Friday, May 18, 2012

Downtime Day 1

It is Friday and you smell the grind ahead of you, and it is not an aromatic coffee grind either. Gird up your loins, quit ye like men, and so on. Today is the day of the disk warrior, the diskoboulos of ancient Olympic prowess.
Many hours later, you realise that the disk is corrupt beyond belief. A decade of the power it has wielded in your life has made it old and wily, cunning as only kingship can be. And make no mistake, you have made it a little king, a petty kinglet, but one who can stick you in the back of the head with a sword.
There is trouble here. Deep trouble. The sort of trouble that money can only dig you out from about halfway.
And so it is D-Day +1, and all the bells are ringing. They do not ring for joy, but for alarums and excursions, and altogether too many harbingers of chaos. All the bells on earth. All. All.
For today we go to war, carbon-brain against silicon-brain, and if all else fails, the glucose-powered wrath of man will smash the copper-conducted buzzwords of the binary.

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Sunday, January 24, 2010

World, Flesh and Development

A couple of thousand years ago, in Palestine, an infamous rabbi had an equally infamous disciple (at least, from a modern day perspective, for he was the one who gave us the modern sense of a Greek word that used to mean 'unveiling') who said, "For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world."

Today I was sitting in a place in Somerset, watching the world go by, when the Meme said to me, "Y'know, the whole world depends on people spending a lot of money on what they don't need. If people only spent money on what they needed, everyone would be poor and the world would fall apart."

It makes a terrible kind of logical sense. And trying to reverse this pattern is not possible unless there is some sort of apocalypse first. Perhaps in 2012? Heh.

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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Exit Strategy

This morning I ended up reading the 21st chapter of Ezekiel. For those of you seldom (or never) end up prowling around such distant chambers, the book of Ezekiel the prophet is one of the most visually and viscerally dramatic of apocalyptic writings. Ezekiel 21 is not an exception.

And the word of the LORD came unto me, saying,

"Son of man, set thy face toward Jerusalem, and drop thy word toward the holy places, and prophesy against the land of Israel, and say to the land of Israel, thus saith the LORD; 'Behold, I am against thee, and will draw forth my sword out of his sheath, and will cut off from thee the righteous and the wicked. Seeing then that I will cut off from thee the righteous and the wicked, therefore shall my sword go forth out of his sheath against all flesh from the south to the north: that all flesh may know that I the LORD have drawn forth my sword out of his sheath: it shall not return any more.'

"Sigh therefore, thou son of man, with the breaking of thy loins; and with bitterness sigh before their eyes. And it shall be, when they say unto thee,' Wherefore sighest thou?' that thou shalt answer, 'For the tidings; because it cometh: and every heart shall melt, and all hands shall be feeble, and every spirit shall faint, and all knees shall be weak as water: behold, it cometh, and shall be brought to pass, saith the Lord GOD.'

Again the word of the LORD came unto me, saying,

"Son of man, prophesy, and say, Thus saith the LORD; 'Say, A sword, a sword is sharpened, and also furbished: it is sharpened to make a sore slaughter; it is furbished that it may glitter: should we then make mirth? it contemneth the rod of my son, as every tree. And he hath given it to be furbished, that it may be handled: this sword is sharpened, and it is furbished, to give it into the hand of the slayer.'

"'Cry and howl, son of man: for it shall be upon my people, it shall be upon all the princes of Israel: terrors by reason of the sword shall be upon my people: smite therefore upon thy thigh. Because it is a trial, and what if the sword contemn even the rod? it shall be no more,' saith the Lord GOD.

"Thou therefore, son of man, prophesy, and smite thine hands together. and let the sword be doubled the third time, the sword of the slain: it is the sword of the great men that are slain, which entereth into their privy chambers. I have set the point of the sword against all their gates, that their heart may faint, and their ruins be multiplied: ah! it is made bright, it is wrapped up for the slaughter. Go thee one way or other, either on the right hand, or on the left, whithersoever thy face is set. I will also smite mine hands together, and I will cause my fury to rest: I the LORD have said it."

It is all in the sheer dynamism of the phrasing, the graphic nature of the word-hoard, the eccentricity of punctuation. It is the voice of He who wields a terrible swift sword, who makes hearts melt and hands become enfeebled. The trial comes, and then the judgement, and who shall withstand the wrath?

