Riding the Waves to Eternity: Hangin’ with the Cosmic Surfer

A Certain Glow

I realised earlier that I’ve settled into an comfortable routine: get up, have an easy breakfast, spend time on an exercise bike, revise some fragments of fiction, write up a 1970s music post, and find time to make supper some days, before going for my walk. For all that sounds light, in fact I often find myself wondering when I’m going to find time to do something, notably write something new that isn’t a blog post.

And I keep meaning to get my guitar fingers back into action, but really I just play the same two or three tunes all the time to keep them ticking over (Merrily Kiss the Quaker, Charlie Hunter’s Jig and Sir Sydney Smith’s March, since you ask).

It was a good bike ride earlier, only 15 minutes but I upped the resistance so it was harder work. I also finished the ride with two minutes at double or triple speed with the Ramones on my headphones.  It was a good walk too. I went out a bit earlier when it was still light and that made the empty roads even spookier somehow.

My choice of music last night stirred some controversy on a WhatsApp group I participate in (which used to be a listserver email group and has continued in one form or another since 2004-ish, maybe earlier). Various views were expressed on both the song and Bruce generally. Tonight I’ve picked a song by Nick Drake’s Mum, Molly, but I’ve chosen the rendition by Tyneside’s finest The Unthanks, followed by Gabrielle Drake reading one of her mother’s poems: Road to the Stars and Warning to Heroes.

Boppin’ Through The Wild Blue

selfie in a hat

yours truly

A quiet day, which is OK by me, even if I did have to think really hard when I woke up about what day it was. A quiet day means not much to say here, and that’s OK too because I’ve written a lot in the last few days. I haven’t even done today’s 1970 in Music post–I’ll write it up in the morning (50 years ago today: Bitches Brew, Miles Davis).

The cycle thing was great today. After a rest on Saturday and a 15 minute ride yesterday, I felt fine for 27 minutes this morning which is pretty much a doubling of time in a week after a decade of indolence. This is the time to increase the resistance of the bike, so tomorrow I’ll do a shorter time at greater resistance and spend a week or so building up again. I had a good walk this evening too.

I was editing a manuscript off and on through the day, trying to get out of a corner I’ve written myself into. I was able to do this outside because it was warm in the sun. Later, a replacement phone arrived and had to be set up. It will not be leaving the house until Wednesday, when I expect a case to arrive.

If that sounds like a slow day, well yes it was, and none the worse for that.

Music this evening from my iPod Shuffle playlist: I finished today’s cycle to this, a good adrenaline booster for a final two minute sprint 🙂

Where Do We Go From Here?

I’ve mentioned a couple of times that I find myself pondering what things might be like ‘after’. I’ve read odds and ends online and listened to some radio/podcasts along the way. I’m no nearer to reaching any conclusions and wouldn’t pretend otherwise. As Martin Kettle wrote in the Guardian, we simply don’t know what’s coming and should beware of assumptions, especially assumptions that favour our pre-existing preferences. Entrenchment is as likely as change. So this is not a considered post with a concluded view at the end of it, just some notes on what’s rattling around in my head, as much to record them for my own sake as anything else.

And I’m thinking about this from a UK perspective. Along the way I read Ed Yong’s well received piece in The Atlantic: How Will The Epidemic End?  I wouldn’t take issue with the substance of what he says, but a couple of things stood out that I want to comment on in passing.

I wrote here on 8 March that I thought America would be in a particularly bad place with this virus. Yong talks of the US healthcare system, but a substantial part of my concern for the US, where I have friends and family, is that from this side of the Atlantic it doesn’t look like there is a healthcare system in the US. I see lots of private healthcare providers, uncoordinated at county, state and federal level, forced to do the best they can while snagged in the gossamer web of health insurers and political stupidity. Vincanne Adams makes a similar point in passing in Disasters and Capitalism …and COVID-19. As I write, news continues to circulate of States forced by circumstance to compete against each other for vital clinical equipment.

Secondly, one of Yong’s possible outcomes is the one where America leads the way internationally on pandemics and climate change. I think that’s unlikely: it disregards the extent to which the US has squandered what authority it might once have had. Exceptionalism guides the assumption of a leadership role rather than co-operative participation. Leaders need followers, and who is left who would follow the US in this or climate change? Maybe under Obama, maybe under Elizabeth Warren, but both those ships have left the harbour.

Having said that as a preliminary, what’s on my mind? Accepting the caveat that it’s easy to over-analyse and misread the capacity of events to change structural norms, even global events such as this one, I think the following are all up in the air (with all the other things that will occur to me as soon as I press ‘publish’ no doubt). I’ll come back to some of these bullets as I think about them more.

