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Imagine an International Welfare System

August 31, 2008 · Leave a Comment

I have a dream – I dare to imagine a world not unlike that described by John Lennon. I imagine an international welfare system, providing the basic needs of life, to all, free of charge, as a right.

I look to the creation of the British Welfare State in 1945, following the Beverage report of 1942. The subsequent National Insurance Act and National Health Service Act.

This was created to tackle the horrors of late Victorian Britain and has been under attack ever since by those opposed to any form of social cooperation, or socialism. The most sustained attack came in the 1980’s when the right wing government of Thatcher weakened the welfare system, privatised the essentials of human life (for profit) and encouraged corporate provision of basic services (for profit). Privatisation extended well beyond the utilities of water and energy (remember the attack on the coal miners?) to the privatisation of housing. We now call it a housing market – how easily we fall into line?

In 1914 90% of dwellings in Britain were privately rented. In 1993 70% of dwellings were privately ‘owned’ (with debt to banks). Thatcher also attacked the welfare state by limiting children’s access to free school meals and ending free milk. She is also known for the introduction of aerated ice-cream. Yes, bulking ice-cream out with air. That seems to typify her economic policies – create a profit margin, thus a surplus for private gain. Never the provision of quality but instead the creation of winners and losers, capitalists and consumers, with a profit skimmed off.

Those of you who ideologically rally to the right wing call of unregulated market economics think of the time you spend trying to contact your bank by phone, the hours spent listening to recorded messages, the rise in your gas bills, the need to boil your water and the ludicrous mess that is our train ‘network’. Think of your mortgage rising and your blood pressure. Think of houses that will fall down before you do, of equipment that fails before the warranty is up. What about your health? Is this the best we can get? What about the ‘quality’ – the quality of life? I’m not talking of the past but of my dream for the future!

My dream – is to take the principle of the welfare state and apply it globally – to everyone, irrespective of race, religion, age, health, ability to pay or even if they want it or not.

Clean drinking water, basic food, shelter, access to basic healthcare. Clean air too.

This paid for by all of us, the wealthy, through taxation, via international organisations (such as a true United Nations). Not hand outs for doing nothing, not dependency upon benefits and grants but a simple safety net and thus the ability to function as human beings, to work, create and supply.

There are those who say we cannot afford it. These are the same as the Victorian gentlemen (gentle?) who praised work houses, asylums, exploitation of foreign people and resources. The same as those who draped in fine clothes, jewels and fine perfume step over the poor, destitute and depressed begging in the street. The same as those who looked upon people with different skin colour as either slaves or vermin.

We, in this country, have moved on from those dark days of extreme wealth and extreme poverty – largely thanks to Lloyd George and Beverage – yet the threat of slipping back into those times is returning as the beast of corporate greed prowls the globe, cloaked in media beautification and advertising. The gap between rich and poor is widening – not just globally but in our own country. Some think this is good. How sick is that? They’ll have us building famine walls across the land before see us healthy.

We can afford a global human dignity. We can afford an International Welfare System. We can eradicate the gross disparity in living conditions, quality of life, life expectancy, health. Oh yes, we can do this. We will have to change but we can do it. In the past our wealth was extracted from the poorer regions of the Empire on the backs of slaves, serfs and the murdered (to put it bluntly). What is stopping us is the myth that it cannot be done (quickly), that we would all be living in squalor and, the worst reason of all, that a lot of people do not care. A few even actively encourage an economic system that keeps themselves segregated in their opulent wealth, estates, gated communities and secure palaces. We sit in our safe countries detached from real suffering, safe behind our passports, immigration officials and border guards.

We rich get fat, depressed, bored and stressed. The poor get sick, starve, terrified or killed. The proof that the present system isn’t working is all around us. Life is, for most of us, not all that good. We turn to drugs, religion or suicide as ways to cope. We block it out, have a drink, watch TV, take anti-depressants, focus on any distraction we can to deny the truth. We are not as well as we could be.

The signs are it is going to get much worse: Global warming, energy crisis, food supplies, population increase, pollution, loss of drinkable water, debt, ill health. Oh stop! However, these are issues that will not, cannot go away. There is no magic wand, no caring super power (god), no alternate universe. We are up against the wall with nowhere to hide. So either we do something about it and make life better or we just numb our heads and give up. As you are reading this (as opposed to being off your head or dead) I guess you are not really the “bury your head and ignore it” sort of person.

