Getting my thoughts in order

Hmm, so it has been a long time. Whilst I get some more serious thoughts in order, the news of the day seems to be the budget. I'm frequently aware of how ignorant I am of economics and finance in general. Nothing in the budget seemed very dramatic or interesting at all to me, nor were any of the responses to it.

Here's a slightly interesting thing though, these the words of David Cameron:

"and would target binge drinkers with tax rises "not every responsible drinker in this country who wants a glass of wine at the end of a hard day's work". "

I noticed the other day his party plans to raise taxes on high strength beer and cider, and on Alcopops (which I think would be pretty hard to define under law). What about every responsible drinker in the country who wants a half of strong cider at the end of a hard days work?
Pretending to be serious about binge drinking by taxing only the drinks Dave and his chums percieve the 'yobs' to drink is a typical example of conservative snobbery in tax form.

In the meantime, if I may criticize the government in turn, many of the measures announced seem to be fiddling around at the edges.

For example, introducing laws to 'tax plastic bags if shops do not do more to charge for their use' does nothing to address the far more pressing problem of the amount of plastic packaging used by supermarkets. Do a weekly food shop, weigh the plastic bags you use to carry it, and then weigh the packaging that comes with your food........

and statements like 'every school should be an improving one by 2011' (because a matter of a few thousands of pounds has been thrown at each school) don't really offer concrete and innovative proposals for improving the education system.

Mind you, if I were Chancellor I've no idea what I'd propose. Tax exemption for everybody whose surname is Foster, I reckon.

General Update. Nothing Exciting.


Well, Christmas happened. And the New Year. Woopla!
Did you all have fun? (Both of you)
Christmas was pleasant and filled with good things to eat, games to play, and various Dickensian things on the television.
New Year was quiet, but we did have Haggis, and a roasted Pheasant, and 'Rumbledethumps', and rather nifty jellies made from champagne and fresh orange juice.
I'm sure at some point in my past I swore to stop using my blog to pointlessly air personal updates, but there you go, the knowledge that I had a passable Christmas and New Year was not circling the world in any other information format unless I've spoken to you. So consider yourself informed!
Having taken too many words to say something very simple, here's a list of fascinating things we saw whilst on our inaugural country walk of 2008 (in the Test Valley):

Lots of Dead Things:

2 squashed rats (large)
A hare's foot
A pheasant's (probably) wing
A dead collared dove
A piglet (aww)
A shotgun cartridge casing (not technically ever alive, though it was presumably 'live')
Feathers and glittery rocks

And some alive things:

Live piglets, who tried to nibble Rebecca's jeans
A Grey Wagtail (they are more interesting than they sound)
A Little Egret
400 Lapwings in a flock
A cat curled up in the straw, very close to a large bull complete with cliched ring through its nose (as in, a ring through the bull's nose, not the cat's)

Then yesterday, I had 20 minutes to kill near the Thames in Richmond.
I saw:

Lots of Jackdaws fighting with pigeons and gulls for bread. It was brutal. An Egyptian goose wandered over, croaked and they all scattered. Victory was his.

Strangely hybridised geese. One looked like a small Canada Goose only with a white head and an orange beak. One looked like a medium sized Canada Goose only brown where it should be black, and pink beak with white behind it like a White-Fronted Goose.
Methinks the geese in Surrey have been getting a bit 'free love' between species.

Herons flying into trees on an island to roost, and as they did so disturbing the Parakeets that got there first.

A large Virgin aircraft descending along the Heathrow flightpath, lit slightly by afternoon light and set against a dramatic rainstorm. Could see it swaying about in the gusts - rather them than me. A strangely compelling sight.

If I had to have something worthwhile to say about all of the above it would be this:
In 2008, look for beauty in unexpected places, and also unexpected forms of beauty.
Life will be good.

