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For all its faults – for ALL its faults – I am very
fond of my home town. I would never dream of
returning there to live, not least because most
people go there to die.
Stomping through my
But it is hard not to harbour some affection On an overcast afternoon a couple of weeks No single gesture could symbolise the death
for a town which shaped so much of my early ago, I typed ‘Frinton’ into You Tube. It was of old Frinton more than the removal of those
life, a life spent on lush greenswards, pristine more through curiosity than dewy-eyed iconic gates, and as Frintonians gathered en
beaches and clean, trouble-free streets, in nostalgia - I was back there as recently as last masse to protest this outrage, a BBC crew
quaint churches and old-fashioned sweet Christmas, visiting all my haunts and friends arrived in the town to capture the mood.
shops where they still weighed winter cough and reminiscing on late afternoon walks This wasn’t news to me – I was already aware
mix in quarters from a jar. If that sounds a along the Walings in the gathering dusk as of the program, and the furious debate that
little too idyllic for the troubled and cynical the wind whipped in off the North Sea. But followed, via friends who discussed it at
80s, it’s because it was – a gloriously innocent my illusion of a perfect little world had been length on Facebook when it first aired. And
childhood spent in the sheltered English punctured long ago by a growing awareness it certainly wasn’t news to me that Frinton
outpost of Frinton-on-Sea, with a manually- of the staidness, cynicism, snobbery and residents were opposing something. In 1992,
operated set of railway gates keeping the real sheer bloody-mindedness of many of the the unsuccessful protests of a vocal minority
world out. And the wonderful thing was, as local people.Years before I fled the nest for to the opening of the first fish and chip shop
people would always tell you, it was quiet. university and eventually settled in Australia, I inside ‘the Gates’ – this is a seaside town,
So quiet. had realised that there was a malaise deep at remember – made national and international
the heart of Frinton. headlines. In 1998, shortly before I left the
A commendable collective desire to preserve UK, I was working in a health food shop in
the town’s rich Victorian heritage and resist Connaught Avenue at the height of ‘Pubgate’, a
the popular trend to modernise was being fiercely-fought battle against plans to open the
tarnished by the rancorous bitterness of a town’s first pub.
people who were conservative not only with a
capital ‘C’, but also a very large small ‘c’.
I couldn’t wait to leave. And on my occasional
trips back there it is impossible to shake those
memories.
So it was with some trepidation that I settled
down at my computer to watch Wonderland,
a documentary broadcast in 2008 and
purporting to be about a group of residents
fighting to save ‘The Gates’ from being torn
down and replaced by automatic barriers.
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It’s, simultaneously, horrific yet compelling
viewing. Watching Margaret, the ‘never been
kissed’, socially awkward owner of the Dickens
Curios giftshop, confess her unrequited
love for her male friend, is heart-wrenching.
The camera stares at her like a child would,
Customer after customer would wail about and she in turn stares blankly at the floor,
the Frinton’s imminent demise at the hands of shuffling nervously. I feel proud of her as
Rail would not take their gates away and they
the ‘riff-raff’ and ‘scum’ who would be drawn she maintains a quiet, dignified sadness in
would stop at nothing to prevent it from
inexorably to the town by the whiff of Greene the light of the interviewer’s probing, almost
happening.