So, lets have a Beverage Report for the 21st century, for our problems of today, for the people around us and the place we live. 60 years ago the National Health Service changed life in Britain. Not everyone believed in it, just as some prefer the ‘ways’ in the US today. They are a small minority. The majority want a safer, securer, healthier and fairer future – and we know, in our hearts that it might just be us who needs help in the future – so better help everyone and be a good Samaritan. It also makes us feel better helping others.

Life today is better than those men of Victorian Britain knew – so too could our future be better than today!

Imagine … and then make it happen.

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My Top 10 Charities / Non-profits

August 31, 2008 · 2 Comments

I have this compelling need to tell you, mythical reader of this blog, of my chosen charities – ones close to the ethos of this blog, so potentially of interest to you.

My top 10 charities are:

Have a look at them and be inspired.

The avenues for positive change are open – we need only walk them.

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“Leave it a little better than you find it”

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Can Gordon Brown play chess?

August 31, 2008 · 2 Comments

We know Russians are good at playing chess – and this encourages strategic thinking.

We know our politicians are becoming more dependent upon focus groups, media moods and swing voters.

Are our politicians doing the job we pay them to do, looking after the complex strategic issues of economy, defense, security, energy, environment – issues beyond our own personal control and influence? What smart plans do they have? Or are they so focused on the short term worries of re-election? Maybe the roll of energy governance should be with Whitehall, as interest rates are with the Bank of England?

You cannot win at chess against grand masters by only looking a couple of moves ahead. It is not poker! So too in world affairs. Our politicians need to stop watching their backs and start watching the future!

Energy, water, food, housing, health, global warming, security, war … these are all the fundamentals of survival yet they threaten us now in our affluent world.

What kind of miss-management is this? Have we become so lazy, so over confident and careless as to squander our wealth? Or are our politicians playing games with us, the electorate? I used to think they were smart but now I am not so sure. I now tend to think of them as overpaid.

What is our energy policy? When are we going to seriously reduce energy waste and over consumption of this scarce, expensive and politically sensitive stuff? In times of crisis we grew our own food, mined our energy and worked for the common good. We pulled together. So where is the message now to tighten our belts, reduce waste, be more self-sufficient and frugal, as a nation? Lead from the top Gordon, or leave the stage. We have a job to do.

If you cannot play chess – don’t pretend you can. Even little Harry Potter knew that! Independence and self determination nationally require smart, strategic thinking. If you mess up with Russia you end up cap in hand to the US. Oh I forgot, we already did that, TB.

The way out of the present economic slowdown is not to encourage growth, consumerism, housing capitalism and a binge party! Take the message of frugality, common interest and reduced consumption to the people! We don’t want more energy – we want better use of less energy! We don’t want higher house prices – we want higher living standards for all! We don’t want Big Brother – we want good governance, of our affairs. And we must demand this of our politicians – we employ them!

Anyone who thinks private enterprise is an efficient method for the provision of basic human needs – water, food, air, fuel, shelter, health, security – need only look at the world to see it is not. Look beyond capitalism and profit – use our brains to improve the world, not just struggle to slow the decay. We can do better!

Stop messing about with world religions (and clinging on to neo-conservative visions of a new world order) and thus fueling hatred (which is convenient for the war mongers, see blog) and get on with the basics. It is clearly too much for you to manage much else.

That is this morning’s rant out of the way, now I can proceed with the day sure in the knowledge that although this is public (I feel better getting it off my chest), no one will actually read it (and embarrass my naivety). Ahh, the world of blogging!

:)

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How did I become a good consumer?

August 30, 2008 · 5 Comments

I have looked back into my past to try and understand how I became the person I am today – how I became a good consumer? (By ‘good’ I mean effective, good at the activity, not pure and praiseworthy). I started by scribbling these notes with a pencil whilst my computer was searched for spyware – a common feature of life with Microsoft. My brain could not hold back, so pencil in hand, I wrote:

Sirens of consumerism, seducing us with advertising.

Why do we need advertising? How much is information and how much is persuasion? Silver-tongued snake oil salesmen and the black art of emotional manipulation … politicians, traders, editors, marketers, speculators, sellers of advertising space … ordinary human beings and some of the most creative brainpower … going towards encouraging over consumption and deteriorating living conditions, in society and environment (one and the same). They have to feed the kids, roof their home somehow.

I have the image of drug addicts, chasing the dragon, of scrawny crack-cocaine addicts pushing pills to pay for that ache-relieving fix.

Where, I thought, does this process begin? What causes these bright brains and otherwise beautiful beings to a) want b) want more c) feed the addiction by selling? I need to understand how it happens so I can stop it happening and help people off the addiction. Using the power of memory, which is fading with neglect, I peer through old imagery in my head to my childhood and the origins of “me”.

Childhood dreams of motorbikes, glory and adoration. Adverts and glossy pictures, gleaming paintwork and delicious curves captured in sharp and soft images. And the semi-naked woman adorning the bike, writhing, imploring me to … what? I didn’t know but for a teenage (just) boy her body lured my brain cells like metal filings to a magnet. A magnet with a bike attached. I guess my subconscious wanted her but my consciousness wanted the bike. I started to get pictures of bikes from the local bike shop. Super glossy A4 leaflets with a picture one side, technical detail the other. I drawled over the exquisite beauty of the Yamaha, the Honda, I imagined in astounding detail the roll of the wheel and the effortless acceleration (I knew how to ride a bicycle and also knew the effort involved and craved power). My head collected numbers, horsepower, torque, suspension travel, and the most magic of them all, the 0 – 60 mph, the acceleration – that which was beyond my physical capabilities and that would thrust me forward in adrenaline intoxication. Freud fans can read between the lines, I’m sure.

This was a time in the 1970’s, pre mobile phones, satellite media, internet, designer clothes – at least in my world. Heck, Britain was not long out of rationing and was deep in debt to the USA. This was a time of pocket money, toys, paper rounds and playground friendships. I knew no magazines or tabloid papers and adverts on tv seemed to be for housewives (not my mum) with their detergents and shampoos. All stuff I didn’t buy.

Yet slowly, the general culture of my society trickled into my head. There were the motorbikes and what other boys talked of at school. There was television and what was talked of the next day. Long before I saw vast wealth and fashion, in the face, I was learning to judge my existence relative to images instead of copying real people. This set up aspirations and then expectations, a sense of being different from those around me. My town was small and uneventful. Life went on at the pace of old ladies, shopping trolley in tow. I knew of other things – giraffes, skyscrapers, sexy women and motorbikes.

Most dominant in my growing up was my family and my parents. It was their lifestyle choices I was cultured in. No dinner parties, no magazines, no razzmatazz or show business. I grew up with reading comics as they read the Guardian; toy soldiers and football whilst they grew vegetables; annoyance at the news and neighbours which I copied. We went on camping holidays, ate together (7 of us, plus a dog), walked in the countryside, did chores, watched tv and I went to school. Television was dominated by sport (Saturday afternoon was religiously filled with the football results ritual, tea and two biscuits), nature programmes, news (it was the BBC after all) and the entertainment: starsky and hutch, kojak, star trek, 6 million dollar man, tom and jerry; plus blue peter, the good life, all creatures great and small. The outside world trickled into my quiet, secluded town.

Second was school. (There is a reason I love Pink Floyd). School was the slow, steady hammering of my brain into shape, in the forge of indoctrination. Subtle, repetitive beats that bruised and damaged me: Competition, class, distinction, difference, segregation, routine, rules, conformity, slow atrophication of creativity and spirit, flattening of humour, spontaneity and cooperation. We formed cliques, we were competing on a scramble up the ladder. We all new it. There was a hierarchy and we each had a rung to occupy. Some how I began to expect / dream of a rise to the top. Hard work and compliance would be the ticket out of this trauma – this ‘end of childhood’. I was not allowed to return to my games and imagination (except during play time and after school). There was one trap door marked “Future” and it required a pass – exams and grades and escape to adulthood in the freedom of independence – university, and a rise to the clear air of choice, self determination, control.

Expectations were set by parents and school – pass exams and get a career, grow up and be a man. Success, achievement, purpose, a good life. I was led to believe, like a lamb, that “others have this, you not only can but you ‘should’ have it too. Along side this were the other messages: You will be liked more, you will be admired, you will be ‘better’.

