tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66850861305817177032024-02-20T03:46:47.924-08:00Applied CrisperantoCrisperanto is a camp philosophy proposed by the late Quentin Crisp and most elegantly expounded in his book 'Manners From Heaven'.
Mr Crisp, explaining that 'Manners is a way of getting what you want without appearing to be an absolute swine', suggests that those who still wish for a gentler, more elegant world will simply have to continue living as if it already exists (against all evidence to the contrary).Stuart H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078244177993489659noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685086130581717703.post-89685709100651673062013-08-24T08:07:00.000-07:002013-08-24T09:39:09.196-07:00Nil Desperandum<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #111111;">Watching – much against my will
– an extract from the last X Factor series with a family member recently I was reminded of an
old piece of journalism which caused uproar at the time, but which I have
always admired. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #111111;">In <i>Another Voice</i>, Auberon Waugh’s <i>Spectator</i>
column, he once complained that <st2:mysmarttag w:st="on">Bruce Forsyth’s</st2:mysmarttag> return to TV screens was indicative
of the feeble-minded state of a country he now wanted to flee. And by the time
the column was in print he had - albeit only to his summer home in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">France</st1:country-region></st1:place>.
By comparison, I was only able to flee upstairs for the evening and read a good
book. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #111111;">On Waugh’s return he found a
letter from a woman who wrote to say that his reminder of the Forsyth Factor
had been the last straw, and that she now intended to kill herself. Waugh
quickly wrote to try and offer some solace, but his letter was returned
unopened, and he subsequently learnt she had indeed done as she said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #111111;">There was outrage when he
revealed all this in a subsequent column, but I cannot help admiring the style
and dignity of the woman. I am only sad that she felt things were so bad that
she couldn’t go on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #111111;">For as Waugh concluded: “There
are countless horrible things happening all over the country, and horrible
people prospering but we must never allow them to disturb our equanimity or
deflect us from our sacred duty to sabotage and annoy them whenever possible.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #111111;">Sound advice indeed.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #111111;">By all means, comfort
the disturbed if it gives you pleasure. But if your time is limited, first make
it your priority to disturb the comfortable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Stuart H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078244177993489659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685086130581717703.post-65065531227431382062013-05-11T08:48:00.000-07:002013-08-21T05:20:12.111-07:00Style, not culture<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
Even since my last post, it appears that efforts by the powerful to impose cultural conformity are being stepped up. In fact, on the <st1:place w:st="on">Isle of Man</st1:place> in 2014 national culture may well become compulsory (see <a href="http://www.isleofman.com/News/details/53890/island-of-culture-2014"><span style="color: purple;">http://www.isleofman.com/News/details/53890/island-of-culture-2014</span></a> ,</div>
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<a href="http://www.gov.im/lib/news/artscouncil/gobackgiveback.xml"><span style="color: purple;">http://www.gov.im/lib/news/artscouncil/gobackgiveback.xml</span></a> and</div>
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<a href="http://www.islandofculture.im/"><span style="color: purple;">http://www.islandofculture.im/</span></a> for example), which is alarming for the civilised in general and individualists in particular. </div>
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We should note at once that all those cited as examples of ‘Manx culture’ are actually individuals who, through hard work and talent, have managed to escape it. This tells us all we need to know about the inanity and inconvenience being imposed. To anyone who has lived here, even in recent decades, it is obvious that the first thing the talented or intelligent do upon reaching adulthood and/or getting even the sketchiest off-island job offer is to leave and never return.</div>
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The real question, then, might be how those of us who choose to stay and resist can do so without at least meeting the drab host halfway.</div>
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Firstly, beware, dear reader, all calls to nation, company, family values or other abstract entities to which we are aligned without our true consent. Calls which, by use of the culture ‘trigger word’, appeal to our civilised nature are a sneakier variant on this, but the irony is that in answering them we would actually shed the last remnants of civility.</div>
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We must be constantly vigilant against ‘the Big C’. Always remember that whenever anyone in authority or representing an institution urges others to engage in culture then what they really ask is conformity to a plan drawn up solely for the benefit of those who need to stay in authority. </div>
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The remedy lies not in new age twaddle, petty-bourgeois self-improvement or management-speak but in a rigorous mix of self-discipline and detachment. Odd as it sounds, the idle arts are harder to pursue than life as a corporate collaborator, religious zealot, political extremist or other human vegetables whose intellect is indistinguishable from an actual couch-potato. </div>
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Consider, for example, the relative difficulties of staring at a TV, computer screen or mobile phone for half an hour and staring at a wall. The first requires only that you switch off your brain and pretend to be working/networking/learning. The second requires a will of iron and the mind control of a zen or yogic master. </div>
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Never try the full half hour all at once. Start with no more than five minutes and work up your applied sloth gradually over the months and years in small increments or you may end up in middle management or the civil service.</div>
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Ally this to quiet and disciplined reading – the hard or soft sciences, politics, engineering, architecture…. even the arts. The topic hardly matters, just the intent to build serious knowledge of the way the world works - and never because it will improve your job prospects. </div>
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Find (even insist on) a time or place with no<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>aural or visual distractions, and take notes as you read – both to consolidate the knowledge and to suggest further reading.</div>
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With time, you will never turn on the TV or a computer screen unless with a fixed purpose and, having achieved it, will turn it off again out of sheer boredom or irritation. An unfortunate side-effect is that you also find the moron-mediacentric conversation of workmates and other compulsory companions more irritating. A strength is that you find it easier to tune out (which in turn makes you calmer in the workplace) and to only tune in when a problem blows up (which, thanks to your increasing in-depth knowledge of the real world, you are far better able to solve).</div>
