Integreat!

Is it just me or has anyone noticed that there is a little bit of a frisson in the air over Islamo-Western relations at the moment (by Western I mean so-called advanced countries, UK, USA, France, Australia etc)?

In the UK Jack Straw recently made comments about Muslim women covering their faces and how it impedes communication (The French have an outright ban, of sorts!). Prime Minister Howard in Australia has commented on how a Muslim cleric’s comments were “so out of line with … mainstream Australian opinion” following that cleric’s misjudged comments about women.

I think it’s fair to say that most Western people agree with cultural integration, but with some caveats. It’s these caveats that are the problem. There are a number of Muslims, for example, who want to integrate, but also to maintain their complete religious structure and beliefs (beliefs which have developed and evolved in a completely different environment from bucolic Britannia). Complete maintenance and integration are incompatible and I think we are beginning to see the problems emerge.

What does integration mean anyway? Does it mean that the incoming culture should assume the practices of the incumbent one and in effect lose their own heritage? Or does it mean that simply by being tolerated a culture has been integrated? Obviously the true answer should be somewhere in-between. But where? Should women be allowed to wear what they like, even if it hampers communication (the story of the Muslim teacher suspended for refusing to take off her face-covering comes to mind). Perhaps the issue is how a society deals with practices which are viewed as wrong by the majority? Could they be made law? Wouldn’t Europe have something to say about that?!

I think that society can often be viewed (simplistically) as a microcosm of the family home. Certainly in the UK this is apt and leads to common questions like “You wouldn’t let a visitor tell you what to do in your own home, would you?”. I think that these beliefs and comments are valid (in my culture anyway and only to a certain extent). If you agree with this analogy then any incoming group should have a great respect for the host’s beliefs and culture. I don’t think this is always evident in the UK.

To what extent does an incumbent society tolerate an integrating culture’s (apparent) wrong beliefs? The Muslim woman view is a good example. It is considered wrong to treat women any less equally than men in The West. Therefore a culture or society that doesn’t agree with this must be considered wrong. Does this mean than some forms of Islam are wrong in the eyes of the “advanced” West?

I guess the only thing to say is that time will tell. Over the next 50 years these little disagreements will be ironed out and at some point a cohesive, integrated society should emerge. One in which cockney-speaking Asians and sari-wearing Caucasians live harmoniously. Or there will be a war. Oh hang on… there is a war…

Wiz Bang

What happened to the days when you were lucky to get a rocket in a milk bottle and a couple of bangers?!

I received a flyer through the post today for a "Firework Frenzy". It contains approximately 70 different kinds of fireworks with names like:

Total Annihilation
Apocalypse Barrage
Salamander Voodoo
Nebula Destruction
Lucifer's Laughter
Wrath Of The Gods
And my favourite: Satanic Desecration

I would love to get some of them to see what they look like, but not only are they ridiculously-named, but astronomically-priced!

I think we'll give the firework thing a miss this year. I suspect that Max is still a little bit too young. Perhaps we'll try out a small, local one so that if he gets upset we can come home sharpish!

Hair dwyer

I took Max to have his hair cut today. It was his second ever visit to the barber and he was very good and stayed nice and still for the young chap who serviced his mop (it was very long hair). He did take more off than I'd asked for though. I think cutters get carried away and keep trying to "even it up" which just means it ends up shorter than expected. Max looks nice though. I'm fascinated by how professional hair people know what to do. I imagine that there are some simple rules that have been worked out over time, which, if stuck to or varied slightly, will result in the desired finish. I also think this must be combined with dexterous, learned skill. This is why when I try to cut hair it seems like the hardest thing in the world.

Most of this which follows applies to men as I don't really know what happens in a female haircutters (except that they spend a lot of time and money on something which usually looks as good as it did before they had it serviced). There always seems to be a slight uncertainty about how far you should push the cutter. For example let's say that your hair has been cut and the cutter offers you the mirror behind your head and waves it about too quickly to see the back of your head (as they do). Some people will say "yeah thanks, that's great" even though they hate the way it looks. It's a sort of embarrassment thing. Other people would criticise the way it looks (but I'm sure they are in the minority or perhaps are spending a lot of money on the cut (>£30)). I reckon the majority of people will always say it's fine and pay and walk out only to look at themselves in the shop window reflections whilst brushing their ears with tissue paper, wondering whether it's "what they asked for".

Of course there's the "just walked out of the salon" look which explains somewhat why people don't question the final cut in the shop. They wait until they get home, wash the hair, dry it and then see what it looks like. It always looks different (unless you have some sort of style - dyed, greased or permed etc).

