The Last Night

The UK's size and latitude overlayed on a map of North America

If you ask most people how far north the United Kingdom is you will get a myriad of responses most of which will be wrong. Even for those of us who actually live here there is a surprising misconception that lies in part thanks to the difficulty of representing the Earth, a 3 Dimensional object on a map which is a 2 Dimensional object. The problem is that loss of the third dimension necessitates the loss of accuracy, some information has to be lost in the process of flattening the globe. There's an interesting video on YouTube by Map Men - Jay Foreman and Mark Cooper-Jones that discusses this concept in detail and the implication it has on the accuracy of the maps we use every day.

Being a Prude by Profession

We11done Spring 2020 Backless Suit

I am a slut, or rather I'm a retired slut as my sex life is non-existent right now due to everything else that's going on. If you've been following my recent posts you will know that I've been considering a career change for some time. Among the myriad of variables to factor into this decision, the social ramifications are something that I find fascinating, particularly how your choice of career can impact your sex life. In pursuit of information regarding this goal I've been researching what funding is available here in the UK to retrain. Beyond the degree apprenticeship programme which I previously mentioned I've been looking at studying at University full time and whether that is a viable route.

If you already have a degree in the UK you can't normally access student loans, those cover the cost of first degrees only, there are however some limited exceptions. Most of these exceptions are careers where there is a shortfall or the qualification also leads to a professional accreditation. Once again that moniker "professional" rears its head in the context of employment which irks me to no end. In this case however the definition of professional is defined simply as a job that requires registration and qualification in order to pursue. Among these include Architects, Dentists, Doctors, and Teachers. None of these professions interest me.

Artificial Incompetence

HAL9000 from 2001: A Space Odyssey

In an ideal world the careers we pursue would be guided by our strengths, our aptitude would determine our success and we would be rewarded with merit for how good we are at doing our jobs. This concept is known as meritocracy and it's usually primarily in the context of governments, namely those which claim to appoint people to their key positions based on ability and proven track records. If you've paid attention to politics in recent years even briefly so, then you will know this claim is patently untrue. This isn't a political post though, much as there is to say on the matter I would mostly be echoing what you've already heard a thousand times over.

What interests me about the idea of meritocracy is its application beyond government to everyone else and the jobs that they do. Judgement of politicians to one side, they are not the only people we see in jobs and feel they're in the wrong profession. The truth is that capitalism doesn't reward ability it rewards durability - or permanence. The people who remain in their jobs are those that can withstand the pressure of their job, even if they're crap at it.

The Dark Side of ASMR

ASMRtist with her hands cupping the microphone, image credit: Karolina Grabowska at pexels.com

By now most people probably know what ASMR is, it stands for Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response and describes an involuntary sensory response triggered by an external stimulus such as sight, sound, or touch. The sensation is best described as a tingle that emanates from a trigger point and passes through the body in a wave of nervous stimulation.

I watch a lot of ASMR videos on YouTube, some of them with active focus where the video is the only thing I fixate on, and others more passively as a background whilst I work. They provide a sense of comfort and relaxation that helps relieve anxiety. As far as tingles are concerned, the first time I ever felt ASMR was when I was a kid and didn't know what it was. Every time I would get my head shaved I would feel a shiver wash over me when the electric razor passed by my ear. This trigger is the only one that I've never become immune to, no matter how often I hear it.

Go Again?

You can tell how old someone is mentally when you ask them to make a decision based on an impulse and measure the hesitation that follows. When I was 18 years old I thought nothing of applying to University in London whilst living here in Northern Ireland. The distance wasn't a factor in the decision making process at all. In fact the choice of University was at first random, there were 6 places to fill on the University application form known as a UCAS form, I had filled 4 places with the Universities I thought I would choose from, and filled the final two places with Universities that looked interesting but were ultimately chosen at random.

