Following on from yesterday’s post… (I was going to post artwork this week, but as so often happens in my blogging, world events take over, and like the superhero greenYgrey could’ve been, I have to fly to the rescue… in my mind!?)… Unconscious Bias should only be a first line of defence.
Then if you have to get to know them; spend more time with them; conscious evaluation should take over!
Groomers/terrorists recruit people from other races/genders to do their work for them (Lord Haw Haw was a famous U.S./U.K. one in WW2!) if they think they won’t be trusted by their targets/victims’ Unconscious Bias (maybe Prince Harry is a victim?).
The blog post image above is a ‘self-portrait’ drawing of how I thought my ADHD conscious/unconscious worked when I finished my PhD and started my creative writing in 2005.
My posts on Facebook are already backlogged for this site, going back to some of my childhood and youth TV highlights; and how they influenced the pagan me and wondering how today’s Black Power focus is going to inspire the younger generation; and centuries of British history!
If a ‘white right-winger’ was telling ‘free-thinking lefties/non-whites’ they had ‘unconscious bias’ and should ‘get their minds right’ (Cool Hand Luke prison governor speech) they’d be crying ‘Big Brother mind-control racist fascism’!
Unconscious Bias is Normal
Unconscious Bias (UB): the phrase loved by those trying to blame everything on whites; prevalent since Meghan and Harry started using it!
There’s UB everywhere: it could also stand for Ubiquitous Birth-right, or Ultra Brainwork.
It probably developed in brains to help defend people against threats, as animals have UB against rivals/predators. Psychologists have found people naturally make judgements on other people within seconds of seeing them.
That seems to be why they are trying to dismantle ‘white’ UB; so there is no defence against immigration, grooming, attacks (latest in Nice, France this morning!).
Normal Social UB
Families tend to UB they’re better than others; streets or postcodes do it; then towns and cities; countries and cultures.
Schools, colleges and universities have UB indoctrinated into them by league tables and sporting competitions.
Meghan and Harry UB
Meghan seems to have massive UB in favouring her black side against white, from her family to her role when a princess, with most of her photo opps with ‘women of colour’ and her main trip abroad to South Africa.
Harry seems to have a UB towards his mother in the family, and what she campaigned for and fought against when she was a princess. While Harry likes to play the ordinary guy now he only ‘lowers’ himself to actors, activists, politicians etc; most of whom have a lot of money coming in.
He’s never criticised class UB; and Meghan never campaigned for poor white girls.
Sun’s primary planetary body formerly tree now electricity poem photography stored in gallery Tesla memory AC/DC currency!
covid citizen portmanteau/blending: covidizen: to contrast with the previously popular word, covidiot?! I would have been more of the latter than the former 20 or more years ago, so acknowledge a lot of it is age dependent. When I saw some richer/older people saying on TV they didn’t do anything for the planet (even recycling, or not flying to holidays several times a year – ecodiots!?) I thought it was the wrong attitude, and wouldn’t make the young care about older people so much! Mentally, this time, where I have empty freedom to write feels like where I was always heading, but I didn’t know if I’d get here; like a rickety old house on a hill with a view back over my life. Thinking about it now, a mental-life analogy could be a street of houses, with one side’s all on fire or some other trouble/disaster; and the others all spotlessly clean; and you have to go into one house on each side all the way up the street. Some people always seem to choose the dangerous side (either cos of nature or nurture?), others the safe, and others alternate. Once you’ve been in a few ‘dangerous houses’ I think the main thing you learn is not to go back; and if you do choose that side, I’d advise only going in the house if you can see a way out!
Some leaves are brown, and sky’s often grey, but I’m not California Dreamin‘ today, ain’t ’60s paradise and I can wait ’til May!
DAILY SPIN: THE SUN REMAINS THE SAME [double play of words: the first affectionately parodying a newspaper, while the second paraphrases Led Zeppelin’s album, The Song Remains the Same]
If you watch another planet or two (good sight of Jupiter and Saturn in the southern sky with the moon again last night) through a window you can see our movement: as the planets seem to slowly travel across the window before leaving sight.