I was lucky. Whilst I was subjected to the mass culture, I was better off (in my opinion) than the rest. I was intelligent, well adjusted, healthy (umm, and male, white and well spoken). I was also heavily exposed to nature, not just the nurture of society. My parents did an excellent job in giving me experiences that I now treasure – the garden, badminton on the lawn and shuttlecocks stuck in the ash tree – sandwiches and tea and the sound of tennis balls thwacked at Wimbledon – the open spaces of Welsh hillsides and the rocky freedom of mountain tops – holidays in France and a tricky language – new potatoes and shelling peas – gathering mint for the Sunday roast – life by candlelight and the flicker of light from a wood fire – the smells and hisses of scots pine – the cackle of fulmars on the quarry wall. The list goes on in my head, for day, weeks, a childhood. This is what would eventually save me.

The trauma of the end of childhood and the trap door to freedom led to the escape from school and on to university – from the frying pan into the fire! I was so let down, almost devastated by the disappointment of what was really a school for over 18s. It was the wrong time to give me such a sense of deprivation – my hopes were high and I was fuelled like a rocket – and my hormones were moaning. I’d had a near death experience and knew life could be snuffed out in an instant by some other’s error or a momentary lapse of judgement. Life was potentially short. Russia and USA were in an arms race to oblivion (still unfolding) and the human virus was sickening the planet. All around the end seemed just around the corner and I had two thoughts – avoid it happening and try to do something about it. That ‘end’, was not just the end of life but also the end of my hope, the hope of freedom, the life of my dreams. The aches of growing pains were in my heart as much as my limbs. I was an emotional animal, by now confused and misguided, bruised and beaten, lonely and vulnerable. It was the 1980s. I was ready for a quick fix.

So that is the process, as I see it, how ordinary people arrive at being addicted and controlled by their addiction. The purveyors of false dreams that we are told money will buy are just you and me (well, except you are just a bit-part dealer not a multi-national trader in virtual reality. I don’t believe they are going to read this blog, ever.

This reminds me of something my father once said: “If they are not trying to kill you – you are not threatening them. Yes, big brother may be watching but we are mostly safely below the radar, doped up on dreams and alcohol. You don’t have to watch the rats to know they are safely locked in the sewer. (I grew up listening to the Stranglers, on an old record player, scratching my brother’s album with a 78 needle). Think of all the assassinations.

I guess one of the problems is that many addicts are quite happy in their haze, so long as they have enough of their drug, and it is hard to get them to give up voluntarily. Even if their behaviour is destroying them, spoiling your life and collectively screwing the planet’s ecosystems. Persuading an addict to get clean is the story of my life, now and into the future.

Now, I am a ‘bad consumer’ yet still a vast processor of resources. Still the planet is crawling with diseased specimens of a species that is heading towards collapse. And we know it. The best bit is, life is remarkably resilient, there are millions of us who are aware and are fighting the disease, and life today is amazing. The future for many may be bleak and for millions of humans living today it is (I learn via mass media, the lives of others who I have never seen but feel for … fellow humans) but I am living an amazing life as I try to do good. I try my best”.

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What they are saying about Five Senses in Orkney, Scotland

August 26, 2008 · 3 Comments

Following yesterday’s post about attention to detail, here are some quotes from testimonials, feedback and letters of thanks, posted to me at Five Senses, here in Orkney, Scotland. I was preparing to put them up on the website but they also seem appropriate for the current blog theme, so excuse the praise and read the detail - it is all about the detail. [Italics and bold added by me].

Malcolm of Five Senses with Stinging Nettles

Malcolm of Five Senses with Stinging Nettles

What is being said about Five Senses:

(See also The Scotsman Newspaper article)

Guests write:

“We cannot say enough about Malcolm and Rachel of Five Senses Tours. We had a great tour of the Highlands and Orkney and saw and experienced so much more than we would have on our own. Tailored to our needs and flexible, educational and fun! I can still taste the local food and drink!

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“I want to thank you for the day my daughter and I spent with you. Your tour was quite remarkable.

The Five Senses Tour experience certainly engaged all our sense, as promised, but it did more. It engaged our minds. As a guide you presented us with the tactile, olfactory, aural (I shall never forget the acoustics at the Stones of Stenness), and visual feasts, along with a terrific lunch. But you also asked us to consider what we saw, not to take it on face value. Too often a tour will tell you what the experts say and leave it at that. With Five Senses, you offered us competing theories and then you asked us what we thought, what we saw. I left enriched and excited…and my brain was wonderfully full.

