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Depression & Health, Politics, Poetry, Art & Science, Work & Play, Children, Blogging & Media, Customer serviceJune 29, 2007 2:34 pm

Apologies for missing the promised publication date.

I said I’d publish the Editorial Policy of "From Bath to Cork with Baby Grace" at the start of every month.  The June deadline was missed, for reasons I forget.  The editor goes on holiday to Lahinch tomorrow.  There might be no blog for two weeks.  No publication is promised.  Anything from County Clare will be a bonus.

Another result of reading Andrew Keen: I think it even more important to have an editorial policy, and to be open to scrutiny by readers. 

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Omaniblog Editorial Policy and Rationale: 

 

 1. This is “From Bath to Cork with Baby Grace” otherwise know as “Omaniblog“. The editor is known as Omani. (The editor is not a citizen of Oman. His recent ancestors were from Cork but he was born in Limerick, Ireland.)  

2. The editor is responsible for content. Listens to all readers and wants Comments, please. (The Comment function on here is not simple enough. Please persist. All comments are moderated: this takes time. No Spam, or unfunny abuse, will be published.)

3. The blog is published Monday to Friday, except Irish Bank Holidays,. (If this blog is forced to take a break, readers will be offered recommended alternatives by the editor.)

4. The first aim was to publish before 10am. (From now on any time will do.)

5. This is a "Personal" Blog. (Primary inspiration will be the life, experience, thoughts, worries, feelings, fantasies, art and spiritual life of Omani. Everything said about anyone else is a projection by the author. Political opinions and rants, reports about the lives of others - especially Baby Grace and  Omaniblog family - and miscellaneous posts are written in a spirit of experimental writing. 

6. The inspiring genius for this Personal Blog is the poetry of Walt Whitman, especially the first edition of “Leaves of Grass” (1855). The lines “… I dote on myself…. there is that lot of me, and all so lucious, Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy.” convey the sense of working from the personal to the artistic, from the individual to the whole, that has sustained the editor.

7. There are other inspiring geniuses, like Abraham Lincoln & Cesar Manrique & Albert Einstein, and others that remain to be discovered. (Einstein is a recent discovery.)

8. This blog is written for Grace, daughter of the author. Everything published must be able to be given to her later, without the slightest trace of shame or guilt. The shame and guilt of the author will be laid in front of her without shame or guilt.

9. Posts will be as short as possible. When the editor is rushed, the post will be long-winded. Each month, there will be a good number of really short posts, about the length of Nietzsche’s average aphorism. This is a continuing aspiration.

10. For 2007, the main topic will be Depression

11. Omaniblog welcomes Guest Bloggers but cannot afford to pay for posts.  This is a platform for fresh ideas. (To be published here, all you need to do is write a Post in the form of a Comment; make it clear that you would like it published, and Bob’s your uncle.

12. The monthly report of Performance against Aspiration has been a complete disaster. The promise to produce it is withdrawn. (The person responsible for writing it has been sacked, not paid off.)

There will never be more than 12 editorial guidelines. All such guidelines are there to be challenged and celebrated.

Thank you very much for reading this.


Work & Play, Blogging & Media, Customer serviceJune 28, 2007 4:30 pm

When Damien Mulley published his post about Sky Handling Partners, I felt angry about the apparent abuse of corporate power.

I got involved and commented several times on Damien’s blogI also wrote about it here. I noticed lots of people, like me, jumping on the bandwagon condemning the company. 

A tiny little voice inside me whispered :  ‘are you sure you should accept this at face value? how well do you know Damien?  what do you know about his agenda, his mission, his intentions?  why do you trust him?’

I don’t really want to write about Damien…

I’m using this case as an example of how easy it is to be seduced by the excitement of the blogosphere.  I accepted the word of a blogger about whom I knew precious little.  All I had in front of me was an unsubstantiated allegation.  To this moment, I don’t know whether Damien is prepared to test the issue in a court of law.

The reputation of the company, the livelihood of employees, the mental health of many people might be at stake.

Reading Andrew Keen made me acutely aware of the risk of following a mob baying for blood. 

I’m not proud of myself for doing what I did.  I could have confined my remarks to a search for more evidence as to what happened.  I could have asked for corroboration (like:  anyone else present when it happened? are you prepared to stand over this allegation by taking legal action?).

Andrew Keen points out how easy it is to damage reputations on the internet.  On down the line are people earning their living, doing the necessary job of unloading baggage and searching for lost items.

Was I right to take the blogger’s word for it? 

It takes time, effort and money to build up a successful business which wins contracts from airlines.  Did I intemperately put all that at risk by lending my weight to one blogger’s cause?

You can see that Keen has got to me.  He has pricked my conscience.   What do you think?

Poetry, Art & Science, Work & Play, Blogging & Media 10:13 am

Right at the start of this fierce polemic, Andrew Keen recounts the story of how he met an internet evangelist in San Francisco in 1999.

The evangelist described his new software:

"It’s MySpace meets YouTube meets Wikipedia meets Google, 

on steroids."

Keen was working on his polemic, and described the destructive impact of all that digital revolution on culture, economy and values:

"It’s ignorance meets egoism meets bad taste meets mob rule,

on steroids."

That’s the intro to this great book.  At once it is opinionated, judgemental, argumentative and thought-provoking…

I got so much thought from reading it that there is no way I could write one piece about it. 

So I resolve to write a series of post-it notes

It’s not that I agree with Andrew Keen.  That’s much less important than the experience of being provoked into thinking about the future of our culture. 

ps  (I use the ‘our’ word in full awareness that it is a nonsense: there being no one culture in which we all share…)

Also, I see that Tom Raftery has taken this book on holiday with him.  His view will be worth reading too. 

Work & Play, Blogging & Media, Customer serviceJune 27, 2007 5:04 pm

"How today’s internet is killing our culture and assaulting our economy"

I bought this book on impulse in Cork airport and read it all over the weekend.

Hardly ever have I read a serious book so quickly, and covered it in highlighting pen and margin marks.

If I ruled the world, I’d make this book compulsory reading for all bloggers, all Web2.0 nuts, all social networking fans.
 

The last words in Andrew Keen’s book are:

"… Instead, let’s use technology in a way that encourages innovation, open communication, and progress, while simultaneously preserving professional standards of truth, decency, and creativity.  That’s our moral obligation. It’s our debt to both the past and the future." 

Thus ends one fabulous tirade against blogging, MySpace, internet piracy, YouTube, and lots of other stuff to which I’ve never given enough thought.

Without stealing his intellectual copyright, I’ll say more about this book when I have time.  But, meanwhile, let me recommend it as controversial, polemical, trenchant and a strong read. 

 

You can  read more of Andrew Keen here… 

Work & Play, Children, Customer serviceJune 26, 2007 9:48 am

I’m in Edinburgh.

My son Jacob is graduating from university, after getting a degree in environmental science.

This is a family gathering.  My first wife, and son number two, are here too.  It’s a very long time since the four of us were together.

I flew in with Aer Arann, the company that today (Monday) starts a partnership with Sky Handing Partners (of recent Damien Mulley fame). 

 

Edinburgh Airport is just as dirty

and covered with cigarette butts outside the terminus door, as Cork. When I got through the non-existent customs and security, the express bus service into the centre was ready to go.  A customer service assistant woman helped me with maps and advice.   She told me I better change on Princes Street  to a bus number 10.  It was great to be back in Scotland, great to be back in UK.  Even though I’m gradually settling down in Cork, I still miss the UK.  It’ll probably be another five years before I become comfortable in Ireland.

Familial greetings, a quick change into a fresh shirt, and we were off …

in a taxi to drinks at 11am with Jacob’s girlfriend.  Her parents, brother & sister, and friends…  I’d never met those eight people.  The senior men work in Russia.  They are involved in the oil industry.  Both have lived in Moscow for at least 15 years.  One of them said he met John Lloyd (FT correspondent who used to report from Russia, and with whom I used to be friends).  The brother, a young man, who analyses rock samples collected by oil prospectors, told me all about his job.  The stuff he analyses is drawn up from up to two miles down in a cylinder. It’s then cut into manageable chunks ( I imagined a sausage being sliced) and stored for analysis.  Just the thought of rock being hauled up from that far down, and analysed to predict what would happen if you ‘fractured’ it, was riveting.  He explained the process so well that I could form a mental picture, a film, of it all.  I don’t mix enough with scientists…


Next, we all took a minibus to Rhubarb. 

Rhubarb is a special place.  I’d never heard of it but I recommend it to anyone who likes eating in beautiful places.


After lunch/dinner of several hours, more photographs, we were driven on to Dome (a fancy bar in downtown Edinburgh) for several rounds of drink and chat.  I did well on a mix of dry martini and pints of Guinness. (By this I mean I didn’t fall asleep or even get tired.) By the time we finished, I’d invited several people to stay in Cork, or anywhere else in Ireland, so we could continue the fun.  I’d heard about Paddy Power – not the whiskey or the betting man -  the Irish oil man.  I do hope I meet him.


This morning, more champagne at the faculty reception before conferring…  

Lunch in a basic cafe, and photos of the son in his robe…  I never graduated.  In 1971, I boycotted the ceremony because I saw it as a bourgeois distraction from the class struggle.  I refused to go, and my parents had the good sense not to ask me to go through the ritual for their benefit. 


So here I am, 36 years later, proud as punch of my son who has done so well, delighted and excited to photograph him in the regalia and reflect on the importance of milestones.  I certainly think I was rigidly arrogant in those days.  It would be nice to have a photo of me standing beside my father and mother on UCD graduation.  But that’s my loss…

 Today’s been a day for total celebration, and we four were photographed together.  I’ll show that one to Grace some day.


On Monday evening, I haven’t the energy to do more than sit and write. 

No will to hit the town again.  There’s some firewall between me and the internet, so I write in MSWord planning to upload this in the morning, before catching the 1205 home to Cork.

Work & Play, Children, Blogging & Media, Customer serviceJune 22, 2007 4:08 pm

If so, you should read this, in the context of Damien Mulley’s drama with Sky Handling Partners.

 …

Oh, bloody hell, I’ve just realised I’m due to fly to Edinburgh with Air Arann on Sunday.  I’m not taking any bags.

Or maybe I’ll be OK on the way over.  The change over to Sky Handling Partners doesn’t start until Monday 25th.

But how’ll I get home again on Tuesday? 

Poetry, Art & Science, Work & Play, Blogging & Media 9:24 am

The most intellectually stretching blog I read is this one.

Dave Snowden, founder & chief scientific officer,  is extraordinarily prolific.  He write more treatices than I write poems.

Most of all I like the feeling that I’ve been to a gym for my intellect. 

Work & Play, Blogging & Media, Customer service 8:55 am

If you have any interest in PR, business, corporate leadership, corporate social responsibility (CSR), reputation, shareholder value, disasters, fraud, crime, storytelling, virtual communities, Damien Mulley’s sex life, his baggage, bad language, Sky, your own baggage

or if you just want to watch history being made…

log on to this link and enjoy the ride.  (The full story includes another link and  this link too.  This is far from over.)

I’m so glad I found out about it early on.  But I’ve become hooked and there are other things to do in life.  Man cannot live by blogging alone…

I’m off to meet a potential client today: an MD of a group of companies.  We are going to talk about leadership.

Depression & Health, Politics, Work & PlayJune 21, 2007 10:01 pm

According to the Sunday Tribune, John McCarthy has got "a substantial sum" from a charity to research and pubicise the impact of ECT on Irish people.

If this is true, it’s very good news.

John is passionate on behalf of people within the Irish mental health system. 

He is a great speaker and writer.  He is never satisfied with the status quo.  He knows what he talks about.  His book, to be published presumably in 2008

 
"may also lead to litigation against psychiatrists and hospitals for personal injury claims, as is now occurring in the US"

according to Ali Bracken’s full page piece in Sunday Tribune (17 June 2007).

