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110224 Denied

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My YouTube account has been suspended, perhaps terminated, cancelled, kaput. They have a ‘three strikes and you’re out’ system of dealing with copyright infringement. I had two strikes, one for uploading the opening credits to Mon Oncle, the other for a clip from the film Religulous. Suddenly today my gmail account was suspended and this evening I found out it was because Google/YouTube have suspended the YouTube account. The reason being I now have a third strike, not because of a new upload but a clip from The IT Crowd is under a copyright claim from MPI Media Group. As far as I can tell, this is a company publishing DVDs of TV shows.

OK, fair enough I guess, none of these are mine to upload, but I think they could be fairer in the amount of notice given. In each case if they’d given me a day to remove each violating video I would happily have done so. Also because it isn’t a new upload, you can get three strikes so easily on content you’ve had uploaded for years. The IT Crowd clip had been online for two years. Imagine if someone has three MPI Media copyrighted files uploaded – instantly their account would be cancelled.

YouTube say the only way to get my account reactivated is to win a counter claim for one of the videos, yet the counter-claim page says: ‘If you did not have all of the rights to post the material at issue, you MUST NOT submit a counter-notification’. So, a classic Catch-22. I am also suspended from creating a new account. (This is easy to get around by using another email address). I’d like to have my walking videos back online. The TV stuff I don’t really care about. This suspension happened as my channel reached over 1,000,000 views. I think I’ll probably head over to Vimeo instead but I need to test the WordPress embedding. So a lot of my blog now links to nothing…

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The new MacBook Pro line was released today. The 15″ and 17″ are now on quad core Sandy Bridge Intel i7 and the 13″ has an almighty leap from Core2Duo to i5 or i7 Sandy Bridge. I was thinking of moving from the 15″ MBP to the 13″ but there is no discreet graphics card in that model, so it’s not great for video work. The new models have Thunderbolt which is 20x faster than USB 2.0

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Feeling much better again. So very glad to sit in the sunshine at lunchtime, absorbing light, heat, relaxing. It’s been quite a sunless winter in Hampshire.

Steps stepped 4579 plus a few later this eve.

110223 Deadhead

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I feel the best I’ve felt for over a week. The dizziness is subsiding and I’m way more centred, stronger. Thanks for all the well wishes. I went over to Alresford where C gave me an acupuncture treatment, clearing out damp in my system. I felt the effects immediately, a clear head and integration taking place as I lay on the massive sofa. I’m tired though, so plenty of sleep tonight.

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Continuing the Everest odyssey, I’ve been reading Lincoln Hall’s book ‘Dead Lucky’. Regular readers will remember Lincoln is the guy who was left for dead with cerebral oedema at 8,300 meters and yet somehow survived the night to be discovered the next morning. “I imagine you are surprised to see me here,” he cheerfully announced to four climbers on their way to the summit at dawn. Here’s a ten minute interview with the legendary Lincoln Hall:

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Really liking the new Radiohead song and video. The choreography is by Wayne McGregor. In my ignorance of dance I assumed there was no choreography:

Beyonce Single Ladies version:

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Steps stepped: 3817

110222

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I’m feeling highly unusual. Spinning out a bit. It comes and goes. I can work, I can type, I can function, but I can’t focus too much, too long. A bit vague, some dizziness, some nausea. I don’t know what’s up. Perhaps a viral infection that comes back when I’m a bit run down. Perhaps not enough iron or protein. Perhaps none of this. I have felt like it before, even more out there, staggering through woods, unsure what’s going on, in Sweden, C guiding me home, me refusing to go any further north east, really wigging out. Just got to keep resting, watching my diet, taking it easy. I’ll talk to a friend soon who may be able to help. Slipping into meditative states very easily.

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New Mac Book Pros coming for Steve Job’s birthday in two days. This will open the door for the Hackintosh community as they will be running the new Sandy Bridge Intel chips.

110219 Owslebury/Marwell Loop

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Took a short walk after the days in bed, but not a lot of energy for it, either of us. We went to Owslebury then walked a loop around Marwell Wildlife Park For reasons I can’t explain, I really wanted to see a giraffe. We didn’t. But we did see some antelope I’d never seen before and an ostrich, through the fence at the back of the park. The footpath basically hugs the edge of the park. Later I read about the very old Marwell Hall, Henry VIII having stayed there and it’s supposed hauntedness.