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This will take years of practice. But the true individualist gradually realises he or she is in the elegant ‘anti-lifestyle’ for life. So the more you practice, the less the problem.</div>
Stuart H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078244177993489659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685086130581717703.post-3946069369564602962013-04-21T06:33:00.000-07:002013-04-21T06:41:44.966-07:00Being casual is the greatest conformism of all<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<em><span style="color: black;">"With numbing regularity good people were seen to knuckle under the demands of authority and perform actions that were callous and severe. Men who are in everyday life responsible and decent were seduced by the trappings of authority, by the control of their perceptions, and by the uncritical acceptance of the experimenter's definition of the situation, into performing harsh acts. A substantial proportion of people do what they are told to do, irrespective of the content of the act and without limitations of conscience, so long as they perceive that the command comes from a legitimate authority"</span></em><strong><i><span style="color: black;"> Stanley Milgram</span></i></strong><em><span style="color: black;">, 1965<o:p></o:p></span></em></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The following ‘corporate communication’ – drearily typical of many such missives – was brought to my attention recently:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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‘Dear All, </div>
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Following the key communication that was sent out to all key communicators ……. this is a reminder that all Fridays will now be dress down starting tomorrow.</div>
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This is to ensure cultural alignment with our other offices across the Group.’</div>
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Note in particular that use of the word which drove Herr Goering to violence - in his case for quite the wrong reason, while for us the reason would be right but the response should be less explosive.</div>
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This handy example of over-officious inanity does, however, give me an excuse to answer a common query, i.e., how<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> should individualists respond to the ‘Dress Down Friday’ corporate phenomenon?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">This may be the most important question of our time. The answer, as ever, is with dignity, good manners and a very straight face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">But in order to reach that conclusion we must first ask who caused the phenomena: the answer to which is that your employer demanded it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">And was this demand because of extensive research and ‘feedback’ from you and your workmates? </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">No, it is far more likely that your boss is slipping away for another long weekend’s drinking with fellow misogynists. Being too lazy to change from his business suit, he prefers to come to the office in his golf-clown outfit. He then needs to be seen to have taken a ‘management decision’ rather than being revealed as a rich, inbred slob.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Having established that, many other things become plain. Because there is - in truth - no sadder sight in the modern world than the boss class or their most devoted lickspittles <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>trying to act cool and casual.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">They are the leading contemporary <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>examples of what the late </span>Derek Jarman used to call “drabs” . This was not just his way of marking out homophobes, but in a wider sense dull, beige people who – unfortunately – control far too much of the world. </div>
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And the harder they try to be as one with their employees, customers, electorate and ordinary members of the public in general the more revolting their appearance and behaviour. </div>
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Such<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> horrible, </span>petty-minded <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>people with their fake camaraderie - as if anyone with a gram of taste would wreck their ears and dull their wits being stuck in a pub or on some frightful corporate jolly with them. Boasting how much their cars are worth, pretending knowledge of or interest in sports or family life, playing incessantly with their techno-toys in a desperate attempt to look simultaneously busy and up-to-the-minute……..</div>
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Yuk!!</div>
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We cannot go along with this enforced slobbery. Because there is nothing voluntary, life-affirming or even progressive about it. </div>
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In addition, a brief perusal of any company’s ‘policy statement’ on ‘acceptable casual wear’ reveals little but an attempt to stamp out the last efforts of employees to retain some humanity and individuality in the most awful daily situation they could find themselves in – the workplace. </div>
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Who amongst us would want to be as badly dressed as his or her employer, especially when that employer is mis-dressed to crawl around some ghastly plastic <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pseudo-pub with other pseudo-people?</div>
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So the simplest form of resistance is to ignore it: turn up to work dressed, as usual, in clothes in which you could, if necessary, meet someone deserving of respect – or failing that senior government officials, royalty or international leaders of finance. Then, when you unexpectedly encounter a major foreign potential client or business partner in the car park, enjoy being mistaken for a company director, politely introducing an abomination in badly-fitting polyester as your MD and watching the faces of both parties drop in dismay. </div>
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The beauty of such a tactic is that the corporate world is programmed only to deal with insurgency rooted in the real culture of the business world – dishonesty, the avoidance of responsibility, fear of progress, imagination or objective knowledge. The primary fear of any business executive is that a younger, more ruthless clone will lie, cheat and steal his or her way to the MD’s chair. Thus the real business culture within any business culture centres on the attempts of those in power to prevent the young pretenders stealing it. Honest, self-respecting people who seek no power can simply stand aside and watch as these sad and desperate bores attempt to wipe each other out.</div>
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‘Management’ has no answer to the mannered rebel who turns up on time, treats colleagues and clients with respect, puts in a full day’s work and then simply goes home and forgets about it.</div>
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Resistance, then, rather than being futile is actually quite facile - and fun. </div>
Stuart H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078244177993489659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685086130581717703.post-70211489404822890142012-06-05T07:39:00.000-07:002012-06-05T07:39:58.528-07:00Anyone for a quiet riot?<br />
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<span lang="EN-GB">I have no interest in rioting - apart from