I know John a bit.  I did a tiny bit to help his recent general election campaign, in which he got about 700 votes in Cork North Central. But it is good to see John keep going.  Good to see him carve out a wider  role in Irish pubic life.  We need grumpy, unsatisfied people like John McCarthy, people who are not fobbed off by promises that reform is just around the corner, people who are not content with the half-full glass.

One Foundation is the charity that’s put up the money for the research.  John is going to "travel the country and meet people who say they have been adversely affected by ECT or been mistreated generally within the mental-health services." 

I’m scared of ECT.  I don’t mind admitting it.  ‘One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest‘ scared me, I must look at it again. (I love Jack Nicholson)

It’s no good telling me it did Paul Durcan’s poetry no harm.  Or Slyvia Plath or Yves Saint Laurent…

As far as I’m concerned, ECT’s too violent to be good for mental health, even if there are exceptions to this general rule.

I’d love someone who’s had it to come on here and educate me. 

Work & Play, Customer serviceJune 20, 2007 6:57 pm

Imagine you’re an employee of a big company. 

Your boss comes to you and asks you to do this. 

 
What would you do?

Is there a whistle-blower in you? 

Politics 3:39 pm

Thank goodness I didn’t include Vincent Browne in my recent caustic comments.

I named Fintan O’Toole, Sarah Carey and Kevin Myers as guilty of misleading people.

Now, I’m delighted to see Vincent Browne express a like view on politics in The Irish Times today.

See what you think…  I’ve written a comment to the caustic post.

I don’t know Vincent Brown’s work well enough to know whether our congruence is coincidental, or typical.

Work & Play 10:36 am

That mould-breaking and mould-setting blogger Annette Clancy made me think, again.

After I misunderstood her, I thought it might be interesting to post part of a design I’m working on for a client.

This is early stage planning.  I’ve had the slimmest of briefs.  I shall talk a lot more to the client before delivery.  Hopefully there will be a delivery.

__________

 

Brieflet (the brief I was given):

“a half day for 60 [people]  in Ireland covering:

Positive attitude, performance improvement, motivation of [people].   It would need to have a [occupational] workload slant.

 

Landscaping (what I’ve written as my first  response):

·         What’s the work of a [person in that occupation]?

·         What sort of load do [they] carry today?

·         Its shape, its weight, its purpose…?

We have all been taught.  Right from the start.  We can’t get away from teachers.  We carry them inside us. We internalise them.  They speak to us every day.

To live is to be taught.

Negative attitudes, performance deterioration, de-motivating students… are these the drivers that propel teachers on?  Or is it only the positive side that motivates?   Is the shadow welcome?

How do teachers learn?

·         We all need supporting

Who teaches the teachers?     Who’s there for students?

Is it all a performance?    Teaching as a performance art?

Let she who is most motivated pick up the stone, and take it out of the way of the student: motivating as a boulder-removal company…

·         The company of teachers: what are its key performance indicators?

Might competing visions sit together in the staff common room?

Might there be eating & drinking in diversity?

Are teachers really overloaded?

Is there enough time for the important, and, if so, where is it hidden?

How can you end this issue without closing it down?

Process:  I’ll invent a process which travels over this landscape, without leaving any casualties… when I have spoken to a few more teachers from different walks of the life

________ 

I would love to have comments. 

Depression & Health 9:26 am

This is a continuation of an earlier post…

I’m thinking of a serious bout of depression, rather than a day when I feel down, and then bounce back.

Why do I get depressed?

Something big happens.  I feel overwhelmed by it.  It dominates me.  It possesses me and I feel out of control.  I feel so out of control, and I become powerless.  I lose my power and sense of self-control.  I unravel.  My confidence spirals downward.  I become enfeebled, as if I was going back into an infant state.  I become lost and empty.  I lose myself and become surrounded by things that scare me.  The anxiety comes to dominate me.  I can’t move.  I don’t want to move.  I can only feel, and the feeling I feel is so awful that it is painful to live.  Living become ‘nightmareish’.  I go so far down that returning seems impossible.  I become convinced that I am finished.  Become convinced I wasn’t ever really a solid person.  I didn’t have those skills, those interests.  My memory is gone.  It is as if I never was.  As if whatever I was was a figment of my imagination, a fraud. I can no longer believe that anyone loves me because whatever it is they love it wasn’t me. I become sure there can be no way back.  It goes on and on…

I better stop. I began with ‘why?’ and I drifted into describing, re-living (but re-living it safely, thank goodness) the experience and how it spirals. 