Food for thought

Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat......or turkey, or pig, or cow, or, er, nuts, or whatever you might be cooking. But how quickly was your festive beast fattened? What kind of life did it have? Where did it come from?
Over the last few months and years I've been getting more interested in our food chain: food production, where it comes from, what happens to it before it's on our plates, not to mention what it does to us when we remove it from our plates by the forkful and shovel it yonder.
It is oft said, but it really is true, that very few people think much or take time to care about where the food they put in their overburdened Christmas supermarket trolley comes from. What I find unfortunate for most people is they don't realise that eating seasonally might actually restore a variety in our eating that would make our diets both healthier and more connected with our immediate environment. Nor do I understand why somebody would want, for example, bland imported strawberries in the winter when the sweetest, freshest berries you will ever taste will be back every summer - no comparison.
I offer two recent examples from BBC news of the curiosities of the global food chain:
The first is cherries from Chile - it hadn't even occurred to me that some people might want fresh cherries from the other end of the planet at Christmas, (what's wrong with the delectable preserved kind, in cakes?) but apparently the supermarkets are well stocked. The counter argument against the green 'food miles' protest was that many growers in such places depend on us buying in out of season produce for their livelihoods. However, I presume that before we gave up seasonal eating in the richer nations of the world the inhabitants of Chile were not starving.
I will never buy the argument that we should purchase things solely to prop up jobs or an industry - however impoverished the people may be, or however much it may benefit the economy. Should we all take up heroin use, lest poppy farmers in Afghanistan go hungry? Should we buy pointless plastic toys from China to keep the factory workers gainfully employed? Do most US processed foods really need to be pumped full of fatty corn syrups for the benefit of agri-businesses, whilst the national waistline balloons?
I also wonder if there aren't crops they can plant otherwise in Chile and elsewhere that might be more useful - instead of producing biofuels from existing corn and maize crops, pushing up food prices, why not replace crops such as the cherries that we don't actually need?
The second example you probably have heard of: Scampi that is being caught off Scotland, frozen, shipped to East Asia, hand picked, shipped to Grimsby, and then breaded and packed. Many people have understandably pointed this out as madness. What astounded me is that a carbon emissions survey commissioned by the company concluded that the new shipping to Asia method was no less green than producing the entire product in the UK, because the Langoustine used to be picked and shelled by machine in Scotland. People, apparently prefer hand picked, and it saves the factory emissions. So well done Young's, a carbon neutral move.
Why though, can they not find people in Grimsby to do the work by hand? Are we in the west above shelling Langoustine? (Though I admit I'm not front of the queue) Could we, in fact, not go to a fish counter, buy something fresh, shell it, bread it and cook it ourselves, and dispense with the need for Young's altogether? If we really live in a country where very few people have time to cook good, fresh food from basic ingredients, we must be spiritually (and nutritionally!) poor indeed, though our material wealth might be huge.
The main problem which no politician would dare confront (for 'choice' is the holy grail, and a pox on the honorable member who should try to restrict it), is our constant desire for things we don't need, shouldn't be able to get, and must have as conveniently and cheaply as possible. The inconvenient truth of our mealtimes is that food is too cheap - we spend the smallest percentage of our income in history on our daily nutrition. Is £40 or so really too much for a delicious free range turkey, sensitively reared, when you consider the many hundreds of pounds a lot of families spend on gifts each year? Or perhaps the probably incredible sum spent on alcohol at Christmas parties.
All of this seems alien to the teaching of Jesus, and alien to the concept of a feast day such as Christmas. I am coming to believe that a festive feast of locally, lovingly produced food, that has been prepared with care by the whole family, that is enjoyed together in fellowship as the central focus of the day, is a thing close to the spirit of Christ - 'who on the night he was betrayed, had supper with his friends' - and that meals shared in that spirit are an essential and enriching part of our common life.
I also believe that the incarnation: God made flesh; teaches us, amongst other things, that this world and all its inhabitants are loved by and matter to God - down to the turkey on our table, the sprouts on our plate and the soil they came from. That means they should all matter to us.

Thanks!

