Thinking about blogging

I'm thinking about blogging again.

Sometimes it feels like the more I try to blog, the more I get in the way of my blogging. I think it's because I overcomplicate things: I analyse everything my blog is meant to be and then I pigeonhole myself to write with that purpose. Then life gets in the way and by the time I want to write again I have a different point. Gone are the heady, simple days, where "Baby Got Brit" was a place for me to spout whatever random nonsense I was thinking. As I realised I liked to write, and people told me they enjoyed reading it, it began to be more important that my thoughts were organised. And - BANG - the charm is gone. I had many dreams of what my blog would be. I got "Analogise That", the point of which was never fully realised I don't think, though it was fun for a while. Life took over, as it does, and "Communicate" never went anywhere much. The troubling thing is that in the past year or so I've probably seen and learned quite a bit, then forgotten most of it. There's only ever time to live or write about it, but not, I find, to do both.

Blah blah blah, how boring. Basically, I tried to do something with words that never really happened. And on that premise I'm (conflictingly) doing it again. Not to say that I've written off this one, as if is pretty generic and I might treat it as a safe place to chit chat (in theory anyway), but I miss writing regularly, and being the person I was when I wrote. I think it could be an interesting experiment as I've come up with a concept that might be quite fun. So then, here's to yet another new beginning...

What a riot

I live in the middle of a part of Bristol that just got caught up with riots. It's called Stokes Croft. Last Thursday was the start - you can read about it all over the internet (go google - bbc mention the music we played out our window!) - and tonight they're at it again.

It's not cool.

There is a lot I could say but it's only a short thought because I really want bed, I just also want to rant at someone and, as you well know, that is just what blogs are for.

It all started because the police made a big fat error in judgement when they raided a squat. That escalated into a 5+ hour fiasco in the middle of the crossroads outside. We could see and hear it from both sides of our house. The reaction was abysmal but it was, I believe, the response of a community that feels let down by the democratic process.  The new Tesco that opened up a week before had been opposed since their secret underhand purchase became public and the only reason they won is because they have an unfair proportion of power, which in turn is because they're robbing our world of resources and selling it off too cheap.

But this week a protest was organised and that is what invited the police in.  And I feel the main culprits are the "local" people who just wanted another night of cheap entertainment.  They're whooping on the road below and all it's achieving is a bad nights sleep. So much for caring about the community.

The sad thing is that tonight's demonstration was originally organised by peaceful protesters, who pulled out and tried to cancel when they saw how much it had escalated. Plenty of us don't want Tesco to be there and are willing to protest in a peaceful and creative manner. Unfortunately, this generation of disenfranchised youth are so anti-leadership that they won't even respect their peers and, as a result, have dominated the whole campaign.

What this is is nothing short of the loudest voice having the most power and the biggest impact. That's just what they're accusing the police and Tesco of having done. 

I buy into the philosophy (and theology) of "united we stand, divided we fall".  Tonight I would suggest that a community united solely by hatred has very little hope of staying together...

Sorry, sorry, sorry

I'm rubbish.  Forgive me.  If you don't like grace then don't bother reading this blog because I'm going to require a lot of it.

I'm also knackered and have got an interview with the press tomorrow (yes, really) so best be off.  They want to know all about what I've been doing when I was too busy to blog... got fed up of waiting for me to post I suppose. 

To whet appetites, here's a not very up-to-date picture of... My... New... Shop. 

 

 

It looks less pink now it's dried and has a sign and some things to go out the front to make it slightly less grim.  I particularly like the way the painters were absolutely coincidentally totally co-ordinated with each other and the building.

Anyway.  I AM TIRED.  Good Night.

P.S.  Before you ask, yes I am incredibly proud of myself actually.  We got it together in 2.5 weeks and everyone has been amazingly (power of community) helpful but, let's face it, wouldn't have happened without me.  And we've made back everything spent on set-up in 3 days so it's all profit since last Weds.  And God Is Amazing for doing all that. 

P.P.S. God also makes blind people see and sets the captives free.. but more on that another time! 

X

In't that lovely?