That’s not the whole story.

That’s how one sort of depression begins for me.  That sort begins with a big emotional upset (like the loss of a child, a parent, a job, a friend, a dream…, an innocence, an integrity, a freedom).

The other sort I know begins suddenly, as if it comes from nowhere.

I overdo it.  Commit myself in many directions. I am having fun, too much fun and excitement. I seem to have loads of energy and an ability to apply myself all over the place.  I have almost never felt better. I wake up one day and things don’t feel right.  It all starts to feel peculiar.  Not quite right.  Slowly, this persists.  By later the same day, I feel disturbed: things used to be so good.  Now there is a knot in my stomach and it won’t go away, even if I go out and get involved in more exciting things.  It nags, it bothers, it won’t go away.  I try to sleep it off. I wake with it.  But there has been a ratchet. And the spiral downwards comes on in earnest.

The difference between the two types

is that with the first one I have a feeling that I know where it came from.  I can’t prevent it.  The knowledge doesn’t prevent it or protect me or give me hope of recovering.  The seond type is a mystery.  I have many theories about it.  It may be that I’ve got tired, depleted my resources without realising it.  It may be that I have a deep-seating trouble buried in my emotional core which I may not ever know about, or suspect.  I may be paranoid or I may not be paranoid: I may be psychotic, or on the edge of psychosis.. Certainly I’m neurotic…

That’ll do for now.  That’s my best shot at summarising what I know about the cause of depression.  But I do know a few books that have put it well.

Depression & Health, Children, Blogging & Media 8:02 am

I woke this morning feeling I’d had a dream.

Only I couldn’t find the dream. All I could find was something that felt like a memory: I’m convinced that, sometime in the last two days, some woman asked me

"And why do you think we get depressed, Omani?"

This woman’s voice has no face.  I can’t place her. I don’t know why I’m sure it was a woman.

My usual reaction to ‘Why’ questions is to not like them:

I find them very hard to answer.  I find myself rehersing a reply that goes something like this…

"Because it was raining the Tuesday I was conceived, and during the pregnancy my mother and father didn’t get on all that well.  The business was going through a lean spell and by the time it came to birthing me my mother was inclined to avoid emotional issue in favour of a practical managerial stance on every problem.  Besides that I found it hard to adjust to having a brother and the first woman I tried to kiss slapped me in the face, so I have a deeply ingrained streak of anxiety that there will be a sudden catastrophe for which I better make provision, just like I did before my first marriage. That certainly was followed by a lot of trouble on Fridays, POETS Day (piss off early tomorrow’s saturday…) and so on…"

In other words, I respond to ‘Why’ questions by immercing myself in so much detail from the past that I give up on causality, in favour of chronology.

The Wiffe loves ‘Why’ questions.

I see her as a person who is so fluent and fluid with ‘whys’ that she was sent to meet me, and remind me of the beauty of difference.  The universe decreed that Omani should meet his difference in the form of a beautiful woman who asks him ‘why’ all the time.

Why am I writing about this?  I ask myself.  For some reason, the question ‘why do we get depressed?’ got  through to me.

I think it’s about time I had a go at answering it without the aid of books.

I’ve been writing about depression all year, albeit it with increasing gaps between the posts recently. It is time for a bit of consolidation, time I pulled it all together, time I had a look at what I’ve got inside ready to come out.

So I’m going to do it after I’ve had a shower, in a separate post.  Because I find really long posts hard to read: they require me to have a fund of energy in the tank, and some days, many days, I’d prefer hang out longer at Basecamp 3 before slipping out for the summit.

See you soon… 

Blogging & Media 12:14 am

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I wondered what this would look like.  I cut and pasted it from the blog statistics.

