lately

i’m not sure why but i’ve been putting myself through the ringer as of late.  i spent most of the past two weeks applying for jobs i don’t think i really want and submitting things that don’t warrant submissions to committees.  i’ve made myself tired when i shouldn’t be.

i’ve been doing a lot of work lately on my work.  when i say “work” the second time, i mean my Work – my supposed profession, vocation, career and driving life force.  often i don’t mind putting in this work for Work, but every now and again (e.g., Thursday night), i get fed up and wonder what the hell i’m doing all of it for anyway.  one of the best things i ever did occurred a year or two ago when i left one supposed profession, vocation, career and driving life force and took a New Turn in Life.  that new turn – the turn in which i’m still living – it supposed to be easier on the soul.  and it is.  it is until i get carried away with myself and start acting and working again at a rate that was expected of me in my previous life – a rate that was killing my psyché.  that must end.  i must put a stop to it.

what am i putting a stop to, though?  am i “working to live”, perhaps?  i think i work as hard as i do (only at times, mind you) to fill a gap, or to diminish a lack.  now before you start crying out “mid-life crisis,” understand that i’ve always felt this gap/lack/void/presence-of-nothing.  it’s part of the “what the hell are we doing here anyway?” argument that’s in my blood.  is the weight of this question that which drives people to western religion?  i hope not, because when i’ve considered western faiths, all i’ve ever developed was anger, and that’s no way to live in either the here-and-now or in some sort of meta-physical, meta-temporal post-death state.

the pineapples isn’t particually happy at work right now.  there’s a distinct lack of leadership within the group that she works with and it appears to hamper the effectiveness of the organization and possibly the work they do.  she mentions that the organization spends a lot of money on leadership retreats and workshops for everyone to attend, i.e., so that everyone can be their own leader in the group.  i wonder if the organization would be better off it it would invest that cash into an actual leader for the group.  give some one the authority, the responsibility, and the income necessary to take on those tasks and see how more effective they’ll be.

i’ve had to read a lot about managing and leading over the past two years.  these topics have always existed in the field’s literature, but i noticed that drawing the distinction between the two and studying how to find leaders within managers are topics that have spiked in the 2000s – just after the time when corporate downsizing went into overdrive. the pineapples has a friend – we’ll call her princess lepin.  princess lepin says that her organization holds a lot of leadership councils to try to find leaders. but the problem is that not that there are a dearth of leaders so much as it is that no one is willing to take on the authority, the responsibility, and the extra work of leading when they’re not going to receive compensation for it.  i wonder if this is endemic across large organizations – especially large non-profits today.  as technology has made employees more independent (and compartmentalized), organizations have begun to cut out middle management and leadership.  people can take care of themselves, get their work done, and get their work done well.  on a day-to-day basis this may work, but in the long-run.. well, i wonder how much of the long-view is lost.  and certainly in the short-term it’s clear that institutional knowledge creation, let-alone knowledge transfer is impeded by design.           now it sounds like the pineapples’ group has thrown their organizational structure out the window, forced a new one onto themselves, and are spending a lot of time studying how to make it work instead of doing the real work the organization requires of them.  i wonder if maybe the old structure should not have been thrown out in its entirety or if maybe more preparation should have taken place before the change occurred.   but all in all it reminds me of all the reasons why people need leaders and managers.  a leader doesn’t need to be a boss (with all its negative connotations).  a leader just has to guide a group of skilled people toward their individual and organizational goals.

i’m not suggesting a return to strict organizational hierarchies so much as i’m wondering if ideas that are developed to trim the fat in some places or to properly acknowledge the skills and output of staff by granting them all of them equal authority in other places is hurting the organization itself.  but i don’t have the answer to that – i only have a course or two of organizational management and theory under my belt.  all i do know is that these are the reasons why consultants are hired – to fix problems that organizations have created don’t have the time to fix themselves.  maybe i should go into consulting.

(nothing above is meant to damn or criticise the parties involved, by the way.  consider this an outsider’s view from an outsider who understands that the distance from the actual problem diminishes clarity and understanding of the problem in the first place.)

consulting isn’t for me, though.  there are too many CFL bulbs and too much plastic and too many flights to distant meetings for me in that world.  I need a 3 o’clock sun, an olive grove, and maybe a trusty dog to sit by while i get back to massaging my psyché as it works out how to fill its lack.