    • Work practices and remote working.
    • Meeting the needs of a large cohort of newly unemployed people
    • Arts and entertainment.
    • Family structures.
    • Modes of social interaction.
    • Retail and the High Street. This was already attenuating but this crisis will be a death blow for many businesses. It will also impact on the landlords of business premises as rents disappear. I don’t expect much more than tiny violins for landlords, but this is part of the financial ecosystem that supports, for example, pension funds.
    • Transport: local, national and international. Just like the liquidity crash of 2008 was amplified by the deep interconnectivity of financial institutions, so this one is amplified by international and national travel.
    • Tourism. Plenty of countries or major cities have sucked deep on the flow of tourist money and become dependent on it. Likewise budget airlines.
    • Pollution: I’m not alone in noticing just how much pleasanter things are without ubiquitous traffic noise, airport noise and clean air.
    • Supply chains and resilience.
    • Economic orthodoxies.
    • General diet and health.
    • Social inequalities: the so-called ‘low skilled’ and underappreciated are suddenly crucial to survival.
    • Structural social inequality: no one can have failed to have noticed the widespread resentment that Prince Charles was able to be tested when health workers can’t, and able to bring his entourage to rural Deeside when us punters were told not to even think of doing any such thing. Gaby Hinsliff wrote a good piece on this: Anger over Prince Charles’s Covid-19 test is a warning sign of divisions to come Nor have we forgotten the activities of Prince Andrew or our appreciation of why Harry and Meghan did the sensible thing and extracted themselves on their own terms.
    • Political orthodoxies. Michael Gove was blathering on again today about Britain facing this as an independent nation. Will the nonsenses of nationalism in an interconnected world facing a global crisis make a dent in Brexit (or for that matter Indy in Scotland)? I don’t know; I tend to doubt it.
      It has to be said, though, and without any disrespect to individual MPs, the last month has put on display for all to see the utter irrelevance of the current Labour Party, partly because of their ludicrously over-extended leadership process that’s kept Great Uncle Chocolate Teapot in post since December.

One of the things that strikes me about that list, by the way, is that many of these are already under strain or changing; the crisis is functioning as a stress test that may, or may not, hasten processes already under way.

Finally, in a typically thoughtful article, Paul Gray, in the context of the NHS in Scotland, but with wider applicability, writes that we can’t go back to the way we were. He points to all the things , thought impossible or too hard just a month or so ago, that are now in place, established with pace and urgency. Telemedicine, long discussed but slowly implemented, and recognition of the key role of pharmacists, flourish when the imperative is JFDI. Implicit in Paul’s thought is a re-assertion of the status of the NHS and the broader public infrastructure of care. I’d like to think that one outcome of all of this will be reinforcement of the NHS (and the BBC). This doesn’t mean put them on a pedestal for uncritical regard, just recognition of their importance as institutions in a society and a reining in of the ideological attack dogs.

added: on reading this through again I realised it was a very Western perspective, and missed out on the impact of the virus in cities in the world that are densely populated with high rates of poverty and meagre health resources. I’ll try to correct this perspective in a later post.

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All is well here. the exercise regime is showing its benefits, though it’s early days yet. And today’s music? It has to be from the greatest hour of television in the history of television’s greatest hours: the cast of Buffy the Vampire Slayer from season 6 episode 7 Once More With Feeling. I’ve written previously about my love for that episode. This is the closing song which gave this post its title.

Resting

I haven’t got a lot to say tonight and plan to turn the laptop off and go and read a book soon. That’s a rock’n’roll Saturday night, kids

The cycle ride went well this morning, with a bit of a sprint for the last 4 minutes. On my walk this evening I encountered two foxes and chatted with a neighbour, keeping our 2 metres apart while an elderly couple made a conspiculously wide detour around us. The final part of the walk (6.5 minutes uphill) was good too. My aim on that section is to end up breathless and, er, I succeeded 🙂

Other than that, and a long phone call with someone I haven’t spoken to for a while, not a great deal happened except I prepared a longer post, that may go up here tomorrow night once I’m happy with it. While drafting it, I listened to BeBop Deluxe (Modern Music) and to John Coltrane (Blue Train) in the shed. Which was nice.

The hair is still purple: so far so good.

Last night’s music proved remarkably popular. I was going to put up some early Coltrane tonight, but rather than spoil the mood, here’s Mary Chapin Carpenter instead:

Purple Haze

Not much to say tonight, time caught up with me a little again; it’s remarkable how that can happen in current circumstances, but there we are .

Guradian headline

Yay for metaphors

A couple of updates on past posts. I read an interesting article in The Atlantic today, which will be part of what I was going to write tonight but haven’t put together properly yet. Metaphor watchers will be delighted to learn that in it I learned that Covid-19 is stealthier than flu.

New Scientist Tweet

More metaphor

 

 

On the subject of food (see 22 March), there was another piece in the morning’s Guardian looking at food supply chain issues. It made similar points to those previously linked to, but expanded on them. I like fruit at breakfast, but most of the fruit I eat is imported and, by its nature, perishable, so the issues are supply chain, supply chain and supply chain. I’m still thinking about it.

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Purple Haze, all around

Why have I called this post Purple Haze? Because interesting times call for interesting departures; I let Lindsay dye the ends of my hair purple. UFO fans might think this was in partial tribute to Lt. Ellis.

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Back on the exercise bike again today and another 10% added to the time cycling, to 23.5 minutes (the end of the Roxy Music track on my playlist). It all felt good to me. Now I just need to work out how, and how far, to increase the resistance, and when to do that. I had a good walk this evening too. The lighting in the mist wasn’t spooky tonight, but the sound of owls in the woods as I walked passed added a certain something to the atmosphere.

All well otherwise, though sleeping was peculiar again last night.

You might think the obvious music for tonight would be Jimi Hendrix or Prince, but a process of lateral thought brings me let my purple freak flag fly to this: