:
Visit the West Hill United site if you'd like to know more about this wonderful church, or lean more about Gretta Vosper here.

BST006: The Crossover

Ken grows increasingly uncomfortable at playing the nice guy, so invites an old friend to join him.

Music:
Awake My Soul - Mumford & Sons - Sigh No More

BST005: My Mitt

Ken continues to sort out what direction this podcast will take, then talks about his baseball glove.

BST004: My Sunday Pants

Ken gets tangled up trying to sort out the purpose of this podcast, and wonders if it's time to change direction.

BST003: Filling In The Silence

Ken fills in the silence by sharing some memories from his time in Nigeria, 1980-1982.

BST002: What's In A Name?

Ken does his best to explain where the name Baby Sally's Sunday Sermons cones from, not knowing future Ken would change it yet again.

BST001: Another New Beginning?

Ken begins his new podcast by talking about his Gestalt weekend. And BTW, my apologies for the inflated description that I can't possibly live up to: "Shared reflections on a personal journey of spiritual self-discovery..." The wording may change as the podcast takes form.

Teaching and Learning Philosophy

I think of my teaching and learning philosophy as being ‘hand rolled’, and although using tobacco products as an analogy may seem rather unfashionable nowadays, it makes sense if you consider the alternative, ‘machine made’. The latter suggests to me uniformity and all that this implies; standardization, sameness, consistency, in fact, the very qualities many within our education system seem to value and perpetuate. Hand rolled, on the other hand, conjures up an image of something not quite perfect, a work in progress, slightly flawed and decidedly unique. When you take into account the time, skill and care involved in its production, it becomes something precious, something to be savored, lovingly. Of course in today’s gadget driven world, most consumers opt for the factory product, the iPod loaded with store bought iTunes, for example; few have the time or inclination to make their own music. I’ve been fortunate enough to live most of my life in a hand rolled manner, ranging from a Kerouac inspired railroad bum in the interior of British Columbia, to a teacher in a West African bush village, to the suit and tie persona of a Japanese ‘salaryman’.

My point, of course, is that to me teaching and learning should be focused on the individual, a celebration of what it is that makes us all so distinct and remarkable. The aspect that continues to keep me engaged in teaching after many years is just that; no two students are alike, and consequently every interaction between teacher and student will or should be new and authentic. Authenticity is a quality I regard highly; as a learner it’s what I look for in a teacher, as a teacher I aim to promote it in my students. There is no greater or nobler challenge in life than to ‘be yourself’, and yet our institutions and society at large tend not to foster personal growth. This is why I believe teaching is a moral calling, and as such it is our duty to bring out the best in everyone we can, regardless of age or even subject matter taught. Enlightened learners will go on to learn for the rest of their lives; those who are stultified by limited visions and low expectations will have little incentive for further learning.

With regards to my own learning, I prefer a combination of approaches; engaging dialogue, solitary reading, hands on activities, audio, visuals, private study and group work. Consequently, I try to offer a variety of instructional methods in my own teaching to satisfy the myriad of learning styles in any given classroom. Early in my career, while training mentally handicapped adults in a sheltered workshop, I was influenced by the work of Mark Goldman, in particular the idea that if a client can’t do a certain task, it is the failure of the instructor who should ‘try another way.’ I carry that philosophy with me today, as a reflective practitioner; if something doesn’t work as planned, it is probably not the fault of the students, and all features of the exercise should be re-examined and revamped. I also believe it’s essential to establish a bond of trust within the first two to three weeks of a new course, so that students feel comfortable enough to truly express their thoughts and feelings within the classroom environment. It is then much easier to gauge student learning and respond accordingly. This trusting relationship and spirit of mutual cooperation is developed through openness and transparency, with a sprinkling of humor; the results are good attendance with students who are willing to take chances. Stephen Brookfield, in ‘The Skillful Teacher’, sums up my beliefs thusly: “Credibility, authenticity, modeling, full disclosure, and consistency are some of the characteristics universally appreciated in teachers.” That said, I also make it clear from the start we must all agree on a policy of mutual respect, with clear behavioural expectations (no cell phones, rude interruptions, etc.). As Brookfield puts it, students want teachers ‘to be authoritative, not authoritarian.’