My visits to the hairdresser are very infrequent, but I certainly experience this phenomenon of uncertainty when it's all over. Apart from the obvious unease at being trapped in a chair and dreading getting into a conversation with someone you less than hardly know, about holidays or football etc, there is this extra confusion about the quality of service. Uusually try to get the look I ask for and if that means asking them to keep chopping then I will say so. Sometimes, however, I just want to get out of there knowing that when I get home it will look OK and my only criterion for success is that it doesn't look stupid (even that wouldn't bother me: I have very low standards).

This whole subject sounds like the foil for a standup comic or sketch show (I know Monty Python did some hilarious work on this topic).

Drug of the nation

Television… What is it good for… oh hang on. That’s a different song.

I am a big fan of television. Not, of course, what is on the television necessarily, but the medium itself. I cannot imagine a world without it (well I can, but it would certainly be a less informed world; similarly I cannot imagine a world without email, but that’s another story). I have a gripe with the content of television broadcasts, of course, but that shouldn’t take away from the facility of light capture and retransmission which has revolutionised the planet.

I am writing this as a response to my own guilt for letting Max watch the telly too often than might be considered acceptable for some people. To be honest he probably does watch too much, but then he enjoys it and it is educational so what is the real harm? We are very careful not to let him watch anything containing violence or advertising (which is worse?!).

The way I look at it (simplistically) is that screens of some nature, be they CRT or TFT etc, will form an enormous part of his life, from school, to work, to his personal life that in my opinion he’s only getting some good practice in at this early stage which will leave him in good stead for the rest of his life. Alternatively, of course, his eyes might turn square by the time he’s 10.

People often demonise the little box in the front room as being the root of modern ills etc. What a load of rubbish! If everyone watched Postman Pat and Pingu all the time instead of Big Brother or Death Wish 11 then there would be no ills in the world (that’s the subject of another rant).

What do we do when he gets older and learns that there are “cool” and “groovy” programs (that his friends all watch) (probably on E4)? Do we let him watch them? For good or bad my parents let me watch things not suitable for my age, presumably because they either thought the censors had gotten it wrong or that I was intelligent enough to bypass the rules. I don’t feel particularly unbalanced because of it so I think they probably got it about right. Perhaps it taught me a number of more valuable lessons: that not all that glitters is gold and perhaps be careful what one wishes for. Also I think I probably gained a sort of self-regulation regarding what I actually really wanted to watch, which in itself gave me a boost in critical thinking.

Perhaps none of this is true and it makes little difference either way. The real problem is that there is no clear evidence of the effects of television on the young (or old for that matter). It is a hugely complicated sociological issue with factors as diverse as wealth, opportunities, IQ, intelligence, program content, education, health, parental attendance etc. How can someone decide what the optimal amount of television they watch should be?! I think what’s required is a gut/brain balance whereby we should use our brains to set the standard we want to apply and then moderate the application of those standards with gut feelings. Besides… I like watching Pingu too.

Of course, some of this derives from guilt about not spending enough “quality time” with Max. We spend relatively a large amount of quality time with Max at the moment. Relative to what?! Well relative to other parents in our modern age, but perhaps not relative to pre-historic homo sapiens who presumably spent a lot of QT with their young (when they weren’t hunting dinosaurs (and feeling guilty about not spending enough QT with the tribe), although arguably it was the grandparents who spent proportionately more time with the youngsters). As with almost everything a happy medium is available which I imagine includes some TV, some playing with toys and some nursery-style care involving peer interaction. I don’t think the guilt will ever go away.

It’s difficult for parents to decide what’s best for their children given that society isn’t geared towards generating the best and healthiest members of society. Instead it’s designed to make money and wealth. There is always going to be a struggle between making money and spending time with children. Hopefully we can get this balance right. In either eventuality at least he’s got the telly to watch!

Of course it is

The feminine singular equivalent of emeritus is emerita.

Lovely speaking to you today.

I had to call my insurance company today to change some details and was surprised when the insurance rep ended the call with "lovely to speak with you today". Wow! What a nice thing to say. I think he may have almost meant it too!

Wow!

It worked! Grootste.

Test post

This is a test email post!!

Away we go...

First post eh?!

This is going to be a bit weird at first. Sort of a repository for thoughts, daily stuff and weridness (and bad spelling).

Some inspiration from Scott Adam's blog (http://dilbertblog.typepad.com), which if my blog gets anywhere near I'll be very happy.

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