anything else, these days I would not fancy my chances running from gendarmes
who are 30 years younger. But what does interest me is the humorous &
non-violent repossession of public space, such as shopping centres. On the
other hand, the growing trend for deadly dull, corporatist use of ‘art’ and
‘street theatre’ to somehow ‘humanise’ commercial places (and more particularly
to control our use of them and movement around them) is a distraction – or just
bad taste – and we could all do without it. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We all need to be more aware of the extent
to which urban planners try to make sure we use what was once genuinely public
space in an economically ‘efficient’ way. That is, their only aim is to deliver
the biggest possible profits to retailers in the shortest possible time. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Once you dismiss tiresome (and hypocritical)
middle class nose-pulling at such blatant commercialism, this, in itself, might
not be so objectionable. If the real target was a
‘customer-centred-experience’, what could be the objection to professionals,
for once, actually giving us what we want, not what some marketing air-head
thinks is this year’s fashion?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">But of course, the <i>real</i> problem is that what the (paying) customer wants was <i>never</i> the target. And where it gets
murkier is when urban planning, in practice, begins to consider how to exclude
‘undesirables’, zoning in instead on the use of the smallest space for shortest
time by the most economically active. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">For example, some years ago an
architectural student on work experience I knew was startled to discover how
much thinking goes into making seats in indoor shopping centres too
uncomfortable to sit on for more than, say, a 10 minute breather between shops.
More recently I was equally surprised when an ‘insider’ revealed to me just how
much work the Douglas redevelopers have done – for example around Strand Street
– to ensure benches and shop doorways cannot become improvised overnight facilities
for the homeless. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Then there is the care taken in developing
lines of sight within indoor plazas. In my architectural student friend’s case
(and incidentally, this was well before the current terrorist-obsessed CCTV
era) he discovered all about this while
sitting quietly one day on a bench in a shopping centre. Rather ironically, he
was there to study it for a class project. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He was astonished when a security guard
approached and informed him that, as he had been observed sitting on the same
bench for 20 minutes, previous to which for some 35 he had been observed moving
around the shopping centre but not entering any shop, using any eating facility
or purchasing anything in general, the management was evicting him. When he
objected that he was sitting in a public place, doing no harm, and had a right
to be there, he was informed that actually it was a private place, that he had
no right to be there if he wasn’t purchasing goods or services, and that all
round it might be better for his health if he left of his own volition, rather
than being assisted to fly face first onto the pavement outside. The security
goon was not quite that eloquent, but that was his general argument.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">For my friend, along with others to whom he
related this experience, this was quite enlightening, and the start of our
attempts to establish if this was a ‘one off’ or a common feature of late 20<sup>th</sup>
century civil society, and if the latter what might be done about it. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">One thing that quickly struck us was that
multi-store complexes, shopping centres and so on are typically built on former
public gathering places (e.g. town markets and other crossing places between
communities), typically at huge public expenditure and by public bodies supposedly
subject to the democratic process who hand over public land to private
developers, often for free or at a token price, with the excuse that the town
must develop economically or die. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">It is also the case that in order for this
to happen, troublesome small shopkeepers and private householders find
themselves evicted by compulsory purchase orders. In past decades the excuse
would simply be that they lowered the tone of the area (i.e. appeals to class
prejudice), but one new variant on this is to play on cod-environmental
concerns. Incidentally, we could also list the increasingly use by employers
and government agencies of ’health and safety’ concerns to take away, rather
than protect, the rights of workers and state housing tenants.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">In effect then, for the good of the
community the community is destroyed and its assets passed to fly-by-night
developers and multinational shop chains, who move on to the next complex as
soon as the rent or tax holiday ends and they are expected to pay their way
like ordinary citizens.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">But take away our playing fields, market
places and parks, and what do we have left? What was the point of several
centuries in which our ancestors moved from the country to the towns, the fields
to the factories (and we more recently to offices and first-time buyer
developments) if all of the rewards and compensations wrung from reluctant
governments and employers are just taken away again? The other question is; 'What might we do about it?'</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">My suggestion is to take them back from
time to time – even if only for an hour or two - but to have fun doing it. Just
use them, but use them the way we want to use them, and not to the benefit of
those who stole them from us. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">One of the funniest examples I know of
concerned elderly people in an Australian city, whose council shut the community
centre where they used to meet and handed the land over to a developer for a
shopping centre. These pensioners decided that as it was ‘their’ meeting place
anyway, not another hangout for the rich and unspeakable, they would just continue meeting
there. Which they did, by the hundred, with wheelchairs, Zimmer frames and all
the rest of the paraphernalia of old age, bringing the entire place to a standstill day
after day until the council and the developers caved in and offered an
alternative meeting place.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">In about 1997 this example directly inspired
a <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manchester</st1:place></st1:city>
anti-consumerist group’s campaign to celebrate <i>Buy Nothing Day</i> (look it up at
<a href="http://www.buynothingday.co.uk/">http://www.buynothingday.co.uk/</a> ,
then act on it). ‘Workmen’ dragged sofas, comfy chairs and other household
items into one of that city’s dullest shopping centres. ‘Coincidentally’ a
number of ‘customers’ then started to use them to……well, to do little or nothing. As
enraged security guards managed to clear one ‘obstruction’, more furniture was ‘delivered’
to another area, or another level, or another shopping centre, and so it went
on all day around the city. Far from being annoyed, many people who came there
merely to consume had a great day out too. They saw the joke and joined in,
then went home, told others and in turn caused more people to see the joke, and
caused more discussions. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">And did retail workers – people having little choice in
the late 20<sup>th</sup> century other than to take whatever ‘Mcjob’ is going – get annoyed?