We learn from mistakes we or others have made; I have to thank Mr. Rogers, my Grade Five teacher, for a valuable ‘what not to do’ lesson. One day he announced he was rearranging the desks, but we all immediately understood the significance; the smartest four students, those who always earned ‘E’s, were placed together in a special row in the back, and then the next four smartest, the ‘VG’s, had a row to themselves, and the rest of us, well, we knew where we belonged because we were the ‘G’s, mixed in with the poor ‘F’s. Mr. Rogers told me in private that if I tried a little harder I could maybe join the ‘VG’s (not the E’s of course), but by then I had already made up my mind, I was a ‘G’ and that was good enough for me, and I remained branded a ‘G’ throughout my entire school career, at least until university when much to my delight I found out I could earn A’s if I really wanted. As a teacher now I make certain not to underestimate any student’s ability or to pre-judge based on unreliable diagnostics or test scores; our job is to encourage each and every student to realize their own potential, and even to help undo the damage already done to their own self-esteem. Yes, you could say I favour the humanistic approach to education; my undergraduate hero was Carl Rogers, a champion of human development, so well explained in my favourite book ‘On Becoming A Person.’

My own personal journey has brought me closer to a Zen Buddhist philosophy of life, and I find it interesting that these studies echo what Carl Rogers had to say back in the early 60s, in particular the ideas that as we gain confidence we have less need to conform, become more creative and open to new experiences, and live life more fully in the moment. These ideas also coincide with what I have learned in my training as a mediator, mainly, during mediation we need to be fully aware of what is actually happening now, and less ruled by preconceived notions and biases. Rogers describes this as ‘organismic trust’, meaning to trust one’s own judgement and act in ways appropriate to each moment. Some teachers may describe this as the ability to be spontaneous or think on one’s feet, others more crudely describe this as being able to ‘pull a lesson out of your ass’. This does not diminish the importance of clearly thought out lesson plans - my rule is to come to every class with more material than can likely be covered in the set time frame. It means, rather, ‘shit happens’, and good teachers are those who can carry on creatively and constructively regardless of unforeseen circumstances, especially when it comes to technological mishaps.

Although I completed my psychology degree in the days of typewriters and carbon paper, I have become somewhat nerdish with regards to computers and technology, thanks largely to the creative geniuses at Apple. I have progressed from desktop publishing, with which I edited and produced a professional looking folksy newsletter for twenty years, to podcasting, which I have been doing on a weekly basis with a growing listenership since the early adopter days in 2005, speaking regularly at podcaster conferences. I enjoy following the latest trends and developments in new media via twitter and blogs, and believe it is the responsibility of teachers to make an effort to stay au courant so as to be at least aware of what their younger students are using. I find most students appreciate being able to converse about technology, and enjoy viewing short video clips on gadgets such as the new iPad, which in my view will soon have a profound effect on the educational publishing industry. The point here is that teachers should be setting the example of life long learning.

In answer to the question ‘how do you improve your teaching,’ I reply ‘by more teaching’. As long as one is truly a reflective practitioner, one will always improve, and every new class will offer new challenges and more opportunities for further learning. I would also like to add that since earning my Bachelor’s degree I have gone back to college and university to earn three more teaching related certificates, and firmly believe that all teachers can benefit from refresher courses on what it’s like to be a student. The good news is it’s possible to emerge from the machine with one’s ‘hand rolled’ qualities still intact; there is room for individuality within higher learning institutions for both students and teachers, if one has the courage and confidence. At this stage in my teaching career, I am proud to say I have reached what Brookfield sums up in a way Carl Rogers might have: “I feel I’ve grown into the truth of my own teaching. By growing into the truth of teaching I mean developing a trust, a sense of intuitive confidence, in the accuracy and validity of one’s judgments and insights.”
 

