A News Junkie

Isn't it strange how in a matter of days our perspective on world events can change completely. Only a week ago, we were worrying about the renegade state of North Korea and threats to destroy its neighbours and the United States. Given the events of the last few days, this all feels like old news, already consigned to history. No longer is it top of the world news agenda,. overtaken by the tragic events of the last week in Boston, Massachusetts. We live in a world of ever changing events where news is instant and often breaks through social media and on Twitter before it reaches our television screens. I daresay North Korea will be top of the news agenda again very soon, for it is on a continuous loop building up to issuing new and more daring threats. The last few days have seen a battle of good versus evil played out on 24 hour news feeds, more akin the the plot lines of Criminal Minds or Rizolli and Isles and demonstrating that the more powerful and secure country in the world can also be the most vulnerable. It has been a terrifying reminder for many.
I love news, I have to know what is going on and rather than go looking for it, I have it fed to me. E-mail updates, newspapers sent to my Kindle and SMS messages keep me in touch will domestic and world events. I'm a news junkie and in this 24 hour multi-media world, I've adapted well. A curious mind does.
We are probably more informed than we ever have been. There are some things we would perhaps prefer not to know about, but we know more about the world around us than ever before and we are all able to comment on what we see and hear, and for that same world to know. Now that's truly something.

Being Connected

My course last week was run by two very professional and passionate people, Jeff and Paul. Jeff has worked for some time helping people with emotional and mental difficulties and does a tremendous amount in the community, known and loved by many. Paul is a psychologist and is based at Lincoln University, his role to support students during difficult and stressful times. I was impressed by them both and their commitment and enthusiasm for what they do was clear to all. Some would argue that it is their purpose in life to help others.

What struck me as peculiar and difficult to accept was the fact that Paul kept himself dis-connected from all types of media and the news. During a discussion on whether suicide was wrong, I brought up the example of Tony Nicklinson who suffers with locked-in syndrome and I was quite taken aback that Paul was unfamiliar with the case. He really didn't seem to have a clue who I was referring to, or the condition. As a result the topic of situations where suicide 'could be justified', wasn't discussed and we continued with the course on the assumption that all suicide is wrong and needless.
How can someone separate themselves from everything that's going on in the world? When questioned by a member of the group, he responded by saying that he didn't trust the media and that much of what is reported is biased. He preferred to make up his own mind. But can you live devoid of information and still be in a position to judge?
I think of myself when I come across people like this, people who choose to live isolated from media. I come to the conclusion that for me life would be very difficult, almost impossible. I have to know what's going on. I'm curious. When I'm away from the news, and away from sources of media and the Internet, I feel dis-jointed. Sometimes I become quite frantic and I'm longing to be able to catch up on what's been going on. I simply cannot imagine a life where I'm without news. Even if I was isolated, I'd like to think I would have access to at least a radio.
So I do struggle to understand people who can separate themselves from the rest of the world. There is of course no doubt that a lot of the media we digest is biased and what we are fed is what we want to be told. But in a world of instant news and media from so many international sources, we do have the choice to compare what we're being told and get different perspectives to situations. At no time in history has the information available been so diverse and so accessible. So I do wonder if the media integrity argument can still be used. I really don't think so.
For me there is a feeling of security and comfort when I'm in touch with what's going on around me. I rely on my almost hourly fix of international, national and local news. I have my preferred sources of course. But any major event in the US for instance will send me searching for news and comment from their own local news sites and newspapers. Similarly with regard to Syria, I seek different perspectives by visiting regional news sources and Russia Today. In this way, my information is balanced but I still choose what to believe. I have the choice, and I think that's really what is missing from a life without media - the right to choose.