Would that all tours were that wonderful.”

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“‘Twas the most memorable experience of my two weeks holiday in Ireland and Scotland…”

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“Just spent three amazing days in the Orkney Islands with the wonderful couple from Five Senses of Scotland. Learnt firelighting with a handmade wooden bowdrill, explored ancient sites – including singing and drumming inside a stone tomb until we found a pitch that caught its natural frequency and amplified our quietest voices many fold – hiked and camped through the lush island of Hoy, drinking delicious fresh water from a rippling stream, while learning to navigate with a compass, and sharing an old stone bothy with passing hikers and a roaring fire (and much more).

If you want to immerse yourself in the land and culture of the Orkney Islands, I would highly recommend this group. Both Malcolm and Rachel are deeply friendly and caring about the people they work with and the land and work it self.”

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“Thank you very much for giving us such a fantastic time, so much information, new skills and much food for thought, so, in a way it was an intellectual experience too!”

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“Just want to say how fantastic the new Orkney Experience was. You are both such an inspiration.

Malcolm you are a talented person with such a special gift to see the world in all its wonder and be amazed. Thanks for sharing it.

Rachel, thanks too, for sharing your smile, warmth and sincerity.”

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“Thank you again for such a memorable day!”

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“I have arrived home from my wonderful vacation to Scotland and Ireland. What an amazing adventure it was! I wanted to thank you for hosting such a wonderful day in Kirkwall. It was so nice to be shown around by someone who truly loves their country and enjoys sharing this joy with others. I will be posting your contact information on the Cruise Critic web site. Perhaps a few cruise tours here and there may be helpful to you. Please stay in touch and let me know how your business plans are going. If there is anything I can do to promote All Five Senses on my end please let me know.

Again, thank you for a wonderful day.”

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“Thank you for an absolutely brilliant evening yesterdayEllie hasn’t stopped talking about it since. We have tonight made fire at Birsay and even demonstrated
it to someone else.

Thanks again.”

Making fire by friction - using your senses

Making fire by friction - using your senses

“What an outstanding, thoughtful, insightful and unusual introduction to Orkney. Including tea on your fabulous sun porch was an added bonus!!

Thanks so much for a wonderful day.”

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“We cannot thank Five Senses enough for our trip to Orkney and beyond, we saw and learned far more than we thought we would and ten times what we would have it we had done it on our own. Our only regret is not having more time. What probably sums it up the best is what happened at the Inverness airport, as we were leaving and they asked how many of us where flying we answered “six”, to which the seven year-old replied “yeah, six, we’re short one now”.”

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“Well, I’m home now and looking back, the day spent with you in Orkney was the highlight of my trip. Thank you so much for sharing your stories, the fire-making and the special magic of Orkney.

It was such a blessing to meet you and to feel welcomed by your spirit to these ancient sacred places. I will always look back on that day with gratitude.”

Burnside cottage, Rackwick, Island of Hoy, Orkney

Burnside cottage, Rackwick, Island of Hoy, Orkney

And there is more …

“It’s an amazing place; however, this can only really be appreciated if you do it with Five Senses. Out of all of the experiences that we had on our trip to the UK, meeting Malcolm and his wife Rachel and going to all of these ancient places and learning so much was the highlight of the trip. Not to mention actually being able to touch a part of the past.”

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“We had a picnic with Malcolm on the last day in this field of heather. I still to this day remember what the food tasted like. It was incredible — we can definitely say that we experienced Orkney with all five senses. Not to mention we now know a lot of survival techniques that we learned from Malcolm while visiting Orkney.”

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“Touring the island with Malcolm was truly a five sense experience. He not only introduced us to the topographical, geological and spiritual aspects of the environment, he and his lovely wife, Rachel, made us feel like family – one well worth a return trip.”

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“Having used Five Senses I have to say that the quality of interaction with the children, the content of the experience, and the high motivation factor were all really impressive.

So much was this the case that I have booked a half day for my own school to launch our Fuel and Power Topic with a spark! Several other of the commonly used cross-curricular, science- or history-based Topics in Primary would be greatly augmented by such an experience as we had, especially several involving past civilisations or prehistory, or those considering materials and their properties.

