Wednesday, 14 October 2015

March 2015 - Collective Nouns

It’s been a while since I last wrote so you cannot be surprised that plenty has happened to fill my life and prompt the usual tide of thoughts about the wonder that is our world. For instance Collective Nouns – what Mad Hatter invented that? There is no rhyme nor reason to a Murder of Crows, a Parliament of Owls, a Clutter of Starlings or a Congress of Baboons. Well - OK, this last one has legs if you think of MPs - but the others don’t give any a clue as to the subject.

Modern day Collective Nouns are more graphic, provoking imagery that relates to the principal matter. With a Billow of Smokers and a Pomposity of Professor – a picture forms, but the older, more conventional ones are perplexing beyond the telling.

Anyone fancy a small contest? You’ll win a virtual certificate – a Brenny to applaud your imagination and wit. I know you’re already intrigued. Come up with a collective noun for MPs, Managers, Men and Women - where the ‘collective’ part allows you to visualise the group. The LOL ones will be declared winners. No bad language please.

My entries are: a Kindergarten of Managers, a Corruption of MPs, a Waist of Men, a Trouser of Women. When was the last time you saw a woman in a dress? This used to happen. I have photos.
It seems that Samsung’s new smart TVs spy on you, as do your phones and tablets. They listen to your utterances and record them on a remote server so that a Big Brother-style organisation can know what you’re up to. Why is anyone surprised? We live in a digital age.

Two points, (i) when data can be recorded in a series of ones and zeros, how difficult is it to access? Yes it can be encrypted but this is a comfort only to those ignorant of computers and hackers. As the news shows every day, encryptions are broken as fast as they are developed. Nothing is safe.
Before PCs, in the early-80s, we learned as Internal Auditors in Ford that where there is a system to protect something there will be three groups that can defeat that protection. The people who are authorised to use it can make mistakes or just misuse it. Secondly, there are the people who want to beat it for personal gain. And lastly, the people who want to beat it just to show how clever they are. It is constant Ping Pong between Dastardly and Muttley.

Apparently these devices listen in on you because… The Samsung TVs obey voice commands and therefore recognise what you say. Isn’t that a great new toy? Offering an even lazier way of changing channels (because using the remote is such a hardship). But - this means that they are always listening. The interesting part is that when you buy such a TV (or a phone or a tablet) that uses voice commands, you sign up to the idea that any data being collected in the use of the product is passed onto third parties to provide the services of which you are taking advantage. They then can do what they want with it.

That is offensive enough but also consider: (i) it is still listening (recording) when you are not talking to it but when you are talking to your friends or family (or lover), and (ii) if you’ve switched that feature off, it can switch itself on. It doesn’t need your permission to listen. So for all of you who love your new toys, be aware that your privacy is – oh what’s the word…? Non-existent.
This is not new though. We had phone-tapping soon after phones were invented. And today, as the papers report on a slow news day when they want to scare us, GCHQ monitor our every word. Who cares? Industrial espionage, CCTV everywhere, phone-taps, email accounts and voice mail accounts being hacked by journalists - this is life today and has been for a long while.

Had a fabulous day yesterday; I sorted out two boxes of cables. The ladies amongst you will know that your men will have such collections. We don’t like to bother you with these technical hoards of what to the untrained eye may seem like toot, but it’s important we keep them in case one is ever needed. While I agree, this has never actually happened, it might. Our loins must be girded against all eventualities. Life brings enough regret without encouragement through the casual discarding of seemingly-unnecessary obsolete cables.
While it would be ungracious to invoke the label - ‘Hoarder’, I declare two such boxes of these cornerstones of home maintenance. I admit it took some time to remember what some of the cables were for and three had to be ditched when I realised I no longer had the equipment that they fitted. For the most part though, the remainder are now filed in two key repositories entitled “Current Cables” and “Spare Cables”. It was a satisfying day to bring order to the world and contain it in two clearly-labelled boxes.

