Saturday, March 07, 2009

Shopping With King Arthur

Norfolk's a lovely place, as my long-time Blogville neighbours will know from many a picturesque Dive photopost.

It is also home to some splendid people.
World's sexiest man Stephen Fry is a local lad, Bill Bryson lives just across the river from me and today - after our usual breakfast in the city, Phil and I bumped into another local denizen in the basement of the cheapo discount bookshop off Norwich market.

So who should we find buying a book of tales from King Arthur for £1.99 (reduced from £5.00), but the man who himself staged a musical version of King Arthur … er … on ice, back in the glorious days of prog rock, when bands vied to be the world's silliest and this man was unquestionably the silliest of them all.

There in the bookshop was Rick Wakeman, disguised as … er … Rick Wakeman.
I think he was even wearing the same jacket he wore on the HIGNFY clip (third one down, where he explains just why King Arthur was performed on ice).

He was remarkably happy to be collared by a couple of fanboys and chatted away as we queued together and he signed our copies of "Grumpy Old Men" (another TV show he stars in where a bunch of grumpy old men sit around and complain about young people … not like me at all) which I spotted in the bargain bin at £2.99 each.
Yay!
Hoorah for Phil for always carrying a pen around with him.
And many a hoorah for the lovely, chatty, sociable grumpy old man Mister Rick Wakeman; the man who played that beautiful piano on Bowie's Life On Mars, who was my hero in the heyday of prog with Yes and who is now officially a national treasure.

Ah … the hair, the cloaks, the bombastic pomposity, the sheer, unashamed silliness of it all.
Sigh …
Enjoy these nostalgia-fests, fellow wrinkly prog fans.


"Six Wives", with Yes …


King Arthur on … er … Ice …


HIGNFY …


And many thanks to Lynn for this one … Rick on "Grumpy Old Men".

Yay!

Eleven And A Half Hours On A Train

So if anyone is wondering where I was yesterday, I was kidnapped by my train company.
It sook me five and a half hours to get to work and six hours to get home again.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck commuting!

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Antidote

Maria's comment on the last post about God as a black woman reminded me of a lovely cartoon I have up on my bathroom wall to remind me to put things in perspective each morning.

I've posted it before, a long time ago but I make no apology for posting it again here as an antidote to all the crap in the previous two days' posts.



And to cheer you up still more, here's a lovely song from Crowded House: "There Goes God."
I love the lines:

"Cos I'd like to believe,
That there is a God,
Why sinful angels,
Suffer for love.
I'd like to believe
In the terrible truth,
In the beautiful lie …"

and …

"Hey!
Don't look now, but there goes God,
In His sexy pants and his sausage dog,
And He can't stand Beelzebub,
'Cos he looks so good in black …"

Yay!

Holy Crap (Yet Again)

So anyhoo …
This is carrying on from yesterday, so the easily bored amongst you can skip the whole damned thing and go do something useful like trash your TVs and put up bookshelves instead.
I mean it.
Go do that.
Now!

In yesterday's post and comments discussion we discovered that England - especially my own part of the country - is indeed a Godless place, and we wondered why and came to a few conclusions.

As Robyn and Shan have been making it abundantly clear to me for years now and as Mme B. pointed out yesterday, we Godless Heathens of Norfolk are kind of bucking the trend.
In the US (or at least the middle bits) and other places across the globe there has been a surge in religious fervour, most notably in Christian, Muslim and Hindu communities.

While some rejoice in this as a resurgence of faith I am saddened as it seems that the new fervour is of a fundamentalist nature, and as such is a form of religious extremism that regards itself as the sole arbiter of TRUTH and all others as WRONG!

This is not what Christ taught us.

Not that I am against fundamentalist thought; indeed I consider it necessary to the growth of any ideology, but like any other form of extremism it should be there to drive ideas and NEVER to dictate to people.

I've written about this before - at tedious length - and here's a little recap (a response to a Christian friend blaming a terrorist attack on Islam) which I consider needs reading again by anyone who welcomes the rise in evangelical Christianity, radical Islam or Hindu nationalism:

"I believe in the necessity of extremism.
Let me clarify that a little.
In politics - as in art and music and indeed religion - everything worthwhile and interesting happens out on the edges.
It takes a while before the sharp edges get worn down and bits begin to spiral down toward the plughole in the middle.
Left.
Right.
It matters not a jot.
It is the radical ideas that drive politics, religion and society forward.
Those ideas in the raw would scare the crap out of the general electorate / congregation / population but they get dulled and denuded over time and eventually reach close enough to the centre to become policy.