So, before I begin, I better apologise for missing the first Tuesday blog post that I said I was going to do.  In my defense, I was just being an idiot.  On Monday I remembered that I was going to blog tomorrow and was quite looking forward to it, and then today (which in my head is Wednesday as I'm just heading to bed now) I was like "oh ok, I'll blog today... hang on a second, where's Tuesday gone to?!"

Tuesday was, incidentally, an awesome day, but when I tried to write about it just now it sounded boring so I stopped. Instead I'll just tell you something funny I heard this evening...

In our house we have a lovely friend who comes round for dinner every other week, I'm going to call him Little Dave but that isn't his real name. He's in his early 50's, with some kind of learning difficulty, and we love having him round because he takes such delight in everything.  Now, last week a few of us went round to his for a visit and he'd done us lunch, including an apple pie bought from Tesco. For those of you who don't know, Tesco are a massive, über-cheap, supermarket that is gradually taking over the world - when I flew to Budapest once the first thing I saw out the window before landing was their smug luminous sign, acting as a dismal reminder of all that is wrong with globalisation.

There's a bit of history to this. I live in a part of Bristol called Stokes Croft, which is a sort of artsy pretentious urban ghetto with a lot of issues but also a lot of people wanting to see change.  Community is really important to folk around here and there is an organisation called the 'People's Republic of Stokes Croft' (or the prsc - see the website(link) if you like) that are a big part of promoting that, partly through activism.  They also coordinate a lot of graffiti in the area. Lately the main campaign has been against a Tesco that was granted planning permission, and a while ago we agreed to have this image put up on the side of our house, in plain view of the main street:

I find the man a bit scary, but it's cool to be able to tell people where you live by identifying the patent political agenda on the side of your building. [As an aside: something I've just noticed is the way the traffic light is on amber... you don't know if it's about to go red or green - stop or go - like the verdict on the appeal.]

So anyway, back to the story.  Little Dave last week was so chuffed with his £1 apple pie that he declared he would write a thank-you letter to Tesco; and today we found out that he did! However, the key bit was when we asked what they said in reply and he said "they send their regards", meaning to us!

Probably sounds a bit stupid to anyone else, but the idea of Tesco sending best wishes to a household of people who are, at least as far as visual impressions go, the most anti-Tesco people in the whole of Bristol (nay the world) really made me chuckle.  It's also quite lovely - as Dave would say - to think that in the middle of all the angst we could potentially see a little bit of good in Tesco.  I'm not much persuaded in actuality, but there are people behind the power and Dave's innocence has brought me a little revelation that even public enemy number ones need to be loved. 

Kinda reminds me of the story about my friend who, when she was 11, tried to send Osama Bin Laden a birthday card.

The struggle is not against flesh and blood...

Country Mouse in the Big City

This afternoon I found myself looking after a homeless drunk man who sort of, in a not-very-violent but quite insistent way, forced himself into our house. Only as far as the front hall floor and it was very cold outside - to be honest I'm still not fully convinced by the theory that we need to not bring people in (ok, one time we brought a street friend in and he sort of ended up getting a kitchen knife out the drawer and threatening to kill himself and/or our housemate, but there was a very particular situation going on and we did learn that kitchens are a bad place for desperate people). We set boundaries but we like to look after people in need; our house (which we've only lived in since April) actually has a 25 year history of having been an ecumenical community run by Catholic monks, so it's a good thing we're up for taking on the tradition when waifs and strays knock. It was quite a special moment really, once we were over the surprise, and I got to pray with him.  As he started talking about his past it became clear that he'd ended up in that state because a lot of not very nice stuff had happened to him, and those early experiences led to a total crisis that has entirely consumed his destiny... really and truly only Jesus can give him any hope because it's the sort of damage that just won't repair itself. 

Then this evening I was talking to a new housemate who moved in today (and whose first experience of our community was the chap above). She said, and I quote, that "nothing bad has ever happened to me".  She then proceeded to come up with a list of: tonsillitis, conjunctivitis and a £90 phone bill.  Quick, better hide the bottles.

