This coming year, 2016, I shall endeavour to do, and be, Quality…

Which, when I put it like that, sounds a bit strange.

Trashy, as in trash talk, is not quality. Mediocre efforts aren’t quality. Not being human and not being honest but especially not being kind, aren’t quality.

So the plan is to be more kind, more intolerant of the intolerable, and to endeavour to produce only quality in my endeavours. Good old fashioned word that: endeavour.

Triggered by this blog…

(‘Triggered’ a new use of the word with a new, yet equally sinister, repressive meaning, as in ‘trigger alert’: this might upset)

“So what we need to do is ask ourselves the question that Robert Pirsig asked in his classic Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (1974): what is quality? Don’t be fooled by appearances or first impressions: this is not just an abstract or philosophical question, suitable for polite discussion with a glass of red wine in the evening. It’s an existential pursuit, inseparable from the search for true values. If taken with full seriousness, and if deeply understood (and I don’t pretend that I’m so successful in doing either, for it’s very hard to do) it will claim the whole of our lives and determine all that we do. We might ask this question explicitly, or just implicitly, perhaps using different terms, or expressing it through action rather than through words. But it will still be the pursuit of quality.

“So that is my suggestion for a light to guide us towards the exit of a long tunnel that, admittedly, I have been painting in very dark colors. Perhaps it’s not much, but it’s the best I have to offer. It is not an answer but a question – not a fixed goal to be reached, but an open path towards the future. If we stop asking this question – because we have lost interest or just don’t see the point – then I’m afraid it’s all over with us. But I don’t think that will happen. Even with “brain change” working against us, I have to believe that the search for quality is just too deeply ingrained in what it means to be human. Even with the daily attacks of hypnosis by the popular media, to which we are all exposed, human beings will keep looking for values and meaning – simply because we cannot help ourselves. So I guess that’s my message for the New Year: Stay awake! Let’s refuse to be fooled. Let’s not allow ourselves to be lulled into compliance with a meaningless world made of markets and data, for though it dominates the present, it literally has no future: nothing to strive or hope for. Let’s keep using our imagination to look for what’s real.”

http://wouterjhanegraaff.blogspot.nl/2015/12/perspective-2016.html

Ludic Instrumentalism2: The Revenge…….Through ‘self-initiated cognitive activity’ we become human.

“Such is the context for understanding well-meaning folks (like me) whose lamentations about diminishing opportunities for play tend to include a defensive list of its practical benefits.  Play is “children’s work!”  Play teaches academic skills, advances language development, promotes perspective taking, conflict resolution, the capacity for planning, and so on.  To drive the point home, Deborah Meier wryly suggested that we stop using the word play altogether and declare that children need time for “self-initiated cognitive activity.””

“Kids need careful adult guidance and instruction before they are able to play in a productive way.”

WTF?

“The point of play is that it has no point.  I didn’t know whether to laugh or shudder when I read this sentence in a national magazine:  “Kids need careful adult guidance and instruction before they are able to play in a productive way.”[5]  But I will admit that I, too, sometimes catch myself trying to justify play in terms of its usefulness.”

https://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/answer-sheet/post/how-childrens-play-is-being-sneakily-redefined/2011/11/15/gIQAMNjdPN_blog.html

 

Through ‘self-initiated cognitive activity’ we become human.

Am I committing the sin of Ludic Instrumentalism when I say that “Through play we become human”?

Since I said that ‘becoming human’ thing a few years back in the piece I wrote with Penny Wilson and Mo Palmer, the great Peter Gray has made the same point in his blog (just so you know, I said it first).
The point is this: children learn how to get along with each other through the many daily interactions with other people, big or little, going about their daily business. Being told off in a shop, being smiled at, play fighting that goes wrong, unkind remarks from others, making peace, etc.

(Only a small part of that is the over-vaunted ‘rough and tumble’ play, which is a thing mainly confined to boys. Especially boys around seven or eight (and older, given half a chance, and, while I’m in a bracket, why, o why, do Americans call it ‘roughhousing’? Is it related to a lack of housing? Sleeping rough? Two nations separated by a common language.)

You could reify these rubbing-along together processes as ‘socialisation’, but that implies a slightly sinister process driven by an adult societal agenda. It also implies a desirable monoculture. In reality, that sort of so-called state socialisation delivered by professionals often fails, else everybody would have 2.4 children, live in a semi in Swindon, watch Xfactor and not listen to The Cure and wear black from head to toe, and not like Corbyn. Any sane society, so not North Korea then, has to learn to get along with alt-cultures (sub-cultures is a bit disrespectful, isn’t it?). Periodically this lesson has to be re-learnt by the state. Black people in Ferguson seem to have got that point across to the Police and City Hall, eventually.

