The shades of night are lifting

Today’s music isn’t Advent, or Christmas-related, but it is seasonal.

I probably first heard “Song for a Winter’s Night” soon after it came out on Gordon Lightfoot’s The Way I Feel album. He apparently wrote it while in Cleveland in the summer, so I suppose it was antidote to everything around him.

Lightfoot’s was the definitive recording for me for a long time, but I’ve recently taken a shine to Sarah MacLachlan’s cover. It somehow seems more hushed and filled with snow. They’re both Canadians, so they know their winter’s.

I’ll give you both and let you choose your preference.

Hair, hands and diapers

Let’s head over to the old world for today’s Advent music. Specifically, Spain, for “Los peces en el río.”

There’s not a whole lot of substance in this one—just the fairly banal activity of Mary washing and combing her hair,washing her hands and laundering diapers. And the fish. 

To tell you the truth, I’m a skosh vague about the connection between the Nativity and Mary washing her hair by the river; rivers don't appear to figure large in Nativity stories. But I’m willing to go with it. Woman's gotta do the needful, after all. And why shouldn’t fishes be excited about the birth of the Savior? The Good News isn't just for mammals, is it?

There’s no peg on when this was written or by whom, but it became popular in the second half of the 20^th Century. Here we’ve got the Mexican trio Pandora singing it.

I gave him my manger

Dogs and cats have been in the news recently. Last year, local residents in Yakutia, Siberia, found a puppy frozen in permafrost. Various tests since the discovery have revealed that the doggo was male and around two months old at death. And he’s spent 18,000 years in that frost.

Scientists are continuing to examine and run tests on the pup they named Dogor (“friend” in the Siberian language); he may be a bridge between wolves and dogs. And he’s such a good boy, yes, he is.

Also recently reported, scientists have spent a lot of research on determining what cat owners pretty much already knew: you can’t tell what a cat is feeling merely by looking at its face. (We actually get cues from sounds and body language. And whether the cat in question has puffed up like a fugu.)

So let’s have a seasonal piece about animals, shall we? I couldn’t find anything specifically about dogs or cats, although there were plenty of dogs and cats “singing” Christmas songs on YouTube. But animals featured in the Nativity, and “The Friendly Beasts” is about them. The carol itself dates back to the 12^th Century and is from France. The English lyrics were written in the 1920s.

Here’s a choir from Salt Lake City singing it.

P.S. I learned yesterday that in Iceland there’s a giant feline called the Christmas Cat. If you’re a naughty child, the Yule Cat eats you. End of.

Gratitude Monday: getting around

As I mentioned Friday, I had Thanksgiving dinner with friends I hadn’t seen since 1994. They’ve been taking a lot of cruises since I knew them, and I asked how that started up, because they weren’t big travelers back then. (Of course, their children have grown to adulthood in the past 25 years, and they retired almost two years ago. But this was still a notable change.)

Well, it seems that they started with Tae Kwon Do lessons, bought at a silent auction for two of their kids. Robert and Marlene then started taking lessons, too, and they all ended up with black belts. But they also took a trip to Seoul (as you do), and that was the first chink in the wall. Then they took dancing lessons, and the dance studio organizes trips, many of which are on cruises…

So my friends have cruised multiple times to the Caribbean (including to Havana), the Med, Italy in particular, and one mega-cruise, from Barcelona (I think) to Singapore. Their next cruise is trans-Atlantic, to Ireland, England, France and the Netherlands.

Now, I am in no way attracted to getting on a boat and leaving shore for any reason other than that a volcano is erupting and the city is about to be engulfed by pyroclastic cloud or lava. But, you know, just going through Suez would be extra primo good.

It was absolutely magical and inspiring to listen to their tales of exploration. I’m super grateful for reconnecting with Robert and Marlene, and in their honor today, we’re having “I Saw Three Ships” for our Advent piece.

This English carol dates back to at least the 17^th Century. No one really knows what’s up with the ships—the nearest body of water to Bethlehem is 20 miles away, and it’s the Dead Sea. But carol writers aren’t geographers, so we might need to go metaphorical on this one. Three, of course, is significant; the Trinity, the Magi. Maybe the ships are the camels—ships of the desert—that brought the wise men. Or perhaps they’re the coffers that held the gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. Whatever.

It’s best not to overanalyze these things.

I’ve always thought of “I Saw Three Ships” as being something you put the kids to singing so they’ll stay out of your hair. I mean, the lyrics aren’t deep metaphysical explorations of the Christ story. Most of the lines get repeated, and you could keep the young ‘uns going for hours just by popping in a new first line and having them respond, “On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day” till the cows come home. “Where is Waldo hiding now?” Or “Howdy Doody wet his pants.” Or “Mommy needs a cocktail, kids.” It works.

Okay, enough frivolity.

Haha, just kidding. Here’s Sting, at Durham Cathedral, giving us “I Saw Three Ships”.

Cruise on, Robert and Marlene. Cruise on.

Lord, we greet thee

Well, here we are: fourth Sunday before Christmas, so it must be Advent. Time for seasonal music as we prepare for the celebration of Christ’s birth.

It’s hard for non-Christians (and ever for a lot of self-proclaimed Christians; looking at you, evangelicals) sometimes to understand that Advent is meant to be a quiet period of reflection and contemplation, not a frenzy of mandatory jollity, festive frivolities and conspicuous consumption.

Yeah, good luck with that—we’re swimming against the tide here. But every year I do my best to pull back some, slow down (ha!) and try to consider quietude as an option.

This, of course, does not include music, so let’s strap in and get ready for 25 days of Christmas and other seasonal music. (You know I’m Catholic, not parochial.)

Usually I start out with the über Advent carol, “Veni, Veni, Emmanuel”, but not this year. Today I’m going with something you usually find later in the season (like, Christmas Eve), “O Come, All Ye Faithful”. You can see why it's not generally sung in the first days of the season; it urges the faithful to come joyfully and triumphantly to Bethlehem. Joy comes later in the cycle.

One of the later verses starts out, "God of God, light of light", and that just fills my heart. Light of light—that's precisely what we need in these dark times. So I'm in.

This version is a little, uh, showy—suitable, no doubt for the former music director of the local Episcopal church, who used to showcase the vocal stylings of his wife at every opportunity. Voctave is an acapella jazz/pop/show tune ensemble. Not normally my cup of Darjeeling, but I’m kinda fascinated by their unaltering smiles as they sing.

Now you can be, too.

(That’s not very Adventy of me, is it? Okay, I shall try harder in future. I have 24 days to reform.)

At the root

I spent five hours with friends yesterday over Thanksgiving dinner. I hadn’t seen them since 1994, when I left the healthcare company to go to work in telecoms, and, you know, we lost touch. Robert connected with me on Facebook about six years ago; then our comms moved to Twitter. Out of the blue last August, he DM’d to ask if I’d come over for Thanksgiving, and it was great to catch up with what he and Marlene have been doing (remodeling the house and taking cruises).

Anyway, between doing some much needed tidying around here and the long schmooze, here’s my post-Thanksgiving post: a photo of some therapeutic ginger roots I saw at the supermarket a while ago. I just liked the way they look.

Gratitude overload

Well it’s the big day of gratitude, so let me pull up my big girl pantalettes and get to it.

This year, I’m devoting my Thanksgiving post to people, starting with my colleagues. I swear I have never come across such a group of people who are so collegial, generous, well-mannered, respectful and funny. I’ve told you about MG, who regularly passes on large swathes of her encyclopedic organizational and product knowledge so I can look good in meetings. But there are so many others.

I kinda get why JH, my manager, thought I’d be a good fit; our personalities are somewhat similar. But that JN, the VP, recognized my outlier status and yet still considered me the top candidate just leaves me gobsmacked. JN is not a cracker of jokes or a silly-thinker; he’s quiet, reserved and focused. Some day I’ll have to ask what our initial phone conversation sounded like from his end, because it’s just amazing to me that we could be so different and yet he’d want to carry on to hiring me. He regularly stops by my desk to ask how it’s going, answer questions, give encouragement; imagine that.

Ditto SJ, the SVP. She knows the names and faces of everyone in the business unit. All 400+ of them. She actively cares about our welfare—and also about running a very successful operation. I do not want to ever get on this woman’s bad side, but I love working for her. She is a leader.

My manager, JH, is responsive, patient, quick-witted and massively supportive. He also has good taste in whiskey and takes an excessive amount of ribbing from his team. He made sure that we all set up our quarterly goals in such a way that our incentive pay will not be affected—meaning, our goals are specific, measurable and achievable, but not aspirational. Also, there’s the whiskey discussion…

The entire management structure, BTW, is adamant that people take PTO, and they emphasize the TO part—you’re not meant to be checking or replying to emails while you’re on holiday. First time ever that an organization I work for has made a point of this.  

My colleagues are equally invested in our mutual success. TK, who’s handing off the big application that’s been throwing wobblies for the past couple of weeks, is one of the fastest talkers outside the old FedEx commercials. He’s made a point of telling people I’m the lead, but reminding me privately that he’s got my back. AK, with whom I’m working on a research project, is very deliberate, but damn, the boy can throw a punchline like Ali throws a punch.