Earth’s spin is the same reason for our daily view of the sun. The sun remains the same through time though, as we orbit it,
The other planets are also orbiting it, so their positions in ‘our night sky’ change. We are on the ‘inside lane’ of Jupiter and Saturn, so will race ahead soon, and they won’t be in our ‘outside lane’ vison.
Our daily/nightly sight of the moon is different, because it orbits us.
End of Days
Leaving days, we leave our planet’s spin influence.
The seasons are not because of our planet’s spin. They are because of our Earth’s rigid 23.4 axis tilt, which means that as we orbit the sun over the course of our year, each north-south hemisphere has half a year pointing towards the sun and then space, or just out to space.
Our planet’s spin still gives both hemispheres day and night, although there is more/less depending on where we are in the orbit (year). Now, the northern hemisphere is pointing more and more to space, so we will have more and more darkness; the southern is pointing more and more towards the sun, so it will have more light.
I hope the above combination of artistic imagination and writing explanation can be useful to your enjoyment of the night sky. I’ve been passively learning about it all my life, but my writing and researching over the last fifteen years made me more active. Theplanetstodayand timeanddatewebsites have recently been very useful in giving me a clear image of our solar system and its timings.
The above is the kind of knowledge I wanted 11 years ago when I started this website. That it has taken this long shows that you can’t rush these kinds of things, and knowledge is not always available; or not available in the style you need. In another 11 years we will know much more, and one day we may know how our universe works the way we today know how our solar system does.
Every little bit of learning feels like your own personal genius eureka moment; and it is for you. This blog post contents are probably common knowledge for experienced astronomers who believe science, but for me it’s quite a find/realisation; and hopefully has valuable information for those who are even less acquainted with space and looking for scientific proof: especially if they have a clear night sky soon to check for themselves.
The last couple of evenings after sunset a half moon was visible on the southern horizon under Jupiter and Saturn (with Jupiter looking bigger and brighter, and Saturn smaller and more distant as they are said to be).
The orrery image on planetstoday seems to correspond; remembering our planet is supposed to turn anti-clockwise. Seeing time differences live on TV seems to confirm this.
Looking at the image on planetstoday…
… we turn away anti-clockwise from facing the sun to see Jupiter and Saturn past the moon after sunset: before entering night, where we face away into space, seeing Mars. In the morning our spinning turn brings us around to view Venus before sunrise.
I’ve seen the above on the orrery and in real life this month, making me more sure that science is telling us the truth about space and our solar system.
There’s lots more space info within philosophy and poetry in 242 from 8 years ago, when I was still trying to find our place in space. It’s taken some head spinning thought to get used to the fact it’s us spinning, and not the sky, but I feel like I know where I/we am/are now; kind of like getting your bearings after being lost, and wondering how you got there (only usually it’s your fault rather than the maps, which in this case is a lifetime of ‘non’-learning!):
It’s October 21st, which means there’s only one month until mistYmuse (Most Ideal Sunrise Time – Midwinter Until Spring Equinox; mYm acronym!) 20/21. This week is False Dawn Week, with sunrises getting to their latest before clocks go back an hour on Sunday in the UK; ending British Summer Time (BST).
MYMORY PRELIMINARY
There was a nice sunrise over Leeds on Monday, just north of the Town Hall on the horizon.
This morning I wrote this little poem. It started off spontaneously, then about half way down I thought its Earth’s north and south hemispheres subject matter made it ideal for a Folding Mirror Poem: the original inspiration for this blog site.
From Sun’s Face, Out Into Space
As planet’s north points to space no longer fronting our star’s fiery face
we remember turn, circling as one
the heat will weaken but light beacon will remain alight beyond winter night
Searching for my book again on Amazon and seeing its 2012 date made me think that some of the poems in there must have been written a decade ago now, and searching on this site’s October 2010 section took me back to that time; in this season of reminiscing.
