Conflict minerals and the coming gadget fest…

Just saw this on Brian McLaren’s blog-

Gadgetmass is almost upon us, and so it might be a good time to remind ourselves that our electronic consumables have a hidden cost to people who will never get to use them.

I was rooting in some cupboards the other day in our house, and came across a graveyard for gadgets- sad scratched plastic in amongst a tangle of chargers for devices long lost or discarded.

A kind of monument to over-consumption, waste and our unsustainable lifestyle.

That was bad enough- but the clip above made me think about what these things are actually made from.

There are more details, and a chance to respond directly to technology companies on this website.

Or you could just keep the mobile you already have. It still works doesn’t it?

Assange- information age hero or fake messiah?

I do not often blog about current affairs- most things in life need a little reflection before weighing in with more words. But have you been following the strange story of Wikileaks and its charismatic leader Julian Assange? It is one of those stories that might yet come to define something about our time- capturing for those yet to come the spirit of our age…

In a previous post I wondered if wikileaks could be compared to the protest songs of the 1960’s- an internet age focus for counter-cultural critique and social justice. Freedom proclaimed through computer hacking and information stealing.

Wikileaks has accumulated awards as quickly as it has raised the hackles of the most powerful people in the world. It has tweaked the tail of the war mongers and the profit makers, and they are not happy.

And when you offend these sort of interests, then you are marked. The shadows will always rustle.

But even when the timing of the attack on Assange leaves a hundred questions about whose interests are being served by the current media frenzy around his alleged sexual abusive activites in Sweden- even then the confusion over what is really going on remains.

If you want to know what Assange is actually accused of- then I suggest you check out this article in the Mail (I know, I know- but the Guardian does not seem to have been as keen to lay out the dirt.) While you are there, you can have a snigger at the sort of journalism that uses two photographs of the women involved that are totally pixelated out!

And so the lines are drawn. The Swedish prosecutors say that they have had no pressure from the USA, and the women involved say that they are merely interested in exposing Assange in his abusive attitudes towards women.

And Assange’s supporters see the whole thing as a CIA inspired honey trap- and have responded by cyber attacks on the Swedish prosecutors website (as well as attacks on Mastercard, Paypal and Visa.) Famous supporters like Ken Loach, Michael Moore and John Pilger put up money to help Assange with his legal bill- despite being labelled as ‘fans of cereal rapists’ by US conservative commentator Rush Limbaugh.

We will probably never know the truth of these allegations.

And as for Assange himself- his star has risen high- and so has far to fall. He is no Messiah, and his motives appear to be as mixed as the rest of us.

After my trawl through the tinternet looking for the marks made by this story, the only conclusions I have been able to reach are these-

To reveal the powerful in the miss use of their power is a brave and good thing.

As for the Internet Prophet himself- like most powerful messianic men, he has to face the problem of the possible miss use of personal power.

Think of the stories that have followed other men who have inspired us towards freedom- Martin Luther King, Kennedy, Mandela. All have faced scandals of a sexual nature. Some of them were trumped up in the dirty war fought against them- some were the consequence of the adulation, and the personal power accrued to men whose feet were clay, no matter how golden their heads become.

We live in interesting times.

DH Lawrence- ‘Shadows’…

I have just listened to this programme on D H Lawrence. Great fun- Mathew Paris and John Heggerty are always worth listening to.

I have always felt a slight kinship with Lawrence. He is english (rather than English) in the same way that I am- born a few miles from where I was born in Nottinghamshire, son of a miner and a mother with pretentions.

Only a slight kinship, because his star burned brighter from an early age. He was a creature of another age, whose restless energy took him round the world, but never quite to satisfaction.

Some of his poetry is sublime. Even if some of his writing, with it’s awkward sexual obsessions, is rather awful.

Here is one of his wonderful poems-

Shadows

And if tonight my soul may find her peace
in sleep, and sink in good oblivion,
and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower
then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.

