Sunday, November 25, 2007

Whinge and Singe

in the Globe and Mail this weekend...

and breaking news: the website redesign is almost finished and it is fine!

Saturday, November 17, 2007

More Advice for the Dressage Queens (and Kings)

Dear Susan,
I went to a very nice barn to enquire about riding lessons and the woman in charge looked me up and down, snorted, and walked away. I feel hurt. I didn't park in any of the Dressage Queen only spots. Why was she so rude?
Dissed by Dressage

Dear Dissed by Dressage,
You must have been at a Snob Barn. There is something about the combination of form-fitting riding pants and tall black boots (or half chaps) that puts people in touch with their diva side. I know my step becomes brisker when I'm in my riding clothes. Some people cannot recognize this phenomenon for what it is --tight pant euphoria--and it begins to affect the way they see themselves and others. A related version of this syndrome can occur with tight jeans and cowboy boots. Add a cowboy hat and it's inevitable. If you are treated badly by someone experiencing tight pant euphoria, I suggest that you not take it personally. The best course of action is to get your own tight breeches or jeans. The added confidence they will provide will allow you to saunter confidently into even the snobbiest of barns.

Dear Susan,
I have just begun riding dressage. My coach keeps me and my horse on a lunge line and we go around in circles for 45 minutes. This is quite embarrassing. Why won't she let me hold the reins and ride around by myself like everyone else?
Lunge Line Loser

Dear Lunge Line,
Your coach is trying to help you develop what's called "a seat". Now, if you're anything like me, you have no shortage of seat. That's not the kind of seat I mean. A seat in riding refers to your ability to sit in the saddle correctly. It involves developing core strength, balance and flexibility. Getting lunged without reins or stirrups allows you to focus on your seat rather than worry about handling the reins or controlling the direction of your horse. It also allows you to build up impressive pain tolerance, second only to people who enjoy certain types of sadomasochistic rituals. Being lunged will flush out any lingering back or neck issues you might not be aware of. And let's not forget the amazing gains in humility!

If it makes you feel any better, at the Spanish Riding School trainees are lunged for years before they ever take up the reins. Some riders go on "lunge line holidays" on which they are lunged for a week on someone else's horse. Strange but true! Finally, even though it hurts, remember that if your horse decides to have a bucking fit or bolt, at least she's on the end of a lunge line. It hurts less to be thrown in the middle of the ring than into bleachers. I'm just saying.

Good luck!


Dear Susan,
I began riding a month ago and I LOVE IT. I think I'm ready to invest in a nice dressage horse. A man I met at a big show said he knows of just the horse. He took me out behind the washrooms and showed me a video that he just happened to have right there on his laptop. Well, that horse was amazing! It barely touched the ground when it moved and even though he said it only just turned five it is already schooled up to Prix St. Georges. Should I send a deposit or pay the full amount now?
Unlimited Purchasing Power

Dear U.P.P.
Do neither. Let me rephrase that. Don't be a silly ass. Here's the thing. You have been riding for a month. You should get a horse who has all four feet planted firmly on, if not in, the ground. That amazing imported horse from Europe who barely touches the ground is likely to make sure that you spend a LOT of time on the ground, most likely with a face full of dirt. If this horse has been trained to Prix St. Georges and has only just turned five, it's a fair bet that its mind has been blown along with its body. Dressage horses are started late and if they are trained classically, they progress slowly. To push them hard when they are young is like signing up a little kid to run marathons or compete in Iron Man. It borders on abuse. Young horses don't have the musculature to do higher level movements so your fancy horse will probably not be sound. Here's what I think would happen if you bought that horse.

It would come off the trailer at your house and seem fine. That's because of the tranquilizers. As it began to recover after its long trip from Europe, it would begin to appear larger and more intimidating until you had what appeared to be a fire-breathing dragon afflicted with early onset dementia in your paddock. There would be snorting, pacing back and forth, leaping and pawing the ground. Then, as the pain killers began to wear off, there will be limping and stumbling added to this mix. At that point you'd put your new horse in a stall to help it recover. This is when the vices would begin to show themselves. Between the cribbing (sucking air), the wood chewing and the weaving (swaying back and forth), you wouldn't catch on that the horse was biter before it was too late. And since your horse would probably never recover, you would end up the proud owner of the world's most dangerous and expensive lawn ornament.

I encourage you to give the imported horse a pass for the time being. Instead, consider that nice old horse down the road. The one who happily walks, trots and canters and enjoys a good trail ride. Safety first, U.P.P. Don't be a sucker. That's the key to enjoying the sport of dressage.

Dressage Advice Courtesy of Grain of Salt Productions

Sunday, November 11, 2007

For You

on the occasion of my book launch.

If you are unable to join us at the book launch in Vancouver, I give you this absolutely amazing dressage freestyle ridden by Andrea Helgstrand on the breathtaking Blue Hors Matine. It's so wonderful to hear the announcers starting to lose it and to see Helgstrand's team members crying. I know I always shed a tear or two at the end when he throws his arms around Matine.

Thanks Cousin Tim for sending that along. That is the ride I envision Alex (see book) having in a few years time!

Friday, November 09, 2007

Sunny Days...

Are a distant memory, but that doesn't mean the good times are gone.

Oh yes, I probably should have been a lyricist for The Four Blonde Boys, a Lou Wasserman creation.

Anyway, I've been traveling a lot and writing quite a bit as well. In the meantime, there have been some nice reports about Cowboy. To my extreme excitement, it got a starred review in Kirkus.

"Readers of Juby’s Alice McLeod series will find similar pitch-perfect comedic voices as well as sensitive, subtle treatment of teen struggles with identity and friendship. Spoiled, ditzy Cleo provides hilarious first-person narration, unwittingly throwing lopsided punch lines that draw consistent laughs. Her dizziness keeps the novel buoyant and leavens Alex’s world of palpable tension. Juby delivers his earnest struggle to maintain a double life through a third-person narrator, cleverly conveying the distance between Alex’s inner feelings and his outward expressions... Teens will happily embrace this refreshingly holistic gay teen character, built on cute quirks, humor and pathos rather than farce and flamboyance."

More nice words can be found on Teens Read Too and Mad Jenny Flint's excellent book blog.

Don't forget we have to celebrate all this positivity with cupcakes and various forms of frivolity at the Book Warehouse on Davie Street in Vancouver this Sunday. See below for more details.

And now I must go outside, into the pouring rain to help the pest guy help drive the flock of flickers from the vents in our house. I kid you not. The flickers have moved in en masse. There are bits of insulation cascading down the sides of our house and flickers peering out of every vent. Apparently, flickers are the laziest variety of woodpecker and so they focus on nesting in rotted trees and, in our case, vents protected with only delicate plastic mesh. As a bird lover, I'm all about encouraging our avian brethren and supporting them in their lifestyle. But that doesn't mean I want them putting their cooties into our walls.

Goodbye for now.