There are also a few spreadsheets listing where things are held, called inspirationally – “Where It Is” or some variation of this idea. As well as CDs and books, these spreadsheets list infrequently-used objects from everyday life such as my ‘Camera to PC’ cables and occasionally used items like the satnav, binoculars, wrapping paper, software, instruction manuals, that sort of thing. Then you have the tedious filing that is essential to home admin: bank and insurance docs, details of Royal Horticultural Society membership, National Trust, English Heritage, and so on.

Lastly, Mum’s things (Mumorabilia) and Dad’s things, including Parker pens, lighters from the days when smoking made you James Bond and not a leper, plus Dad’s tools from the 40s, gauged in Imperial rather than Metric, that I will get rid of on eBay – one day.
With this organisation of life’s minutiae safely ensconced in one spreadsheet or another, I can sleep in peace. Anything I need to find, I turn smugly to a spreadsheet. One small snag, I have to remember which spreadsheet it was - and then what I called it when I recorded it.

Ever tried meditation? How hard is that?! Emptying your mind for an extended period is the hardest thing I’ve ever attempted - and I’ve attempted it many times. I can manage it for all of about ten seconds, then the world intrudes. The pace of today’s life brings a churning brain which doesn’t accommodate mystics. BUT, there are Halfway Houses. I managed it to some extent today when I was retrieving my photos from Camera Club competition entries. Bit of background here…
The prints for these competitions are 10” x 15”(almost A3),and mounted on card with a window. The mount board is 20” x 16”; industry standard in camera clubs. You hold them in place with lashings of paper tape. Once the comp is over, what do you do with the entries?  It’s easy to accumulate an ever-growing pile of mount boards embedded with your favourite photos. So I started retrieving/ dismounting those photos.

This is where the meditation came in, with iTunes playing a recent purchase (Little Big Town), my mind got to  as close to empty as it has been in ages, concentration being directed at nothing more than removing a bit of masking tape as delicately as poss. from the back of a board.
Linked with this, I found on Amazon an A3 folder with 20 clear plastic inserts (less than a fiver), for storing the salvaged photos. I can now look at my 10” x 15” favourites in a book. Result! And I managed to empty my mind for a while from the kaleidoscope that is its normal state.

Talking of the swarms of bees that is my default mental condition, we have a General election coming up. Anyone given that any thought or will you just be voting as you always have? I’ve never understood that as a reason to vote for a party – “I’ve always vote Labour/Tory/’Don’t Know’ (a.k.a. Liberal Democrat).” – makes no sense. Just because you’ve always voted that way, what has that got to do with what’s on offer today? Seems ludicrous to go with ‘habit’ as a justification.
I won’t be voting – and before you say “Well then you don’t have the right to complain afterwards” – what nonsense. Who made that rule and when did I agree to it? I won’t vote and I will moan about the next govt. Count on it. Firstly, there is no such thing as rights. They are just the theoretical fantasy of people who want something for nothing. Rights are what the people around you allow you to have at that point in time.

Let’s look at the four main ones that get bandied about; the Right To Life, Liberty, Justice and Freedom of Speech. Realistically, no one has ANY of these. If someone comes up to you, sticks a gun in your face and pulls the trigger, what good did your Right To Life do you? Pretty ineffective ‘Right’, huh?
Your Right To Liberty – does it keep you out of jail if you break a law or even if someone mistakenly thinks you have broken a law. The law aside, does it stop you getting kidnapped?

The Right To Justice is as weak as the first two in that the justice system is not about justice but which lawyer is better at arguing. Laws are made poorly so that they can be exploited and keep lawyers in business. Tell me, in what other walk of life do you see the words ‘loophole’ and 'technicality' used so freely? Look at the people currently complaining about Savile, the Hillsborough Disaster and police cover ups of sexual abuse of children around the country by people in privileged positions. What good did their Right To Justice do them? Apart from a few ageing has-been ex-celebs, I haven’t seen anyone prosecuted yet and when we do get a few, how many people of power will be allowed to remain in the shadows because of friendships and influence? So much for a Right To Justice.