It wasn't until after I was invited to an open day, and received an offer that I actually considered the possibility of living in London with any serious weight. If you asked me to do the same thing now as a 35 year old - approaching 36 in a few weeks, the hesitation is incalculable. It's not just a hypothetical idea either for me now, it's a realistic possibility. Here in the UK there are a growing number of Degree Apprenticeship programmes, these have no age limit and work on the basis of applying for a job to an employer, if accepted you work at a discount whilst also studying for a degree alongside your job, at the end of the first 3 or 4 years you are then awarded a Degree. Essentially this is the equivalent of an employer sponsoring your degree.

Halcyon Lights

The world that turns knows not our remiss
Nor the warm embrace of a lover's kiss
It turns forever with each passing day
Now void of the words you used to say

Your loss was felt by those who remain
A loss marked by most intimate of pain
In the echo of the night your music plays
With a sombre yearning for bygone days

As we remember your heart beneath halcyon lights
Striving to reach all those promised heights
Yet darkness swells as we watch this world burn
In sorrow we beseech why would you return?

Romeo and Julian

Cover art for 30 Jahre by Michelle

As a gay man I am blessed and cursed by the fact that beyond higher education, society doesn't really know what to do with me. What I mean by this is that in contrast to a straight person, their life has a set path that society expects them to follow; they're born, attend education, graduate, date, marry, have kids, and raise those kids to do the same. Every major life goal or milestone that society expects of straight people centres around this path, from renting and eventually buying a home big enough to house those kids, getting a job where you earn enough to support them, even marriage as a concept was tightly linked to having children.

As a gay man though, the expectation to get married isn't placed on us, even in the rare instances where it is, there's no time frame that we're pressured into. If you're straight you're expected to be married and have your first kid by 30, if you wait longer then you're going to end up in the position where you'll already be feeling the effects of ageing and find it difficult to keep up with those children. For gay men as neither can get pregnant this time pressure isn't present because the assumption is that you will adopt if you do have kids. That is if there is any expectation to get married and have kids at all, many cultures and communities actively push against the idea of gay parents - which is ridiculous, the idea that gay parents will make kids gay is just asinine, having straight parents didn't make me straight.

Normalcy

People's attitudes to intelligence can tell you a lot about their insecurities. When I was a kid I learned quite early in my life that people only valued your intelligence as long as they didn't perceive it as a threat, and as long as it didn't make them feel inadequate. I was top of my class for a time, but that position made me a target for bullies to the point where I intentionally dumbed myself down in school. I didn't see the merit in pushing to be first when all that got me was hostility from those around me. This held true throughout my Primary and Secondary Education, I did what I needed to pass each class with a comfortable margin and made little effort to apply myself further.

This drew the ire of teachers who accused me of not taking my education seriously, I pushed back out of spite and sat at the top of my class in a handful of subjects again mainly to shut up the teachers not because I had a vested interest in doing well. I was already being bullied for other reasons at that point, so it didn't make much difference to me.

The Psychology of Food

I think I need to fundamentally reassess my relationship with food. When I was a child my family regularly went through financial fluctuations in our budget, there were times when we had extra money which was when we occasionally had takeout; there were also times when our budget was comfortable those were the times when we ate regularly and also had between meal snacks, and between-between meal snacks. Then there were times when money was tight so we'd only really eat at our regularly dinner time in the evening, and a light breakfast which was usually just cereal or toast.

There was an element of guilt associated with uneaten food, the times when money was tight this element of guilt was at its highest and conversely when money was expendable the guilt for not eating everything I was given was less, but not completely absent. That mentality prevailed for my childhood and teenage years. The problem with all of this was that I had never been able to regulate my metabolism no matter how much or how little I ate because my circadian rhythm - the time when I wake and sleep - was never in sync with my family. I have posited that this is related to my Nystagmus, the ramification being that I've never been able to sleep willingly or at a regular time because I only ever sleep out of exhaustion.