What an interesting cluster of questions.  I love you all, whoever you are. 

 

Blogging & Media 12:06 am

I think about this fairly often…

Here’s some background reading from USA on this topic: two valuable blogs in one.

Also I like to see a guest blogger at work.  It reminds me that:

I still hope to publish guest blogs on here.  Please. 

Politics, Work & PlayJune 19, 2007 11:37 pm

For anyone interested in how to influence the body politic and get things to change, this is a fabulous post, I think…

Depression & Health 1:46 am

I found this interesting blog about a difference between young girls and boys when it comes to depression…

Politics, Work & PlayJune 18, 2007 5:53 pm

There is a huge misunderstaning abroad about politics in Ireland.

Such misunderstanding is rampant in the work of the best political commentators in the country.  Fintan O’Toole, Sarah Carey, Kevin Myers et al exhibit a phenomenal blind spot I wish to point out.

They write about personalities, Bertie, Trevor, Enda, Mary et al, and their parties.  They propagate & perpetuate the notion that : if only the right person were in the right place, at the right time, and took the right decision, things would be much better.

Nothing is further from the truth.  

A seismic shift is what we need in conservation, health, and wealth creation & management.

Those personalities are irrelevant to this.

It is the voice of the people that counts and determines the direction of the society. 

For example: it doesn’t matter whether the Greens go into government or not.  It is the quality of debate among, and pressure from, the people that matters. Look at the Galway case study: the people don’t care enough about their water, so life continues with smelly and infectious water from taps. (And there is lots more poor water around the country.)

We need passionate and committed voices prepared to take action to back up their opinions.

By writing about political personalities, the commentators are lazy and risk averse, superficial and polite.

I wish we had a much more profound challenge to a culture based on the belief that :

we should not trust politicians and civil servants to run things on our behalf. 

I mean any politicians.  We would all be better off if we were more suspicious of all of them, and their supporters.

More protest action, more people motivated to switch off their big brother, and go find like-minded and disgruntled citizens with whom to share and grow concerns.

We need a lot more ‘the-glass-is-half-empty people. 

Who has a cabinet seat, or a bicycle followed by a merc is froth.

I feel relieved… now that I’ve written that. 

I don’t mind if no one agrees with me.  I’d love if others did. 

There.  I’ve said what I’ve wanted to say for ages.  I can relax now, and go stir things up in another arena. 

Poetry, Art & Science, Children 8:50 am

 This one appeals to me…

"I suggest that the only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little further down our particular path than we have gone ourselves…"

 E M Forster 

Thank you Dave.

 

I find myself

being ready now

to read that book

I was made to read at school

 

Politics, Poetry, Art & Science, Blogging & MediaJune 17, 2007 11:18 pm

What better way to celebrate Fathers’ Day than to launch a new blog authored by father & son…

One son (son number two) is about to start drama school in London.  He’s got into Drama Centre London. I am so proud of his achievement in being selected.

He came up with an idea for a drama about Al Capone and Richard III.  Actually I think I got the Al Capone and he added the Richard III - but I might be wrong.

The blog is called ‘Al Capone & Richard III Coming to Life‘. 

What is special about this is that he and I are going to write a play together - in public, on the blog - and we are going to include all the process, from the start.  Eventually, the dialogue will be written in public too.

So far, there are two posts, with a few comments from us. This is the first time the link address is being made public (@2320 today).

We are inviting everyone to be interested

and to contribute to the creative process by commenting, offering suggestions, critique and absolutely anything you want to say.  You’ll see that the blog has barely begun…

We have no idea how long this will take, from inception to the Royal Court, the Everyman or the Abbey…

Does anyone know of a similar father & son project, written by blogging? 

If so, please visit us and let us know.
 

From time to time, I’ll publicise the project on ‘From Bath to Cork with Baby Grace’, but as ‘writedramatogether‘ (our authorial name) we will have to live under our own steam.

Please come over there and leave us a few opening comments

even if you think we’re crazy to attempt this, especially if you think we are dotty. 

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