King beer, leaving mayhem and destruction in mocking questions about her friend’s interest
their wake. I came to relish the predictability in his dancing partner. Another character, An urban legend, never verified but highly
as my ageing but refreshingly progressive boss gay Charles, could be paranoid, lonely, hated, plausible, has it that a woman was once
would try to reason with them before giving or a combination of all three. It’s hard to tell, stopped by a policeman while driving inside
up and chasing them out almost Fawlty-esque, yet is not hard to imagine a homosexual man the gates, and was asked to produce her
tearing up their petitions and posters in his senior years getting the cold shoulder licence. “But officer, I don’t need a licence,”
behind them. in Frinton. As he eats alone, swims alone, she says. “I live inside The Gates.” Growing
and mutters about his neighbours alone, you up in Frinton, it was common to hear these
Watching your town being ridiculed and
wonder whether his oft-referred to deep kinds of stories and jokes and to laugh. The
exposed for all the world to see is a
secret is really something perfectly innocent, laughter was always laced with a little vitriol at
disconcerting experience. Imagine an old friend
yet it could just as easily be something the knowledge that, although maybe not quite
who you care about dearly but wish privately
very sinister. to that extent, such pompous and deluded
that he would get just a little comeuppance
attitudes really did prevail among so many of
for some of his wrongdoing and bad behaviour, And then there’s the sweet old Irish lady
the local geriatric population.Yet they were
only to see him reduced to abject humiliation who stands on the corner outside the bakery,
our jokes, our stories, and it was our right
before a baying audience. That is what looking out towards the gates, waiting for her
to deprecate our town. Then someone came
Wonderland does to Frinton. sister. Her sister never arrives, yet still she
along with a camera and a prejudice, and
A clutch of individuals, some sad and lonely, waits. She worries that she might be in the
all of Britain (and anyone in the world who
some eccentric, some clearly in the grip cameraman’s way, blissfully unaware that she
might stumble upon it online) saw Frinton,
of mental illness, are used to illustrate an is his subject. Still she waits. We are meant
laughed, maybe cried, and thought ‘thank God
obviously pre-conceived idea of a depressing, to laugh at her because she is an eccentric
I don’t live there.’ Just like they might if he had
narrow-minded little town. The clue is in its Frintonian. But she has dementia, it is clear.
turned up in any other town, found four or
selection as part of a series on the quirkier This, more than any other aspect of the film,
five oddballs, mocked their idiosyncrasies and
side of British life. The film-makers didn’t feels like intrusion and exploitation of the
afflictions and then plastered it all over their
come to meet normal, everyday folk, and most appalling kind.
television screens. It made me want to throw
given the town’s reputation as being one big
The main business – the battle to save The my arms around the whole of Frinton because
retirement village, they only wanted the elderly.
Gates – is little more than a distraction from it’s mine and for ALL its faults, it didn’t
So totally are the under-60s airbrushed out
the stories of these characters, yet this is the deserve that.
of the picture that you could be forgiven for
one part of the film where the camera lens
wondering whether there’s even a school. And did they win, those brave, vocal
exposes the genuine madness of many elderly
protectors of the Frinton Gates, who risked -
Frintonians. I’m torn, watching it, between
and received – ridicule in front of the nation?
wanting to preserve the iconic structures and
A few weeks ago The Gates slipped silently
the fact that I can’t bear to see these people
into history, replaced in the small, dark hours
win. The woman who, down her nose, implores
as they slept. Probably by someone who only
the camera to “go away, go away” once argued
ever wanted a quiet life.
with me over our failure to stock enough
pitted prunes. Another man decides that he
can’t bear to have the new automatic gates
David Mitchell
operated by “some lunatic from Colchester.”
The main campaign chant – “What do we
want? Safety! Where do we want it?
The Gates” is not likely to have Barack
Obama’s campaign team beating a path to
Frinton for inspiration when the next election
comes around.Yet they were adamant that the
bastards at Network
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One of the most powerful ways to dissolve the
issues you struggle with is to let go of wanting
For anyone who
to figure them out. Morbid analysis only
serves to hold onto that which you desire to
feels that they can’t
be rid of. You have this problem and you will
start to wonder why you do, what it means
change, it’s well worth
about you and why it is there. You will often
create all sorts of explanations about why, and
remembering that you
yet you still have the same problem. When
you have had a true insight about any problem,
stopped using nappies
and taken steps to transmute the underlying
feelings, it simply disappears.
because you became
So all the reasons why you have the
People sometimes say, “Let’s wait until the
dust settles after all this change before we do
toilet trained. Nature
problem are simply excuses to hold onto it.
They become your life stories. This act of
anything” or “I just want this change to hurry hates a void so when
up and be over so I can get back to normal”.
justification only strengthens the stories and
embeds them deeper. The more you tell the
They don’t understand that change itself is you focus on what you
what’s normal.
story to yourself and others, the bigger the
stronghold it will have in your system, the Every cell in your body is replaced in less
want, allowing yourself
more you will become it and the harder it is
to let it go.
than a year. You aren’t even the same physical
person you were a year ago. You can go back
to let go of the old and
On the other hand there is nothing wrong
to your old house or your old town, but it
won’t be the same, you won’t be the same, and
step into the void, you
with understanding your patterns. I’m not
suggesting that you don’t have insights. I am
your relationship with it won’t be the same as
it was. In fact, the whole world as we know it
will create a better
just advising that you stop chasing them.