I prefer to talk about ‘getting along with each other’.

This summer, a bunch of kids, some live in my street, some from just round the corner in the next street, have been joyfully rampaging up and down. There’s a little plot of ground at the bottom of our street, opposite the old garages and near the two big houses down the little un-tarmacced road. As well as screaming, playing chasy games, riding bikes, having races, wheel-based and pedal, and standing and sitting about, the kids have been building a farm for most of the summer. Here it is:

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Inevitably the noise of them screaming drove an invalid (not happy with that term either, he isn’t not-valid, he is chronically ill) to call the Old Bill. He has the misfortune to live opposite the home of a couple of the kids, and the group just happens to hang outside their house. There’s a low wall outside, perfect for sitting on or leaning against. So the din is at its worst just outside his front window. You have to feel sorry for him, and I do. The noise is terrific when they briefly appear outside my house on bikes and scooters. Joyful, brightens my day, but not all the time.

The plastic Plod handled it quite well actually, if you accept the dominant narrative that children are a nuisance, don’t have Article 31 rights or indeed any rights to legitimately use public spaces, are always in the wrong, don’t need to be listened to and are incompetent to look after themselves and therefore mustn’t play in the road because they’ll be run over. Given that the street is tiny and narrow and stuffed with parked cars, the average speed of traffic can’t be more than 10 miles an hour (I checked my own speedo), so that’s basically a convenient ‘lie to children’, to apply pressure to get them to not play in the street. No point in talking to them as thinking reasonable social beings, just herd then along with some flannel.

In the interest of fairness, there actually is one guy who occasionally whizzes up and down the street like a nutter; but despite him, nobody has died. The kids learnt quickly to keep an eye for each other, as ever. Are the plod interested in catching this turbonutter? I asked them: no, not really.

Thanks to the intervention of the Bill, not a lot has between learnt here in terms of intergenerational relations. Missed opportunity. The kids keep to the bottom end near the spare ground. The two who live at the house opposite the complainant seem not to be out as much, and the two from round the corner aren’t often seen.

Now, these two friendly and sociable little kids are, shall we say, of a non-pasty skin colour, unlike moi —I’m  a sort of off-white with a pinkish cast. This prompted one of my neighbours, a good neighbour, to refer to them obliquely by saying that the area had become more multi-cultural’. She was correct, IMHO, to attribute this to the ‘buy to let’ phenomenon, aka the rise of an exploitative rentier class. If you are a hard lefty, feel free to call my neighbour a racist; I prefer the term ‘ignorant’. The established locals round here, a mix of Welsh and Northern English, are friendly, tolerant, look out for each other, live and let live, keep an eye out, hold your parcels for you, tell you when you leave your lights on, hold a key in case of emergencies, always say hello in the street, or wave from their car, often pause for a chat, give advice on builders, and are the nicest people you could ever hope to have as neighbours. Oh, and some of them are a bit elderly and a bit scared, and don’t like change and think that people with different skin colour are some sort of vague threat. So let’s call them ignorant, and reserve the term racist for actual thugs, Donald Trump, the Daily Mail, the Sun, frothing at the mouth loonies on Question Time, the BNP and Hitler. Come on, live and let live, it’ll work out OK. Humans are cool.

Oh, and in case I forget, here’s some evidence that learning soft skills, like getting on with grownups when you play in the street and make a noise, might mean that you don’t grow up to be a mentalist or a criminal.

http://www.npr.org/sections/health-shots/2015/12/17/459873281/learning-soft-skills-in-childhood-can-prevent-harder-problems-later

Am I committing the sin of Ludic Instrumentalism when I say that “Through play we become human”?   Does that go against the idea of ‘Play for its own sake’?  I ask because I’m not sure. So please comment.

Merry Christmas to all the children and all the grown-ups everywhere, even Donald Trump.

Humans are cool. Be kind. Even to the Trump.

Reinventing science? From open source to open science | Integration and Implementation Insights

http://i2insights.org/2015/12/16/reinventing-science-from-open-source-to-open-science/

To all my chums in universities, read this.

And anyone else who likes thinking.

Memeset [mémsît] n, neologism

A ‘memeset’ is a structured, related, group of words or phrases, developed to crisply express and communicate an idea or ideas in the context of an interaction between one or more people. The term tends to be applied to the task of persuasion in a teaching or selling context.

This neologism was coined by Arthur Battram in conversation with Rory Heap in 2015, as part of the development of Navcom2: consensual communication.