Starting point, Owslebury church:

Caroline’s muddled boots. Mine looked and felt much the same as we stomped past Little Coney Park:

Peering through the fence at a quiet morning at the zoo. Choo choo:

Nice Park billboard:

Anyone know what these are?

And back to Owslebury:

So we have a large wildlife park twenty minutes from Brockwood. I knew it was there but hadn’t paid it any attention. We’ll go in sometime. They have over 200 species. Part of the walk met the Pilgrim’s Trail a long distance path from Winchester to Normandy. After I finish the South Downs Way, I’d like to walk the UK part of the trail.

Spent the rest of the day in bed. Watched Precious, harrowing and not really that uplifting even at the end.

Steps stepped: 9110. Too many for a not-well Duncan

110218

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Still feeling crappy. Major headache and weak, not wanting or really able to do anything very much. Spent the day in bed again, lots of sleeping and some Hackintosh research. Watched Dr Who this evening, the first full episode I have watched since… sometime in the 1980s. For the Mac build I think I will wait to see what happens with the new Sandy Bridge processors. This is Intel’s 2nd generation of the i5 and i7 so a major jump in performance, with the new i5 faster than the current i7 for not much more cost. I’ve learnt a lot about processors, motherboards, graphics cards. As long as you pick compatible components, you can hack Apple OSX to run on it. Major geekout opportunity.

That’s about it for today. I hope I feel better tomorrow.

110217

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I’ve been resting in bed again most of the day. Still feeling weak. I seem to get this every few months. I don’t go down as hard as I used to with dizziness and aches, but that same sick feeling I’ve felt for a few years now gets close by and I loose strength to do very much. There’s nothing for it but to rest up and sleep when I need.

I watched a move called Easy A. An above-average teen movie, interestingly for me set in Ojai, California where several of my friends live. The central character is quite bright yet falls into the trap of what people think of her, and is sucked under for a while by the rumour mill. You get to see quite a few shots of the city centre and surrounds, and of course a lot of the school. I really liked the parents; very funny yet caring.

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Caroline passed her driving test. Good on her! The nerves failed her somewhat and she made some mistakes, but the examiner must have noticed her general competence and ability. That means no more driving practice sessions, which are quite hard on my own nerves. For the time being she’ll be able to borrow my car for work and after a while get her own.

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This evening watched Human Planet about the grasslands of the world. Incredible footage of hunters stealing from lions, ambushing kudu, fishing for snakes, working with a bird to collect honey, fending off and then burning thousands of birds, catching and milking horses, and rounding cattle with helicopters. Men in copters was a strange site after 45 mins of traditional ways. Here’s a clip I uploaded of the kudu hunt:

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Steps stepped: Not many more than 1000. Snoozes snoozed: Many.

100215 Feeling the fear and doing it anyway

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It’s all caught up with me today, almost exhausted after the moving, decorating, the underlying emotions of C moving, the work on the flat here and this evening, the yoga teaching. I didn’t have much ooomph for the class but I enjoyed teaching it once I was there. Beforehand, as each week, the flight response so strong, the wanting to cancel, to walk away, to not bother, to find any excuse. But each week I go through with it and despite the nerves it does ease something deep inside that has long been fearful. I was very much in touch with this shameful fear on the yoga teacher course, often listening to a small voice asking why are we doing this, not wanting to it, wanting to stay with mother, stay safe, and not mix with these outsiders. To this I listened, I accepted, I loved. And now I am doing something I never thought I would be able to, something I have run from my entire adult life and most of my childhood. It’s hard but there is nothing else for it. And I get to share the thing I love, the thing I have stuck with longest in this life: yoga. I have total respect for this ancient art.

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Steps stepped: 6044

110214 Domesticity

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Finally got everything put away in its right place. The bedroom is now a study as well:

The kneeling chair is C’s but she’s not using it so I get to have it for my desk. And the living room:

This area where the sofa is may become a day bed if I get the other memory foam mattress from the attic. But for now I like the sofa.