First off: Left and right.
I'm a Marxist. Lifelong and committed.
If you want to pigeonhole me, I'm just a smidgeon to the left of Anarcho-Syndicalism.
That's about as far left as you can get without falling off the edge.

But …
I often find myself agreeing with the extreme right and would far rather sit and talk politics over a few beers on my Republican friend Prudence's patio than listen to one word of wishy-washy, beige, insipid, compromised tosh from the muddy pit of ignorance that is "the centre".
Give me a radical rightist over a "liberal" any day.

Now …
Islam.

You all know by now that I will accept criticism of Islam.
But only from someone who has read and understood the Qur'an (preferably in Tarif Khalidi's utterly beautiful new translation) and the Life of The Prophet and has learned about Islamic prayer, visited mosques and discussed Islam with Muslims.
I have said this so many times, people:
Study the source material. Do NOT simply listen to what somebody says about it (including me). They will have applied their own spin/agenda to their comments.
Read the source material and make up your own damn minds. It's what your brain is there for.

I will NOT allow criticism of a certain colour by a blind person.

Islam means Surrender To God's Will.
The same God of Abraham that is worshipped by Jewish and Christian communities.

Islam is a tolerant religion.
"There is no compulsion in religion" states The Prophet in Sura 2 of The Qur'an.

Islamic prayer (as opposed to "greedy" Christian prayer that actually presumes to ask God for favours - a sickeningly arrogant act that I've never understood and a stale, stinky hangover from the days of the sale of indulgences … stop it, people!) is simply praise and thanks to God for His creation.

Here we return to extremism.
As I have said, I believe in the necessity of extremism.
However … and this is a big however …
We extremists should never, EVER be allowed to assume power.

A single, extreme ideology in power gave us Hitler, Stalin, Mao, and gives us General Tanh Shwe, the Taleban, Robert Mugabe, the Janjouid in Darfur and the Lord's Resistance Army in The Congo.

I equate any extremist religious group (and yes I'm afraid, Shan, that includes American Christian fundamentalists) as necessary but potentially dangerous.
Islamic extremists (a tiny minority) have gained control in some parts of the world with disastrous consequences.
I dread the rise in power of US Christian fundamentalism (what I have termed the American "Christian Taleban") as I see its growing influence on government eroding individual freedoms at an alarming rate in the same way that the Taleban did in Afghanistan when they were still a minor group of religious scholars.

In conclusion, what we need is BALANCE, not COMPROMISE.
Unfortunately we all too often get a fudged compromise on important issues.

The idea of a balance between Prudence's Republican ideals and my own Socialist ones stimulates me far more than the political mush of centrist compromise that is our de facto western political system.

A balance between the three major Abrahamic monotheistic religions is desperately needed in the world right now.
Please do not let what should be informed debate degenerate into mere petty mudslinging.

A balance of extremes is far healthier than a compromise.
A compromise will never solve the issues and will leave those on the edges embittered.
This seems to be where we are at this moment of the world."

So anyhoo … This rise in religious fervour that seems to be gripping every part of the planet except the bit where I live seems to me to be a dangerously divisive development, especially given the warlike tendencies of those three religions, currently happily killing one another all across the Middle East and through Pakistan into India.
Add militant Judaism into the mix (and a reminder to the Israeli government that your nation is founded on laws that include prominently the instruction :Thou Shalt Not Kill) and it's little wonder that the planet appears to be heading straight to Hell on a handcart.

Evangelical Christianity, Radical Islam, Hardline Judaism and Hindu Nationalism are necessary parts of those religions but should never be allowed to become the major voice in them.
Which is what appears to be happening today.
The lunatics are taking over the asylum.

I'm just glad I'll be dead soon.
If there's an afterlife I'm going to be so fucking angry!

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Aww Crap! Who Let Him Out (Again)?

Hokay …
Lynn: you can stop reading now because you'll only doze off otherwise.
Anyone else who doesn't like the long, ranty, boring, Godbothering posts can go do something more interesting.
The rest of you (the two or three who actually miss "Dive" and of course, Shan, who will once again be very disappointed in me) can put the kettle on and settle in with a coffee.

He's back, and he's rambling incoherently and offensively and doesn't give a flying fuck.

I don't know if any of you can remember but just before christmas Dive got ticked off by an "official statistic" about Godbotherers:
Here's a recap:

"I just checked the stats for the UK; a frankly unbelievable 71.8% of Brits profess to being "Christian", with only 15.1% giving "none" for their religion.
I wonder how many of the people who fill in "Christian" actually gave a thought to celebrating the birth of Christ on Christmas morning; I wonder how many of them got off their fat asses and went to church instead of sat around opening presents and teaching their children greed and ingratitude.

