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  • Pulling up the drawbridges, or extending a hand

    Following my previous, football-inspired post on team and tribe, I plucked up the courage to read a distantly related Guardian article entitled Now comes the ‘womanosphere’: the anti-feminist media telling women to be thin, fertile and Republican which sent me back to my own very conservative, Catholic (pretty tribal!) upbringing, with all the pre-marital sexual guardrails and constraints that came along with that. There, too, the default expectation was that mothers would be housewives, to manage the large family* and support the breadwinner. That sense was bolstered by a feeling of us being an embattled, absolutely correct minority, cast unwillingly but cohesively into the wild and sinful wider world. That feeling accompanied me through university and my earliest working days, to thankfully be sloughed off over decades of ‘normal’ life, helped I think by a slow-to-awaken core of suspicion that “all of” right wasn’t necessarily on our side, that helped loosen that armour from the inside.

    Yet another related Guardian article cropped up on the American (where elsican?) natalist movement What is America’s pro-natalism movement really about? m highlighting a (for now) relatively small, embattled, inherently correct minority turning inwards to battle and protect itself against a wrong-headed wider world.

    Then, finally, there was another article, entitled Please, yell at my kids! Five lessons I’ve learned about good parenting from around the world (I have to say, though: ‘five or ten things’ are the worst articles, but still…) about ways of raising families around the world, with the common, positive thread being that of community. The author also points out that

    parenting is hard everywhere, but nowhere is it as lonely as it is in the US

    The message for me from all of these links has to be that of plurality as a good. Communities can be too closed and insular, becoming cells focussed on their own people and messages: with the availability of self-reinforcing but unreflective, non-selfcritical media (print media does the job well enough, too), these cells can grow to become a danger to society - from thread to theat, as it were. Communities can also potentially become too loose and incoherent to retain that identity.

    If we can gain a plural sense of community, that is, openness to the idea of interwoven groups and communities, then we have a stronger society. For societies are interwoven, interlocking communities. If too many communities cut the threads and build walls rather than bridges, convince themselves that everybody else is the enemy, then societies suffer. Communities need to be challenged with the fundamental questions: who is this good for, and where do our goods come from?

    And society needs to monitor and promote the health of its communities. We don’t need to convert everybody from Catholicism; housewives make a valuable (if undervalued) contribution to society; football fans bring cohesion and dynamism to a town; positive birth rates can be a sign of healthy communities. “Just” keep everybody respectful, and things will be better for all.

    No doubt that’s a rich Western point of view - but even here, in strong Europe, we need that reinforcement. But before things become too earnest…

    *: an early draft had me writing

    … housewives being there to cook and manage the family

    which, thanks to English grammar, came across as rather gruesomely funny when I mentally parsed it in that way…)

    → 9:41 PM, Apr 27
  • Excuses manifold

    This blog looks to be in grave danger of becoming an orphan; no writer to care for it, only the occasional glance in from human readers and data mining bots as they continue moving swiftly on to other digital destinations, only Google’s server farm keeping it from sinking into the digital abyss. A blogging pause has happened here before, of course, as noted in my Blogging State Of the Union post from October 2012.  I’ve again not posted here for several months, obviously because nothing of interest has happened to me in that time.

    Perhaps that’s right. The day-to-day has been pretty overwhelming and I’ve found that whilst trying to keep my engineering blog a little more lively, there’s simply not been the headroom, or quiet time, or energy to work on this here blog. But what about the content? Has that been lacking, too? Thankfully, I think not.

    What have I been up to since Shanghai? Well, I played in another symphony orchestra concert (Gershwin, Shostakovitch and Rachmaninov’s 3rd Symphony). I remixed a Jamiroquai track for their 20th anniversary remix competition, we were served notice and had to find a new house to live in, I started jogging again… and again…, I worked, and took part in general family life.

    Over the Easter holidays, I enjoyed visits to the Steim Automuseum and to the Deutsche Phonographisches Museum - which I will describe in another post - and I worked.

    So, lots of excuses not to keep this blog ticking over: many of those excuses could easily have been made into entries in this online diary of mine, building up my insignificant history, for as long as the Blogger servers and HTML continue…

    …anyway, enough mulling and pondering, enough slumping into sofas, and onwards with the writing!

    → 10:01 PM, Apr 25
  • My blogging state of the union


    I think, after more than 18 months of maintaining this online presence, I can now confirm that blogging is not a trivial activity. Translating thoughts to series of words that have both meaning and flow can be surprisingly hard work. Perhaps I make too much of a meal of it, revising and editing my posts to the point of never finishing them, but neither am I comfortable with the splash and dash method: a blog is a document of some permanence, and is therefore worthy of being done correctly. Whilst blog posts can (and, really, should) be edited after publication, I still hold to the old concept of the publishing date bearing some relation to the date of an particular thought or event.

    Still, jamais être content is a burden (umm, that’s content in the sense of satisfaction, rather than information). I can see eight unpublished drafts listed behind the scenes of this blog, plus another two or three on my On Engineering blog. It’s manageable, but there are strong indications that I’m not a great finisher. I would by no means call myself a perfectionist, but there’s something that blocks me from hitting that post button.