Write for yourself, first and foremost

If you're of a creative mindset, whatever the form of expression you use as an outlet for your creativity there is inevitably the question of who you create for - do you create for yourself, or for others, or do you try and find a balance between both of these influences?

When you create for yourself, ultimately the act of creation is a form of self expression, and introspection. Everything you create ultimately comes from somewhere inside of you, what you choose to express reflects an internal state. This becomes the most difficult to face when you create characters you want to hate, even if you draw from external influences for inspiration, the character you create is an extension of you. In order to convey what a character thinks and feels, and how they act, you have to embody the mentality of the character which forces you to face the reality that what the character does is an impression of what you yourself would do in their situation.

Classism

Students throwing their mortarboard caps in the air at graduation

I witnessed an exchange lately where someone uttered the words "You're just a hairdresser, what do you know!?" the nature of the argument was somebody else's business so I won't go into details, that's not my story to tell; however what I can say is that the hairdresser in question has a degree in Art History and she very much has the authority correct this person.

This whole exchange however made me think about just how much other people make assumptions about someone's education and background based on the work that they do. I have a degree in Computer Science with Games Technology but I've never actually used it since I graduated from University as I never went into that field to work. I have done other jobs were elements of my education have been useful, and although I would choose a different degree if I were doing things over, I don't regret the choice I made.

Now What?

HSE UK COSHH Symbol for Health Hazards, a black exclamation point on a white background contained within a red diamond

In a few of my recent posts I mentioned the health problems I am currently going through, as a small update I had a follow-up appointment with my Doctor today to discuss my test results and my suspicions have been confirmed, I do in fact have an allergy to rapeseed oil. It's been about 12 hours now since I had this confirmed and I've been mulling over the ramifications and it still hasn't fully sank in.

I'm no stranger to allergies as a concept, I've struggled with hayfever for as long as I can remember, it's just part of my life and something I learned to work around. I'm also allergic to ginger which I found out when I had sushi for the first time and went into Anaphylactic Shock later that day. This is different though, this is a little more insidious.

Digital Privilege

Close up of a camera aperture

I talked about Parasocial Relationships in a previous post and how the evolution of technology evolved so quickly to enable us to see and hear people that aren't in the same room that it was unrealistic to expect our physiological evolution to catch up to that reality in such a short space of time.

I've been thinking about how technology enables us to revisit past moments in our lives with absolute clarity and realised that we live in a time of "Digital Privilege" that arguably previous generations never experienced. Yes cameras have been around for some time, and yes home movies were relatively common for a few decades but all of those things came with a price tag that not everyone could afford.

Why does the Queer Community care about Palestine?

Palestinian Flag by Engin Akyurt (@enginakyurt) from Pexels.com

This was a question asked on Reddit recently which has since been deleted, that asked why Queer people cared about Palestine when it seemingly didn't affect us, with the usual argument that the political ideology of Palestinian leadership doesn't align with the rights of Queer people. This post is a response to that question.

Justice cannot be something that is afforded only to the people you think are "worthy" such a stance breeds complacency and empowers fascism and oppression of people by their own governments. If justice is only served to people deemed "worthy" then the definition of worthy is modified until it eventually amounts to null and is served to none.

The Nostalgia Blackhole

Cover Art for PMA (feat. Pale Waves) by All Time Low depicting an Apple II computer set against a psychedelic tie die rainbow

I've been thinking a lot about the last few years as my life is shrouded in uncertainty once again and I've come to the realisation that my memory has a black hole of 5 years that it's impossible to reflect on without getting sucked in and consumed by darkness.

2017 saw the start of my journey into darkness; when my treatment for Sarcoidosis came to an end I was advised recovery would take around 2 years before I would get back on my feet. Those two years came to an end at Christmas in 2019, with the start of 2020 my renewed optimism was immediately shot down along with everyone else's. Arguably the period of depression that followed didn't come to an end until around 2022, whilst for some it simply passed its peak.