I'm not talking about the Yanks here; some of them actually DO go to church; I'm talking about the millions of Brits who profess themselves "Christian" in the census but for whom that is the end of the matter.
They go to church for weddings and funerals and vaguely believe in some sort of "spiritual God thing", but that's the extent of their commitment.

Their sole purpose seems to be to make the statistics look like we are a nation of fervent believers and regular churchgoers when in fact Sunday in this country is a day for lazing around in front of the TV and most of our professed "Christians" are no more Christian than I am.
Probably considerably less as at least I still read The Bible and try to make sense of it all; the closest to Jesus most people around here get is watching the fucking da Vinci code.

I've been down to my local church on several occasions; the big festivals where you'd expect the place to be packed out.
The most I've ever seen in there is around twenty people and all of those were elderly.
Which for a church that has a catchment area of over five thousand people gives a much clearer indication of the nation's spirituality than the official statistics …"

So … In my parish, a little under half of one percent of the population actually go to church, and most of those are little old ladies who go for a sleep during the sermon, then a nice singalong and the free tea and biscuits afterwards where they can gossip about TV and their latest operations with their biddy buddies, rather than to discuss theology.

I did a little test: I found Marion (who actually does go to church) in the queue at the village post office a couple of weeks back and as we got chatting I threw out a few Bible subjects at her.
She had no idea what I was talking about …

I started with Isaiah - which, for any Brits reading this is basically the ranty threats and imprecations of a bloke moaning to his mates about the way Jerusalem was being run two and a half thousand years ago - but which today's US evangelists somehow interpret as prophesying with alarming accuracy events such as a Democratic President heralding The End Of The World … or indeed anything else that they don't like (or that smacks of reality - something which scares the shit out of them) heralding The End Of The World …
… to which Marion replied "Ooh, it's been so long since I read any of that I wouldn't know what it said any more."

Similarly, Daniel elicited some memories from Sunday School (back in the 1920s) about the lion's den but nothing else at all.

Turns out that Marion - one of our more devout Christians - knows a couple of phrases from the sermon on the mount but the rest of the Bible is a closed book to her, far less important than the events on TV's "Strictly Come Dancing" … "Ooh, the dresses are so beautiful! You should see them!"

She goes to church because it gets her out of the house on a Sunday and she can have a nice natter.

Anyhoo … I won't spend today knocking the evangelists (much) as they're more than welcome to put whatever spin they want on those old stories as long as they don't try to push that crap on me.

No … today I am happy to announce a survey that actually seems to coincide with reality a little more than the official Christianity figures.

Here you go: check this out: http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/mar/02/

Turns out that four out of five Britons repudiate creationism (and most of those who actually profess to believe in that stuff are Irish and Welsh, so for England the figure is even higher).
"The survey suggests there is a widespread lack of religious sentiment across Britain … 89% dismiss intelligent design and 83% reject creationism as plausible explanations for the existence of human life."

And even better: "The East of England may be the most Godless region in the UK …"
Woohoo!
The most Godless region of a Godless country.
It's so nice to get official recognition at last.

Reading a little further into the article, however, I discover something else about this country:
The survey (to mark Darwin's 200th birthday) found that:

- five percent of UK adults think Darwin wrote Hawking's "A Brief History of Time";

- three percent of adults think he wrote Dawkins' "The God Delusion";

- and one percent (that's actually over TWENTY of the 2,060 canvassed; extrapolate that for the country as a whole and it's scary) think he wrote "The Naked Chef".

I've come to the conclusion that a tiny percentage of the population of England can truthfully be called Christian (those who believe without thinking, as I once did before I lost my faith/started using my brain - delete where applicable) and around four-fifths of us are rational people who actually use our brains and are not truly Christian.

But there are still millions of people out there who are too dumb to even think about anything at all.
They sit, drooling in front of their stupid fucking TV sets with their brains leaking out of their ears, stuffing junk food and becoming dumber by the day.

These are the people who come in to the office in the morning and start conversations with those awful, soul-destroying words: "Did you see …"
They are the lumpenproletariat; the "Duh" generation; the Daily Mail and Sun readers (in the US they'd watch Fox News); people who take no interest whatsoever in the world about them.
They breed in alarming numbers.
They TXT rather than write; grunt rather than speak; the only book they've ever read is the first Harry Potter, though most of them didn't get through it but just watched the movie instead.
They tick "Christian" in the surveys because if they don't someone might think they're Muslim.