When you are willing to let go of wanting
is gone the moment we know it! future for yourself.
to figure out the problem with your mind, To embrace and leverage change, ask yourself:
the answers come. But when you are trying what stories am I hanging on to in my life that
to figure it out, it acts as a barrier to that no longer serve me? `
knowing. The answers come from your heart,
Letting go of your stories will mean creating
not your head. There is a big difference.
a space within you for the new to come in.
Energy is always moving and changing. It takes It may mean you going into the void, a space
one form, then another, but it never stands still. of nothingness and infinite potential, for a
Everything we see, hear, taste, touch, or smell period of time in preparation for the new.
is in a constant state of change. In fact change You can’t just layer the new over the old. You
is all there is. need to clear a space for the new to come
into being. You may have to go through some
discomfort, and this is the step that most fear.
Let go of the fear of the unknown. When
you understand the process it becomes much
easier and you can move through it without
taking the phenomena that may arise for you
personally. Courage often comes before joy,
so the discomfort is well worth it. Just apply
effort, perseverance and courage.
Bio
Jenny Parker has studied the healing process and accelerated
human change for over 25 years.This knowing and wisdom is
put to good use with people worldwide in her work as a coach
and mentor, teacher, writer and inspirational speaker.
For more info go to www.heartforce.com.au or email jenny@
heartforce.com.au
I don’t like short sentences. Plain
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and informative. Ones that have
to be straightforward, less any
reader get lost. The nature of
my professional life means I am
constantly directed to use simple
English in easily digestible chunks.
Apparently in writing, plain is
beautiful. Long sentences and
paragraphs don’t hold people’s
interest. Well not always. Good
writing can be complex, beautiful,
long winded, fluctuating,
metaphor drenched, meandering
journeys of impressions.
John Updike
At home I crave good writing. I want I first heard the name back in my college My favourite bit was when Baker recalls seeing
beautifully crafted sentences that shine. I days in the late 80’s. A period where I was Updike on TV at his mother’s house fixing
don’t care if they are more than six words preciously obsessing over the brief catalogue storm windows. “He tossed down to us some
long. Not everything can be reduced to six of JD Salinger and in particular, his Franny and startlingly lucid felicity,” said Baker, “something
words. Not everything needs to be. I think Zooey masterpiece. The only book in my life about ‘these small yearly duties which blah
good writing is text that you can’t even that made me stay in bed all day until it blah blah,’ and I was stunned to recognise
conceive of putting to paper yourself. It is new was finished. that in Updike we were dealing with a man so
territory. Unchartered landscape. It is startling, naturally verbal that he could write his fucking
In this period, whichever room a particular
shimmering combinations of sound, image and memoirs on a ladder.”4
housemate landed in, (we were rotating
meaning that create indelible impressions. At
each term for equality) one of his anchors Before I completed Baker’s oblique homage
its best, it is completely removed from the
was 3 dog eared novels, forever precariously entitled ‘U & I’, I thought I best check his
abundant received thought and phrasing we
balanced on his mantelpiece. I forget subject out.
recycle in our daily discourse. It is perhaps
everything about the first two and the name of
this personal prejudice that inevitably led Thus I came to my opening literary meal from
the third, but distinctly remember its spine and
me to discovering the prolific works of the Pennsylvanian master. And what a start.
thinking that John Updike was a curious name,
Mr John Updike. Couples. The 1968 novel that detailed the
especially for an American writer. It was not
suburban lives of an educated American clique
Updike died in January this year and his for another twenty years that I would learn
in a New England town. Characters that could
passing brought me a far higher bout of how the Dutch family ancestry intertwined to
have strolled into the movie ‘The Ice Storm’
melancholy and introspection than the much create his idiosyncratic title.
without any jolt in the plot.
lauded passings of Diana, Steve Irwin or the
It wasn’t until I was in my early thirties until
Moonwalker. He was 78 and with no
Updike came into my sphere again. I was
warning, his prolific pen was suddenly put
devouring the quirky novels of Nicholson
down for good.