Ken Bole
April 8, 2010

 

Uncommon Threads: The Tapestry We Weave

(My final portfolio assignment completed for my Adult Teaching Certificate, from April, 2010)

If you follow your bliss, you put yourself on a kind of track, which has been there all the while waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living.
– Joseph Campbell

As I ease myself into the final few years of my teaching career, I find I am less and less willing to compromise my personal values and beliefs. This is as it should be if integrity is a standard by which we wish to be judged. In short, one word, authenticity, is the key that unlocks my actions and philosophical approach to teaching and learning, and has become more than ever my guiding principle.

Fortunately for me, I have no further need nor desire to sell myself to prospective employees, and am content to simply present myself as I am, rather than who I might like someone to think I am. Please keep in mind that this portfolio represents more of a history of my life looking back, rather than a sales pitch aimed towards the future, although I am certainly proud of the broad range of experiences this binder holds testimony to, and believe this should present ample proof of my professional qualifications and character.

Reflecting back on the life I’ve lead, it appears a certain contrariness and stubbornness have served me well, as I have no regrets whatsoever about the unusual choices I’ve made and the divergent paths I’ve ventured along. Not having twenty-five cents for a cup of coffee in Prince George, and later being thrown in the town drunk tank for the night is as rich and valuable a memory as being served deluxe whiskey by a bevy of beauties in Yokohama alongside my charismatic company president, Jun Ogasawara. And in between, I cherish the image of the Nigerian postman handing me my Manchester Guardian through the open window of our local palm wine shop, where I gathered every afternoon with the men of the village to help finish off the day’s supply of freshly tapped palm wine, while listening to the elders tell stories in a language no one outside Uzairue could understand.

At this point in the narrative you may well ask what relevance any of this has, and I would answer, somewhat petulantly, ‘It’s a puzzle, and I’m trying to fit all of the pieces together.’ You see, I don’t want to be defined by the role of teacher; teaching is just one aspect of who I am. In fact, my greatest achievement in teaching was not as a teacher per se, but as a residential counsellor...

The Door to the Kitchen

It isn’t that they can’t see the solution. It is that they can’t see the problem.
  – G.K. Chesterton

It was a blistering hot day at the group home when Gerry walked past me grumbling, ‘I’m thirsty’, and went on to fill his cup with tap water. The other residents were capable of quenching their own thirst, all except for Gary. Gary would rub his tummy and make a sad face when he had to use the toilet, but beyond that he didn’t express himself much, having spent all of his life in a locked institution where most of his basic needs, one hoped, were taken care of by the staff. We were not supposed to have favourites, of course, but I had a soft spot for Gary’s gentle childlike nature.

Residents entered the kitchen through a door with a large glass window, but Gary only came when he was brought in for meals. It suddenly occurred to me, as Gerry noisily gulped down his water, that Gary might be thirsty too, but had no way of telling us. As I left the room to find him, it dawned on me that it would be so much better if he could just wander into the kitchen by himself and get his own water. All that was preventing him, in fact, was the kitchen door, or to be more specific, the thing that magically made the door open, the doorknob. Having grown up in locked wards, Gary, being somewhat passive anyway, was always lead though doorways by the hand, and as I surmised, had never once been taught the secret of the doorknob.

To make a long story short, at the end of three weeks Gary was able to twist the knob and enter the kitchen whenever he pleased, thanks largely to the behavioral modification techniques I had learned in psychology. To the casual observer it may have appeared that I was simply repeating, ‘Do you want a cookie Gary?’ as I stood on one side of the glass pointing down at the knob, but in truth it was much more subtle than that. What I did accomplish was to give Gary a freedom he had never in his life enjoyed before. 

No amount of teaching the present perfect progressive in order for ESL students to pass a grammar test will ever mean as much to me as that one small yet so important lesson, teaching Gary to open doors. I take a special pride in this achievement as no one else at the group home had even thought about this; it wasn’t written on Gary’s life skills plan.