    One key blocker is not actually the text, but images. I have tacitly taken on the idea that each post should have an image associated with it. The images used should act as a kind of visual abstract, a simultaneous summation and an enticement to read. Just text looks a bit dull, goes the thinking, so it's a good idea to pep up each post with some artwork. The problem is that there are so many difficulties with images: the sourcing, the copyright and the aesthetics, thereof, that I sometimes spend more time on searching for images than I do writing. I want to break away from this constraint, so I'm going to follow the path of ownership: if I didn't take the photo or make the sketch myself, then it's not mine and it doesn't belong in my blogs. Alas, I'm not a graphic designer or even particularly much of a visual type, so there will be a distinct lack of cool sketches; but at least you will be able to read published text rather than not read a collection of drafts. In any case, it's the words that are important to me. There are also some good examples of well-respected bloggers that eschew images, including Rands in Repose, so I'm not alone.

    Then there's the question of time and inclination to actually dedicate thought and effort to the creation and revision of these posts.

    Creation and editing - they do rather seem too grand a pair of words to be associated with blogging; but since I'm writing neither novels nor poetry, they'll have to put up with being squeezed into the blogging box. And that box really has often to take a back seat.

    The worlds of work and family, segueing seamlessly into one another, fill up so much time that I have precious few hours to myself. And there are very few of those few hours in which I feel I have the energy and concentration to write cogently.

    I started this blog in May 2011 and have written a grand total of 46 posts plus 12 over at On Engineering (since Jan 2012); not a particularly high strike rate, I'll admit, but it feels worthwhile continuing, both here and at On Engineering.

    So, if you are reading this; don't hold your breath for the next exciting instalment and don't expect particularly worthy artwork - but do expect cogently presented thoughts and observations as I continue ambling through life, pausing every so often for breath and a bit of a chat.
    → 2:53 PM, Oct 30
  • Somewhere between Heidelberg and Shanghai


    I'm in a strange sort of limbo this Sunday evening. On Friday I was directed to go to China this weekend to help our colleagues who are in a bit of a technical pickle. The trouble is, I need a visa and the normal application process takes two weeks. So I'm sorting out my travel to see when I'll be able to get there.

    [googlemaps https://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&source=s_d&saddr=Shanghai,+China&daddr=Chongqing,+China&geocode=FbmJ3AEdqIo9BykzPPWxQHCyNTGhZMMjlBKVAg%3BFYIYwwEdBdlZBilDT-bzujSTNjEhs4jcFoaf3g&aq=0&oq=Chongqing&sll=29.630771,114.257813&sspn=11.979525,19.753418&hl=en&mra=prev&ie=UTF8&t=m&ll=29.630771,114.257813&spn=11.979525,19.753418&output=embed&w=425&h=350]
    There is a procedure for obtaining an express visa, but this entails heading up to the Chinese consulate, which I will do tomorrow. However, the application itself involves a paper chase that isn't yet complete.

    Currently -


    • I need evidence of health insurance (which the company should provide on Monday morning - I don't know what time).
    • I need an invitation letter (received) and a letter of urgency (not yet), plus a travel itinerary from my colleagues in China - again, hopefully that'll be waiting for me when I wake up on Monday.
    • I need my "Anmeldungbescheinigung", Registration certificates, which I couldn't find over the weekend, so I'll need to get one of those on Monday morning, too. I hope my local friendly bureaucrats don't put up too many barriers...


    ... and then there's the Consulate itself. Goodness knows how that will go...

    And then I'll be able to book my flights, without knowing precisely when I'll be back, as it looks like I'll have to visit suppliers near Shanghai and customers in Chongqing.

    It's with mixed feelings that I get to fly out to China again. In the old days before the family, it was simple. Now I'm leaving my wife to look after the kids on her own for an as yet unknown length of time; it's harder now for sure than it was back then. And the unknowns don't make things much easier right now...


    → 9:55 PM, Jul 22
  • Sport and children - a fidgety mix

    Sport, whether played in a team or singly, is essentially a selfish pursuit. I want to get fit, I want to improve my flexibility and coordination, I want to forget work and - well, you know how it is sometimes - I want to forget the family. Lots of 'I's happen, in any case.

    Bringing up children ends up generating not a little internal tension between selfishness and selflessness, despite the best protestations of celebrities that it has finally taught them to think about others. It is also the cause of some sporting ingenuity.  For example, throwing an 8 kg baby around for a little several times a day helps to keep the upper body muscles active. Hauling two children and a child's bike in a bike trailer is good for the legs and stamina. Not just standing around in the swimming pool, but actively swimming and splashing around expends some energy. My evening rides around the block with the eldest, whilst fun, don't really count other than as chances to get some fresh air.

    Time off for a couple of hours on the mountain bike of a weekend, or an evening run, is the pinnacle of sporting activity granted to me at the moment; I a also manage to get in a late-night hour of squash per week at the moment. Despite all of this, my sports equipment is overwhelmingly static.

    And yet - when I think back to my single days, how much sports did I do at the time? Not particularly much more than I do now. Having children does seem to have concentrated the mind on what's important, for me as well as for the others. I am more aware of the worth of trying to keep things active, like writing this blog, rather than passively surfing. Getting out rather than lolling about. Making more of my time.

    (phew, that was exhausting. Time for a cup of tea, actively made.)

    Oh, and I am also sensitive enough to know that all of this is valid for my wife, too; currently stuck as the "milk bar", she's certainly got a good metabolism. But exercise? Not much - we'll make some time for her, too.
    → 2:11 PM, Nov 8
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