Merry Christmas

25 December 2016

To everyone I know, and to everyone who sees this:

1. Take care.

Baz.

#rant 2

24 December 2016

Testing Medium integration after my first IFTTT recipe simply failed.

Nothing* to see here, move along please.

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Nothing *much.

#rant

24 December 2016

Intended primarily as a test, this day unifies ‘broadcasting’ my blog posts created and hosted at my GitHub.com account via IFTTT.com to Twitter, to Facebook and new today, to Medium.

At least that is the intention. If it doesn’t work, I can revert to copy and paste into Medium.

The addition benefit of automatic conversion of the Markdown to html will be the key here; it’ll likely change the formatting from my prior Medium posts.

If the default settings applied by the IFTTT recipe work I’ll be happy; it feels awkward adding tags to my posts, something I’ve eschewed after restarting my blogging process last year with Jason Irwin’s 10Centuries social network.

By the way, the ‘rant’ hashtag automatically creates an issue at my ‘ranty’ GitHub.com repo. This may mean nothing to you.

And, if I’ve misunderstood what the IFTTT recipe will do [incidental: italics around ‘do’] then the ‘rant’ post title becomes appropriate.

Thanks for reading!

Normalised

24 December 2016

2016 has been a year of downs, and the potential for more of the same for the foreseeable future. 2017 isn’t likely to bring much in the way of relief, and I’ve already pretty-much written off the entire remaining noughtie-tens.

In no particular order:

• The divide between rich and poor will increase as both Brexit’s and Trump’s insular influences affect the world’s economies, and that’s just 2 issues,
• Melting polar ice caps will have a major impact on climate, climate control being something reduced in importance as governments prioritise other programmes,
• Peace across the world isn’t here YET, and looks increasingly unlikely to be achieved for at least my lifetime,
• A cure for cancer REMAINS 10-20 years away,
• Famine, the eradication of poverty: both are still with us and, though arenas with a glimmer of hope, both aren’t under control,
• Nuclear arms are set to increase as Trump’s insistence that his brand of populist nationalism is best for the USA. It’s only a matter of time before nuclear terrorism is a thing,
• The golden age of computers, a future that I’d imagined ever since I got my first has turned out to be an unmitigated disaster. I’d imagined that the instant availability of information would be a thing to advance ‘society’. It turns out people don’t NEED facts, believe anyone who voices what they THINK should happen,
• Racism is acceptable already, not simply casual racism, but the overt ‘I’ll get away with this, what are you going to do about it?’ variety…

(breathes…)

• ‘Big’ Sam Allardyce has been employed as a football manager AGAIN, despite his prior and very recent and embarrassing history of corruption allegations,
• Carrie Fisher suffered a major heart attack yesterday and was hospitalised in critical comdition, the most recent figure I know of to be affected by thr curse of 2016. Take care Princess Leia, get well,
• Though inevitable, the death of popular figures has been a fixture of the year. I’m not sure I want to know if it’s a statistical aberration or just normal.

(sighs…)

That’ll do.

I’d like to imagine my family and I have a secure existence, to enable me to revel in Schadenfreude. But no, it’s never going to happen, I’ve one-too-many spare brain cells. Just the one. Give it four more years and check back in with me?

Dark? Of COURSE it’s dark! Don’t expect ignoring what’s ahead will remove it from your life; as-ever, understanding a situation is the key to dealing with it.

So, my word of the year is ‘Normalised’. It, along with the 366 days of 2016, most emphatically does NOT get Baz’s seal of approval.

Whimper

21 December 2016

It’s fair to say that 2016 started badly, reached a crescendo of awfulness during the early-middle part of the year, and peaked in misery again towards the back end.

With only a few days from the 366 remaining it’s anyone’s guess whether the fates will throw anything else at us.

Now I use the term ‘us’ to indicate that I belong to and share the wishes of the class of beings we refer to as humanity.

In reality though I’m a part of the privileged class of folks who are comfortable but nevertheless find things about which to be appalled and disgusted, especially with respect to the impact on my life. And my family’s.

But unlike so many people I’m not thinking of the impact NOW, no. It’s what’s coming up.

Before marriage and starting the family I led a life of mindless optimism. That eventually changed to Hopeful Pessimism them Realism.*

Some months ago though, prior to the final phase of the somewhat calamitous US Presidential elections and prior to that small percentage of the UK voting to leave Europe, I wrote that I was scared of the future.

Guess what.

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*Thanks Tyson, very useful.