Baker and found out that he had written a
book about his obsession with Updike. Baker
delved deeply into prose that left him in awe.
He highlighted Updike’s metaphors such as
“the cool margins of the bed”1 and “flowers…
the first advertisements”2. He was particular
enamoured with a sentence Updike crafts on
a sleeping character named Peggy, “Her shoes,
lying beside her feet as if dislodged by a shift of
momentum” 3.
Updike locks a comprehensive focus on all It’s just that I don’t think I have ever read
our acting, role playing, chest beating, pining, better writing than the closing few pages of
tenderness, spite, guilt and passion. I am sure his memoir ‘Self-Consciousness’, a window
his arena is too confronting and too stark in which he attempts to review his life and
for some, especially those who don’t want advancing years. One in which his elegance
the romantic veil lifted too high and those and eloquence are free to soar…
who would rather look anywhere than at
“Also like my late Unitarian father in law am I
themselves. Anyone seeking pure escapism
now in my amazed, insistent appreciation of the
in literature would probably jump ship very
physical world, of this planet with its scenery and
rapidly on reading the unflinching way he
weather – that pathetic discovery which the old
describes us all, mind, body and action.
make that every day and season has its beauty
I still have so much of his work to get through. and its uses, that even a walk to the mailbox is
I’ve barely scratched the surface with his short a precious experience, that all species of tree and
stories – the medium for which he is most weed have their signature and style and the sky is
praised. He is most well known for his ‘Rabbit’ a pageant of clouds.
collection of books, charting the life of a Harry
Aging calls us outdoors, after the adult indoors
‘Rabbit’ Angstrom, from school basketball star
of work and love-life and keeping stylish, into the
to the grave. A gloriously ordinary character
lowly simplicities that we thought we had outgrown
full of nobility and flaws, strong opinion and
as children. We come again to love the plain
confusion, like we all are. Harry can be an oaf
world, its stone and wood, its air and water. “What
and yet touchingly tender. He gives into his
a glorious view!” my father-in-law would announce
impulses and sleeps with people he shouldn’t.
as we smirked in the back seat of the car he was
He has fitness campaigns that fade and always
inattentively driving. But in truth all views have
ploughs into a second slice.
There were so many partnerships introduced something glorious about them. The act of seeing
in the first few chapters that I paused and You cannot help but love Rabbit, for he is is itself glorious, and of hearing, and feeling, and
drew up a ‘couples character map’. Without it, the everyman and the language and phrasing tasting. One of my dead golf partners,Ted Lucas,
I would have soon lost my way among the bed Updike uses to weave the fabric of his life said once within my hearing to another dear
hopping antics of the hard-drinking hedonists. linger long in the memory.You never tire of departed fellow golfer, John Conley, “Life is bliss.”7
This addition was ridiculed years later by a following his story.
References
friend who borrowed the now-collapsing
For me, it’s not so much the images Updike’s
book, before a quick grasp of its necessity 1- 4 & 6
N
icholson Baker, 1991, U&I, Granta
use of words creates in your mind, but more
transformed her scorn to gratitude. When it Publications
the sheer accuracy of his observations. In
returned, I noticed her Librarian mother had
a YouTube interview I saw, he responds to 5
John Updike, 1960, Rabbit Run, Penguin
kindly extended its life through a great repair
criticism that he is overly stylistic by stating Books
job on the cover.
that he aims to “write with precision about 7
John Updike 1989, Self-Consciousness,
Within 50 pages of Couples, I knew I had made what his mind’s eye conjures up”. A job he
Random House
a great discovery. One of the moments when nails. Though the results can sometimes be
you know you have unearthed one of your searing (“Her thighs fill the front of her dress
personal diamonds from the world of the arts. so that even standing up she has a lap”5) their
It was one that would nourish my obsession essential frankness and truth are often uplifting.
for stories that were plausible and dealt with Almost an exoneration of Homo sapiens.
