Archive for the 'Personal' Category

Email bankruptcy

I recently cleared my email inbox at work and put measures in place to keep it that way. It took a couple of solid days hard graft to make sure things were properly filed or otherwise taken care of.

Now I’m giving my personal email the same treatment. The problem here is that I’m dealing not with thousands of emails but tens of thousands, going back years.

So rather than go through every single email I’m declaring email bankruptcy, archiving the lot—read or not—and starting afresh! I’ve also removed myself from a myriad of email subscriptions accumulated over the years.

Upshot is you should find me a lot more responsive to email from now on. If you’ve sent me anything important in the past month (or year!) and I haven’t responded please accept my profuse apologies and resend it. I’ll respond as soon as I can, from my new found state of email nirvana. :)

Farewell Gordon

No parent should have to see their child die, but if you were my son, Gordon, I would be immensely proud that you lived every minute of your allotted time to its utmost. A gentleman and a scholar, farewell brother.

Close up portrait of Gordon Sloan, at a market in Baghdad, 16 Feb 2003

Photo of Gordon Sloan at Sabaa Nisan water plant, on sunny day in Baghdad, with large water treatment tanks in bankground, 17 Feb 2003

Revoking Baptism and Confirmation

I spent my early teenage years attending a catholic high school where debate about the more dubious aspects of organised religion was relatively open, so I’ve generally had an attitude of live and let live; as long as people don’t attempt to impose their fairy tales on me I won’t get on their backs about how silly they’re being.

Well, during a recent stay in New Zealand with my family I came under a lot of pressure to attend a Sunday church service. All stops were pulled. “Do it for Mum.” “Do it for me.” Even my three year old niece was drafted in, adorned with requisite adorably innocent face, to push the guilt nail home and drag me from my warm hangover haven of a bed.

I think it was at this point that I decided a passive position on religion was an outmoded strategy. I explained to my confused niece that I disagreed with going to church but that it was okay for her to go without me. So, her first hint that there’s something fishy about going to church. Not bad for a three year old.

Book cover of The Tree of Life: The Wonder of Evolution, by Ellen JacksonShe had a birthday recently so I did the only right thing, I gave her a children’s book on evolution: The Tree of Life: The Wonders of Evolution. Not the easiest kind of book to find. It’s the only one I managed to unearth that conveys the wonder and excitement of evolution. I can recommend it, I just wish it was illustrated in colour.

As an agnostic my basic philosophical view with regard to theology is that I do not know how many gods there are, whether there be thousands, one or zero, and I don’t regard it as a particularly important question. My mother and I had agreed not to discuss the subject of religion at one point but, judging from my recent visit home, my heresy appears to be back on the table. So the gloves are off.

I’ve decided that the only reconcilable thing to do in order to convey my seriousness and help break the cycle is revoke my Baptism and Confirmation and encourage my friends and whanau to do the same.

What it means for my godfather status with regard to my niece I’m unsure. Traditionally godparents have been considered informally responsible for ensuring the child’s religious education is carried out and for caring for the child should he or she be orphaned. Although my sister, her husband and I are far more interested in the later the Roman Catholic Church, according to Wikipedia, requires that godparents are Confirmed, so let’s just say there could be technical difficulties.

Now, if I could just work out how to do it. Naturally I’ll keep you posted.

Note: Whanau and friends are encouraged to comment below or forever hold their peace. Let’s have this one out in the open where opinions can be recorded for posterity.

Update, 28th April, 2006: It turns out you can’t actually revoke Baptism or Confirmation. According to Wikipedia such sacraments are said to leave indelible spiritual marks on one’s being. The outcome of this is the subject of my next post. Stay tuned!

Back in London

So much for having wads of time to blog, I’m back in London now. Taking a holiday in NZ doesn’t involve a whole lot of time indoors.

Fortunately I managed to do some things I’ve wanted to do since I was a teen: walked around Lake Waikaremoana with my father and brother, sailed through Milford Sound, and hitched up the West Coast of the South Island.

Just out of Te Anau, next to a river on the way to Milford Sound, Aotearoa.

More photos on Flickr.com.

One interesting thing to come out of it for me is the realisation that Aotearoa is not so much unique for its wilderness but for the isolation of its wilderness. I love London because there’re so many bloody people here, of all walks of life. Conversely what I love about NZ is the fact that there’s almost no people, and the culture that grows from that.

While I was back it took me some time to get used to anybody within a five metre radius saying hi or kia ora. And I remember arriving in NZ with a list of things that I’d given myself a week to do. I crossed off the last item by lunch time of the first day. No queues, no items out of stock, no parking problems. No dramas.

Unfortunately, given a chance, the growth imperative of our current infantile economic system will likely put an end to all this eventually, including the purity of the NZ wilderness.

Going coming home

I’m going/coming home to NZ for a couple of months on 29 November. Looking forward to some fresh air, water and food. Looking forward to getting out into the bush too. And the whanau of course, including another new niece!

Might even have time to do a little more writing on this blog while I’ve got my feet up. Now your fucked.

If you know of anyone who needs a room in London for a couple of months let me know. I’ll be back in London at the end of January if you miss me. :)

Ka kite ano Londoners.