I think not. How else did the group know exactly where to bring in all that
furniture, where to put it, and precisely when?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">For another elegant variation on the theme,
see, for example, <a href="http://thechap.net/cms/2012/04/the-siege-of-savile-row/">http://thechap.net/cms/2012/04/the-siege-of-savile-row/</a>
or the earlier attempts by ‘The Chaps’ to ‘Civilise the City’ or poke
imaginative fun at the decidedly unmaginative modern art that wins major prizes
and gets sold to the dull entrepreneurs who run drab corporations.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Think of such disruptions of the modern
nightmare as quiet rioting, gentle striking, or any other play on such terms
you want to invent. In a world from which an uncivilised minority is intent on
disenfranchising us, sometimes just doing nothing – creatively rather than
because you are meant to – can be the best response. And anyway, everybody
(even consumers) needs the odd day off to do something interesting instead.</span></div>Stuart H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078244177993489659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685086130581717703.post-32721856540597229902012-05-26T05:14:00.000-07:002012-05-26T05:14:02.937-07:00Pity ye not<br />
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<span lang="EN-GB">Some ask: “Is it fair to consider pushy
charities and their smug or self-righteous volunteers a nuisance?”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The simple answer is “Yes”. Because while nobody
wants to snub genuine individual acts of charity any organisation that pays
senior executives over £100,000 per year (over £200,000 for some notorious
professional scaremongers) is in the compassion business for business reasons,
not compassionate ones.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Historically, the concept of charity may
have begun as acts of benevolence by the powerful (often, of course, on the
understanding that they would pass into heaven with rather more ease than their
camels could pass through the eyes of needles), but the modern charity format,
as originally introduced by Quaker merchants, is primarily a tax avoidance
strategy, though pursued on ethical grounds. Oddly, though major charities and
their key sponsors spend far more time taking advice from tax lawyers and HMRC
than self-confessed business corporations of equivalent size, none want to
admit this.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We also need to recognise that one person’s
‘ethics’ is another’s flat earth bigotry, and just because a particular ethical
framework is championed by the powerful does not mean it is correct . Or even
reasonable. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">What other idea, conceived and sustained by
powerful elites, would you accept at face value? Why, then, do we meekly accept
that the charity profession is a ‘good thing’?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Try, for example, carefully examining the
views and policies of any large charity towards the unfortunate as if you were
reading the manifesto of a fascist cult. You may be startled to find how little
there is to choose between the misanthropy expounded by either party. Both, for
example, maintain that certain groups of people are simply incapable of
governing themselves, and resist all attempts for them to do so by either
democratic political means or the commonly accepted codes of business practice.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Neither should one feel guilty about
crossing the street to avoid a ‘chugger’, or putting the phone down on any
fundraiser rude enough to pester you at home because you cannot get proper
details about a charity’s work and
policies from their website without giving your phone number. Such nuisances
are not volunteers. There is a market for professional fundraising companies
who pester the public and take a 50/50 split with major charities. The charities find it more ‘cost efficient’ to
do this than to actually risk answering questions from the public, never mind
consorting with the great unwashed in order to attract anyone but bored
socialites as a volunteer base.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Some will say that this leads to only the
cutest puppies and orphans getting money thrown at them, and there may be some
truth in this. But the problem only arose when the charity profession reduced
misery to a commodity, and turned the competition for funds into a corporate
war in order to maintain their relative market positions. That is a problem
they, and nobody else, created. If any of them had even a scrap of conscience
then their last professional duty would be to solve it before declaring
themselves redundant.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">For far too long, charities have had a soft
ride because we are not prepared to treat middle class professional spongers as
we do common street beggars, and ask them just what they will do all day if we
are fool enough to hand over our small change. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">But we are also at fault. We must accept
that every pound we give to a charity whose staff and policies we have not
vetted, accounts we have not checked and past record we have not researched is
a pound which could inflict more misery on a vulnerable person, or just
subsidise another freeloader on another foreign holiday or ‘gap year’ (so
called because the poorly – if expensively - educated folk who take them have empty
spaces between the left and right ear and can afford to air them for years at a
time).</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Always remember that charity is personal,
an individual act of kindness, so must always be something done from choice,
not compulsion. It is not a duty, and should never be reduced to one. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">If the real problem, as some charities
intimate, is that too few people have too much power over too many, then charities
are not the answer either, because they just transfer the power from one corporation
to another with equally dubious ‘vision statements’ for future development.