nothing more than lifting the lid on human
In ‘U & I’, Nicholson Baker’s wife dares label
behaviour. Crime, sci fi and fantasy leave me
Pho
the
Of Choice
We are surrounded by choice. Nearly 20 years
on from that prophetic piece of satire, choice
is still regarded widely as a virtue, almost
without question. The more things we have to
choose from, the richer and more varied our
options, the better the life - surely? But look
In a classic Fry and Laurie sketch A waiter, played by Stephen Fry, recognises behind the veneer and there is much evidence
from the early 1990s, Hugh Laurie him and greets him warmly. He then recites, to show that the abundance of choice in
plays a Government minister eating like a devoted fan, the words of a recent modern society poses as many problems,
alone at a restaurant table. speech made by the Minister in the House of perhaps more, than it solves.Yes, choice can
Commons to push through a new broadcasting excite and invigorate. The concept of limitless
bill which would pave the way for multi- possibilities can’t fail to be attractive.Yet the
channel television. Upon finishing, he is world of smorgasbord buffets, information
horrified to notice that the minister is eating overload, satellite television and cheap travel
with silver cutlery. “Oh but I’m terribly sorry,” may, ultimately, bring us less satisfaction than
the waiter says, wrenching the knife and fork the eat-what-you’re given, believe-what-you’re-
from his grasp. He returns with a bag of plastic told, Hancock’s-Half-Hour and a-fortnight-in-
coffee stirrers and pours the entire contents Skegness world of previous generations.
onto the table. “Well at least you’ve got the
I’m going to use food and television because,
choice now, haven’t you?” he cries, angrily. “I
while they might be trivial matters in the grand
mean they may be complete crap but THINK
scheme of life, they illustrate the dilemma of
OF THE CHOICE!”
choice perfectly. Most of us make decisions
about one or both of them daily. Think of the
last time you ate a meal from a buffet, perhaps
in a hotel or at a wedding. The array of diverse
temptations can be so overwhelming it messes
with the taste sensors in your head. If you
thought you fancied a piece of fish tonight,
think again because there’s duck curry, roast
pork and vegetable frittata on offer as well.
Can’t decide what to have? Then have them all!
This sort of thing happens to me regularly, to
the extent that I have a little of everything but
enjoy the value of nothing. I feel dissatisfied,
yet how could I have felt otherwise? Had I
plumped for just one dish, would I have been
wondering what the others tasted like? Would
I have felt that nagging sense of unfulfillment
at failing to make the most of all the choices
available?
treasure
I could never see myself owning a I would be lying if I said I didn’t spend as much
resin boomerang with ‘Australia’ time, or more, in the shop as I did touring the
in gold type surrounded by fake site, whatever it may be. Not always to buy,
wattle flowers with a ‘Made in mind you, but to peruse the array of souvenirs
China’ sticker on the back that that are always so much more fascinating than
sits in a plastic stand above the TV, the debris I could buy at home.
BUT a ‘Hello Kitty’ holding a half
On previous trips overseas I’ve bought extra
eaten black egg with a smiling face
suitcases - a necessity not a souvenir - to put
decorative thing from Japan that
all the goodies in. In my defense, being part of
you can clip to the cover of your
a big family does not help.
Nintendo DS is a totally different
story - so much more useful, so So in Japan in 2008 I was determined to go
much more intriguing! for the items that would pack relatively flat
and were lightweight. Despite the restrictions,
The interesting thing about Japanese souvenirs
I acquired a great many things for myself and
is that they are predominantly made for the
I even managed to complete my Christmas
Japanese and are predominantly made in the
shopping – make the overseas gifts count I say!
country that they are souvenirs of - now
there’s a concept. As previously mentioned, I bought the Hello
Kitty decorative thing and the shoes but also
One of the great things about travelling for
yukatas (dressing gowns) and Japanese pyjamas;
me is finding interesting crazy stuff that I don’t
a crazy sweater featuring Uittg, the world
need, but must have. Trips to tourist sites are
famous monkey, which surprisingly enough I
always sweetened by a long slow browse of
have never heard of; a key ring featuring a small
the shop afterwards.
clock with Japanese numerals; fans; chopsticks;
table cloths; combs; face washers; mad, mad
boxer shorts for brothers-in-laws; a Pokémon
t-shirt for my nephew (I should mention
that there is a store in Tokyo that just sells
Pokémon and nothing else); fridge magnets – a
must; earphones and a wet suit cover for my
mp3 player; a bag; two traditional Japanese
lunch boxes; puzzles; Tokyo Bananas; and more
I’m sure.