One is tempted to take such literature out of context, irrationally and antitheologically. But one should be conscious and cautious about what exactly one intends to do. What if the tolling of the bell is not for the wicked who are obviously so, but for those who claim to be righteous and are not? What if this warning to ancient Israel has nothing to do with modern Israel, or to any modern Jerusalem that sets up the abomination of desolation within its gates? But there it is; when the eagles of Zeus are mounted in the gates of the once-consecrated city, it is the end.

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Thursday, July 10, 2008

Argonaut

I speak with the Argonaut much more frequently these days, and we look back across space and time, across the parade square which is no longer there, across the staff room that is no longer what it was, across the days that look as if they were turning to evening and night, across the seasons of what may yet prove to be an indian summer.

And we count the poppies, row on row. Perhaps they should be some other flower though. As John Barnes's elegant fairy-tale has it:

One for the morning glory;
Two for the evening dew;
Three for the man who will stand his ground;
And four for the love of you.

We count them all. It is a story of countability, if not accountability. It is an interesting story, with many little threads, some of which look large to some participants, some of which look small, and all of which seem to be of different colours to different people. It begins with 'once upon a time' like most fairy-tales do, and we do not yet see the 'happily ever after'.

Or perhaps, it all began when we collectively started losing our heads. Old heads, younger heads, most of those with the blue and gold. Former heads were not exempt; uneasy lies the head which wore a crown (or more than one head, or more than one crown). I watched, a passer-by, a chronicler, a man with everything archived. He watched, a man to be trusted, a clever man, a man with everything to live for. And we counted, and continue to count.

We have not seen such heavy losses ever. It is the end of the age of men, and the beginning of the age of the machine-gun, the trench, the barbed wire and the pillbox. Verdun and the Somme. "In Flanders fields, the poppies blow..." We haven't written an epitaph yet, because there is yet time for more to come.

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Friday, February 22, 2008

Misstatement

Can you imagine if my mission statement was this?

"To be a very large tree under which all kinds of nuts could be developed in all kinds of ways."

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That's just the amusing part of my day though. What came to mind as the day progressed was the second chapter of the book of the prophet Daniel. Slowly, I saw it in my mind's eye, that exposition of the dream of King Nebuchadnezzar. I am not ashamed to say that I was terrified. The clues are all there: a king of kings who is a head of gold, and the subsequent unfolding history of the world.

You, O king, are a king of kings: for the God of Heaven has given you a kingdom, power, and strength, and glory.

And wherever the children of men dwell, the beasts of the field and the fowls of the heaven has He given into your hand, and has made you ruler over them all. You are this head of gold.

And after you shall arise another kingdom inferior to you, and another third kingdom of brass, which shall bear rule over all the earth.

And the fourth kingdom shall be strong as iron: for as much as iron breaks in pieces and subdus all things: and as iron that breaks all these, so shall it break in pieces and bruise.

And whereas you saw the feet and toes, part of potters' clay, and part of iron, the kingdom shall be divided; but there shall be in it of the strength of the iron, for as much as you saw the iron mixed with miry clay.

And as the toes of the feet were part of iron, and part of clay, so the kingdom shall be partly strong, and partly broken.

And whereas you saw iron mixed with miry clay, they shall mingle themselves with the seed of men: but they shall not cleave one to another, even as iron is not mixed with clay.

And in the days of these kings shall the God of Heaven set up a kingdom, which shall never be destroyed: and the kingdom shall not be left to other people, but it shall break in pieces and consume all these kingdoms, and it shall stand for ever.

For as much as you saw that the stone was cut out of the mountain without hands, and that it broke in pieces the iron, the brass, the clay, the silver, and the gold; the great God has made known to the king what shall come to pass hereafter: and the dream is certain, and the interpretation thereof is sure.

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I have been told that I have a small part of the gift of prophecy. Whatever it is that makes people say that, I often wish it would stop. And I am sure that all these things will go away, and that only love will abide.

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Monday, December 31, 2007

All Things Made New

The flesh I live in is beginning to show its age; I am reminded constantly of the fate of the meat I inhabit – connective tissue disconnects, circulatory systems choke, respiratory systems expire. Everything dims, fades. We are indeed 'not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven'.