The level was right, the risk assessment and health and safety issues were addressed, the personnel were SO enthusiastic and engaged the children without exception and for the whole duration of the afternoon. The children worked as a team eagerly, each having hands-on experience and all gaining so much knowledge, in theory and in practice, about materials, past times, the creation and maintenance of fire, its significance to various times, cultures and peoples, its dangers and safe management.

I have no hesitation in recommending colleagues to take a look at what these people have to offer.”

Limpets are survival food

Limpets are survival food

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“Planting a naked foot on a board, Malcolm used a bow and hazel ‘drill’ to create flame. Even in these hi-tech days fire still has a magical power to thrill.

These are experiences the children will never forget. Science is all about seeing, enjoying, discovering, trying things out – and, sometimes, being so enthralled by a moment that it changes the way someone thinks for ever.”

Fire Making Class with Malcolm

Fire Making Class with Malcolm

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“Five Senses showed our family of 4 plus my sister and her husband around for a week. It was incredible. The highlight of 3 weeks in the UK – and we plan to return. We could not have seen 1/3 of what we saw without Malcolm. It was not a “okay so look at this for 20 seconds” type event. Malcolm asked us all kinds of questions for weeks before we arrived. Once there, he learned more about us — and surprised us with a stop off at a rare breed sheep farm, as well as a combination wool shop / bookstore, to satisfy all 6 of us. I would highly recommend Malcolm and Five Senses to anyone. It is not costly when you realize how much you end up doing, seeing and experiencing.

We shall be back”.

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“The rest of our trip was nice but we really feel the highlight was the week we spent with you and can’t stop talking about it. Kudos to you Malcolm”.

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Attention to detail – happiness, quality of life and survival

August 25, 2008 · 2 Comments

Whether you want to know how to survive some future disaster or whether you want to enjoy the present times more – you’ve got to pay attention to detail. You need to be aware; awake; alert.

Beware Danger in Unexpected Form - Wolf in sheep's clothing

Beware Unexpected Danger - Wolf in sheep's clothing

Life is passing by and often it takes a scare or terminal illness to get folks up, out and doing things. Too often life is lived in a dull, repetetive indifference. Stop that and smell the roses! Explore the flow of energy that is life. Use your senses and live!

You would do well to turn off the television and start reading. Educate yourself.

Suggested reading:

Flow by Csikszentmihalyi

Your Money or your Life

Happiness: Lessons from a New Science

Simple Prosperity

Affluenza

A New Earth

Eckhart Tolle – A New Earth 8CDs

Also look at:

Finding Your Perfect Work

Finding Your Own North Star

Blink

Life is too short and every new day is a blessing. Hence why I say, you should play to survive”!

I am watching my cat fall asleep – it is so cute!

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NHS Dentist – At long last

August 15, 2008 · 2 Comments

Today I celebrate being registered with the local NHS dental practice – now my teeth can be repaired and cared for. I am so happy!

A few months ago one of my molars broke as I chomped away – a big piece of a tooth – I was so sad, like part of me had died. Silly, I know, but I care for my teeth. I eat no sugar, brush regularly and so on. I am trying to care for myself – but the damage was already done in early youth, soon after these teeth appeared. The dentist I had then relished drilling into the new teeth as if hunting for gold (I think of him as a nazi, if he ever reads this i hope he is shamed and apologises – my teeth paid for his alcohol). So, for the last 25 – 30 years I have been carrying these old, metal fillings in my mouth, slowely leaching toxins into my brain, probably. This might go some way to explaining some excentricities. That and the lead water pipes of my youth.

The broken tooth left a nasty, sharp edge that grated on my tongue every time I swallowed, until it was raw and uncomfortable. Of course, I could not leave it alone, and my mood clouded over like a storm. Thankfully, this qualified as emergency treatment so I got an appointment at the local dental surgery, that week. A temporary filling was put in and I have been waiting for the Autumn to get a permanent filling put in.

Last weekend, I was eating popcorn (home made in a pan, a touch of butter and a big smile on my face) when suddenly I noticed a ‘hole’ in that tooth. Whatever had come out was not in my mouth so must have been swallowed. So, more red raw tongue and a wait for another emergency appointment. That was this morning.