If we don't start culling those fuckers they will be our future!

Anyhoo … disregarding The Dumb, we are indeed a nation who has lost our faith, big time.

Several theories have been put forward over the past few decades as to why Europe - and England in particular - is so "Godless" (though I prefer to wonder why the middle bits of the US are so obsessed with pretending to be prehistoric Hebrews); the successive traumas of the two World Wars being the most common and I am sure that has had some effect; forcing the survivors to question the existence of any God.

Christians in the US find that hard to understand but then their country came late to both conflicts and didn't arrive until years of slaughter had reduced both sides to depopulated, exhausted and brutalised wrecks who had fought to a standstill and then dropped, only for the bright, shiny GIs to mop up what was left and wonder what we were all so depressed about (hokay, I know that's oversimplification and cannot praise or thank the American service personnel enough for the glorious sacrifices they made, but basically, for the average US citizen who wasn't being bombed to shit every day and starving, the war in Europe was a long way away).

Our cities bombed to rubble and whole generations dead, damaged or traumatised; followed by decades of austerity and depression as paying back US war loans bankrupted us (ironically, the US used our money to rebuild German and Japanese economies while we struggled, managing to pay off the last loan in 1980 and are subsequently left a third rate country … thanks, guys! We love the GIs, but that still kinda rankles).

No … My own theory as to why we are a Godless nation is that - as the statistics show - four out of five of us have better things to do.
Now that we no longer need to wonder where rainbows came from or why the sun comes up and goes down we don't need to invent a God to explain that shit.
We are smart enough to look at Christianity and say "No, thanks".

Take the Bible:

Sure; as a very one-sided and biased history of the Hebrew tribes living in a small part of the Middle East two and a half thousand years ago, the Old Testament is sporadically entertaining and occasionally hilarious.

Sure; as rules for living in a nomadic desert tribe, some of the Laws make sense, though most of them would be deemed utterly barbaric in any form of society other than neolithic desert tribal warfare.

Sure; the "prophets" are a great read, especially out loud when a bunch of you are drunk … they are so fucking unhinged as to be some of the funniest things ever written but they read like drug-addled ravings of madmen and should be taken as such.
Just because some village idiot claimed he saw a vision of a goat with three heads does not mean that two and a half thousand years later some imbecile fundamentalist can pick and choose something he doesn't like that has the number three in it and start screaming about The End Of The World (though that doesn't appear to stop them).

Sure; the Hebrews' "My God is bigger than your God and is gonna stomp all over him" idea was a fun thing to yell in a fight, but the Hebrew God is theirs; they made Him up and they (not you, modern Christians) are His chosen people.
Besides, there IS no God unless you're too dumb, frightened or insecure to be able to cope with reality and need to make up an invisible friend to help you.

To read the Old Testament as anything other than an historical document about bickering tribespeople is truly insane.

As for the New Testament:
Sure; trying to apply Jesus' teachings to the way you live your life is a good idea; I try to do it myself.
Above all he taught compassion, which nobody can really argue is a bad thing.

But the main message I take from the Bible (and which is actually much older than the Bible itself) is the common sense and totally fucking obvious rule:
Don't do anything to anyone else that you wouldn't be happy for them to do to you.

Stick to that and you won't go far wrong.
You don't have to be a Christian to do it. Or a Muslim, Jew, Hindu, Buddhist, Zoroastrian, Moonie or Scientologist.
You can be Godless, like me, and still try to live a good life.

There's no God really, and no afterlife either so don't worry about it.

Monday, March 02, 2009

No Post Today

Sheesh!
I can't blog at work any more and tonight the trains were so crappy (those that weren't cancelled like mine was) that I am only just home and now off to bed with no bloody dinner, ready to get up again in the middle of the night and go back and do it again.
Sigh …

Sunday, March 01, 2009

The Art Of Poor Photography

A couple of days back, Katie posted a cool little Messerschmitt bubble car from the sixties that we'd found in a Cold War exhibition last year.

I was sure I'd photographed those little fellas tearing round Goodwood motor racing circuit in a very wobbly and unsafe manner.
A delve into my photo files produced these:

This was probably the slowest race I've ever seen at Goodwood, yet I still managed to get it blurred through crap panning technique.

And this one was even worse … a pity because the little cars are hilarious on a racetrack.

That got me thinking … and a further rummage in the archives confirmed my suspicion that I am in fact a totally crap photographer.

For every successful shot I take of rally cars …

There is a mistimed crap shot.

For every successful panning shot …

There is a crap panning shot.

It's not just going right to left …

I'm crap at panning the other way, too.