One poem is about becoming middle-aged, for those who think I try to act too young! Others are more experimental, in a time I remember as very creatively exciting, with blogging and science converging to create lots of subject matter and a place to easily publish it.
ISLAMIST BEHEADING IN FRANCE NOT IN BBC RELIGIOUS POLITICAL DISCUSSION SUNDAY MORNING!
Tolerance to free speech should be a requirement for any immigrants to the UK/Europe: they should be required to agree to the showing of images of the Prophet Mohammed, who started 1300 years of war in his name, and had a child bride (Ayeesha) amongst his harem!
Sean Fletcher made a big statement about ‘white racism’ earlier in the Sunday Morning Live (religion-focused lifestyle programme) series, after a tweeter complained about a ‘black monopoly’ of presenters on the show that day (blacks are apparently only 3% of the population). They’ve also had loads of pro-Islam stories on over the series. Today, he dodged the beheading of a French teacher for doing his job in a very religion-relevant story by saying it’s been a bleak news week, so they’ve chosen some funny ones to brighten it up. To be fair to that programme, I checked Andrew Marr’s show before it too, and they didn’t have it either (he later ‘tackled’ white racism in an interview with Dawn French!). So is it the BBC? Their news has given it quite a lot of coverage to be fair. So it seems it is the programmes. The big fuss they’ve made in support of BLM makes it all the more obvious. They don’t seem to consider free speech and white lives as important, despite being journalists!
That’s been my experience the last fifteen years. While they’ve made BLM activists out to be brave heroes, they’ve censored and persecuted me!
Charlie Hebdo
The original Islamist attack on Charlie Hebdo happened in 2015, as I wrote XaW Files: Beyond Humanity, and I referenced it in an epic poem, likening it to WW2 Nazis shutting down critical artists like Josef Čapek:
Chapter 3 Episode 23
There seemed no point in asking Warsaw if it saw our Wolfhol as Andy’s motto is ‘Wolf not War’ and if he’d passed through noticed surely the city would now be called ‘Wolfsaw’?
No Check before the Czech Republic
I’d woken up early, feeling refreshed. Love and Jack were already awake.
Jack said they were about to check up on me, and was glad I awoke beforehand, as he didn’t really want to use a ‘check’ joke before arriving in the Czech Republic.
Passing Poland Poem
We made good progress, passing through Plock, avoiding a road block.
We lost a little time when Love got lodged between loadsa leaves in Lodz.
We rolled into Wroclaw where rock seems law hair metal to the floor.
The border was in sight but Love brailled a better crosser finding all the letters in Czestochowa.
No Cheque in the Czech Republic
We crossed into Czech without any checks so straightaway looked for treks.
We didn’t have any cheques to pay so just went our own way.
Love liked the sound of Hradec Kralove so we went there straight off.
I knew it was a great choice when I heard a voice say we were on the Golden Road.
My Y loved walking on the Gold and it reminded Grey of its epic trek on the dust sandy path of Oz.
It got even better when we arrived and I saw a coat of arms with a lion holding a golden G.
I was in rhapsody which was quite apt as we were in Bohemia.
There was no Live Queen but we met the unconscious in Land of Many Names’s Josef Čapek.
A critical artist killed in Concentration similar in part to Charlie Hebdo.
I would’ve liked to visit the western Karlovy Vary as the name and images looked very…
… Yes, you may have guessed greeny grey like my name I hope so if you’re still playing the game..?
The sun is rising over Leeds again (how it looks to us, although really it’s the way our planet orbits the sun), like it was in the early March photos; making the return journey!
From our viewpoint the sunrise is now heading back southwards on the horizon, reaching its most southerly point around midwinter (around December 21st). While that is the positive that inspired the mistYmuse (Most Ideal Sunrise Time – Midwinter Until Spring Equinox), really it’s our planet’s tilt pointing the north away from the sun, so we have less sun time: seeing it later and for less time on our planet’s spin, creating short days and long nights.
Our planet’s axis doesn’t change it’s position; doesn’t bank around corners like a bike: it is more like an inflexible rigid stick flying around a circle; so half the year south is faced more towards the sun, and the other half it is the north, changing at the equinoxes, giving each half a summer and winter.