The temporary filling has been replaced. I am smiling. My other teeth have been looked at and I have 3 more appoinments, this autumn, to replace some of the old fillings, clean me up, and I feel so happy. I could not afford to have this done at a private clinic – but now, once again, the NHS and my Polish dentist has come t omy rescue.

Doesn’t this make good sense? I am trying to eat healthy food and a big part of that is chewing the food – and eating food that neeeds chewing – vegetables and home cooked meals (not sloppy ready made meals that resemble pureed baby food – for that is how I see adults who eat that stuff – big babies). So, to keep body and mind healthy, eating good food is one of the first defences, preventative medicine, you could say. It goes along side the exercise, the yoga and avoiding alcohol, sugar, salt etc etc …

Trying to help the NHS by not becoming a patient … and the NHS is helping m do that! I salute the NHS and smile, thanking the wonderful people who introduced this simple concept – free health care at the point of delivery, paid out of our taxes by everyone. You see, if I am kept healthy, and thus not a burdon on the society, I am cheaper to keep! I can remain productive and help others!

Rachel has just taken out travel insurance for her trip to the USA, next week, because no one dares tread on US soil without having water-tight health insurance. Crazy, foolish, short sighted system. Selfish and inefficient system. It is sad that a US citizen should feel so vulnerable in their own country – but tht is the truth, for many folks, working, self employed as well as the poor. USA you should be ashamed for getting it so wrong and being hood-winked by greedy business people and drug companies. You are being taken for a ride, like guinnea pigs or lab rats, who pay for it.

Today, I drink a toast (of hot water), to the wonderful, wonderful National Health Service! A service – not a business. Smile please!

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Argh – BBC iplayer “Passage” (John Rae) – I need Pt 2*

August 13, 2008 · 5 Comments

Oh this is not fair – I have been waiting to download part two of Passage (about Arctic Explorer, John Rae) off BBC iplayer (where I watched part one, broadcast 3rd August). It is not there! (Read Epilogue, below).

Like a baby I wail, wanting to get my fix. What is worse is I could have watched it on television – at a friends house, since we have forgone television (Rachel has the jitters, what with the Olympics being on. It was this sporting fest 4 years ago that made her bring the tv into our lives, and after 3 years of many other shows, from Time Team and Ray Mears to Midsummer Murders and Family Guy – all research, of course, the tv went. Now we only get to see downloads via iplayer).

I should describe the situation. Rachel is at her Apple Mac watching streaming footage of syncronised diving (I have images of Peter Kay “bombing”) whilst I head butt my computer (which is retarded by Microsoft’s clumsy coding and corporate strangle hold). Today’s yoga is on hold, whilst we digest millet gruel (tasty breakfast and healthy). A walk is called for but no sooner do I utter the word than a heavy cloud previously unnoticed, sidles in like a drunken ram, obscuring the meagre warmth and flattening my hopes of a summer stroll. Rachel is less likely to want a walk in this wind without compensatory sunshine.

Any roads, I am hoping to get part two of the Passage programme off iplayer some time soon. In the mean time, the stairs are narrowed by piles of books (somehow I like this scene, but like it less when travelling the stairs at night – now I notice it is actually dark at night, and I am excited! Excited by the darkness, not because of vampire tendencies but because the dark is soothing, awakens other senses, calms and aids sleep. I often consider reincarnation as a bear, that hibernates, however winter is such fun I could not sleep). Passage …

If anyone out there decided to record this part two, broadcast Sunday the 10th August, let me know and I’ll offer big bribes to let me see it. I might even learn from Bruce Parry’s Tribe to overcome “desire” and thus stop my wailing.

This is one of those blogs that doesn’t really go anywhere – I have not thought what to write and have no axe to grind, no pen to scratch. It is not really going anywhere, intellectually. However, like the mortar between the stones, it has value and cements the pieces together. Some might say it has more value for being honest, unplanned and flowing. That is blogging for you.

One day I believe all this I write will be lost – some electronic storm or corporate explosion (I wish), a fizzling of the internet airways and suddenly a blank screen. An absence of pictures on Flickr, words on blogs, knowledge on bookmarked sites. This computer screen is my portal to a world yet it is a tenuous link, an umbilical cord I need to prepare to do without – like the television … because, some day, what if it just doesn’t work? All that I write, customer details, contacts, email addresses … my life hangs by an electronic thread. My next life is free of this. Until then, I cajoule clumsy fingers to type (why???) and strain my eyes before the alter of our religion – the internet.