Thanksgiving trip to the USA most enjoyable.
True to form, the weather provided an unseasonably warm day our first day there, which was lovely for our trip into DC. We saw an exhibition of fantastic wildlife photography at the National History Museum, had a very brief swing round the 'National Cathedral', which was extremely impressive (great stained glass) and in a very pleasant neighborhood, and ascended the Washington monument, views fantastic.
Thanksgiving itself is a pretty good kind of holiday. Broadly un-controversial - giving thanks unto whomsoever or whatsoever you choose (generally God, Native Americans, etc) for the survival of the pilgrim fathers through a disastrous first winter, and subsequent survival of the colonies and founding of America.
(Although, there are Christian groups who go on about enforcing the 'true' meaning of Thanksgiving which must involve God, whether or not you believe in him - not sure how that would fit with constitutional freedom of religion - come to think of I'm not sure how Christian holidays like Christmas and Easter being national holidays but other faiths not having holidays for major festivals works either - if that makes sense - I suppose they go with a majority - goodness having a written constitution must be complicated when you want to compromise)
Anyhoo, the day itself is basically eat til you burst, watch TV and play board games whilst eating some more. This I can handle. Also a family tradition chez Anthony to record on a card 5 things we are each thankful for this year, and to share them, which was actually a nice thing to do. I didn't feel out of place as a Brit, I think we're allowed to be thankful too, and I'm on balance pretty thankful that America exists, (and hence so does my wife) so I'll go ahead and party!
I learned how crescent rolls in a tube work, what green bean casserole tastes like, and that most sweet potatoes are actually yams. Sweet potatoes taste exactly like yams but look like a yellow potato, rather than like an elongated orange slightly hairy potato. Fascinating!

Oh and finally, the good news is that God is going to get one of us a job by Sunday. So that's good........

Pugshot

So, I was submitting a job application today and I had to include a photo. Whilst searching through my photo library for a picture which just had me in it, and in which I didn't look slightly daft (it took quite a long time - I don't tend to take many pictures of myself), I was extremely tempted to send the following picture:


To see if they noticed.... Other possible options might have included:



...or even one of me holding up a name card. At least they'd know who it was. Still, in the end I decided that it wasn't worth completely passing up the job opportunity just to imagine the confusion in the office as they tried to figure out how I'd filled the form in with my beak.
Chortle!

Snow Joke

Just returned exhausted from a lovely weekend in York visiting Sally and Michael, which featured:
Spending far too much time on the M1 on Thursday (2 miles in about 40 minutes the best bit)
Christmas shopping on Friday (beautiful, narrow streets with independent quirky shops - super)
Walking the walls on Saturday (most complete medieval walls in England)
and Sunday worship at St Luke the Evangelist church, complete with a very friendly vicar.
Oh, and also being fed generously with all sorts of nice things.
The most surprising part of the whole weekend was not so much that the weather was appalling for the journey home, but the way in which it was appalling, for between about Leicester and Oxford it snowed - lots and lots and lots. Any other time would have been great!
When we pulled over at Chievely services for petrol (by which point it was back to rain again) I noticed that my front number plate was totally obscured by accumulated ice. Nice!

Now to America, for thanksgiving, on which I shall report, quite soon. (It's on Thursday for the un-initiated)

A few edits

Now if you are lucky, I will actually post! I have a new wiiiiiiider blog so that I can rant for longer without you having to scroll so far.

Since I last posted:

The Brooms gig happened, and 2 people came

I GOT MARRIED!

We went to Cornwall and to New England via Bowie

I've applied for 9 jobs (2 interviews, no successes).

Also, lots of blogs I read have been gradually disappearing or not being updated. I considered letting this one die, but then decided I should make some sort of effort first.
You might notice that I no longer link to my other two blogs, well, those shall die, I expect, and anything I post about will all appear here, and I might, in the end, figure out some sort of consistent point to the blog rather than just a place to moan.

Maybe.

Watch this space.