Lastly, I picked up a print of an artwork by
Takashi Murakami in the Mori Art Museum
shop in the Roppongi Hills Complex. Some
time before travelling to Japan I watched a
documentary on Takashi Murakami. I had
never seen his artwork before and was
fascinated. What fun and imagination! And the
marketability of it all - reminiscent of pop art
and a blur between high and low art.
The show on at the Mori Art Museum
that night was a modern confronting thing
involving dead animals, stuffed toys and strange
installations. So imagine my joy when I found
the print in the shop afterwards. It wasn’t until
I opened it at home that I realised it was more
Three souvenirs that stand out for me though The toothpick holders I bought in beautiful
of a souvenir than I first thought. The tall shiny
are a Japanese puzzle box, the toothpick Kyoto. I bought lots of them for all the
building featured in the lower right hand side
holders and a print featuring the Roppongi wonderful females I know. I have often been
is the Roppongi Hills tower. I can look fondly
Hills towers. out with them when someone has asked “Have
on the print when framed and hung knowing
I got something between my teeth?” which is
I bought the Japanese puzzle box during a that I saw Tokyo at night from this building,
quite often followed by a trip to the toilet to
one day tour that included a bus ride up Mt was confronted by some interesting modern
dislodge the offending piece of food. (Except of
Fuji; a pirate ship cruise on Lake Ashi, Hakone art and my husband and I had our first heated
course for when we are being ridiculous and
- which was a whole story in itself; a ride discussion as a married couple (a big night out!).
have smeared our teeth deliberately with food
home on the Shinkansen; and a ropeway trip
stuff – chocolate cake is great for this!) The Looking for interesting souvenirs will always be
to visit some hot springs where you can buy
question and the trips are no longer necessary high on my traveling agenda – for the wonder
boiled eggs. Boiled eggs do not sound that
for my female friends for in their bags they and strangeness of them and for the stories
extraordinary except for the fact that the hot
have a very pretty, discrete, toothpick holder that get attached to them. I get to re-live parts
springs turn the shells black. Surprisingly, most
complete with a mirror. of my trips when someone asks “Hey where
of the travellers on the tour bought a bag of
did you get that?”
the eggs and ate them. Odd when you could A very practical gift and so quintessentially
also pick up a ‘Hello Kitty holding a half eaten Japanese, from the size and the fabric to the
black egg with a smiling face decorative thing’ I quirkiness. Disappointingly, I miscalculated
Grace Lovejoy
rest my case. and did not get one for myself - I should
have perhaps kept the one I bought for my
I love the puzzle box because I love a good
mother-in-law and given her something else as
puzzle and the work that has gone into
she seemed to not really appreciate its true
creating it is astounding. It is intricately hand-
value…
crafted and it takes 21 moves to remove the
lid. I had never seen one of these before or
since and I got very excited when one featured
ever so briefly on an American sitcom. The
only down side could be that there is only a
very small space for treasures inside but really,
that detail seems so insignificant.
“Roppongi Hills”
Copyright 2003 Takashi Murakami/Kaikai Kiki. All Rights Reserved.
Cultural Creatives:
the Sleeping Beauty
We’ve often heard it said, if enough conscious
individuals come together to form a critical
They are the ‘Lifestyles of Health and
Sustainability’ (LOHAS)2 market, representing
mass, they can create a tipping point that one in four adults or $209 US billion, in a
potentially could shift the planet away from growing marketplace for goods and services
pointless ruin and towards an optimistic, focused on health, the environment, social
sustainable future. justice, personal development and sustainable
living. There is evidence to show that as
“If enough people realise that Currently we may well be standing at that
consumers they are the future of business
they need to start looking for edge of a precipice, where we have the
and of progressive social, environmental
new ways to live together on choice to either breakdown or breakthrough
and economic change.Yet, their power as a
this small planet, this can topple and experience a rare shift in evolutionary
consumer market remains virtually untapped. 3
the prevailing systems. We need consciousness - something that may only
to mobilise creativity. Creativity happen once or twice a millennium. As the vanguard of today’s cultural
that refuses to accept the existing transformation, the ‘Cultural Creatives’ share
This tipping point may be closer than we think,
order and that wants to discover a concern for social, ecological, spiritual,
with the wave of the newly emerging ‘Cultural
that there are other ways to live.” and personal development. Courageously
Creatives’ (a term first coined in 2000 by
questioning the status quo and daring to
- Kamp & Laszlo 2004 sociologist Paul H. Ray and psychologist Sherry
arouse social creativity in mainstream culture.
