Between all the opinion pieces written about the referendum result – for the UK to leave the EU, for those who avoid politics altogether (or have been living under a rock) – this short video from the BBC about conflicts within a family who have voted differently strikes a chord. The children of the family who are of voting age say that they cannot win against their parents in arguments concerning whether to remain or to leave, but mention in the individual interviews that [their parents] are not “bad people”. They are merely voting for what they think will be the best for themselves and (hopefully) the people around them.
Throughout the campaigning for the EU referendum, many people have been called out for being “bad people”. Between “the immigrants”, a large number of politicians, and the England football team, that is a lot of bad people, without even beginning to delve into the reasons why the Remain and Leave camps are talking down each other. Many opinions disguised as facts are flying through the air, and many actual facts are going ignored. I am not aiming for an op ed piece. As a referendum that has been touted as one where “feelings won over facts”, I am going to get emotional about this.
- A week ago, I joked that however people voted, I was going to take it personally. While I know it’s not personal, I did feel a little less welcome in my adopted home of 13 years (which is longer than I have lived in any other country) last Friday morning.
- Being told to “move on” is frustrating, even though it is in my nature to “move on”. It was one of philosophies on which I was raised by my parents. Do not show that you care too much. However, if we apply the theory of “voting for what they think will be the best for themselves and (hopefully) the people around them”, and one of the results of the referendum is the despair/disdain of most of the people around me, I am not going to take it lightly.
- I should note here that as an EU citizen, I did not have a vote to cast, but frankly, my main concern would have been security. I am privileged to have family and friends all over the world, and knowing that they are safe (and happy) is paramount to me. I would not recommend parting from your group to walk home alone late at night.
Observations on a university campus when temperatures rise to hover around 20 degrees (Celsius) at the end of May:
- Joggers wearing tank tops and shorts.
- Joggers wearing leggings and wind-breakers.
- “Joggers” eating ice cream.
- Students studying on the lawn.
- Students “studying” on the lawn.
- Students studying on the “lawn”.
- People wearing t-shirts, shorts, and sandals.
- People wearing flannel shirts.
- On top of a tee.
- With a duffel jacket over the whole ensemble.
- (And jeans. They’re proper.)
- People-watchers eating chicken curry.
Answers in haiku form on a postcard please.
I know a few people who are turning seven years old today. A very happy birthday indeed to you! By the time you turn eight, we will have swapped out that tens-digit in our ages, and hopefully be all the better off for it. The question is whether people young(er) and old(er) – although mostly the old(er) – will still have an appetite to chide “millennials” for all their miscellaneous sins?
February’s main takeaway is that you’re not invincible. Or at least you’re not invincible all the time, and especially not physically so. Eat well, sleep well, exercise, and go for all your health check-ups. Eschew one of these at your own risk, it may well come and bite you in the rear when you least expect it to.
Who am I to tell you? The other day I made a stack of pancakes for breakfast, and finished it with a great big blob of strawberry jam. Delicious.
But I also ate all of them in one sitting.
So who am I to tell you? Somebody who makes both good and bad life choices and tests them out for you so you need only do the good stuff. That’s who.
Still alive. Just.
There is a large number of Capricorns in my circles at the moment – what we think of astrology is an entirely different matter – and I am currently quite grateful that their birthdays are here to brighten up an otherwise literally grey month. The rain and flooding of pre-Christmas seems to have subsided to be replaced by hail. (Except one only gets “real” hail during the summer.)
The research project is projecting.
My attempts to eat better are now aided by the having of a rice cooker.
An exercise class has been bought, so watch this space.
Double-booking myself is still an issue.
In what is certain to be a tumultuous year, how does one find peace of mind? After all, that seems to be the most common piece of advice given to you when you are stressed. Calm down.
I am not calm.
(But I do want to be.)
We’ve just crossed into 2016 in my timezone, so HAPPY NEW YEAR to you all!
May 2016 be for you a prosperous and joyful year, filled with everything you like, less academentia, and no leaf coriander (personal preferences pending).
Here’s a wish from me that 2016 will contain all good things, and – I try to practice reckless optimism but I was born to highly pragmatic parents – only the minimum number of bad things to provide a suitable balance to the good things, which in turn should make the good things really feel GOOD.