This is the most at home I’ve felt since I was a teenager. Moving the furniture around at the weekend felt just like back in Broughton Gifford where I would often spend Sunday afternoons rearranging things, to get that just right feeling. And then the novelty of going to bed that night everything tidy and facing a new direction, and forgetting where you are when waking up in the morning.

For a while researching running OSX on PC components. May sell the MacBook Pro and small TV and get a PC (for OSX), a large TV and an iPad 2 when it comes. A real domestic day, what with the supermarket run with the girls this evening. Yet I could give it all up no problem, fine with a bed and a book.

This morning’s yoga was a run through of tomorrow’s class. It feels a good one. I will further investigate the poses in the morning to learn some more subtleties to teach. Less of the standing poses tomorrow, with seated forward bends. Looking forward to using the Tibetan Singing Bowl for the first time too, to end savasana.

110213 Eye Exercises

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Roland gave an eye health workshop at the school this evening. First we learnt about the main bones that make up the eye sockets and practised some simple exercises to ease this area. Then we leant about the multiple muscles that control the eyeball and practised some exercises to touch upon where the muscles meet the eyeballs. The next exercises were those I’ve done in yoga before, and same as in the Bates eye exercises:

Without moving head or neck

Look far right
Look far left
Repeat five times each side

Relax the eyes

Look up
Look down
Repeat five times each direction

Relax the eyes

Look top right
Look bottom left
Repeat five times

Relax the eyes

Look top left
Look bottom right
Repeat five times

Relax the eyes

Rotate the eyes 12, 3, 6, 9
Repeat five times then five times counter-clockwise

Relax the eyes

Look at something near
Look at something far
Repeat five times

Relax the eyes

Rub hands together and cup palms over the eyes, feeling the heat and darkness relaxing them

Lastly, we worked in pairs and imagined energy moving between our hands as we cupped one over our partner’s right eye, the other behind the head. This was very relaxing and I felt the muscles I’d exercised previously let go. After the workshop my eyesight had improved slightly compared to the rest of the day and my head felt clear of tension.

We use our eyes all day and hardly give them a second thought. It is good to rest the eyes each hour, and to do the above exercises once a day.

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Steps stepped: 4647

110212 Durford Walk

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I really enjoyed this TED video of Benjamin Zander that my friend Seppo put me on to. Zander’s measure of success is not wealth or fame but how many shining eyes there are around him. He speaks with real passion about his notion that classical music is for everyone. I know next to nothing about classical music but his descriptions and playing makes me want to understand more. What a character!

We went for a walk this morning over to the Rother the other side of Petersfield at Durford Mill. We started at the old bridge:

The east along the old Petersfield Midhurst branch line, a large sandpit to the south on West Heath Common. Get off my land, warn the children:

Not just lava, but boiling lava.

We went south to Down Park Farm where there were many dead rusting vehicles, including a couple of Fordson Majors:

Then back west to the Rother, enjoying the sun as we trekked across open fields, glad of the non-sticky sandy soil, passing some friends:

And to Durford Abbey Farm:

With the usual happy hostages:

Another varied walk not far from home. There was a feeling of spring in the sunshine with the birdsong reflecting the change of mood.

This afternoon we got the flat together, with the desk and drawers now in the bedroom by the window and the large bookcase in the living room. I am really happy to live in such surrounds, internally and the countryside.

Steps stepped: 9477

110211 Tibetan Singing Bowls

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Awake in the night again last night. Listened to perhaps the most profound music I have ever heard. Profound in its effect on my body. The music was by Danny Becher, using Tibetan Singing Bowls. It began at root of the spine and slowly proceeded up the body all the way to the crown. It was very definite, the effect on each part of the body, as though that part was hearing those particular tones rather than my ears. Several times, many times, my body shook and the chest lifted off the bed and then my head involuntary went forward or back, sometimes staying like that for minutes. When the tones and music went up to the neck and head, it struck my lower jaw and the tension there was incredible, like nothing I have ever felt. I tried to move it but it was locked in such tightness. Then as quickly as it came, my jaw was free and loose and not at all tense. At the end of the piece, the tones were harmonious and my whole body felt relaxed and tingly. I then slept deeply until 0930.