Getting Through the Day

I've written before about my struggle with depression and anxiety, and the fact that some days are simply better than others. It's impossible to know how I will feel one day to the next, so I just take each day as it comes and try to get through it. Not working means spending a lot of time alone and it's these times that are the most challenging. The answer is to do things that keep me active and prevent me from drifting into thought - the kind of thoughts that remind me of failure and how I got to where I am now, having been active in the past earning a very good wage and paying my fair share of the bills. To start thinking about these things just sends me into a downward spiral and the result is a depressive bout for me and abject misery for everyone around me.
Thankfully, I've managed to keep myself out of my 'pit of despair' as I like to call it. There is a glimmer of hope that the only real assets I own, my private pension fund, may in some way be used to benefit us now rather than waiting until I'm 55. We really cannot wait that long and frankly we need the money now rather than later on.
I don't know yet if this is possible but I see there are numerous schemes all over the Internet claiming to be able to unlock pension funds. The way they do it is to invest your pension once you've transferred it to them into overseas funds or various other schemes thus making them money. In the meantime, they lend you the money you need and this is secured against your pension. But there are risks, big risks and you could end up paying back far more than you borrow. The same is true with any kind of lending, but with this you are dealing with large amounts of money. So I don't know if this will be possible for us. We are going to see a pension advisor so hope to find out more then.
Some days, despite wanting to do so much and achieve at least something, I end up doing nothing. The enthusiasm I woke up with that morning fizzled out over breakfast or whilst I read the news headlines. These days simply fill me with guilt and regret. Yes I've done things, but nothing practical or beneficial. I may have researched something on the Internet and discovered something I didn't already know, but this is of no benefit to me or mankind. I can't out this newly gained knowledge to any practical use, say to invent something new perhaps. These are zero days and count for very little in the grand scheme of things.
I saw the topic of depression appear on Twitter today. Peter Serafinowicz tweeted about a blog written by a sufferer and also mentioned that he too struggled with it. Again, I'd learnt something new. I had no idea he suffered with depression. When he's on the TV, he's always funny so why should I? But it's the same with all sufferers of depression. We don't wear labels or badges stating that we suffer with it. We don't turn a different colour when the next depressive bout descends. It is hidden. It happens a lot behind closed doors where we can't be seen. By its nature, it's very seldom on display in public. It doesn't travel well.
I don't know if there will ever be a cure. It would be nice if they could produce a tablet that prevented it, but everyone who suffers with depression seem to be different. Different things set them off and different things make them feel better. Some bouts last for a day, others for a week or more. It is far from straight forward and doubt whether fixing it for everyone will be that easy.

In the news, I see that the maniac hell bent on killing innocent men, women and children in France has been stopped. The fact that he was shot and killed by the police will be a comfort to all those affected by his killing spree. Personally, I would have liked to have seen him captured and made to face justice for his crimes, but this was clearly an unlikely outcome given the ferocity of of his attempt to evade capture and I accept that the police had no other option.

We've all been forced to accept the latest budget from our coalition government and the realisation that for many, life will become more difficult than it already is. Those who have worked all their lives and saved for a comfortable retirement appear to be hardest hit and I suspect their collective response will be felt come the general election.

Just Not Quite News

On this day of loss, it's worth remembering that we don't know everything. What I mean is that there is much going on everywhere, but we only know about things we hear about in the media. The big news stories of the day and front page headlines are the sum total of our awareness of events around us. What is today's news will soon be consigned to history. Take for instance the Costa Concordia and the plight of those who perished, unable to get out fast enough trapped below deck, some still to be found. What has happened? Is the ship still there? Did they find everyone? And what of the captain? The only way to find out these things is to troll the Internet or to find an Italian newspaper report. It would seem we are no longer interested. Unless the ship sinks beneath the waves or breaks in two, we'll hear no more about it. It is old news, no longer of any interest. But I'm still interested.
People, those who are familiar to us and those who are not pass away every day. We don't hear about them. Even those who have given so much, starred in so many films, appeared on so many stages, and those who's voices are familiar, pass away quietly, unreported. A case in point is Frederick Treves.

His name will nothing to most people, but look at his photograph and straight away scenes from Miss Marple, Poirot. The Jewel in the Crown, The Naked Civil Servant and countless other dramas and films will spring to mind. Simply enter his name in the Internet Movie Database and you'll see he is credited with starring in many of the best films ever made.He was quite simply a superb and highly talented actor.
I would not have known about his passing until the next roll call of the deceased at the BAFTA's. I'm always shocked to see someone has passed on, and that I'm the last to know about it. Would Frederick's passing be reported if there was no other news? I somehow doubt it. It probably doesn't score highly enough. It's so sad. So I now find myself relying more and more on the likes of Wikinews and other sites for my news, the news I want to know about, and the news that matters to me. I wonder if I'm alone? I doubt it, sadly.