For every successful grandstand shot …

There is a crap grandstand shot …

… or two.

For every stunning sunset …

There is a crap photo of a blurry piece of sky.

When I get it right, the result can be wonderful.

Woohoo!

But … er …

Let's face it …

I'm crap! But I could make a good living producing desktop patterns for Apple.

Friday, February 27, 2009

わたし口でするのが上手いのよ

Yay!
Back at Japanese classes last night after half term.
I love my Japanese class.
Cute as Mayuko-sensei is, however, I feel that maybe she might expand her teaching technique in a new direction.

Next week I think I might show her this …

A while back, oddball Japanese TV show (is there any other kind?) "Vermilion Pleasure Night" aired a series called "ワンポイント英会話" (One Point English Lesson); a totally glorious piss-take of language learning shows featuring a beautiful geisha teaching English phrases to her Japanese boyfriend Toshi.

Except that the phrases she teaches are … er … not the kind of things you want your mother to hear.



This is one of the milder ones (and my personal favourite due to the added grammar lesson), but if you want to see just how outrageously filthy our potty-mouthed geisha can get, pop on over to JapanSugoi (awesome Japan) and watch all six episodes.

Just DON'T DO IT AT WORK or indeed in front of anyone of a delicate nature.

Now "listen and repeat …"

Thursday, February 26, 2009

The Smirking Gnome.

Great merciful Heavens! What a shiny red acorn that is!
You know the drill: Click on his … er … acorn to make it bigger. You really must, if only to see the expression on the squirrel's face.

We found this little fellow lurking in the woods at one of our schools and simply had to liberate him.
His … er … squirrel had broken off so we taped it up, meaning to have him repaired.
That was many, many years ago.

He has remained our departmental mascot ever since.
He moves around from desk to desk at night and you never know when you'll come in one morning to find him sitting on your chair.

He has never had a name.
We just love his evil eyes, his dirty smirk, his shiny, red … acorn in his furtive grip.
And that poor squirrel!
Where has he put his other hand to make it look that startled?
And what exactly is it holding in its little paws?

Anyhoo … What kind of fool would want to train a squirrel to give blow jobs? With those teeth, surely that's a risk too far!
Even hand jobs with those nasty little claws …
Brr …

Do you guys have an office mascot?
Is it as creepy as ours?

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Very Moving

Sheesh!
Moving offices sucks. Even though we were just moving to another floor in the same building it's been chaos (hence the blog break).

This is our new room. Much bigger than the old one but kind of echoey so when it's quiet it seems REALLY quiet and everyone just grins at one another and starts whispering and giggling.

I was supposed to have the first desk on the left with CB on my right but it was too exposed so I'm now in the third desk down and Chris the second. Nobody wants the end two desks so we've given them to the surveyors to hot-desk.

Here's our Genevieve (who some of you might recognise from Christmas drunk-time).
Gen's American so she is always getting overexcited about everything. She loved moving; it made her jump up and down and squeal a lot.

That's one of our little informal meeting areas along the corridor.
For once the architects' department has a whole floor to ourselves! Yay!

A nice new kitchen to mess up.
Note the fire door (which should always be closed) propped open with a fire extinguisher. Luckily the Fire Officer gives us notice of when he's coming round to inspect so we have time to run around and close all the fire doors that we usually leave propped open.

Pauline, Melissa and Little Amanda (as opposed to Big Amanda who you all know and love) watch the rest of us work.
Pauline sits across from me on my right. She's Queen Bee; second in command after CB.
We share the same surname and occasionally have to put up in a hotel together when visiting one of our more remote schools.
We book two single rooms and then turn up together at reception and announce "Mr.and Mrs. 'X' … Two rooms; we're having an argument."
Well it always makes us giggle.

This is where Old Dive will be checking your blogs and emails from now on.
Not until lunchtime though, as my boss now sits just off camera to my right and can see my monitor, dammit!
It's a more heirarchical set-up in the new office so the kids are all down at the far end (you can just make out Amanda's head way in the distance behind Tim's shoulder) and my life will be a lot more peaceful.
When kids actually have to get up off their asses and walk a few paces to ask a question you'd be amazed how many fewer questions they actually ask.
It's great! It filters out all of the dumb questions - well most of 'em, anyway.

Anyhoo … We moved in and the first day the aircon broke, leaving the rest of the building stifling and our new floor freezing, so now - while I am happily working from home - there are men on ladders everywhere, taking the ceiling to pieces and scratching their heads. Hopefully it will be sorted by the time I get back there on Friday.

So that's what I've been doing. How about you?