Those 5 years from 2017 to 2022 represent a minefield of memories that it is difficult to navigate in an attempt to isolate the moments of happiness. Nostalgia as Baz Luhrmann once said "is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it's worth" - this is what we try to do with our past when we look back and try to use it as a model for how we shape our future, but what happens when the past isn't something you want to return to? - when it was objectively bad with no conceivable way to spin it into something positive, what happens when a cloud doesn't have a silver lining?

In reflecting on the past 7 years of my life since my problems with Sarcoidosis began I've realised that only the last 2 years of that period could have been salvageable, unfortunately that was also a time when my mother was diagnosed with Breast Cancer, she had surgery and radiotherapy to remove the tumour and is now in the middle of a 5 year course of hormone therapy and in a much better place physically and mentally as she continues to make progress with her recovery.

I know the last few years haven't been easy for anyone really, the world is a complex place, one where it seems impossible to escape limitless sources of negativity. At the same time, there seems to be no counter, no endless source of positivity, and a jaded cynicism that immediately leads us to question anything that presents itself as such - the concept of anything being endless seems to be something we reject but if that truly is the case, why are we seduced by the idea of endless negativity? If nothing lasts forever, why does it feel like that is the exception?

Here we are again

Image of a clock by @fecundap6 at pexels.com

In 2017 after struggling with my personal health for a while I decided to see a doctor to try and find out what was going on. Over the course of 6 months I had countless diagnostics, scans, and was poked and prodded, culminating in a fibre-optic bronchoscopy and 8 biopsies that lead to my diagnosis with a condition called Sarcoidosis. I documented this whole process on another blog during that time.

I recently decided to restore all of my old posts from almost every blog I've ever ran. They have been uploaded here, so my apologies if you happen to subscribe to this blog via feed and were probably wondering where the thousand odd posts that were recently uploaded came from. In amongst these posts are those that documented the journey I went through with Sarcoidosis

Unset

As you grow older it becomes quite difficult not to get set in your ways. We hold onto ideas that no longer serve us, we hold onto beliefs that are not longer true, and we practice behaviours that don't give us the results we think they do. Self-reflection and introspection are important in life but they form a much more integral part of our psyche when we are younger, when our beliefs are still forming, when we haven't made our minds up yet as to how we view the world, when we still hold some degree of hope for change and optimism that even if it doesn't come straight away, some day it will come.

You can call it cynicism, or even pessimism, or simply call yourself jaded, whatever term you use to describe the mentality, ultimately the hallmark is the belief that nothing will change. This is what we fight against as we grow older, and our degree of mental resilience can often determine the outcome, with lower resilience creating a self-fulfilling prophecy where we spiral down into doom and gloom. A high degree of resilience allows us to endure with a positive outlook even when there is little reason or even none at all that we can draw upon to justify that outlook.

The Millennial Bug

We're taught in life that the thing that sets humanity apart from animals, amongst many others, is that our evolution is sequential and cumulative.  That each generation that comes after the one before it, stands on the foundations that it built for them and is therefore able to climb higher as we develop as a species.

I and my generation no longer believe this to be true.  We don't even know if the generations that came before us really believed this or if they just never questioned it.  Whichever is the case is inconsequential now.  The truth is self evident, that our generation and the ones that are already coming after ours are being forced to build a new world from the ground up - whilst the generations that came before us continually try to tear that asunder, not content with the mess and misery that have already created, they are determined to screw up any chance at a legacy.

To be a millennial is a statement the definition of which has been debated far and wide, but the definition I accept is any person who turned 18 on or after the turn of the Millennium.  For sake of clarity that's anyone born between 1982 and 2000.  Why do I cut it off at 2000?  Well because society has already decided to define another generation - one which they can't seem to agree a name for, but the one I see most often is "Generation Z" which includes everyone born after the year 2000.  I like to think of the "Z" as foreshadowing, that perhaps Z being the last letter might be an indication that they are the finality of segregation and that they will be the last to be grouped into a "generation" and that a new world will emerge, a post-generational world.  Others are a lot more cataclysmic when it comes to the symbolism of that moniker however.