The Earth at northern hemisphere Midsummer about four months ago:
You can see where it is now at The Planets Today. Seeing today’s image reminded me there was also a beautiful slither of moon visible, with Venus above it dazzling in the sky blue.
At the height of summer (around June 21st), the sun on my horizon was out of sight to the north, and very early in the morning. While that seems negative, in fact it’s just that our planet’s tilt is tipped in the sun’s direction, meaning we see it earlier on our horizon (our planet spinning around): like looking around a corner before reaching it.
So there are pros and cons, positives and negatives, and that’s why I created the mistYmuse: to celebrate the positives at a time of year that is considered the most difficult in the north; especially in the UK, where we don’t have Thanksgiving to celebrate at the end of November like in the USA, filling the gap after Halloween/Bonfire Night.
Next week it is False Dawn Week, when sunrise times are at their latest before the clocks go back in the UK.
Liverpool’s Lovren was the biggest football star in XaW Files: Beyond Humanity (now free to read online with Amazon Prime: last Prime Day today!).
After it was published, Liverpool won the Champions League and Premier League titles. He was then blamed for any defensive lapses when he played!
After leaving in the summer, Liverpool’s defence has collapsed! Including against Leeds, who were the main team in XaW Files; they were promoted last year!
Now, Liverpool seem to have joined their main rivals in the Salford Red Devils triangle!
Coincidence? Weird or What(good TV show, giving different versions of an event, and letting you… be Sherlock!).
Lovren has now moved to St. Petersburg, where the first chapter travelling Russia ended with a chess theme, Bond parody wordplay and a tennis love match between Kournikova and Sharapova:
You Can Lead a Horse to Tennis
I thanked the horse for its Saint Petersburg info, and asked if it fancied a stroll. It agreed, and introduced itself as Wiki Steedia. We walked around some of the green parks and grey streets, until reaching a tennis stadium. There was an exhibition match being played there between Russian greats Anna Kournikova and Maria Sharapova, so I asked Wiki if it wanted to watch. Wiki said neigh. It said it would love to, but knew of an open chess tournament taking place in an exclusive club, and thought it might be able to get some work as a bit-part player there. So we said goodbye after I thanked it for the lift and flight from Moscow.
I was sad to see Wiki leave, and thought You can lead a chess horse to tennis, but you can’t make it play.
Tennis Love Match
I was sorry to say goodbye to Wiki, but was glad I opted to watch the tennis, as it was a great game. Kournikova took the first set to love, then Sharapova took the second to love. The third set was the decider, kind of like the Y in greenYgrey.
The games went to serve throughout the third set, and they played a tie-break rather than one having to win by two games. Kournikova had just taken a three-love lead, with an incredible volley, when I felt something tugging at my leg.
I looked down, and was astounded to see it was Love, the mixed-up vole; the lovely love correspondent at the greenYgrey.
From Russia with Love
‘Follow me quickly,’ Love said. ‘It’s time for you to leave Russia. You must not stall any longer, for this episode is already well over its time limit, and you don’t want to be using up all your time with no sign of our ol’ Wolfhol yet.’
I had to agree with Love. I had become engrossed in the Saint Petersburg sights and tennis match, and lost sight of time.
I followed it out of the stadium, and down into the Sportivnaya station. I loved the greenYgrey look of the station. Love said it did too.
We passed through Admiralteyskaya, Sadovaya and Zvenigorodskaya metro stations. I remember arriving in Obvodny, and thinking it looked like the CERN Large Hadron Collider. It was to be my last thought for a while, because then we seemed to shoot off at proton beams speed, and I lost consciousness.
References: Neigh/Nay is a word for a horse noise and a slang word for no. Fyodor Dostoyevsky biography: http://eng.md.spb.ru/dostoevsky/other_museums/omsk/?more From Russia With Love was a 1963 James Bond film. Saint Petersburg and Russian literature information from Wikipedia. You can lead a chess horse to tennis, but you can’t make it play works kind of like that old chestnut phrase: You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink.
