It's been a year

I started this blog a year ago today. I  decided I needed something to take me out of my routine and challenge me. It was the time of the first lockdown and life was going to be lonely and tedious for a while with regular activities such as visiting friends, pubs and coffee shops banned. So a blog.

As I said in the very first post "I needed to fill in some time. Between this and that. Too much of this (playing computer games) and not enough motivation to do that (gardening)."

To date I have published 225 posts. Two every three days approx.

I have blogged about books, movies, football, garden birds, scientists, engineers, faithless electors, music, beautiful fish and the Ethiopian calendar. Amongst other things. My Twitter tagline says "Blogging random topics to share knowledge of obscure and useless stuff." But stuff is knowledge. In a year, in my widening knowledge of the world, I have made up for five years of schooling. 

It's been a voyage of discovery. I am the Christopher Columbus of bloggers. My discoveries come from myriad sources: newspaper articles, books, websites, YouTube videos, friends, computer games, TV programmes. A cornucopia of rich material. A passing reference in a Times comment column by Giles Coren brought me to Klara And The Sun, thence Never Let Me Go and The Buried Giant. Civilization VI brought me Jang Seung-eop and Three Sisters Playing Chess; my friend Tony introduced me to Mother Carey's Chickens. It was on CNN that I saw Lucy McBath, leading me to read her book Standing Our Ground. Watching football on TV (yes, even that!) re-introduced me to punk rock and - even more punkish - a TV documentary about Hillary Clinton revealed ska punk.

Books I wouldn't otherwise have read, music listened to, paintings I wouldn't have seen, history I wasn't taught. Growing outside my bubble, after 76 years.

Two days ago an item on the BBC website mentioned the actress Emilia Clarke describing how, in lockdown, she joined a book subscription service as a substitute for her regular browsing in bookshops. A book she particularly enjoyed is Why Didn't You Just Do What You Were Told?, a collection of essays by the late novelist Jenny Diski. I wondered what the difference between an essay and a blog post was so I ordered the book to find out. If it's good enough for the Mother of Dragons it's good enough for me. I'll let you know.

I recall suggesting that I'd try to post once a day but turns out it's not as easy as it sounds. My post activity goes in fits and starts. Silence for a week followed by a burst of five successive days has not been uncommon. Is that a sign of a restless temperament or because I have other things to do? If you miss me for a few days you can always check out @usedtobecroque1 on Twitter.

On we go for year two....

The Colossus of Rhodes

One of the seven wonders of the ancient world, the Colossus of Rhodes is a statue of the Greek sun-god Helios. This is he.

Rhodes is an island in the Dodecanese group of Greece. The medieval city is a World Heritage Site. It's a beautiful island. I've been there but I didn't see the Colossus. Maybe I'm not ancient enough (although getting there). Mr Wiki tells us that "Rhodes' nickname is The Island of the Knights, named after the Knights of Saint John of Jerusalem, who ruled the island from 1310 to 1522." I didn't see any knights either.

The Colossus is referenced in Emma Lazarus' poem The New Colossus:

The ancient Colossus and the new Colossus are both about 33 metres high. One built to celebrate success in a year-long defensive war, the other defying oppressors and encompassing all humankind (the seven stars on her crown may represent the seven continents; although the above drawing shows Helios with a seven star crown, no-one knows what the statue actually looked like). So freedom in both cases.

Of the seven ancient wonders of the world, I think the one I'd most like to have seen is the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. Although it's not certain they ever existed, as no archaeological evidence has ever been found. They seem so pretty and Babylon sounds a nice place to live. Maybe not so much recently though.

Why seven wonders? The number seven was chosen because the Greeks believed it represented perfection and plenty. Worked for them.

Am I cultured? Ask Mr Plato

If the meaning of cultured, as applied to people is: polite, well-spoken, generally civilised in discourse, then I wouldn't consider myself cultured (none of the above). But I definitely am a lover of culture - music, theatre, visual arts, written prose, dance. Anything from ancient times to the present day. The only thing missing for me is poetry. I've never been into it and I find it difficult, even daunting. And is poetry supposed to be read or spoken? This is Billy Collins, US Poet Laureate from 2001 to 2003:

And this is the now well-known poetry performance by Amanda Gorman at Joe Biden's inauguration:

I'm also interested in the notion of the culture of a nation or a civilisation. What are those things which make up that culture? The arts obviously but much more - norms, behaviours, beliefs, customs, and values shared by the population perhaps.

Sean Bean says in Civilization VI: "The worth of a culture is not measured by its accomplishments but in how those accomplishments last and how they are remembered."