Instead of the dispossessed of the earth being controlled by multinational business
corporations (who collaborate with governments and each other in order to
maintain their power base) their fate will lie in the hands of multinational
charitable foundations, who also collaborate with any government, business
corporation and super-wealthy individual providing the bulk of their funding in
order to maintain <i>their</i> powerbase. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Beneath the chimera of 'opposition’ it is
strictly ‘business as usual’ between governments and the corporations, be they
straightforward business or charitable ones. The poor and the dispossessed have
no say in the matter. At best, like voters in Western pseudo-democracies, they may
sometimes get to choose their parasites and oppressors.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Another approach is, rather than ‘who
should I be kind to’, try asking ‘do I harm anyone’ and organise your life, as
far as is practical, to avoid that. Consider your purchases, your job, and your
relationships with family and community. Just who is affected, and how, by what
you buy, how big your car or house is, the products and services you produce at
work, the people you do (or do not) socialise with. How you deal with that, what
decisions you make about how you interact with the immediate community or the
wider world, it is not for anyone else to decide or to judge. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">If you still feel guilty enough to give to ‘good
causes’, then the only responsible thing to do is fully research one or two charities
that interest you, being careful to consider their critics at least as well as
their PR. You can then ignore the rest with a clear conscience. Set yourself a
strict monthly budget , arrange some direct debits then feel free to treat any approach
from a professional fundraiser in the same way you deal with, say, a
cold-calling double-glazing salesman or Jehovah’s Witness. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Do any of this and you may never save an
entire nation of starving people, but then, neither do charities. On the other
hand, you cannot add to the sum of human misery by inflicting self-righteous halfwits
with messianic intent on them either.</span></div>Stuart H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078244177993489659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685086130581717703.post-31507198042059358022012-04-28T07:59:00.000-07:002012-04-28T07:59:02.003-07:00Art, the last asylum for lunatics<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB"><i>“Art is a
fetish. As this is so, so mystification becomes part of the concept of art…art
is nothing over and above what the bourgeoisie classifies as art, that is its
meaning, but, from inside the category, such a thought is intolerable because
it dismantles the beliefs that go with entering into the activities of the
category. These beliefs posit the objective superiority of the form of life
which is implicated. It is out of this sort of logical mystification that the
category art emerged in the first place, that is, as an attempt on the part of
the old order in society to make out its life was somehow committed to a
superior form of knowledge.”</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB"><b>Roger L.
Taylor</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">One reason
this blog proceeds so slowly is that over the last two winters I foolishly got involved
in a society which produces major Works of Art, as small town tradition
dictates these can never be undertaken between Easter and August Bank Holiday.
Thankfully, this winter’s work is now done and I am free until at least
September, though in all fairness I can blame no-one but myself for the pain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Art, as Mr
Crisp often demonstrated, is a mistake. His writing is full of mischievous demolitions
of art students and their tutors. He dismissed theatre as something for bored
upper middle class women over a certain age. When asked what he had against
painting, he asked in return what painters have against bare walls.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">And he was
right. Because nobody should waste a cold winter’s night on Art if they could
be snug and warm in front of a TV screen, reading a funny book…. or just staring at a
wall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">But
colluding with others in a small, conservative community to produce Art is a
far graver error. While a sane and reasonable person never commits Art in the
first place, any mild mannered person who is only slightly insane can be driven
to strong drink and mind-bending pharmaceuticals from over exposure to the upper middle
class harridans who dominate such activity.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">So what is
my excuse?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Well, for
one thing - as readers of this and my other blog may have surmised - I have previous
form for Artistic Behaviour.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">I started very
early. Aged 10, my first literary efforts were published in an educational
journal by a proud class teacher, and only the relative poverty of my parents
prevented me from incarceration at a prestigious cathedral choir school for my
entire adolescence. I was a semi-professional musician by 13, and things got
worse in my 16<sup>th</sup> year, when I was sentenced to two years in the
musical equivalent of a young offenders centre. I then tried to go straight,
and did manage around three years of useful employment as a nurse, with only
minor involvement in the local folk and punk scene. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Then things
got right out of hand. In fact, between 1979 and 1983 it is a matter of public
record that I was involved in creative activities for which the governments of
three countries were bamboozled into parting with sufficient monies to, say,
build a few decent blocks of flats instead. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">On this
basis alone I cannot hide the fact that I once had an arts career, rather than just
dabbling at weekends and in a manner which damaged only my own sanity and bank
balance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">In my
defence, I stopped on principle at 25, believing then - as now - that no
‘Artist’ has the right to live off public money for more than five years. Being
idle by nature, and having achieved everything I set out to in four, I could just give the public a year off. I then retired to the <st1:place w:st="on">Isle of
Man</st1:place>, having ascertained that the local Art ‘scene’ was so far
behind even middle of the road international trends that I could never be
interested – or raise interest – in continuing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">That was in
1983, and funnily enough nothing has moved on here, while the surrounding
islands have regressed rather than moved forward, so at absolutely no point
have I weakened. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Until two
winters ago, when a very young relative wanted to try something new, so the
family joined up in support. Wisely, she retired herself four months later, and
now only goes to watch her elders struggle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Struggling
with the work itself would be fine, as any challenge which draws one out of a
small town comfort zone is beneficial. The problem is that the real struggle is
a class one. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Urban folk may smile at the rigid social structure of the small
town cultural group. In reality though, the lower orders in large towns and
cities suffer exactly the same diminution of their imaginative efforts. Expensive
education did not make their critics even moderately clever. They just fail to
understand a wider range of creative product.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">By
comparison, there may be awful social conservatism in small towns, but if you
are creative and from a humble background you have the advantage that all you
have to overcome are a few rednecks posing as highbrow ‘experts’.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">As for the
‘High Art/Low Art’ false divide – how can anyone argue that High Art should be
taken seriously when you see the kind of middle class conformists who not only
consume it but are able to earn a living from it? How can Low Art be taken any
more seriously when it depends on a system of patronage, criticism and
consumption determined as absolutely as High Art by the very same bunch of
cultural elitists and careerists?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">In conclusion
then, if you must dabble in ‘The Arts’ there are only two questions to consider.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">(1) Is it
an interesting challenge? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">(2) Will
you add to the sum of global joy by taking part?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">If you can
truthfully answer “Yes” to both you might as well waste your time. If you
answer “No” to either, but still continue to make anything which could be
construed by even a passing lunatic as ‘Art’, you should be hunted down with
dogs. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">The rest is
nonsense.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Stuart H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078244177993489659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685086130581717703.post-11552625154315764822012-03-17T11:46:00.005-07:002012-03-18T06:08:07.660-07:00Abnormal service is resumedMy sincere apologies for not posting in several weeks. If this was a commercial enterprise, rather than a gentlemanly hobby, my ‘market’ would by now have been snapped up by a rival, and I would be shutting up shop. As it is, I can only hope that my readers are patient enough to wait for my humble offerings to be delivered whenever the real world does not get in the way, rather than with the robotic regularity of a professional service provider.<br />The truth is simply that, like any other gentleman, doing what I love does not pay the bills, while I have no love for that which gets my bills paid. And, unfortunately, the bill-paying indignities have been tiring me out more than usual of late.<br />Because, of late, the anger and aggression bordering on outright violence of colleagues in what passes for a workplace, the sullen manner in which they deign to communicate or do any task they cannot simply avoid, and the sheer misery they inflict on those around them (and which is deflected back onto them - because they must operate in the same physical and mental space) has been getting worse.<br />But it is not just in the workplace. Perhaps recently I am more thin skinned than usual, having been laid low by various physical maladies, but the absence of any social grace and the preponderance of the rude, the brutish and the unpleasant in all things around me has been more painfully obvious too.<br />The sad thing is that this is not necessary. What such ‘victims’ of supposed social and economic determinism will not admit is that none of this unpleasantness is necessary.<br />There is at all times and in all places a choice. Between beauty and ugliness, the elegant or the uncouth, between being pleasant or rude, helpful or unhelpful.<br />The obvious question is why would you choose the worse one? It is not even practical!<br />For example, the amusing thing is that much of my work would not – and in many cases should not – be necessary were it not for the stroppy, adolescent attitude of others towards public servants simply doing their job efficiently and economically, rather than when the aforementioned stroppy adolescents want it done. Some of this is simple immaturity (though how some can reach late middle age without leaving adolescence, while simultaneously teenagers act like so many acne-ridden Toryshire Colonel Blimps, is a mystery worthy of any enterprising social psychologist), some because they lack the patience to think things through or to understand straightforward and reasonable enough government procedures.<br />I say this is amusing because as long as it continues people like me can be sure of a job. Because at some point, usually after yet another Alpha Male has snarled one too many times at a hapless civil servant and the civil service department concerned is working to rule (which in practice means the impossible deadline said Alpha Male has promised to his equally ill tempered, equally self-regarding and really rather dim office superiors and clients will not be met) the in-house diplomat will be asked to smooth over the unpleasantness while still, somehow, delivering the impossible deadline.<br />I used to think it was just me who was asked to take on tasks which would rattle Kofi Annan. Then I met several other ‘chaps’ who, according to the usual rules of business, were over the hill, far too old school and pleasant to one and all, and thus should have been long redundant.