But I realise that my duty is not to this flesh, or to the pattern of this world, but to what the flesh can do in this short span of time. Man, since the Fall, has always had to work; it has become the means by which he lives out his redemption and the means by which salvation can be glimpsed (though not attained, since that is by the grace of God). And that is why there is nothing better than to work with one's hands and lead a quiet life.

I remember the days in which power burned bright and attracted us, as moths to a flame. But the power doesn't last, the glory does not glow, the only things left are the strong metals left after the refiner has done his job. It is the fate of men to strive for the useless and worthless, only to realise that they grieved the God they claimed to serve. It is a hard thing, that.

And yet, there is the promise of a newer time, not necessarily a better age, but a time for peace and the breaking of spears. Rain and tears, blood and fire, ethanol and poetry, tea, coffee, chocolate, mercury, ruthenium, stone and glass, steel and pain. All these things run together and are one. One day we shall sit in the Eternal City, wondering why we thought of Rome as such. One day we might be elevated to a state besides which our current state is mephitic.

I look out of the window and see the rain that has not come and the fire that is yet to come alive. The exultation of angels is in the air, and the exaltation of the lowly things is on its way. I am happy, glad, makarios. The best is yet to be.

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Monday, July 09, 2007

Apocalypse When?

It's amazing what kind of documents I find cluttering my hard drive. I was searching for documents on education when I came across this stubby little piece which doesn't seem connected to anything else. I'm not even sure how complete it is, or what its provenance is. But some of the ideas in it are quite interesting.

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Apocalypse

Towards the end of the 20th, and in the early years of the 21st century, a confluence of mathematics, the natural sciences and the social sciences began streaming towards a post-modern form of apocalypse. Of course, being post-modern, the apocalypse (‘unveiling’ in classical Greek) took the form of a growing intimation that the end of history was at end, and that after this glorious moment of our times would come chaos and then the fall of night.

The architects of this world view were a curious mixture of mostly French and American intellectuals, who though hailing from related intellectual traditions, tended towards opposite trends in terms of optimism and pessimism – the French were typically negative about finding meaning in the various disciplines, while the Americans were typically positive about finding the ultimate underpinnings of the universe.

These proponents of potential disaster and the end of things thus included thinkers such as the French topologist Rene Thom (catastrophe theory), American social philosopher Francis Fukuyama (‘the End of History’), [long list of contributors in fields as diverse as metaphysics, biology, semantics… ] Their conclusions included both the utopian idea that the world would slowly converge towards the adoption of universal standards of political and financial governance (thus putting an end to social change and hence ‘history’), and the dystopian idea that the exploding complexity of the human world would in the end make it impossible to stave off some form of anthropogenic calamity – microbiological, ecological, or radiological in nature.

The fact that two so very different ‘endings’ could be postulated, and yet still not exclude each other, was a pointer towards one main theme. The theme which heralded the start of the new millennium was ‘complexity’. From the newly rejuvenated biological disciplines came the realization that the mathematical concept of sudden escalation into chaos could be used to describe populations of living things. It was a short step to link this to the old maxim, “Change is the only constant.”

From catastrophe and cessation to chaos and complexity was perhaps a journey only the intellectuals and pseudo-intellectuals could appreciate. But what did the rise of an increasingly global economy and the ascendance of multipolarity in all spheres of human achievement mean to the man in the street? It meant change, and with it, confusion.

While the intellectuals were having their fun and games, unlikely opposition arose in the form of Al-Qaeda and the 2002 airborne destruction of the World Trade Center in New York City. It became clear that Fukuyama’s romantic ‘end of history’ was to be delayed by the resurgence of tribal enmities, and that the new millennium would turn out to be more fractious than hitherto expected.

Even before this tragic incident, it was by no means certain that any form of global homogeneity would develop. The collapse of financial markets throughout booming Asia in 2001 sent a strong signal that too rapid a rush towards a truly global economy would require a lot more than unfettered multilateral trade.

Politics, economics… even the sciences were not immune. Luddites in Europe fought against genetically modified crops while Americans panicked over misplaced ex-Soviet nuclear devices. If anything, the new millennium looked set to be an even more bewildering kaleidoscope of viewpoints and ideas than the previous one.