This morning was assembling the IKEA drawer unit for my desk, and staining the pine table I bought as a desk. My flat still isn’t up together but tomorrow I can get everything in place and finally find a home for everything. C came over after her driving lesson. It’s her birthday so we went out with CC to Portsmouth for a meal again. There was no movie we all felt we wanted to see, so did a little shopping then back to Brockwood, avoiding the Motorways.

This two home situation is going to work out so well. My nights are very different without another being lying next to me. Somehow it frees up the chance for the night t be more restful and more to happen, exploring tension and relaxation. I am aware that for a long time I have desired to be asleep. If there’s nothing going on I want to be doing something or asleep. How is it just to lie still and breathe? Or listen to some ancient bugged out healing music made with bowls:

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This is some evil shit right here – people seemingly OK with Assange being murdered.

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Steps stepped: 5085

110210 A sense of space

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Addressing a problem without taking sides was the theme of tonight’s staff dialogue. Is there another way to look at things? It has to involve looking anew, listening, a new action other than a reaction or defence. And there’s me this very morning reacting to someone saying prisoners should not be allowed to vote. I feel prisoners should be allowed. I mean, why not? To deny the vote, is it to punish them more? What is wrong with a prisoner voting? So for me this isn’t a real problem. The real problem is… well, I’m not sure at the moment; things are going well. A feeling of space, of things falling into place, of lightening of burdens and of letting go. But for sure last night my dreams were raw. Emotions running high. Supreme jealousy and anger. It’s hard to take at the time but it is refreshing to touch something real and deep. This always happens when I am alone. If it’s not touched deeply nothing much can be understood or resolved. So things are going well but there is real work going on. Not work I am doing, but a touching, an awareness of the actual state I’m in. Getting real.

If it was up to me people wouldn’t be in prison anyway, or very few. I would choose a system of one on one help and connection with that person. Non-isolated people do not tend to harm others. It must cost a fortune for people to be housed in prison, and what assistance do they get? Next to none. That money could be used much more constructively for healing and real help. But of course it is much easier to lock people away.

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I’m highly sceptical about the climate change sceptics. Only 3 in every 100 scientists dispute mankind-produced climate change.

A graphic summary of just some of the evidence for global warming. When someone tells you global warming isn’t happening, this serves as a visual reminder that you need to consider all the evidence to understand what’s happening to our climate. Signs of warming are being found not only all over the globe but in many different systems. Ice sheets are shrinking. Tree-lines are shifting towards the poles and up mountains (i.e. to cooler regions). Glaciers are retreating. Spring is coming earlier. Species are migrating to cooler regions. And so on…

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Got my new pedometer, an Omron Walking style III. Just opened it now. From tomorrow I am aiming for at least 5,000 steps a day.

110209

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Was I the only one last night who had a hip hop session on the iPod in the middle of the night, followed by listening to a Pema Chödrön talk? I suspect so. The beginning of a series of talks on shenpa (how we get hooked):

Somebody says a mean word to you and then something in you tightens — that’s the shenpa. Then it starts to spiral into low self-esteem, or blaming them, or anger at them, denigrating yourself. And maybe if you have strong addictions, you just go right for your addiction to cover over the bad feeling that arose when that person said that mean word to you. This is a mean word that gets you, hooks you. Another mean word may not affect you but we’re talking about where it touches that sore place — that’s a shenpa. Someone criticizes you — they criticize your work, they criticize your appearance, they criticize your child — and, shenpa: almost co-arising.

At one point last night she talked about going to the place no one wants to go to. This is exactly my path over the last decade and more. The hardest journey but maybe the only worthwhile one. And I am open to the possibility that there is no journey, and no place to go, but while time and space bound, is there anything else to do but address the issue? Of course, there is another, more common, more exhausting option: run and keep running.

A short taster:

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My cheap pedometer collapsed today and refused to count. I stomped around watching the display and the counter wouldn’t budge. A new, better one, is on it’s way.

110208

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First night in C’s new home. I went over after teaching yoga. I was exhausted from the moving, decorating and the emotional upheaval but got through the class OK. People really liked it. There was a tangible quiet as we all sat together at the end, and it was a shame to have to get moving to put the chairs back in the assembly hall.

The first night, neither of us slept well. Caroline didn’t sleep until gone two, and that’s when I woke up. Face next to the white wall and in the glow of a street lamp I thought I was in an Arctic expanse, snow stretching as far as I could see. As I came to, I remembered where I was, a cosy room in Alresford next to a lovely girl.