18 years ago at the turn of the Millennium there was a phenomenon called the Millennium Bug that was a quirk in the way computers and their software had been programmed.  In a nutshell it was to do with the way they handled dates, that they had been coded to interpret dates as 2 digits as nobody had the foresight to contemplate the need for something larger.  The bug of course was averted in the end after billions of dollars and millions of man hours were devoted to upgrading computer systems.  I like to think of this as a metaphor for society in its current state.  There is something wrong with the world, and we need to fix it.  The only way we can do that is to acknowledge that this is not the way things are meant to be, and that we must change if we are to survive as a society.  I call this the Millennial Bug not because of who or what created it, but simply because it is the Millennial generation and the generations that come after us that are going to have to fix it.  You can't solve a problem using the same thinking that created it, we must evolve.  We must look to the future not the past, we must embrace the new not the old.  We must embrace the ideas of those who will inherit this world from us, they are the ones who will have to live in it when we are gone.

Nystagmus

I have mentioned before that I have a number of health conditions, there are two conditions most prominent, the first would be my Sarcoidosis which I have documented on my other blog since I was diagnosed in 2017 for the sake of posterity as I believe there aren't many sources online where you can read about other peoples' experiences with the condition.  The second condition is my Nystagmus which I have had since birth.  This post will attempt to explain as best I can what that condition is and how it affects me.

Nystagmus is an involuntary movement of the eye which causes the eye to lose the ability to accurately focus on objects.  This can result in short-sightedness or low vision.  For me personally the movement of my eyes is similar to that of rolling a coin back and forth with your forefinger while balancing it on your thumb.  In other words they 'wobble'.  The eyes themselves have perfect vision apparently, but due to the fact they are always moving they cannot focus properly resulting in the short-sightedness.

Nystagmus affects around 1 in 1,000 individuals according to my Ophthalmologist or 1 in 5,000 to 10,000 according to the Wiki Article, I'd rather believe the former over the latter in terms of reliability though.  You can't know for sure how many people have it however because you can't guarantee that everyone who does has been diagnosed, some people may have it but are completely unaware depending on how noticeable the movement is.  This movement is constant, it never stops and if you were to develop it later in life it would result in a condition known as Oscillopsia - this is where you see moving images similar to watching a camera shake when filming.  For me personally and for most people who have the condition from birth, the brain develops a method of processing what the eyes see by reducing the "frame rate" of the eyes.  Human vision isn't processed in frames of course but this is the simplest way to explain the concept.  If you think of normal vision being 60 frames per second, then the processing that someone with Nystagmus has involves reducing those 60 frames into pairs of frames, comparing each, and stabilizing the image, resulting in a stable video feed that has a lower frame rate but doesn't shake.  What this means in practice for me and others with Nystagmus is that we don't see things as moving or shaking, but our ability to perceive motion is impaired.  If things move beyond a certain speed then we won't see them at all, likewise if we move beyond a certain speed ourselves then we don't see things that can be right in front of us.  One of the most frustrating things about the condition is the idea that there's nothing actually wrong with the eyes themselves when all of the difficulties the condition brings are associated with your vision.

As our eyes work constantly and so do our brains to compensate for the added motion, there is a lot of strain involved.  Headaches are to be expected, they are a normal part of life for someone with the condition, and if you spend a lot of time reading then migraines will inevitably ensue if you can't take a break or if you can't use aids such as magnifiers or large print or lower resolution displays to be able to read with more comfort.  Beyond the physical strain there are also emotional and psychological elements involved in terms of the effects the condition causes in the individual - i.e. lack of confidence in social situations, lack of understanding from others, and in some cases ridicule on account of the fact that you are different.