Lastly, how does your Right To Freedom of Speech stop me talking across you till you give up? Link this with the above para and the fake D notices that were employed by the police to obstruct people from investigating parliamentarians in the child abuse scandals of the 70s and 80s? As you see, ‘Rights’ are a nice theory but as substantial as mist on a Yorkshire moor.
This started with me telling you why I won’t be voting… What are my choices in a two-party system? - and it is. Don’t kid yourself that the Liberals or UKIP can form a government. The Liberals are dithering Do-Gooders and while UKIP are very clear on immigration, I am yet to discover what their policy is on Health, Education, Defence or the Economy.

Labour have shown they have no idea how to run a country. The last govt. borrowed so irresponsibly, borrowing to repay previous borrowing, that we need Austerity to reduce public spending and avoid a slide into bankruptcy. Vote Labour - Go Bankrupt, how humiliating for what was once the head of an Empire.
Greeks think they can avoid bankruptcy and yet reject Austerity. But, they haven’t fixed the basic flaw in the way they operate. i.e. more money goes out in public spending than comes into the Treasury. They will be bankrupt soon – with the anarchy that will follow when they can’t pay the police and the army. If they’re not being paid, why should they turn up for work? Europe can’t keep ‘lending’ money to a black hole. Sooner or later the ECB will realise that (i) they’ll never get their money back and (ii) the Germans are paying taxes so that the Greeks don’t have to.

With that in mind, I won’t be voting Labour as that is a vote for more irresponsible borrowing that will lead to Austerity again in ten years. They simply can’t manage the economy. They don’t have the talent. They demonstrated that at their last time in office. Why would anyone vote for their promised short term panaceas? You know from your own experience of life that you can’t spend your way out of debt – which is what they’re offering.
Separately they are so negative. Do you ever watch their interviews on TV? Appalling. Look at their Leading Lights’ speeches; Milburn, Balls, Miliband, Umunna etc., 5% is generalising about what they will do if elected and 95% is dedicated to rubbishing the Tories – effectively, just the old, tired approach; predictable, negative, childish. Like UKIP, they haven’t really got a plan on how to govern.

Talking of Austerity, have you been out on a Saturday night lately? If so, you could be forgiven for asking “What Austerity?” Pubs and restaurants are as busy as ever. In the various sales that went on in the run-up to Christmas, e.g. Black Monday, working class shoppers were fighting over big-screen TVs because that’s such an essential for day-to-day, head-above-water survival. How many houses have multiple TV around the house and two or three cars outside? In short, look around. The spending patterns of the masses have barely changed. There is an end-of-terrace house in Cherrydown in Basildon that has three cars on the forecourt, one of which is a newish Mercedes Sport. That’s Austerity for you.
Yes there are poor people - but this is not a new phenomenon. There has always been poverty and resultant suffering in this country – and this will continue to be true. It is life. What’s different now is that the media makes a song and dance about it and the gullible think it’s new because it’s got a new dramatic label – Austerity. Yes, benefits are reducing. Isn’t that a good thing? We should help those who can’t help themselves but don’t extend that to those who won’t help themselves.

 While the Tories have halved the borrowing levels, cut unemployment and grown GDP, they still look after their mates and turn a blind eye to a weak taxation system that leaks national revenue like a sieve. When Stephen Green led an HSBC bank to help people evade U.K. tax, Cameron wouldn’t talk about sending lawbreakers to jail preferring to assert what a great job he did as a Trade Minister.
That cost the Tory Party my vote. They are the party of burying their heads in the sand. What HSBC did doesn’t seem right. I can’t understand why Stephen Green and his board didn’t go to jail, other than the law is indistinct allowing wriggle room - and friends are looking after one of their own. Now we find ourselves back to - there is no Right to Justice.