I don't really have a point, just observing the life that is going on around me.  Most of us fall somewhere in between those two extremes and are at different levels of escapist and naïve.  It'll be quite interesting to watch how she fits in here, fresh from her seaside Devonshire town; I'm sure she will but I've never before met anyone as happy-go-lucky as her, and Stokes Croft is certainly not short of it's painful histories.  Hmmmmmmm... 

I just wanted to make jam

Two months ago I applied to what seemed like the perfect job tutoring in St Petersburg.  Having spent a month in the summer there, and feeling like it hadn't quite been the complete experience, I felt quite sure I was supposed to go back.  I've got a bit of a thing for Russia and have lots of friends there. As I became convinced that it was inevitable, I simultaneously wanted to escape life in Bristol and yet was also in panic that it was too much at the wrong time.  Did I really want to embrace a life that was effectively being an overseas missionary?  No, not really.  As I told most people at the time: "I just wanted to make jam".  Y'know, be a home-maker in my little community and perhaps set up a W.I.

And now I have.  Stayed home and made jam that is.

Here's the recipe I used the other week when I made around 3 litres of the stuff with some of those bramley seedlings:

http://www.cookitsimply.com/recipe-0010-032r58.html

I was a bit wary, having never done anything like that before or having a clue about even the basics of jam making.  Fortunately it's easy with apples as they are high in pectin. As far as tips go - instead of muslin bags I wrapped it in a jay cloth; my advice would be not to do that. If you want to do it yourself then I suggest roping someone else in (thanks Adale) to help peel core and dice absolutely loads of apples.  I tried doing one each of the cinnamon and ginger and, though I like both flavours, in my opinions the ginger wins hands down.  I would also recommend ensuring that you have jam jars before you commence... else you'll end up with 3+ litres of jam and no idea what to do with them.  Hence:

Giant jam. In vases.

There was more but we put that in dozens of those tiny ramekins that you always end up keeping and don't know what to do with.

Well that's it from me this Thurs/Fri.  I'll hopefully be making some more soon, for a fun little venture I got going on, but I'll have to c u next Tuesday for that installment...

x

I should really do this once a week

I'm hit by a total desire to get my life in order... because out of discipline comes freedom.  It's the whole thing about practising your scales means you can eventually improvise some really funky jazz piano. I have some really big vision for life and if I don't sort out the boring details then how do I expect to see them fulfilled?  

Technically I got diagnosed with adult ADHD about a year and a half ago. I might talk about that more another time; how it makes me feel, what I think of the whole concept and the general affect that having it (and knowing about having it) has on my existence.  However, for now let me paraphrase: I struggle somewhat with organisation. I am also a *bit* vulnerable to depression and that can seriously knock me sideways if I'm not vigilant.

So it comes as no real surprise to me that after the major success of my week a couple of weeks ago (see last post) I have not actually kept up that pace.  Or even done so much as make a loaf of bread since. In fact, despite my declaration that I don't care about coming across as boastful because I don't like false humility, I only just uploaded that entry and am now following it with this disclaimer.  Sometimes I guess I just don't trust my opinions enough to share them with the world.

However, I do really want to write this blog; and one day I'd like to produce at least two books on subjects close to my heart; and generally I just want to get myself together enough to be a functioning person who can actually hold down a job and everything.  

So to help that along I'm setting a bit of a target for myself that I will write a proper post at least once a week; I figure it'll be both a means and an end in itself.   Let's say this will happen on a... diary's out... well might as well make it a Tuesday. Gives the geeks something to read inbetween xkcd (link).  I may even extend it to Thursdays too, but the BBC taught me a lot about taking on things that are bitesized.

I'll leave on a note of mathematical interest that I am thoroughly excited about right now but don't have the wherewithal to discuss properly. Perhaps next time but for now check out Mandelbrot and infer cool stuff from this article:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-11564766

And a picture...

(from http://www.fractalartcontests.com/2007/showentry.php?entryid=282&return=winners)


Well that's all folks. Technically it's a little bit Wednesday now but I think that's ok.  Tune in next time for some actual content...