110207 Stuff

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Total domestic day, buying stuff we used to share – pillows, towels, a table to use as a desk, duvet cover, sheets, rug, a set of drawers to keep my papers organised. Retail overload; that’s enough shopping for the year, for homely things. But the new rug looks great, oh yes. Too tired to write anything more today. Pictures will follow. Goodnight.

110206 The Move

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I now live alone. Except when I don’t, like now when C is here for the evening and night. She’s all moved in to the Alresford place and it looks very cosy in her new room, with her desk, the cabinet with all the acupuncture equipment, the oriental rug and her plants. It felt good in the lounge too, really… normal. The big TV on, the same in all the other houses in the cul de sac, like that’s what we are supposed to be doing. The flat at Brockwood looks quite empty now, rug gone, paintings gone, much of the furniture gone, just some of my scruffy stuff which all needs tidying. A lot of the style of the flat came from C, and she has good taste. Now I can have my input as to how this place looks – some more reds, maybe an old desk and perhaps replacing the small sofa for a day bed. I was sad for a while today, us having done these major moves always together over the last 6 years and now C moving alone. I had a cry. We are still together, only doing things in our usual unconventional-but-feels-right way.

Plotted the yoga class for this Tuesday after we watched Top Gear and ate hearty vegetable stew.

110205 No one is ever really powerless

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Painting C’s new room in Alresford this afternoon and evening. Pure Brilliant White. It’s looking good and tomorrow we can move some furniture. We got our hopes up a little when the landlady had a new carpet rolled in the spare room. We thought it might replace the green in C’s room but no, it’s for the bathroom, to replace the purple one there. So the good news is no more purple carpeted bathroom.

I’m looking for a new desk. I fancy having a desk again, for the first time since… when I was a student.

Listening to the Flaming Lips – Embryonic. It’s freaky deaky. Some of it is too much for me but I’ve kept seven tracks, including:

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Food prices on the rise, big time:

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More freakyness with a strange light over Jerusalem:

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Bible stories they don’t preach so much:

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Not sure how many steps stepped, but a lot of standing with a roller.

110204 Retro Materialistic Delights

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Another trip to the dentist, this time for the hygienist. What is it with Alresford Dental Care? Even the hygienist was happy and into her job. I was flossed, brushed, scraped and varnished into shape, and motherlyly told off for not flossing often enough. Actually, I am inspired to look after my teeth a little better and not count on my luck which has meant only one small filling in the last 20 years.

Another three day weekend coming up, with packing tomorrow morning of C’s things for Alresford, then decorating the room. Sunday will be the actual move and then Monday helping her to settle in. I can’t quite believe she is actually moving. It’s been so long coming that now it feels like it’s not quite real.

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Really enjoying looking at this old Argos catalogue; a snapshot of 1985.

Sinclair Spectrum!

Vintage British Argos 1985 Catalogue

Game & Watch! Speak & Spell!

Vintage British Argos 1985 Catalogue

Crossfire! Tank Command!

Vintage British Argos 1985 Catalogue

Every page a retro materialistic delight.

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Google have driven their Google Street View cars inside famous galleries, to bring you this: Google Art Project

I don’t know much about art but I like the idea of a virtual gallery.

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Hedging their money on our food, distorting prices and starving people:

Food speculation: ‘People die from hunger while banks make a killing on food’

It’s not just bad harvests and climate change – it’s also speculators that are behind record prices. And it’s the planet’s poorest who pay

Food speculation graphic Illustration: Katie Edwards

Just under three years ago, people in the village of Gumbi in western Malawi went unexpectedly hungry. Not like Europeans do if they miss a meal or two, but that deep, gnawing hunger that prevents sleep and dulls the senses when there has been no food for weeks.

Oddly, there had been no drought, the usual cause of malnutrition and hunger in southern Africa, and there was plenty of food in the markets. For no obvious reason the price of staple foods such as maize and rice nearly doubled in a few months. Unusually, too, there was no evidence that the local merchants were hoarding food. It was the same story in 100 other developing countries. There were food riots in more than 20 countries and governments had to ban food exports and subsidise staples heavily.