<br />But from talking to one or two it became clear that they had something else in common besides a tendency to hold doors open for ladies. All worked in enterprises led by Alan Sugar clones, where similarly the middle management would tend towards Apprentice candidates and the office grunts were Mail-reading misanthropes with short tempers and a mistrust of anyone or anything that smelt of Radio or BBC 4.<br />Inevitably this meant that almost daily a vital government functionary or provider of allied professional services would deliver only when convenient or contracted to after being insulted one too many times by one of the above. Inevitably this also meant that the only way in which the unspoken ‘boycott’ could be lifted was if a co-worker whose own manners were above reproach could negotiate a settlement with the injured party.<br />I readily admit this is not a situation it is in my interest to change. For as long as I am surrounded by the foul-mouthed, the short-tempered and the uncouth I have a job for life just rebuilding the bridges they burn.<br />I have, by the funniest accident, created a 'niche market' without any professional strategy to do so. This gives me a quiet satisfaction, but there are times such as the last few weeks when I wished for more opportunity to enjoy it instead of having to duck every few seconds to dodge another incoming salvo.Stuart H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078244177993489659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685086130581717703.post-73654437473328474442012-02-04T08:32:00.000-08:002012-02-04T08:43:55.973-08:00Be a law unto yourselfMost of us long for a kinder, more pleasant world, so are well disposed towards those who treat us well. This works in your favour if you happen to find petty byelaws, or even major acts of parliament, illogical, immoral, insane….or just a huge inconvenience to a happy and productive life.<br />In truth, you can probably ignore any law of the land with absolute impunity, as long as you do it elegantly enough.<br />When I say this I do not advocate breaking the law. I only advocate making your own, informed decisions and treating others with respect in all things. Your informed decision, though, may well be that the law is an ass and that we are governed by donkeys.<br />I certainly do not advocate a criminal lifestyle, because it is so uncouth. Career criminals get caught precisely because they insist on behaving at all times in a violent, anti-social manner instead of just getting on with their lives in a way that does not bother others (which is the intent of any true stylist or individualist). As psychologists suggest, perhaps they choose to get caught, either because they lack the self-discipline to live outside prisons or because they see prison as part of the lifestyle.<br />In fact, the uber-conformism of both law-enforcers and criminals is anathema to any stylist, while the similarities between these supposed sworn enemies is really too funny for words. Who else could such bolt-necked bores possibly find to talk to, if not each other?<br />I simply say it is possible to live outside the law, in the same way that it is possible to ride a bike without stabilisers. Just think of it as deciding to grow up and take responsibility.<br />For example, if I hear someone say “You ought not to........” I listen respectfully to their reasoning, then decide if there is any sense in it. But if I hear someone say “You must not.....…” all I think is “I must escape this knee-jerking simpleton and avoid him at all costs in the future”.<br />Because our approach to laws and regulations in general, rather than to blindly obey them, should be to understand why they are there and if those reasons stem from common sense and decency, or just common spite, pig-ignorance or even superstition.<br />In some cases – such as certain sections of the highway code – there may be good reasons, so there would be some common sense consensus to go along with the thing. There you conform not because you must, but because it makes sense to a reasonable person, and it is the thing you would do anyway, without threat or reward.<br />In far too many cases though, it may be for no good reason other than because some inadequate needed to demonstrate power over others: in which case why on earth would you let them, unless there is an immediate threat of violence or other danger?<br />In such situations there is an easy solution. Keep your dignity and appear to conform until the danger or simpleton posing it goes away, then carry on as your common sense suggests and as if institutional idiocy was not an everyday constraint to civilisation.<br />To paraphrase that cliché about forests and fallen trees – if there is a one way system in your supermarket car park, and no other cars in the car park, does it matter how you get to a space?<br />Far too often, the only policeman preventing us from going about our lives in a happy, inoffensive and adult manner is the one in our own head. All I am suggesting is that instead of being content to mentally police ourselves (and like the police serving only the powerful and corrupt), we should go up the food chain and mentally judge ourselves instead. Who else, in all honesty, is fit to judge any self-respecting adult?Stuart H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078244177993489659noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685086130581717703.post-16481382406033697752012-01-21T04:37:00.000-08:002012-01-21T04:49:32.917-08:00A call to teaIn an ideal world, we should work at what we love and love our work. The cruelest lie perpetuated by career advisers, human resource officers and other starting marshals of the rat race is that this is possible.<br />Certainly I tried - in a life previous to marriage, parenthood and the compulsory home-ownership dictated by a racist ‘welfare state’ - to do that. I was quite content with my shabby genteel existence and, I hope, brought mostly happiness to those around me.<br />But then reality intervened. As with Mr Crisp: “For me, it was in middle age that mundane activities claimed so much of my time. For my own sake, and for the sake of other people’s survival, I tried to take part in real life.”