Some of the Other Pieces 

For this is the journey that men make: to find themselves. If they fail in this, it doesn’t matter much what else they find. – James. A. Michener

While that happens to be my favourite, I could easily come up with another dozen wonderful stories from my five years of working as a vocational instructor, sheltered workshop manager and residential counsellor for various associations for the mentally handicapped. The most important lesson learned during those years was Mark Goldman’s simple mantra, ‘Try another way’, practical advice for both trainers and their clients for times when obstacles seem to prevent further progress.

Moving on to more traditional teaching roles, my greatest satisfaction comes from the field of Adult Literacy. In fact, helping someone crack the reading code is akin to opening doors; the purpose of the lesson is empowerment. However, providing students with the confidence to speak less than perfect English is also satisfying professionally, as well as empowering for the individuals; these, as opposed to demeaning grammar tests, are what make teaching so worthwhile. Language is power.

But let us not get bogged down by pedagogy; to me life must be lived holistically, with an eye always on the bigger picture. The dozens of teaching jobs I’ve held throughout Canada, West Africa and Japan all add up to much more than the sum of time spent and money earned. The rich range of experiences, including those that hurt, has shaped my character and made me the person I am today. It strikes me as quite wonderful that the ideas that started germinating within me as an undergraduate student four decades ago, when I first read the works of the existentialists and visionaries like Carl Rogers (On Becoming A Person) and the Beat writers, are blossoming now!

This leads us to the present, and this portfolio: what exactly am I offering here, aside from sufficient documentation to earn my final credit for the Teacher/Trainer of Adults Certificate. Actually, I had hoped that question had already been answered, but just in case it isn’t clear, let me reiterate. This portfolio, containing transcripts, certificates, resumes, letters of reference, pamphlets and what may seem like a hodgepodge of miscellaneous items, is sufficient proof that I can and did jump through all the necessary hoops society demands of us in order to earn a good living. Furthermore, I have included items that show me to be a businessman, an entrepreneur, owner of a successful educational services company (Canadian Study Tours, Ltd.), partner in a consulting and tutoring firm (Canadian Academic Preparation School, Inc.), and even director of a dormant (for now) mediation service (Glanville Mediation Services). There is also ample evidence to show I am a good citizen; records of my involvement on school councils, on volunteer boards of directors (currently President of the Canada Japan Society), and more importantly, I am now serving as a trained mediator for the Youth Justice Committee in Scarborough, after serving as a pioneer on the now disbanded Adult Justice Committee. This means I can help guide conversations with youth and their parents so that those charged with certain crimes under the law can make amends and if sincerely contrite be cleared of criminal charges, allowing for a fresh, unblemished start.

So What Else Is There?

One way or another, we all have to find what best fosters the flowering of our humanity in this contemporary life, and dedicate ourselves to that.
– Joseph Campbell

I have a photograph my mother gave me of an old man resembling Charles Darwin. She remembered sitting on his lap in the conservatory and being fascinated by his white beard. I also have a copy of a sermon he gave one Sunday in 1914, two years before his second granddaughter, my mother, was born, and some coins and sketches of far off places he made as a young man in the British navy, including a view of Yokohama circa 1867. In fact, I even have all of his original ships papers, passed down through the generations, and can go online to track down the histories of the HMS ships he served on. I have a book, Darkness at Finisterre, describing the capsizing of the HMS Captain in 1870, the ship his younger brother drowned on along with 500 other British sailors, resulting in his leaving the navy to open a school for boys in the south of England. I have many pieces of the puzzle, but no matter how I try to put them together, Owen Fanshawe Glanville remains a complete mystery to me. Who was that man?