Ruth Anderson in their book ‘The Cultural
Creatives: How 50 Million People Are Changing t
he World’).
Cultural Creatives:
the Sleeping Beauty
Vesna Sampson co-founder of the Institute of Power vs. Force: The Hidden Determinants of Human
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Dr. Hawkins, D., 2005
Sustainability & Social Innovation (ISSI) Behaviour Veritas Publishing
The New Political Compass: The New Progressives are I
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Paul H. Ray, Ph.D. 2002 n-Front, Deep Green, Against Big Business & Globalization, &
Beyond Left vs. Right
Cultural Creatives: Cultural Creatives Making a Difference for
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Middendorf, 1999
the Future in Global Oneness
The Chaos Point: The World at the Crossroads, Hampton
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Laszlo, E 2006
Roads Publishing Company
accidental
It was time to send my grandmother
her 89th birthday card. I wanted to
include a recent snap of my three
year old daughter taken in the
front garden.
Alas I seem to perpetually forget which way
up the blank photo paper is supposed to go.
I got it wrong again, but with error came an
impressionist pastiche and the latest fresh slice
of accidental art.
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art
know thyself
It’s amazing how powerful the Children’s art is powerful in many ways.
Granted it hits home immediately through the
simplest painting by a child lack of pretension or any notion of trying to
can be. Just a few lines of a impress. The artists have yet to develop the
hindrance of self consciousness. They paint
drawing, or a few splashes of what they see. They draw what is important
to them. So often this cuts straight through
colour, can bring the toughest to us because we lead meandering lives that
of souls to tears. Recall the take us far away from what’s important. If
we are not careful, we live drone existences
final scene in ‘About Schmidt’ of house cleaning, supermarket lists, the gas
when Jack Nicholson receives bill, insurance, internet trance, getting the car
serviced and soul-less television.
a drawing from his sponsored
child in Tanzania. He is
disarmed by two simple stick
figures holding hands, a splash
of coloured sky and a heart
searing representation of
unconditional love.
Artwork by Poppy, aged 6
If unchecked, the endless maintenance and The kids are not trapped into getting it right,
repetitive drudgery of urban life can seem or paralysed by what others think. They are
a relentless conveyor belt. Hence why a 5 not concerned as to whether they are good
minute rough drawing of mum and dad, with at it, whether it’s the right colour, to scale or
big grins, a dog, a red house and a mammoth in perspective. They are not afraid to fail and
yellow sky can bring us straight back to don’t give a critic much to pontificate over
ourselves and unveil stifled emotions. other other than “This is my world” and “All
you need is love.”
You don’t have to have had children to be hit
in the heart with these drawings and paintings, Now that’s art.
though genetic links will amplify the power and
probably bring about new gallery space on a
fridge door. Most of the power is through the
simple fact that the figures are always smiling.
The two dimensional figures are traditionally
bright, shining and loving life, a path adults have
been known to stray from!
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andrew
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interview
How old are you? Do you think men are cut off from
What’s the most useful thing you
have ever been told?
I recall being told not to sneeze whilst
urinating. I can appreciate that this is not the
sort of wise Buddhist proverb that will span
the generations, but nonetheless I urge every
man who takes pride in their aim to try it at
least once. It’s an achievement worth taking
the world of emotion? the time to stage. Picking your nose whilst
37, although I was recently accused of looking
jogging is another skill worth acquiring.
