Sunday, 25 April 2021

I won't be joining any short term social media boycott

Reports today that the Premier League, English Football League and Women's Super League clubs, and other football organisations, will join in a four-day boycott of social media platforms in an effort to combat abuse and discrimination.

Four days. That'll scare them!

After four days they'll all go back to incessant tweeting about their boring lives (as do we all @usedtobecroque1), because they're hooked on celebrity and adulation.

Virtue signalling.

I'm not a great user of social media. I share my blog posts with my twitter account and I tweet about my video game successes from time to time. It's a low key plan to drive readers to my blog. I find both blogging and tweeting liberating: they allow me to express my life and my interests in a way which would otherwise be internal, talking to myself. When I tweet a screenshot of my latest video game win, I do so because that is part of who I am and it is one of the things I do in my rich and diverse life. If I ever feel down because one day seems much the same as the next (as I guess everyone feels from time to time), blogging and tweeting allows me to see that's not true.

It's obvious that social media are vehicles for horrendous abuse; I'm not blind to that. But the problem as I see it is not social media but people. It's people who abuse. Over the years, decades and centuries hopefully humankind will develop into a tolerant, kind and collective species. For the moment, we are what we are and there are people with ugly mouths and attitudes who exploit the freedom of social media for short term selfish gain.

But don't forget the positives. After the debacle of the European Super League this week, when some of the richest football clubs in Europe sought to make themselves richer, and the backlash from fans and players forced the clubs to re-think, a football agent said "had this stunt been pulled 20 years ago, the players would not have had a voice ... their voice comes from social media."

Ultimately, people, you have choices. If people were to abuse me on Twitter or in blog comments, I can choose to ignore the abuse - or to stop tweeting or blogging. I have the power.

If you want to make a stand against abuse - rather than against social media companies - don't do it for four measly days. Leave social media for good.

That's what Thierry Henry did.


Wednesday, 21 April 2021

The Mist

In Kazuo Ishiguro's The Buried Giant the central characters are husband and wife Axl and Beatrice. They are on a journey to find, and be reconciled with, their long-lost son. Who is thought to live in a not too distant village. But enveloping everyone and everything is ... a mist. Which appears to cause forgetfulness in everybody. And may or may not itself be caused by Querig the she-dragon. It's a tale of Britons and Saxons, orcs and pixies, all of which may or may not be real - or figments of mist-addled illusion.

There are warriors and Authurian knights but it seems that it is down to simple peasants Axl and Beatrice to slay the she-dragon and release the mist. But they are ambivalent about whether this would be universally beneficial or would cause them to bring back memories which they might regret.

The tale proceeds at Ishiguro's usual pace: slow. Axl and Beatrice link up with Wistan, a warrior claiming to be on a mission for his King from a kingdom in the west, who is himself attached to a young boy Edwin, who exhibits strange behaviours but seems to be training with Wistan for warriorship. Then there is Sir Gawain (of course), an aged devotee of the long-dead Arthur, who clomps about in full but rusting armour, astride his trusty steed Horace.

This motley crew somehow find themselves joining together to try to kill Querig. Possibly by persuading her to eat a goat that has been infected with some kind of poison. By three children, living without their parents. It's clear that each of them has a back story which they may or may not be happy to be revealed and much of the story telling includes hints as to what those histories might be. Beatrice nervously reveals "I'm thinking I'm the one to fear most the mist's clearing ... it came to me there were dark things I did to you once, husband." And Axl muses "What became of our son, princess? Does he really wait for us in his village? Or will we search this country for a year and still not find him?"

They climb a steep mountainside towards the giant's cairn, where they tie the goat to a stake. It's not clear to me at this point whether the giant is the same entity as the she-dragon or exists just in the book's title. We'll see. Horace, by the way, has been left behind, being as old and lacking in mobility as his master. For some reason, Edwin has also been left behind, tied to the same stake as the goat.

Finally they reach the dragon's pit. And she is a sorry sight, "so emaciated she looked more some worm-like reptile accustomed to water that had mistakenly come aground and was in the process of dehydrating." "'Can this really be her, Axl?' Beatrice said quietly. 'This poor creature no more than a fleshy thread?'"

Now Wistan and Gawain prepare to battle each other, for the former wishes to complete his mission whilst the knight wants the dragon to be allowed to live out her remaining months in peace. And Wistan sees Gawain as "a kin of the hated Arthur".

Wistan kills Gawain and then Querig. He reveals a prediction that the death of the dragon and the clearing of the mist will result in Saxons and Britons, long at peace and living alongside one another, will recall their violent histories, rise up and fight a dreadful war. "The giant, once well buried, now stirs."

Very early in the book, at the beginning of their journey, Beatrice and Axl come across a sad couple, apart by virtue of their wish to be transported to a nearby island by a boatman who will only take one of them. The island only allows individuals to live separately rather than as a couple, other than in exceptional cases of extreme love and devotion, proven by each answering a question out of the hearing of the other in the same way. As they now descend Querig's mountain to the valley, helped by Horace, they again come across the boatman. He can take them to the nearby island, on which Beatrice hopes to find their son, but - purely as a formality - he must ask them each questions, out of earshot of the other.

