Thursday, February 19, 2009

Generalisation


My wife and I have this ongoing discussion about generalisation or "labelling people" as she puts it. She contends that this is a bad thing, whilst I just see it as the way we classify our world.

So for example, you see a chair, you know it is a chair because it has four legs, a flat surface for sitting on, a back, etc. It might not be for sitting on - as children often discover in art museums when they mistakenly take some million dollar piece of art for a chair because they look the same - but that's our first take on things.

We couldn't function otherwise. When I see a chair, I know I can sit on it, because it looks like many other chairs I've sat on. I don't go and say, oh its bad to generalise and lets take a good look at this thing that looks like a chair before I sit down.

People CAN be classified, and psychological profiling tests like Myers-Briggs rely precisely on this fact. I tend to be an ISTJ and am scarily similar to other ISTJs I have met. Such generalisations can be very useful in relationships of any sort as it helps us to understand and accept each other.

But there are other sorts of generalisations which are based not on statistical sampling but inter-group hatred. People tend to gather into groups according to criteria such as location, race, beliefs etc., and this results in a natural wariness and often even enmity between people of different groupings. These are the ones to watch out for.

We have this vague definition of what is normal and fear anything that does not fit this mould. Yet normal is the dreary average - is that really what we want to be? I'd much rather be a funky upper percentile, wouldn't you?

But I digress. My mum says that men with rings on their little finger are vain, and I reckon she's right. :)

Lo


I have a low patience threshold at the best of times but today was the limit.

Blah, blah, blah ... vision statement ... blah, blah, blah, ... synergistic thinking .... blah, blah, blah ... I haven't really achieved anything but look at my wonderful blue sky thinking ... blah, blah, blah ... look I can do Powerpointless presentations with transitions and dull text ... blah, blah, blah.

And all this when I should have been catching one of my rare evening trains home.

So afterwards I strode to the station, fuming, muttering as I do about the self-inflated oxygen wasters in that meeting, when lo and behold a direct train to my home town had been delayed 15 minutes by some missing driver and was waiting just for me.

I say lo and behold because it felt vaguely Biblical. "And lo God did provide a train for his faithful servant."

Of course I don't really believe God did that just for me, particularly as my muttering was not full of blessing, but it was nice to have a train anyway, so thank you Lord for the way it worked out.

This blog is a bit devoid of spiritual content at the moment, because that's the way I feel, but that's for another time. My train is almost home.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Air Hockey

Who needs a dining room table? :)

Air hockey rocks!

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Swan Lake


When other kids were playing Superman, I was running around our garden with a cape playing an evil sorcerer and singing the Swan Lake theme at the top of my voice.

I blame (and thank) my parents for this. They were both classical musicians and raised us on classical music. The rockiest I ever got was Queen.

That's all changed now as daily I discover artists every one else seems to already know.

I felt like sharing Eva Cassidy's "Fields of Gold" and "Somewhere over the Rainbow" with you today in case you've missed out.



Saturday, February 14, 2009

Valentine? Ugh!


I hate Valentine's Day.

Its like when one is eating out with a loved one on a romantic date and some girl wanders by with a bunch of severely overpriced roses and asks if the man would like to buy one for the lady. Its a lose-lose situation. Buy the rose and you've been swindled, don't buy the rose and you are an unromantic cheap-skate!

So some years I buy my wife some flowers the day before Valentine's day, just to make a point that I love her on non commercially hijacked days too. She understands this.

But I made an exception this year. Following my birthday gift disaster I felt I needed to make up, but we're still not really talking, so I settled on this superb compromise.

A card that asked the question: "Be mine?"

No soppy declarations of undying love, though these things are true, just a simple question.

And.... my piece de resistance.

A sparkly.

Yep, a pearl pendant intertwined in two gold orbs.

I can hear men all over the world berating me for letting the side down, but I was desperate. I want my wife back. And it was only 9ct gold so don't panic.

Why a pearl?

Because like our marriage, a pearl's beauty is birthed in suffering. Get it?

I'm feeling pretty pleased with myself as you can tell, which is usually a bad sign... I'll let you know how it goes.

Gift


When you've been married for as long as I have, you learn that some discussions are best avoided. For example, if asked do you like this dress, you never say "No", even if you hate it. You avoid answering this dangerous question by saying something like "I liked the other one more."

Now as for gifts, us husbands and dads very often get things like coffee mugs emblazoned with phrases like "World's Greatest Dad" or "Hot Stuff", or ties, or useless gizmos for the office, and even though the gifts are not quite what we would have liked, we smile and thank our loved ones graciously. They love us and we love them, and this is how it works.

So it was was my birthday, and as expected I got some chocolates and a mug, but I also got an air hockey table!? At first I thought, superb!! But then I thought, where's the dining room table?

Then I asked, "Where's the dining room table?"
She said, "Its outside."
"In the snow?" I asked incredulously.
"Yep," she replied as if I was asking a stupidly obvious question.
"But its snowing!"
"We don't want the table anymore."
"We don't?"
"No, we'll eat off the air hockey table. I'll buy matching chairs. Its time to modernise our decor."

So what would you have done?

I threw a wobbly and my wife and I have not been talking for days. I violated my cardinal staying married rule, but sometimes a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

Moving in the Spirit

Today I am happy to call myself a conservative Christian...

Monday, February 9, 2009

What next?


We're doing a series on the Last Days at our church, something I'm really enjoying since its an area I've avoided until now. There's probably some deep psychological reason for this but I think its mostly to do with Jesus' statements about not knowing when the hour will come.

The past two weeks we have covered death and what happens just after death. The gist of it is this: body dies, spirit goes either to Paradise or Hades/Sheol based on whether you are a believer or not, to be continued...

Some things bothered me.

Firstly, much reliance was made on clues that are in the parable of the rich man and Lazarus. I worry about this because its a parable, so for example are the spirits really talking, thirsty etc?

Secondly, judgment seems to begin now, not at some future date when we are all gathered as per Revelation.

If you have any good links on these subjects, do send them my way.

Friday, February 6, 2009

I'm not dead!



In case you're wondering, I'm still here, but spend most of my blogging time churning out Preludes for my Diary of an Old Fart. These will get blended with the diary entries and bundled as a book to be called Last Days or something similar.

Then we'll see if anyone wants to publish it.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Merger

This blog will going forward include all my posts from Mulled Writings, which is going to be deleted NOW.


Editor: its become clear from the comments that this post is as clear as mud. What I meant to say was this: I will be moving all my creative writing posts from Mulled Writings to this blog and discontinuing Mulled Writings. You may get the occasional post here that is fictional, but don't let that trouble you - I make the rest up anyway. ;-)