The explanation offered by the UN and food experts was that a “perfect storm” of natural and human factors had combined to hyper-inflate prices. US farmers, UN agencies said, had taken millions of acres of land out of production to grow biofuels for vehicles, oil and fertiliser prices had risen steeply, the Chinese were shifting to meat-eating from a vegetarian diet, and climate-change linked droughts were affecting major crop-growing areas. The UN said that an extra 75m people became malnourished because of the price rises.

But a new theory is emerging among traders and economists. The same banks, hedge funds and financiers whose speculation on the global money markets caused the sub-prime mortgage crisis are thought to be causing food prices to yo-yo and inflate. The charge against them is that by taking advantage of the deregulation of global commodity markets they are making billions from speculating on food and causing misery around the world.

As food prices soar again to beyond 2008 levels, it becomes clear that everyone is now being affected. Food prices are now rising by up to 10% a year in Britain and Europe. What is more, says the UN, prices can be expected to rise at least 40% in the next decade.

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My yoga practice has changed this week. I’ve just been getting on the mat and moving the way I feel I need to. No schedules, sequences, timings, guidance.

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Steps stepped: 4282

110202

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Taught another class to a student who couldn’t make it yesterday and people who wanted to come again. Going over the same class routine again I could add more detail and I was also able to take it easier. It’s a good way to learn how to teach, with no money involved, to reasonably small groups.

Not much to say about today. A cold, damp, windy day and not much going on. Took a walk at lunchtime with C, one of the last while she lives at Brockwood. I’ll miss that, being able to hook up that easily and just take a stroll. She won’t be far away, just a few miles, which takes a little more organising. But when you aren’t living together the conversation is deeper, less about domestics, and less of the feeling that you know pretty much everything that’s happened to each other. It’s a hard time for her, with a new home, new job and new practice all coming at once.

Going to bed really early now, way before nine.

Steps stepped: 6007

110201 Mean World Syndrome

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I taught yoga at Brockwood Park School this evening – a weekend class open to students, mature students and staff. I kept to the same format as last year, a gentle class with relaxation at the beginning and end, plenty of pratapana before some classical poses. People welcomed it and said it was just what they needed. I’m glad to be able to help a little. I still get nervous beforehand. Not directly before but during the afternoon as it gets nearer. But once I am inside the hall and I get to the reality of it rather than the imagined scenario, it is fine. I am accepting what I feel, loving it and allowing it’s place. I’ve been afraid of speaking in front of groups since Miss Dolan’s class when I was about six, when I probably cried. So this is healthy for me, to speak in a context in which I am comfortable and enjoy sharing. Another class tomorrow due to demand (and my wanting to keep class sizes to around 10).

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A clue to DJ Premier’s inventiveness:

Like, I was a weird dude… I used to listen to a lot of New Wave stuff, like The Smiths, and Psychedelic Furs, and The Cure, Siouxsie And The Banshees, Dial House, Joy Division… I was into all that stuff. The Thompson Twins, just all this crazy stuff.

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Great iPlayer viewing: How TV Ruined Your Life. Episode 1: Fear.

Those old public information films were very frightening. It’s all inside somewhere; I’m riddled with fears of overhead power lines, substations and farmyard terrors.

From the show:
“Television began to enjoy the same level of influence on society as religion had for centuries.”
Our “brain nuts” (Amygdala) don’t know the difference between TV and real violence, so despite any rationalisation and fancy shoes, the same primitive fight or flight response kicks in. It’s stressful, and the nervous energy doesn’t get used up in the would-be fight or flighting.
“The more TV news you watch, the more passive, nervous and frightened you become.” But you don’t show it of course. The more frequently an image is repeated on screen, the greater significance we attach to it in the real world. Mean World Syndrome: the belief the world is a mean and frightening one.
And switching it off doesn’t make you feel any safer because now you are more aware than ever of the glowing silence all around.
“You are 20 times more likely to die driving to the airport than you are on the plane”
The more frequently an image is repeated on screen, the greater significance we attach to it. Mean World Syndrome, the belief the world is a dangerous place.
“What if the Large Hadron Collider went a bit Amstrad?”
Good old Charlie Brooker.

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Steps stepped: 4447