The world will be Tlön

It’s time for my annual Borges quotation.

Now, the conjectural “primitive language” of Tlön has found its ways into the schools . . .  in all memories, a fictitious past occupies the place of any other. We know nothing about it without any certainty, not even that it is false . . . A scattered dynasty of solitaries has changed the face of the world. Its task continues. If our foresight is not mistaken, a hundred years from now someone will discover the hundred volumes of the Second Encyclopedia of Tlön.

Then, English, French, and mere Spanish will disappear from this planet.  The world will be Tlön.  I take no notice.  I go on revising, in the quiet days in the hotel at Androgué, a tentative translation into Spanish, in the style of Quevedo, which I do not intend to see published, of Sir Thomas Browne’s Urn Burial.

As imposing as this is, it is all the more powerful if you’ve actually read Browne.

zolo item no. 1

i’m bringing the album back into my music life in 2010.  i’ll try to record them as I listen to them (but no more than one recorded item per day.)

Hydrostone, Halifax, Christmas Eve 2009

I took a walk up and down Kane St on Christmas Eve.  It was grey and dreary outside.

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In honour of my friend, Disaster Nat

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A beautiful, fluffy pile of snow at Merkel Place.

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paw print. leaves below.

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a pylon. to show us where the phone is when the going gets rough.

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running at novalea and duffus and devonshire blvd

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fast walker

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speckled slush

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Green Bins in Merkel Lane, looking toward Novalea.

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At the Hydro

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Sidewalk at Halifax Side Co., Kane and Agricola

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Hundreds of pounds of salt on sale. What would Suzuki do?

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That the constructors never had to move the sidewalk (i.e. walk straight into a pit for three months) pisses me off.

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more civic art: another snow sculpture, this time at Kaye and Young and Isleville

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actually pretty.

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Santa says Finish your chowder.

back.

i’m back.  maybe.  we’ll see.

the long story is boring.  the short story is that i lost my muse.  perhaps i’ve discovered a new one? time will tell.

merry christmas.

advanced bunburrying

this blog is going back into hibernation.  i may be one of the most advanced bunburryists you know, but things aren’t as fun as they once were.

i’ll post once or twice more when an archive is properly developed and a new corner is found that i might speak from.

war

When i was growing up in the 1980s and 90s, i thought we commemorated all the dead on Remembrance day. Not just allied soldiers who died, but the enemy soldiers, too. Most important of all, i thought we stood in silence to remember the innocent people who got in the way.

I believed that Remembrance Day was a moment of profound guilt and awareness for what humanity could do to itself. I still believe this.

When you commemorate the dead, think about what you’re actually commemorating. Think about Why They Fought, yes, but also try to think about why we, as a people, allow such atrocities to happen. Remember what we’ve done to ourselves, as a people. Remember what we’re capable of.

We are a violent work.

My country tis of thee?

I’m not American.  I have American cousins and American friends; my in-laws also live in the States.  One of my closest friends carries an American passport, as does his child. My life is saturated with American culture. But, I’m not American.

Sometimes I feel like have a maligned insider/outsider view of the USA, though.  I’ve lived close enough to its border that the nation and its policies often loomed large in my life.  On account of this, as well as my left-of-centre politics, I was pleased-as-punch to celebrate with others the narrow passing of the Health Care Reform bill. On to the Senate!  Justice for all!

But, but..  but..   But what about the abortion exclusion?  That abortions won’t be funded? That there will be restrictions on an individual’s ability to find even private insurance to cover abortions?  That the Speaker of the House had to offer a woman’s inherent sovereignty over,  authority of, and right to make decisions regarding her person as a price to convince many Representative to vote in favour of the bill?

Some one on the internet reminded me that this is how things are already (more or less) in the United States so we can’t expect such a big change on the abortion issue.  That it would be better to wait for a Supreme Court challenge on this instead.  To a certain degree, I see her point.  But that doesn’t make it any better.  Health Care Reform?  yes, but only if we maintain this troubling anti-rights cultural provision.

Why do i call it anti-rights?  Because to be anti-women’s-rights is to be against human-rights.  It is to be willing to exclude one’s own right to make decisions about his person from others. To not share the rights one has with others is to impose and maintain a hierarchy of powers, if not live in a moral vacuum.