So, I won’t be voting Tory either. What else is there with a viable prospect of governing?
The real mystery is why would anyone vote in the first place. What are we voting for? It seems to me that it’s people that we openly declare we don’t trust. How dumb is that? “I don’t trust any one of you but I’m going to vote for you to run the country for the next five years.”

Really, it doesn’t matter if we have a Tory or a Labour govt in office. Since Blair’s New Labour and Major’s govt before that - any government we’ve had has only been Thatcher Lite. When have you seen Old Labour socialism like we had in the 70s? Today it’s all Capitalism-based.
However, my main reason for not voting is that we don’t have democracy in this country. We’re told we do and disappointingly, no one questions it. Democracy as I understand it, is a system of govt. using elected representatives – elected to represent the people.  Well, we certainly elect ‘representatives’, but once elected, by their subsequent actions, do they represent us? Not really. When has an MP asked his constituents how they want him to vote in an upcoming vote? There is no mechanism for this, although in this digital age, it would be easy to set up via phones and TV remotes. Can’t have that though. It would be too much like a referendum and therefore, proper democracy. So, the ‘elected representative’ does what the Whips instruct and we have government by a Star Chamber, i.e. the Cabinet – not democracy.

Well, there you have it - my reasons for not voting. I would be voting for people I have declared long and loud that I distrust and who have proved by their behaviour in the matter of Expenses and bribes for influence in the House that they are not to be trusted. Then, having voted them into office, they do what their masters tell them and don’t ask me – as my elected representative – how I want them to vote. What’s the point? Your vote is worthless in the current system.
For those of you who love old people's music, there is a fabulous video clip of a show to celebrate the music of the Beatles  https://www.youtube.com/embed/RL76v3qoEeI

I sent this around to the people on my ‘Jokes, PowerPoint shows’ etc. Dist List. If you saw that, this is only the same thing but people on the Dist List who get a preview of these ‘Letters’, differ from the Dist List of people who get the jokes, photos and video clips.
I am binge-watching Breaking Bad at the moment. Just about to start Series Four. It got great reviews in the press and deservedly so. Doesn’t do my Parkinson’s any good at all. With all the excitement and drama, I shake like ball bearings in a blender.

Do you binge-watch? It seems to have become a new way of watching TV now that we have DVD series and hard disks to record what we don’t have time to watch when it’s actually on. I still have the whole of The Missing, all of the new series of Mr Selfridge, same for Indian Summers, about 50 films, and a load of comedy including about 50 episodes of early Big Bang Theory. While I saw them when they first came out, that was so long ago that I am seeing them for the first time (again).
Trouble is - summer's coming and as the weather eases TV (a winter sport), will fall by the wayside and golf will feature more. Then from April, the stately homes and garden of the National Trust and English Heritage will beckon. Life is too full of opportunity.

It seems that fat is now good for you again and there is an App for mobile phones that lets parents know where their kids are. Safety versus privacy – what a dilemma. Should school-age kids have privacy? Which leads nicely into the three girls that slid off to Syria to join IS. At the time there was a lot of noise saying that the police should have told their parents when they first became aware as they are only gullible, easily-led 15 year-old kids and need protecting.
Separately, Alex Salmond gave 16 year-olds the chance to vote in the Independence Vote. That was such a success that there is talk of bringing the voting age down to 16. So which is it? Are they old enough to make reasoned judgements about the government of a country or are they kids that need protecting? There’s only one year in it. Do they suddenly acquire wisdom overnight on their birthday? And there you see the flaw in a one-size-fits-all policy.

Well, there you see the sort of things that occupy my day here in Lincs. It’s been cold, still is, and the house is warm so I stay in watch TV News and mull over the ramifications of news stories. I do get out to Camera Club and play a bit of golf but there is just so much you can say about games of golf. They tend to have a steady conformity of demeanour, which doesn’t lend itself to witty anecdotes.
Until the weather improves to let me out of the house more, the news will provide most of my entertainment and pondering the fascination that is the wonder of Collective Nouns.

 

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