And if, as weeks go round, in the dark of the moon
my spirit darkens and goes out, and soft strange gloom
pervades my movements and my thoughts and words
then I shall know that I am walking still
with God, we are close together now the moon’s in shadow.

And if, as autumn deepens and darkens
I feel the pain of falling leaves, and stems that break in storms
and trouble and dissolution and distress
and then the softness of deep shadows folding,
folding around my soul and spirit, around my lips
so sweet, like a swoon, or more like the drowse of a low, sad song
singing darker than the nightingale, on, on to the solstice
and the silence of short days, the silence of the year, the shadow,
then I shall know that my life is moving still
with the dark earth, and drenched
with the deep oblivion of earth’s lapse and renewal.

And if, in the changing phases of man’s life
I fall in sickness and in misery
my wrists seem broken and my heart seems dead
and strength is gone, and my life
is only the leavings of a life:

and still, among it all, snatches of lovely oblivion, and snatches
of renewal
odd, wintry flowers upon the withered stem, yet new, strange flowers
such as my life has not brought forth before, new blossoms of me

then I must know that still
I am in the hands of the unknown God,
he is breaking me down to his own oblivion
to send me forth on a new morning, a new man

 

 

Morning frost…

Through all of the recent snow, I have failed to take photographs.

I did have a couple of trips out into the staggeringly beautiful countryside, but each time, forgot the camera- which is rather unlike me, and perhaps a sign of how busy we have been over the last few weeks.

So to redress the balance, here a few shots taken on the drive over to Bute this morning…

Blair and Hitchens debate religion…

I have just listened to the debate on religion on radio 4 between Tony Blair (convert to Catholicism, former prime minister, invader of Iraq, possible war criminal) and Christopher Hitchens (writer, journalist, atheist, cancer sufferer).

They debated the proposition that ‘religion is a force for good in the world‘- you can listen again here.

I found myself in agreement with much of what Hichens had to say. He was witty, erudite and thoughtful.

Hitchens described faiths’ view of mankind as-

“…victims of a cruel experiment, in which we are created sick and then ordered to be well. Over us, to supervise is installed a dictatorship- a kind of celestial North Korea… But there is a cure- salvation at the low price of the surrender of your critical faculties.”

Blair was Blair- earnest, persuasive, but at the same time repetitive, on message, but a message that is degraded by our recent shared history. He spoke of the good that faith pours into the world, and how bigoted fundamentalists exist both within and without our institutions of faith.

Hitchens won the debate hands down for me- but that was more because his moral authority and his intelligence won against Blair- who is yet to be re-invented by history as many politicians are in the years after power.

I was left to reflect on my own faith- which has had to find a place within the powerful critique that Hitchens uses, but somehow still survives- is stronger even.

I am not alone. Many of us who have grown up trying to reconcile the irreconcilable have found that if you let go of trying to hold together the absolute truths- to stop the desperate defence of positions on Biblical authority, atonement, sexual sin etc etc- then we rediscover the hope that God is bigger than all of that.

And we turn again to Jesus.

Aoradh advent sky lantern launch…

We are just in after a our sky lantern launch.

It was lovely.

We have been passing out lanterns to community groups, and selling others for charity, and invited people to decorate them with prayers and hopes.

Here are a few pictures-

In the English subsoil…

I have just watched this film on BBC 4.

English folk dancing- it’s a joke up here in Scotland. The Celts celebrate their folk traditions- their cultural heritage, their dancing and their music- but the English have tended to wrap theirs up in a veneer of slightly embarrassed politeness.

But it is still there- folk traditions that go back through the industrial revolution, down into the apple growing and corn harvesting middle ages.

Some of it is decidedly weird (check out the Britannia Coconut dancers of Bacup, Lancashire) and to most of us, Morris dancing will always raise a few eyebrows along with the smile…

But I am very glad that in the streets and hills of England, these traditions are still alive, because these islands would be a poorer place without them.

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