My country tis of thee? Not if you’re a woman.

what i’ve been up to lately.

hello.  here are some things i’ve been up to lately.

- reaching for zen. i question whether buddha really is the one for me.  but transcendence is a relative beast in the end, so that’s okay.

- wondering if i really do believe in contemporary popular culture. i realized this morning that i watch perhaps only one television series per week.  this is due in part to my disdain for serialized story-telling, i admit, but nonetheless i still prefer the film to the telly.  however, i don’t really watch films anymore, either.

- wondering if i still really care about politics. i’m feeling apathetic.  i’m feeling like my opinions count for nothing.  i feel like ottawa is nothing but PR and spin control.  and i feel like politicians, when they speak to us with their canned speeches and party-lines, are offending our sensibilities and intelligence.  screw you, john baird and stephen harper.  but screw you, too, michael ignatieff and jack layton.  i’m not finding sincerity in any of their voices anymore.  nor am i finding passion or belief in their respective causes.  no one is emoting a sense of veritas any longer.  it’s all speaking for the camera.  now, the biggest problem in all of this is that politics used to be my fix.  i worry that if Ottawa has lost me, the person who followed the drama day-in and day-out, then they’ve got a BIG problem on their hands.

- watching leaves fall. it’s autumn.  i haven’t really experienced autumn like i once did for many years nows.  the fall is, well, a fall.  it brings on a barren, dirty landscape that we call the winter.  but i’m trying to fix my sensibilities.  i used to like the fall, and i want to like it again.  so, down with seeing the dirty landscapes to follow!  up with living the moment in all its fall-colours glory!

- questioning the value of literary criticism. well, not really.  i still do believe in lit.crit, whole-heartedly.  however, the other day i was surreptitiously listening to some students and faculty argue that only in Academy are we to find experts in the humanities, and no where else.  To a certain degree, I would concur – it’s the literature faculties in all of our red-brick schools and ivory towers and brutalist-beautiful monstrosities that read and analyze and argue about literature on a regular basis.  they’re the ones who have devoted their lives to understanding lit like no one else can, so the Academy does house a majority of the experts in this field.  yet, I can’t help but wonder where the author (in a pre-barthesian sense) lies in this debate.  Arguing that the Academy is the unequivocal  and  exclusive expert in literature (or drama or fine art or music or whathaveyou) is a little presumptuous and subordinates the primary work of the author to the secondary work of the critic.  The argument that only in the academy are we to find expertise in the humanities is a self-defense mechanism borne of the insecurity of arts faculties in the west today, I think.  now, i believe wholeheartedly in the humanities, and i believe there is a place in our culture for the study of the arts, but for god’s sakes, don’t debase the creators of art in your attempt to save yourself.  the artist and her work are more than just objects of critical study.  the artist and her work are as much a part of the cultural landscape (if not more) as the criticism is since it’s the artist and her work that actually produce the culture in the first place.  man…  to not include the artist as an expert in her artistry is disservice not only to the artist, but to lit.crit itself.

- finding my way (see reaching for zen). there is a natural end to all things.  and there is a genesis to things, as well.  and that’s pretty cool.  ’nuff said.

roadrunners

i’m applying for work all over this great, loyal dominion of ours right now.  some of those positions are in places that can be far colder than it is where we live now.  normally, i’m okay with that – after so many decades dealing with ridiculous wind chills, i can kinda-deal with the way that three months of the year is as cold as one of the deeper circles of dante’s hell.  not that living in canada is like living in hell.  at least not for the other nine months of the year.

but anyway, like i said, i can kinda-deal with the idea of living in places where the cold is That Much colder than it is now.  that is, i can deal with the idea until my family who live in much further south than us e-mail me pictures like this:

roadrunner

that, friends, is a baby roadrunner hanging out on their back porch.  And sun.  lots and lots and lots of sun.  and warmth.  that’s the kind of sun (and warmth) that almost makes me want to put up with (1) lack of state-sponsored health care, (2) religious crazies, (2) anti-women’s rights nut-jobs, and (3)anti-gay, human-rights bigots.

perhaps i could move there, enjoy the warmth and sun, and in the mean time affect positive change on those fronts from the inside.