Thoughts on Sunday

Christmas has certainly arrived at Asda. The store is decorated and the staff are all wearing Santa hats. I doubt whether this is optional judging by the look on some of their faces. Shoppers are definitely in that Christmas frenzy mood. They have no consideration for anyone or anything else. They are now simply programmed to get whatever is on their lists and at all costs. The ones in Asda today probably all had the same idea - to shop early in case anything runs out. It was busy, verging on overcrowded. If more than one person stopped in in aisle this would cause a bottleneck. Yet supermarkets are very much like roads. People drive about like idiots. They meander about in their own little worlds, their eyes fixed on their target - a box of sage and onion stuffing or the current two for one offer. I was glad to get out. I can stand those places for a limited amount of time I'm afraid and my clock was ticking.
Argos was pretty much the same but a little less organised. The store layout lends itself to chaos with people crossing each other and others just looking confused. Today we had a clear objective. We had to collect a toy dinosaur our son had set his heart on. It had been out of stock for a long time at all the local stores and it was only by chance that I was able to reserve one last week - the only one remaining. It has become so rare that examples have begun to pop up on eBay at ridiculous prices, £80 being the highest I've seen so far. The toy is just £39 normally. We also bought a nice portable CD radio which I don't think he's expecting. So I'm quite pleased with our work today.

No matter how hard I try, I simply cannot escape the fact that Christmas is almost upon us. For some, it is already time for celebration. My wife had threatened to begin putting up the decorations and assembling the tree this afternoon. This would have entailed a visit to the loft and the precarious job of balancing on the ladder whilst wrestling with boxes and bags of tinsel and other paraphernalia. It's looking likely that we'll do this on Wednesday. Our Son can help us after school - he'll love that.
It feels as if we've had just a couple hours of daylight today for it's now beginning to get dark once more. I do have a sense of what it must feel like for people who are affected by the lack of daylight. I really don't mind it too much. I preferred it when I was working as this would herald the winding down of the working day and home time. For me it was a 45 mile drive back from the outskirts of Lincoln. I loved the drive, it was the best part of the day.

It looks like we could see our first snow of the winter this coming week. According to the forecast, the temperature will fall and snow will begin creeping further and further south. They've already had a covering in many parts of Scotland. It'll be nice if it arrives in time for our trip on the Santa Express at Sherringham next Sunday.

It's a slow news day. The top story is the arrival of two Pandas from China, on loan to an Edinburgh zoo. It is ridiculous how much coverage is being given to this. People have been lining the route from the airport - as if they will be sitting in an open car waving at onlookers. With everything that's happening in the world at the moment, I suppose it's the only real bit of good news so I suppose we should enjoy it while we can. I'm sure it'll be back to doom and gloom tomorrow.

I won't give much time to this but I read an article in the Mail on Sunday and The Express newspapers regarding an attack on a toddler. In fact it is so horrendous that I won't repeat the article in any detail suffice to say that it sickened me to the bone and produced a feeling of anger and disgust I've seldom experienced before now. All I will say in response to this article is this. If there was ever a reason needed to justify the use of capital punishment, then this is it. I only wish that our pathetic justice system had the powers to inflict the same level of pain and suffering these people have inflicted. But it doesn't and the tragedy is that these scum will be served a slap on the wrist and be released into society. These 'people' are not human, they are wild animals and should therefore be treated as such.

Micro self-sufficiency update, roofing & the news

I've been a busy bunny today. It's funny how you wake up wondering what you're going to get up to and resign yourself to doing little or absolutely nothing. The Sunday blues as I knew them...
Well I've actually done rather a lot on my vegetable plot and it's nearly ready for planting my first crop.

I needed to move an enormous pampas grass from the plot which had taken root. It used to be home to a particularly lively swarm of bees but other than that has served no practical use whatsoever.

I managed to uproot it after some considerable effort and I've simply rolled it out of the way until I can decide what to do with it.
My seedlings are also doing very well indeed. The rocket is shooting up and my other herbs are also beginning to sprout small shoots.

I was very surprised to see three shoots in my honeydew melon propagator appear this morning. They look strong and healthy so I'm hoping I will producing my own melons in a few months time. I will have to give serious thought to a frame for supporting the plants and fruit though I will continue to grow them in the conservatory as the temperature is ideal.

In separate news, we've had the roof to the model railway cabin re-done, and very nice it is too. You'll recall from previous posts that it was prone to leaking. Thankfully this has now been fixed and it is fully water-tight.

Finally, in the last week, we have seen what can only be described as 'news overload'. There have been local and international events which have angered us, amazed us, shocked us and saddened us. I do hope we can return to some level of normality, whatever that is. But it will certainly be a week remembered for all sorts of different reasons.