Nystagmus is not contagious, and as far as most research goes it's not considered to be genetic either.  Having said that, there is no known cause of congenital Nystagmus - since birth.  Since there's no known cause, you can't really rule everything out as a cause, all you can do is examine evidence and draw conclusions.  To that end there's no evidence that it is contagious, no-one has ever caught the condition.  There is an understanding that it is neurological in nature and that it relates to the communication between the brain and the eyes.  You can develop Nystagmus later in life as a result of blunt-force trauma, such as a car crash, or as a result of excessive alcohol or narcotic use, in both of these cases the condition is temporary however and will eventually correct itself.  I also know an individual who had a Brain tumour removed and developed Nystagmus as a complicated after the surgery, this too also corrected itself after many months.  I am over thirty years old and I still have the condition.  For me and anyone else who was born with the condition there is no known cause, no known cure, and there is no expectation that it will resolve itself spontaneously.

There are mobility issues which cause difficulty when travelling, for example, not being able to read timetables for buses, or not being able to see the numbers on buses to call them when they approach [buses only stop if you hail them here or if someone wants to get off, otherwise you have to hail them], knowing when to get off a bus can be difficult too as seeing anything outside in detail whilst moving is difficult for someone with Nystagmus.  There are difficulties in Airports reading flight information displays, boarding gate numbers etc, especially in silent terminals where this information isn't read out aloud, and the same applies for train station displays too - the only experiences I have had that were exceptions were the Tube [Underground in London], and the Paris Metro, both of which the train stops at every station and the maps are huge, services are also high frequency and you don't need to worry about time tables.  The things I find it hardest to cope with though are the social situations it provokes and the lack of understanding from others.

Everyone in my circle of friends knows about my condition and they have asked me everything they needed to know and they are the best form of support I have.  The situations I refer to mainly involve strangers.  That moment of awkwardness when they notice it, stop for a moment and stare, then realise and pretend like nothing happened or worse start asking questions.  It's like this, if I am never going to see you again just don't ask questions just do your job.  I tend to avoid eye contact with people because of this which tends to make social situations worse, makes me and everyone else feel awkward and has led to situations where other people have attacked me for being rude.

To put things into perspective for you, to show I am not overreacting, if you had a red birth mark under your eye that was so obvious it looked like one of Ronald McDonald's red cheeks, and people stared at it and put you in the same situation, highlighting something you were self conscious about, something you couldn't change and something you likely answered the same questions about a million times before, do you think you could retain the ability to smile and go through the same routine?  Would you not find it rude people asking about your physical appearance, complete strangers like they have a right to know?

Finally owing to the cruelty of children, I'm sure you can imagine school wasn't exactly the most accepting and supportive environment.  The teachers weren't that much better most didn't know of or understand my condition, they had no idea of what adjustments could be made, and at times it just felt like I was a frustration or an inconvenience.  I have said before there are a few teachers who I regard very highly and I am pleased to say I never had those difficulties with them but this just highlights how much of our environment is influenced by the actions and attitudes of other people.  Other people make life difficult and complicated for us, not just me or people with Nystagmus just people in general, life gets complicated when you have to factor anyone else into it.

I would also add in conclusion that everyone's experiences in life are different and when it comes to things like difficulties and disabilities, some people can adapt much more than others, there's no universal measure of how much something like this will impact your life.  There are a lot of things I can't personally do because of my condition, I'll never be allowed to drive for example, it's illegal for me due to the level of sight I have, but this doesn't mean that everyone with Nystagmus can't drive, there are some people who can. and there are others who can't.  Each person's circumstances are different and the only real way you can get to know how it impacts them is to ask, and listen to what they have to say.  Always remember that because you can do something does not mean others can, even if they are in the same situation as you, what each person is capable of will vary.  With the psychological impact in particular there is often an attitude especially one held by those who are well adjusted, that those who are not just aren't trying hard enough, this idea is ridiculous however and it is the same toxicity that leads people to be unwilling to discuss things like depression in general not just as a consequence of physical illnesses.