One of the problems with this is that measuring culture by longevity may devalue what that culture morphs into. The 2,000 year long ancient Greek culture was an icon of cultural greatness and you could argue that it survives to this day in our modern democracies but how fragile are those now? The Persians were the most powerful nation in the world for 200 years; a kingdom unified by Cyrus the Great and defined by leadership which respected the customs, beliefs and rights of conquered peoples. Are those 200 years less valuable than the 2,000 years of the Greeks?

If we look at our modern Western culture, how will our norms, behaviours, beliefs, values and customs stand up to the test of time? Even more importantly, to what extent are those shared by our increasingly fractured populations? I'm not sure how to describe our English culture, our British culture, our European culture or even if any of these actually exist.

We live in a time when every cultural norm is questioned, to an extent which hasn't been prevalent in any previous cultures. I suppose this in itself is an inevitable result of democracy, one which perhaps the Greeks (except for Plato - read on) didn't anticipate. Could it be that democracy is inherently unstable and cannot survive? Plato, in his Republic, postulates that democracy degenerates into tyranny where no one has discipline and society exists in chaos. Democracy is taken over by the longing for freedom. Power must be seized to maintain order. A champion will come along and experience power, which will cause him to become a tyrant.

Sound familiar? Plato clearly didn't have much time for the idea of democracy and his preference was for aristocracy, grounded in wisdom and reason and ruled by a philosopher king. I think our future Charles III might be attracted to that.

So cultures don't last but Sean Bean could be right to suggest that the longer a culture does last the more worthy it is. Except that, as in technological advance, there maybe an exponential decline in the amount of time required for change so maybe Persia's 200 years were equivalent to Greece's 2,000 years - and that means about 20 years today.

Our modern democracy probably only started in the early years of the 20th century with universal suffrage and so is a pretty recent phenomenon. It may be starting to decay but we can nevertheless see and value our cultural norms even though they may be transient.

Our (English/British/European/Western) culture is different today from what it was 20 years ago - in essence as well as in the engagement of the population - and it could be argued that the 20 year old culture didn't last and therefore wasn't worthy. But if you do argue that, you are effectively saying that there is no such thing as culture.

I believe my parents' post-war culture was defined by a respect for (maybe even deference towards) institutions - the monarchy, politicians, teachers, GPs who came to visit when you were sick - that doesn't exist today. Although those are not my cultural norms I still respect them for the time and context in which they existed. My parent's culture was as valid as mine is.

Indeed, I'm not sure that I personally have a culture.

So maybe the answer to the title question is still: No.

Shout out for the Passport Office

I needed a new passport because mine had expired.

Looking at that sentence again and examining it for tightness and precision - as writers should - I wonder whether "mine expired" would improve it or if it would change its meaning. My original is passive - the passport was not responsible for its actions - whereas "the passport expired" could suggest the pages, much yellowed after years of use, simply refused to live any longer.

Anyway I digress.

The original expiry was in August but the Passport Office was in lockdown with reduced staffing and were discouraging renewal applications from those with no urgent need to travel such as me so I left it then made a renewal application on 9th April had to send the existing passport to them plus a different photo because the one I took on my phone you've no idea how hard it is to find a plain background with just the right amount and balance of light in your house wasn't sufficient then sent a new photo and finally received the new passport this morning.

I thought that I'd had enough of tightness and that a bit of stream of consciousness wouldn't go amiss in that sentence. James Joyce I'm not. Obviously.

The new passport is apparently blue, although you'd be forgiven thinking black, so dark is the hue. I was perhaps hoping for royal blue, which is such a nice colour, but at least it's no longer EU Burgundy. Hooray!

I'm the first to harangue organisations for poor service but good job Passport Office for a swift turnaround. 👍

Shah Jahan

Shah Jahan was a Mughal Emperor who reigned from 1628 to 1658. He is known for his architectural achievements, most notably the Taj Mahal.

He wasn't an architect or engineer but brought his experience of military command to the exercising of administrative organisation. He brought together a team of the greatest architects of the time - Ustad Ahmad Lahori and others - to create great monuments. He gave his name to Shahjahanabad, which he took as his capital as Agra, the previous capital, had become overcrowded. The rest of the world called it Delhi.

He built there the Red Fort, which was used both as a military barracks and a home for Emperors. It's a huge building, the size of a small city. Muhammad Waris, appointed as Shah Jahan's personal historian, tells us "it had six gateways with as many as twenty-one bastions, of which some were circular and some octagonal." I've been there and seen a Son et Lumiere production.

Lest we imagine that Jahan was always a power for good, let's ignore the vulgarity and self-serving of the Taj Mahal (it's a mausoleum where he and his wife are buried) and concentrate on the fact that he murdered his three brothers to take the throne after his father, Emperor Jahangir, died. I did say he was a military man, didn't I?

Eventually he was overthrown and imprisoned by his son. Karma.

But his monuments remain, so that we all know Shah Jahan and none of us his son.

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.