As he does so, their back stories are revealed by their answers. Long ago, Beatrice was unfaithful to Axl. As a result, their young son left home, soon to be taken by the plague. Axl forbade her to go to his grave. Many years later, as old age mellowed them, he relented and they agreed to go on a journey to visit the grave. The boatman now carries Beatrice, too weak to walk, and places her in the boat. As Axl tries to board the boatman says "this is but a small vessel. I daren't carry more than one passenger at a time." Arguments ensue between Axl and the boatman but it is Beatrice who insists that she trusts the man and being  transported separately is the only way they can be together for ever more. They say farewells.

The boatman has the final word: "I hear him coming through the water. Does he intend a word for me? He spoke of mending our friendship. Yet when I turn he does not look my way, only to the land and the low sun on the cove. And neither do I search for his eye. He wades on past me, not glancing back. Wait for me on the shore, my friend, I say quietly, but he does not hear and he wades on."

For me, this is a 3½ out of 5 book because, despite the supreme story telling and wonderfully detailed descriptions, the subject matter simply doesn't interest me enough. Nor am I attracted to any of the characters. Nevertheless, I am glad I read this book. If you haven't read it and, as a result of my endeavours, are thinking of doing so, you might easily come to different conclusions.

Tuesday, 20 April 2021

Jang Seung-eop

How do like these (to my mind) beautiful paintings?




Jang Seung-eop was a 19th century Korean painter. There's a film about him: Chi-hwa-seon, which won numerous awards and was nominated for the Palme d'Or at the Cannes Film Festival. Tell me if you like the images.

Monday, 19 April 2021

Page Eight

What do you do when you start watching a movie and, early on, you are pretty sure you have seen it before?

I had that experience last night with a film called Page Eight. I had thought it was a new one but it turns out it's a 2011 film. Although it has the feeling of the 1980s.

It's an all British affair, written and directed by David Hare. If you think of classic British - particularly English - male actors, who do you think of? Bill Nighy - yep, he's here. Michael Gambon - yep, he's here too. Also Ralph Fiennes, Rachel Weisz, Felicity Jones, Saskia Reeves, Holly Aird. I suppose not quite Brit A listers by a good B+ team.

It's described by Mr Wiki as a "thriller" but that's just wrong. There are no thrills. It's about espionage and politics and how they interact but it proceeds at a comfortable pace, Bill Nighy in the lead doing his bumbling, stumbling, flawed but loveable Englishman and a direction style of a series of set piece episodes as though in a stage play. Which, considering Hare's career, isn't surprising. At one point he seems not to have got the hang of television: in a meeting, Nighy says "have you read page eight?" and it's obvious the others haven't, so the camera pans to the printed page and someone's finger follows the words along. Maybe it's an attempt at self-deprecating cinematic humour that I missed.

The film moves through a sequence of espionage memes such as American black sites, Israeli West Bank atrocities, thoughtful spy doesn't trust his political masters so goes rogue, spy steals classified documents and threatens to leak them to the press; none of them treated in any detail - perhaps because this isn't a ten episode TV series. It's very undemanding with a just about plausible plot - it's clear from about the fifth minute who are the bad guys - and no action of the kind you would expect in an espionage thriller; no guns, no confrontations. It's John La CarrĂ© without the depth, done and dusted in less than two hours.

I'm not really selling this well, am I? But the thing is, despite my sneering pomposity, I enjoyed the company of the people in this film and the facile and relaxed style. I subsequently discovered it's the first of a series called The Worricker Trilogy [Johnny Worricker is Nighy's character]. I have put the follow up films Turks & Caicos and Salting the Battlefield onto my Netflix watch list.

If you want a warm, cuddly movie to watch for an hour and three quarters, on the couch with your loved one, some wine and popcorn, and you don't want to have to think too hard or follow a complicated plot, this could be for you!

Oh and did it turn out I had seen it before? I'm not actually sure but I think not; that feeling was triggered by one scene where Bill Nighy and Rachel Weisz meet. Looking back, it's a scene you could see in any Bill Nighy film, so probably not.

Monday, 12 April 2021

Wind

I was driving through the Cornish countryside yesterday and saw a number of these wind turbines.

 Photo by Nikolay Hristov on Unsplash
I know plenty of people consider them ugly. But not me. I find them things of great beauty - slim, elegant, minimalist and purposeful. I guess that's how I'd like to be remembered one day. Although the chances of anyone remembering me as slim are ... well, slim.

When they process across the fields in formation
Photo by Shawn Bagley on Unsplash
I can see that they might be considered threatening, like triffids
or clone troopers
But how can you not like this peaceful scene?
According to https://globalwindday.org/ "Onshore wind is now the cheapest form of new power generation in most of Europe, and offshore wind is not far behind with costs having fallen over 60% in 3 years. And it’s getting easier and cheaper to integrate wind power in the energy system. As a local resource, wind also means much less money spent on fossil fuel imports. And of course it means less CO2 – and cleaner air – in our cities.".

Global Wind Day 2021 is on 15 June.

Sunday, 11 April 2021

Spring cheer

Thank you St Austell Town Council for bringing some spring cheer to our lockdown emergence lives.

And to Cornwall Council's Austell Project for looking after the local fauna. 
"to drive forward positive change to make St Austell and its hinterland a great place to live, work and play. Proud of who we are"