May you rest in peace, a while at least.

For myself, I have work to do. Another family want to be instructed in the finer art of fire making – and where better than on windy and damp islands in the north of Scotland? I accept the challenge with a soft smile. It is easy when you know how. Life, I mean, not just fire making.

Another time I will blog about Stefansson (1920’s Arctic Explorer).

* Epilogue:

In desperation, I contacted the BBC in Orkney – that is Radio Orkney – to see if they had a copy, which I kind of expected them to have archived but the didn’t. However, they said they’d put out an appeal for anyone with a copy to get in touch with me.

Now – I am not one to regularly listen to radio orkney in the mornings (shock confession) as I find news at 7.30am to be too much to bear. If I need it I’ll listen to the broadcast online later. This particular monday though, I was driving to Kirkwall, for an early dental appointment, whenup pops this announcement on the radio! Good for them!

What is even better, four people phoned me that day all kindly offering copies that they had. How kind. How wonderful, that in a small, island population there should be such a response! Another reason to praise Orkney. Thank you everyone, and Radio Orkney too.

I now have a copy, on DVD, and all is well.

Categories: john rae · orkney and shetland
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Yoga for Guys – from tough to flexible

August 7, 2008 · Leave a Comment

After years of sport, leg work, bad posture and poor eating, I find myself in all sorts of positions, yoga positions, and it is not easy! My legs are stiff and I struggle to bend and twist – now I realise how “2 dimensional” I have become. It is time to change, to stretch and give my poor muscles the pampering they long needed. Age is creeping up on me and the aches don’t go away.

Like many, I think of myself as a ’sportsman’ but in all honesty I spend far too much time sat at the computer, in the car or on some couch, slouched in appalling posture. I can stand tall, but sit down and I shrink like an old man, back hunched, belly bulging. I’d die horse riding – no straight back for me (yet).

First step was to sort the diet out (see earlier posts, if interested). Alcohol, coffee and sugar have been absent for 10 years now, and added to that list is a whole ton of other foodstuffs, junk and waste that my body has been “disposing of”, to help markets and eateries clear their shelves. ‘2 for 1′ used to mean I ate double, and so I converted the supermarkets surplus into fat on my body. How dum! I even paid them for the priviledge, feeling good about getting a discount bargain. Still dum. So, I am not overeating anymore. Gone are the occassional pies, pastries, pizzas and sandwiches. No more eating the leftovers on my wife’s plate (because I am bigger and so deserve / need to eat more). No more caffeine, cow’s milk, and a whole lot of other things. No more big portions like Desperate Dan. My body is no longer a waste disposal unit, full of shit.

Second is the yoga. It looks so easy, so “passive”, and hippy. Even though I empathise with the concept of yoga and meditation and such like, I felt it not my thing, for I was better at walking, aerobics and cycling. Its just that I am not doing enough of that and my wife is not a fan of cold, wet outdoors. So, I dabbled in a bit of meditation, pilates and yoga but it never ‘did it for me’. Then I realised I wasn’t doing it right!

So, now, after our initial month of the special diet and a degree of discipline, I find myself really enjoying the feeling of yoga – though I have not yet explored the deeper meaning of it – I am doing it to get the heart beating, the muscles warmed, stretched and toned. It is not easy! Done properly, calmly, with relaxed breathing and control – it is bloody challenging!

We use a DVD, so have an instructor, and we do it together, on a little purple mats (even though I hate the idea of buying kit for exercise), and take about 50 minutes each day, usually in the morning but not aways. I do as much as I can, and I am still learning, my muscles and brain are still learning (perhaps relearning, since I did a lot as a child, naturally, with ease).

It is quite a humbling experience to realise that one’s body has become so stiff, weak, fat and unused to not be able to do simple postures! I may stand tall, at 1.88m / 6′2″ but I cannot do half the stuff those yoga people get up to! This is like rock climbing on the flat, takes control, discipline and flexibility. The great thing is, I am getting better at it and getting more out of it!

Next - I’ll write about “flow”.

Categories: health · my thinking and ideas · self sufficiency · simple living
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