Amazon Prime Daystoday and tomorrow with a free month’s trial membership, so you can read XaW Files: Beyond Humanityfor free online, if you like zany pagan theme comedy and poetry. Here’s one of 202 episodes, structured to the X-Files episodes, with the book a loose parody (focused more on the mind and coincidence than UFOs… unfortunately… some documentaries got me back interested in aliens soon after publishing!):
Chapter 8 Episode 6
‘greenY, I am Grendel, I think we must be related from sharing our first three letters.’
‘Werewolf who often wants to be a wolf, I am Beowulf. I think we must be related.’
Grendel Rings Our Bell
How did I become embroiled in a struggle between the main protagonist and antagonist of the oldest surviving Anglo-Saxon epic poem. Oh yes, it started because were (sic) in Denmark, and the saga is mainly set in that country, with Grendel having attacked the mead hall in the Danish court of King Hroðgar.
Then in the last episode of this epic tale we cracked open the mead! I should have known it would attract Grendel, what with this being an X Files parody, but a lot of mead has passed under the bridge since then, so I didn’t think it would create a row between Grendel and Beowulf.
We had been enjoying ourselves, as described in the last episode, when there was a knock on the door. It was Grendel asking for a month’s supply of our mead:
‘They say mud sticks and Mjød sure kicks im-mead-iately a treat smell that’s hard to beat so sweet a taste shouldn’t go to waste.’
Sitting on the Fence in Odense
Grendel had just finished his soliloquy, when there was another knock on the door. Yes, you might have guessed, it was Beowulf. He delivered his opening line as written at the start of this episode, before asking that we hand Grendel over to him, as he is supposed to have been dead for many centuries.
I had just asked Chris and Mads for their advice, when there was another knock on the door. I opened it, and saw it was a woman who looked like an older Grendel.
‘Hello, I’m looking for my son,’ she said. ‘I followed a scent of mead here, and know he is only too fond of the sweet stuff. His name is Grendel, and I sense yours is greenY by your look; so you may be doubly interesting to him, because he thinks everybody that has a name like him is related.’
Just then there was a commotion inside, and when I looked behind myself, I could see Chris and Mads trying to separate Beowulf and Grendel, who had obviously started tussling.
Norse God Not Happy with Noise
I was wondering what to do next when a thunderous voice spoke down to us, stopping the mortal enemies in their tracks.
‘Oh what a din,’ said Odin. ‘Odense is supposed to be a quiet holy city for my worshippers, with the name deriving from OdinsVé, meaning “Odin’s sanctuary”.
‘Hello Odin,’ I said. ‘Thanks for your help. I was wondering what to do with our visitors, and didn’t know Odense was named after you. I thought it looked more related to Denmark, but apparently that has a totally different etymological origin.’
‘I can handle my son myself thank you Odin,’ said Grendel’s mother. ‘As long as he hasn’t had any of that mead yet he should be fine once I get him out of the house, and back home.’
‘I think that is the best solution,’ Odin said. ‘Please allow Grendel’s mother access to your house greenY, and let her take Grendel home. Goodnight all, and hopefully I’ll be able to get my precious sleep now.’
‘Goodnight Odin,’ we replied.
So that’s what happened, with Grendel and his mother going home quietly; well, apart from her giving him a bit of a row and a clip around the ear as they walked down the street.
References
As told in the surviving epic poem, Beowulf was the son of Ecgtheow, a warrior of the Swedish Wægmundings. Ecgþeow had slain Heaðolaf, a man from another clan named the Wulfings (according to Scandinavian sources, they were the ruling dynasty of the Geatish petty kingdom of Östergötland). Apparently, because the victim was from a prominent family theweregild was set too high, and so Ecgþeow was banished and had to seek refuge among the Danes. The Danish king Hroðgar generously paid theweregild, and had Ecgþeow swear an oath.
Like our rambles, the story of Beowulf and Grendel is thought to contain some real people in a fictional story.
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