<br />My experience is far from unique. The venality of estate agents and property developers, and the policy of banks run by spotty adolescents (rather than middle-aged, fatherly pipe-smokers) to smirk at those who pass off their hobbies as ‘employment’, means most of us spend our best years engaged in the utterly pointless for the benefit of the utterly unspeakable. We can do little else, but we need not sink to the level of our oppressors. As another great individualist said: “We may all be in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”<br />Each morning we arrive at work, and even before the drudgery starts there is an opportunity to raise the standards. We <em>can</em> make a difference.We <em>can</em>, for a few minutes and with a deceptively simple ceremony, reintroduce in a small way the concept of living to generate pleasure, not pain.<br />In my earliest working years it was still the practice, be that workplace an office, a factory or a building site, for the most junior employee (or more usually the lowest status female employee) to make the tea before the day’s work started. When I moved to right on arty ‘collectives’ the sexism of this was challenged, though my co-workers - inevitably from privileged backgrounds - rarely (if ever) worried that younger, less formally educated working class folk seemed to do all the tea-making while they got on with ‘important’ things.<br />Even more recently, it was still the working custom that people took turns throughout the day to make tea for their immediate colleagues. With the retirement or weeding out by other means of older workers this instinctive camaraderie has vanished, leaving the workplace like a sinking ship in which everyone, supposedly, is out only for themselves and yet the individual and true individuality is not valued. Certainly these values are not cherished, because that would involve action rather than resigned indifference or even abject passivity in the face of corporate crud.<br />We could reintroduce the custom, at least by making that first cup of good cheer to greet co-workers.<br />Mostly the gesture will not be reciprocated, mostly we will not even be thanked. We should not expect to be, because the life of the individualist is an uphill struggle, though that struggle itself brings some purpose to an otherwise dull day at work.<br />But firstly the mood is lightened for a few minutes, which means the cranky comments and miserabilism which dominate most office culture do not prevail until later in the day, by which time we are better able to deal with them.<br />Secondly, it is curious to see what happens if we are absent one morning. Co-workers inevitably comment the next morning, which means that – at least briefly – they notice and may even join the campaign.<br />We can take things further.<br />No true individualist, for example, is content to drink tea made from a tea bag in a chipped mug sporting a corporate logo or bad joke. We should aim for tea in a teapot or coffee from at least a cafetiere served to our immediate circle. At the very least use a cup and saucer for yourself, preferably of Spode quality.<br />And even the worst workplaces perpetuate some custom of workers buying cakes on their birthdays for the office. Inevitably, these are awful supermarket sludge, while even senior management only stretch to corporate catering written off as ‘hospitality’ in the company accounts. We can do better here too. Home-made cakes – even if restricted by budget and pressure of time to immediate colleagues – raise the game considerably. As do, say, scones with jam and cream, which have the added advantage that people need to take time to assemble them individually.<br />Chairman Mao may have claimed that a revolution is not a tea party, but he was wrong. In fact, in my case a good tea party has sparked the best revolutions I have personally lent my hand to.Stuart H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078244177993489659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685086130581717703.post-69604337163415306782012-01-01T03:32:00.000-08:002012-01-01T03:39:30.836-08:00Good morning, a Happy New Year and WelcomeThose who already know me may also know that I have one blog already (see <a href="http://clingingtoarock.blogspot.com/">http://clingingtoarock.blogspot.com/</a>). I am not abandoning that blog, or my interest in the themes which dominate it (religious bigotry, hate groups, junk science, prod-nosed paternalists, urban folk myth, fake ‘charity’, government incompetence and neglect ...... and the abuse of power in general - especially as it pertains to my life on the Isle of Man).<br />But this blog brings to fruition another project I have had in mind since 2008, the centenary of the birth of Quentin Crisp. I did suggest it to others with a supposedly closer interest at that time, but nobody seemed willing.<br />Perhaps I should say at once that this is not a Quentin Crisp tribute site. Neither is it an attempt to canonize Mr. Crisp. In fact, it is quite possible neither he, nor his work, nor any aspect of the cottage industry which has arisen since he left us will ever appear here. For those who want that, try his official archive at <a href="http://www.crisperanto.org/">http://www.crisperanto.org/</a> and the tribute site at <a href="http://www.quentincrisp.info/">http://www.quentincrisp.info/</a> .<br />In fact, this was not even my first choice for a site name: I actually wanted to call the blog <em>Age Against The Machine. </em>My interest was in promoting elegance, individualism and good manners in the modern workplace - and in public life in general. I thought I might chronicle a few efforts to restore some calm and dignity to places more remarkable for faded industrial carpet in pastel colours, mismatched MDF ‘office furniture’ and endless exchanges of pointless information and insults between dreary characters in ill-fitting, predominantly polyester suiting.<br />Sadly, <em>Age Against The Machine</em> was already taken for a tribute site dedicated to a grumpy, middle-aged ensemble of ‘punks’ who have benefited handsomely from the contemporary corporate music ‘scene’ and the manufacture of not only consent but dissent. Curiously though, there was far less interest in a gentle man who first startled the world many years earlier, and who, unlike would-be revolutionaries since, never once stamped a petulant foot, raised his voice or published a manifesto of demands. So, as it may have been <em>The Naked Civil Servant</em> which first alerted me, many years ago, to the possibility of a more mannered life of absolute rebellion, ‘Crisperanto’ becomes the peg on which I now hang my other hat.<br />The site may take some time to get going properly as I struggle with the technology, or simply to find the time to write it. So please be patient, and abnormal service will begin whenever possible.Stuart H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078244177993489659noreply@blogger.com3