Enter the digital age! All of us, whether we like it or not, are leaving a trail behind. While I value the very real and priceless artifacts of my great grandfather more than any jpeg or pdf file, there is something to be said for new media and the tools we now have available to help flesh out our ghosts. ‘Excuse me’, you politely interrupt, ‘but where are we going with this?’ Ah yes, the point! How I wish I could hear the voice of that man, talking about his adventures at sea, the pain of losing his brother in the greatest sea disaster of the Victorian age, or perhaps his views, as a clergyman, on Darwin’s theory of evolution! Even the trivia of his daily home life and what he ate and drank would be of such interest to me now, but alas, I shall never know. While I could assemble a rudimentary portfolio of his life, it’s impossible to say what kind of man he really was; kind or unkind, gentle or rough, tolerant or bigoted, humorous or gruff, generous or miserly, but of course there is no one left alive to ask. So... what will my descendants find of me? The papers herein tell part of the story, where I was and when and what I did, but they still don’t speak of me as a person, and if this were the only record passed on, my descendants might ask the same questions I ask of my ancestors. Yes, I have included some testimonials, as instructed, which reveal something of my character, but these are attestations to my digital self, which if you are still with me is an integral part of this story...

The Story Teller

No matter how old you get, if you keep the desire to be creative, you’re keeping the man-child alive.
– John Cassavetes

Are we there yet? No, but we are very close. As I write, I am reminded of my struggle to comprehend T.S Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock in first year university: 


There will be time, there will be time;
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet...
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

‘Oh please’, you say, ‘is this really the time for poetry?’ Indeed it is, and as you flip though this binder I hope you take the time to read through a few of my personal favourites, poems that mean even more to me now that they did when I first copied them down into one of my ever present black notebooks I carried as a young man. Surely this is a sign of my advancing years, a newfound appreciation for poetry? But if this portfolio was put together on a tool from tomorrow, like the Apple iPad, then you could merrily scroll your way through with the touch of your fingertip – and presto! you’d be hearing my favourite songs as well! Something by Ween, for sure, and a little Van Morrison, and of course some Dylan – well, you get the idea, this dam old fashioned binder portfolio just don’t cut it, Joe! And I could not have delivered all this text via a powerpoint presentation or even a web site or blog – no, the iPad would have been the best tool for the job, but as I write it’s still unavailable in Canada. So where does that leave us?

A quick summary. By the time you read this, I will have already stuffed this binder full of most of what this course requires. I have spent an entire afternoon writing this piece, which I’m pleased to say has turned something I dreaded spending my time on into a most enjoyable, at least for me, exercise! You see, I am a story teller, and there is just no other way I can think of to better explain who I am, which has been my goal all along. Now before you cry out ‘Boring!’ let me remind you I’m an English teacher, and it’s only natural to take great delight in the creative writing process, whether or not you have the patience to read though this. Perhaps this is the best place for my cummings quote:

To be nobody-but-yourself – in a world which is doing it’s best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
– e.e. cummings

Okay, but does being yourself have to take so dam long? The answer is yes. And I haven’t even started in on my father’s ham radio, and the mystery of what role he played during World War Two, thanks largely to the Official Secrets Act which he swore an oath to, meaning he never did tell us, although we pieced some of the clues together; his study of German, the spy network responsible for sinking so many of the ships that sailed down the St Lawrence from the shipyard he worked at, or the disappearances when the only way my mother could get a message to him was via an intermediary in Sorel. And all this just triggers off the story of my Aunt Rosemary laughing when her father, my dear grandfather, who married Owen Fanshawe’s daughter, fell in the garden every time a plane went overhead, too young to understand he was still reacting to the trauma of World War One, which was why he left Vancouver Island where he had emigrated to a few years earlier, and sadly, this kind man who I remember so well, was just never able to pick up all the pieces again. That’s why my mother can recall the bailiffs coming to their home during the depression years, and taking away their furniture, and why it is she was never able to finish school because Percy could no longer afford the boarding fees at the Ottawa School for Girls for her and her older sister. And that story – well you get the idea, don’t you. It’s rather like a tapestry, how all the threads interweave and create new patterns, just as that fateful decision to fly to Japan on a one way ticket in 1984 changed my life forever, and gave rise to the two sons for whom this ‘portfolio’ is meant as a keepsake.