Yet, there were voices of sanity. Managing change became a hot topic as the social sciences decided that the unpredictable and inevitable could be surmounted by cultural flexibility and organic structures. In the field of education, experts like Gardner, Fullan [another long list] pointed out that humans were adaptable creatures, and that given an appropriate education, would survive and thrive even in a world like this.

Asia found its voice in the most unlikely of places. Singapore’s then-Prime Minister Goh said at the 7th International Conference on Thinking: “We have to prepare ourselves for a bracing future - a future of intense competition and shifting competitive advantages, a future where technologies and concepts are replaced at an increasing pace, and a future of changing values. Education and training are central to how nations will fare in this future. Strong nations and strong communities will distinguish themselves from the rest by how well their people learn and adapt to change.”

Japan’s ex-Prime Minster Nakasone weighed in with, “The era will be a composite of globalism and nationalism. Our task at this turning point is, therefore, to think about education, culture and science with this future in mind." And in Singapore, long-used to being at the mercy of the larger world, people began to find answers to UN Ambassador Mahbubani’s question, “Can Asians think?”

It has always been a tenet of the Singapore Education System (SES) that human resources, being the only major resource of the country, should be developed to their highest economic potential. As the SES evolved, the measure of economic potential also changed – and this was reflected in the desired outcomes of education. In the initial years, national survival meant mass technical and scientific education, with an emphasis on literally nation-building skills such as engineering. As Singapore became a more established nation in the late 1970s and 1980s, special programmes to harness talent began to appear: junior colleges, humanities scholarships, a gifted education programme.

But this emphasis on hothousing the academic side of the intellect began to shift in the 1990s. The question of “Can Asians think?” was directed at functional thinking for the post-modern future – thinking which could chart a course through an age of complexity, or find new solutions to new problems. This kind of thinking was not exactly prevalent in the SES.

It had become apparent that the eight nominally-independent schools approved by Singapore’s Ministry of Education (MOE) were being innovative, but perhaps insufficiently so [several research references], with one or two leading the pack and some almost indistinguishable from the non-independent schools. Re-enter the Ministry with a brand new scheme. In December 2002, the MOE approved the setting up of Integrated Programmes in four schools: “The introduction of Integrated Programmes will increase diversity and add choice to Singapore's education system. The Integrated Programme, which allows secondary students to proceed to Junior College without taking the 'O' levels, caters to those who can benefit from a less structured Upper Secondary / Junior College programme. The hallmark of the Integrated Programmes should be innovation and the provision of a holistic education.”

It was as if innovation and a holistic education had never existed in Singapore. With one statement, the Emperor had been shown not to have any clothes. Or was this really the case? This study seeks to examine the background to, and the implementation of the Integrated Programmes in the context of their times. The following questions arise at this point:

  1. Is the concept of Integrated Programmes an appropriate and well-conceived educational response to the global sociopolitical situation of the early 21st century?

  2. How have these programmes been implemented in schools, and what distinct functional and philosophical differences are there in each implementation?

  3. What modifications and innovations in school structural and organizational models have been necessitated by these implementations?

  4. To what extent have these implementation models met with, or are likely to meet with, actual or predicted success?

  5. What are the likely national outcomes of these programmes and their probable effect on the future of education in Singapore?

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Such interesting stuff. I have been unable to elicit further information about the piece, or to find any sequelae. What a pity.

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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Beyond Thunderdome

There is always the rebel alliance, there are always the unwanted and unwashed lords of misrule beyond the pale. Somewhere out there, the twisted mutants bring life to the scorched post-apocalyptic desert. And the ravens laugh.

The signs are there. The effete world of the eugenicists, the controllers, the artificial and synthetic intelligences – this too will pass. For raw blood and the knife of the mind conspire to turn the order of the world upon its head, to what it should have been. It is a time for heroes.

Will you be one?

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Reading List:

1. The Book of Seth
2. A Book of Gaiman
3. Grandmaster-Level Courage
4. A High-Class Reply to a Low-Class Insult

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Sunday, April 08, 2007

Great Eastern Life

All things are made new. There is nothing in that old shell, that old place, for you. There is instead the powerful life, the enormous potential, the noise of the crusade.

And every person's conscience must decide what is worth it and what is not.

For He is risen, and the clock of the world began its final circuit a long time ago. It could be 11:53 pm right now.

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