Tuesday, 18 October 2011

Swapping Vangelis for Sigur Ros

The cold is back and with it the wind, stripping the trees of their dry brown curls and sweeping them up the road. Cutting through the wooded stretch on the A4260 south of Banbury feels like the epilogue of Blade Runner, only swapping Vangelis for Sigur Ros, which is entirely fair given the year. I’m on the run from a job that doesn’t care to rescue Poz from the nursery girls who are paid to, and get him home to his mum. The little tyke has a snotty nose and needed some persuading to join his class this morning but he’s determined to be a ‘big boy’, which is touching.

I'm tired, couldn’t sleep for thinking and some of that was the discussion of equality and hierarchy [Out to Lunch], which may or may not be theoretically at odds with one other, and how the argument is not easily made in the short form of a blog. The challenge was to reduce it down to a few component parts and offer a conclusion based on that but it leaves a lot of avenues unexplored, too many gaps in the argument for my liking. I enjoyed thinking about it though, it is an interesting if somewhat idealistic position. An academic might usefully point to where this has already been discussed, by Plato or one of them other intellectually well-hung Greeks. I wouldn’t know about that but if anyone has a digestible text to put forward, I’ll certainly relay it.

‘Digestible’ is important, it has to stand half a chance of being read to have any useful effect beyond academia. I’d like to think a situation that exemplifies an argument might suffice, an example rather than a description, but we are used to being led right to the point and having our noses rubbed in it, so to speak. The story has to be really good for this to work at all. The channels competing for every second of our attention don’t leave much time for consideration, or meditation. Even shedding mobiles, and ignoring emails doesn’t seem to free up much in the way of personal bandwidth. Indeed, the so-called Pockets of Surplus seem ever more precious and infrequent.

This is one reason to love an empty road, a chance to think and watch stripes of sun strum the dash, a counterpoint to the dreamy music from the north. Away in a field, I can see cream squares, a herd of some kind of beige cow, against a stand of tall limes. It makes me think of France and then my bike sitting neglected in the shed. I'll get back there one of these days and everyting will be as it should. Just got to help this little person out and into the world.