I hope, dear reader, by now you understand how very important it was that I took control of this exercise. I’ve done my bit. I owe no one anything (wife, children and bank aside, of course). This choice to take these courses was mine, and I feel proud for having done things my way. That stubborn streak, remember?

One Last Thing, eh

The importance and unimportance of the self cannot be exaggerated. – R.H. Blyth

How could I forget what I originally thought was the most important factor in the equation, to use yet another metaphor. My digital persona – my audio avatar! Please let me introduce you to the Scarborough Dude. Not to be confused with the real me, of course – heaven forbid, I’d never get hired again. If you wade through this portfolio you should find a few back issues of the Dicks ’n Janes newsletter, first published in 1985, a ‘zine’ before the word zine was even popularized. The purpose was mainly to serve as a means of keeping a closely knit group of ex-Lachine friends in touch as we moved around on this planet, with the shifting sands of time. We shared letters and stories and jokes in what was a ‘joint’ (wink wink) effort, and managed to break even after a twenty year run, thanks to volunteer subscriptions, with yours truly serving as editor, publisher, printer, etc. We embraced new technologies as they came along, starting with dot matrix printers and computer tapes, and moving to the first Macintosh, laser printers and the wonders of desk top publishing with which we could now include pictures! Indeed, there was even discussion as to whether or not we should include so called ‘internet’ friends, and who would and wouldn’t embrace this new electronic mail idea. Yes, the Dicks ’n Janes zine is now history, but just one year after the release of the final issue, it was brought back to life by yet another technological breakthrough, the podcast!

Once again, were you reading this on an iPad or some such device, I would insert a link here and you’d be hearing my voice now – or rather the voice of the Scarborough Dude, host of the one and only DicksnJanes podcast (link to testimonials here – if not, just flip the pages). I must add, the podcast, like the newsletter it’s named after, which by the way was named after the Dick and Jane books so many of us baby boomers learned to read with, is generally by invitation only, although as it happens friends recommend friends and that accounts for the hundreds of regular weekly listeners scattered across the globe. These people count on the Scarborough Dude to tell it like it is, or at least as the world appears through his eyes, and keep coming back for more, in one hour doses, many having stayed with the show for the entire 244 and counting, episodes. There is one thing they are guaranteed and value as much as I do, and that is, authenticity.

Hey, didn’t we start with that word – authenticity – have we finally come full circle? Yes we have: today I am coming out of the podcast closet, revealing my secret identity to all who find this; I am, for better or worse, the Scarborough Dude, and proud of it! These podcasts are my story; besides the therapeutic value of releasing pent up emotions week after week, especially with regards to the tragic state of the world, I reveal my inner being, bare my soul to the digital world. Now you may ask what’s the big deal about having a podcast as a hobby? I agree, of course, this is really not all that special, and in some ways is much like my father’s ham radio hobby, but using today’s technology. It only takes on greater significance in the context of this assignment; the portfolio is meant to help us put our best foot forward, to show what we are capable of as professionals. The DicksnJanes podcast, on the other hand, reveals the rants and raves of a grown man trying to comes to terms with life as it really is, sometimes sublime and sometimes, in the oft repeated words of the Scarborough Dude, just fucking awful! I know for sure that anyone who can get beyond the language and occasional bouts of baseness and vulgarity will find a man who is truly sincere, reflective, caring and at heart a teacher in the noblest sense of the word. For those whose prefer to judge a person by superficial qualities, adherence to politically correct stances and conformity to social niceties, I will conclude with yet another quote from the Scarborough Dude “Go–”
On second thought, better to play it safe: “Have a nice day eh!”

Welcome!

This was going to be the start of a series of informal and informative podcasts discussing creativity with a wide range of artists of all types. But now it's not. Instead this blog will be the new home for stories from my past. That podcast thing about creativity can be found at What Makes You You?. Coming Soon. Maybe. Oops - change of plans!

Okay, take Two! Or Three, Four or Five. The podcast on creativity is on hold for now, but some instead be found at my old leftover bin, 'Having Said That...', starting with Talking To Tim #8. It's all in a state of flux, and that's okay.