Example: We all were on a team conference call. JH was getting some notifications on his mobile phone and they wouldn’t go away. He said something about not being able to swipe them gone and AK instantaneously intoned “Now, JH, I think we’ve all been on Tinder…” I like to wet myself.

I’m learning a lot from DB, whose CS background makes her hugely literate in the technical aspects of our products. She’s not many years out of university, yet she’s confident and poised managing calls with engineers and other stakeholders.

Beyond my immediate team, AS has walked me patiently through a lot of intel stuff; I wanted to hug him when I got an email wherein he used the comma of direct address. PA, in our Amsterdam office, introduced himself to me on a Teams chat when he let me know I hadn’t muted my mic. Since then, he and his colleague NS, have been leading the design/development charge on Brioche. I do not have the words to tell you how kind they are. Ditto EB, the engineering manager; this guy investigates problems in near-real time. He explains things patiently and I am honored to be able to provision internal users to my application if it takes some of the load off of him.

And here’s the thing—kindness in this org is not specific to me; everyone is kind to everyone else. I don’t know when I’ve heard so many thank yous—in emails, in meetings, in chats. People respect one another and appreciation flows like the Mississippi. It’s amazing. Even the very steamed SE guy was not mean when he ranted.

Moving out from work, all the people who helped and encouraged me in my hunt—lordy, too many to mention here, but I’ve posted about them. A lot of leads; a lot of support. Special shout-outs to CN, who instilled in me the #playingtowin mentality; BH, who reminded me “It’s not too late if you can still get up”; JD, who regularly goads me by asking, "What are you doing to have fun?"; and CA, who has seen me through so much, and who shot my badge photo for me. Also, my Twitter bros RF, who made the initial connections for the internal employee referral, and MW, who coached me through distilling what I want to do, advised me on salary negotiation and wrote the emails that got the hiring process started.

This list is so extraordinarily long; I have been blessed in this journey.

Beyond my immediate acquaintance, however, I’m grateful for all the people who work through holidays, in particular the guy who delivers the newspaper and the trash collectors; those guys are like Swiss watches. The woman who cleans the restrooms in my work building. She does a great job. Busboys at restaurants, who keep my water glass topped up. The barista who starts my decaf latte when I walk into the coffee shop. The landscapers who mow the grass, clean the gutters, blow and vacuum the leaves, and plow the snow. All these people doing their jobs professionally and often invisibly, making my life easier.

And finally—here’s to the public servants who also take their jobs seriously; judges, agency administrators, ambassadors. Right now they are the only things standing between democracy and the autocratic abyss into which Republicans would like to shove us all. May they be surrounded by the kinds of people I am, may they (as do I) draw strength and confidence from them, and may their integrity withstand the onslaughts coming from the right.

Happy Thanksgiving. Peace out.

Meat and two veg

As long as we’re talking about food this week, here’s something that may amuse you:

Safe travels to all. And may your racist uncle be unable to attend your Thanksgiving dinner due to gastritis brought on by a surfeit of bile.

Tales from the garden

As we’re thinking about food this week (in the US, at least), here are some interesting heirloom tomatoes I saw in the local Sprouts market:

These tomatoes look like they’ve got some stories to tell.

Gratitude Monday: Making a difference

As I discovered last week when the access permissions went belly up, the application I manage is heavily used and highly valued. We did a batch upload of about 700 users in the build we released on Thursday, but I still took my laptop home on Friday in case there were any issues.

And yesterday I checked my Teams chats on my mobile, and there was someone in Europe who said he and at least one of our consultants still had the hands-off permissions we give to sales. And the consultant had a critical demo today, and he really needed access. The first chat post had come in at 0537 EST, but I didn’t pick it up until about 0830.

Well, I fired up my work laptop (you can’t access company systems unless you’re on the VPN, and only company devices can get on the VPN), provisioned the support guy who’d hooked me in on Teams chat and his consulting colleague. So that was good.

I was worried, though—we have about 500 consultants, and the reason we’d done the batch upload on Thursday was that I did not fancy going one-by-one through the names and changing permissions, as I’d done for about 300 people through the week. I was afraid that all 500 consultants somehow didn’t get uploaded. I asked the support guy to check on a few random names to see if they were provisioned, and thank God they were. I’ll still have to check what’s going on when I get into work today, but that’s today’s problem.

Anyway—today I’m grateful that I’m the one who can help my colleagues out in the field, giving them access to a critical tool; that I took my laptop home on Friday; that I checked my mobile for alerts; and that I fixed the issue in time for my European colleague to do the job this morning his time. The work he and his mates do makes a real difference to the cybersecurity of organizations. My work helps them do that.