38 – oh the nonsense that spews from the Perhaps not ‘cut-off’ but they are certainly
mouths of children. blunted to the experience – homosexuals What’s the hardest thing you have
and Hyundai drivers excluded. Whereas ever had to do?
What’s the best thing about being
women will readily express and imbibe
the age that you are now? I had a kidney stone once. That was a rough
emotional experiences (their own as well
day. I also recall having a crush on my dentist in
I could rabbit on about how much more as the emotions of others) men tend to be
the mid 1980’s – she looked like Linda Carter
mature I am now and how I can more readily more reactionary. This is not to say that we
minus the golden lasso and the invisible jet. She
find fair perspective in the tribulations of (men) are driven purely by limbic urges, or
was giving me a filling – one of those lead and
my day. But that would only serve to raise a that we have the emotional depth of a cowpat.
krypton alloys which are now outlawed except
furrowed brow of condescension from readers I cried like a baby at the end of James Bond
in death-row inmates. She had the freshest
who are 38 or older and cause those younger Casino Royale – she was a very attractive
Listerine breath and told me what a brave boy
than me to think I was a self righteous twat. woman and they’d only had sex once or
I was. That was a rough day too. More recently,
Honestly, as I get older I am becoming more twice. But I think men tend to treat emotions
I gave a eulogy at my grandmother’s funeral.
cynical, more brazen and far less tolerant of rather pragmatically – the very way emotions
Kidney stones and fillings aren’t so bad really.
ditherers. I love it. should not be treated. On one hand, men
have successfully evolved to realise what a Would you like a partner who is
I use the word “fuck” a lot more (often when
hindrance emotions can be to making rational, wiser than you are?
I talk to ditherers) and I am comfortable
informed and critically valued decisions. On
walking away from people if they have not My partner is far wiser than I will ever be.
the other, they are often oblivious to the
captured my attention in the first 30 seconds. She is wonderfully intellectual, spectacularly
drawbacks of not expressing emotion. All too
I am at ease with culling those stragglers that altruistic, humblingly empathetic and
often men express pent up emotion in very
I have somehow accrued over the years that embarrassingly beautiful – embarrassing to
unhealthy ways – they beat their wives or
have miraculously made it onto my ‘friends’ list stand beside. Above all else, she has managed
name their sons “Jayson” or “Sasha”.
but who contribute nothing to my happiness. to clothe such qualities in a stunningly feminine
Occasionally (very occasionally) I even feel package. I embrace the many ways in which
As I skip through my 30’s, I am becoming
that men miss out on some of life’s little joys she unintentionally outshines me and everyone
increasingly comfortable as an atheist and an
because of their inability to acknowledge and she meets. I consider such huge inequalities in
anti-theist. I see no reason to politely respect
act upon more subtle emotional events. I, for our relationship to be empowering,
the delusions of a Jew, a Christian or a Muslim.
one, get no joy out of painting my toenails not belittling.
As I age, I feel more and more comfortable
with a gal-pal or watching Gilmore Girls.
shedding the dutiful tolerance that I was raised
For the most part I am content to not fully
with as a child. If it looks, feels and tastes like
understand the delight that such activities can
horse shit, chances are there is a religious
bring. But then there are times, (usually when
person in the room.
I have one foot hoisted up onto the bathroom
sink, toe nail cutters at the ready and my
scrotum dangling aimlessly in the breeze like a
pensioners grin) when I think “This might be
more enjoyable with a girlfriend by my side”.
What do you generally do when So when I am asked what constitutes a well if the news is depressing and we consume
you are feeling blue? rounded male, I feel like you’re asking me to diet cola and organic food because we think
sculpt fine bone china out of a dog turd. it will make us look good, or live longer. We
One 30mL serve of scotch with 2 ice cubes
A well rounded male knows when he has had invent Gods and religion. We create a reality
and a good dash of vanilla (Don’t use vanilla
too much to drink. A well rounded male takes to make life interesting, to settle our fears and
essence. You’ll lose the effect). Let it stand for
time out from talking to listen for a change. to shelter ourselves from the harshness of a
a good 3 to 5 minutes until some of the ice
A well rounded male continues to learn world that doesn’t come with a filtered lens.
has melted and give it a reasonable stir before
throughout their life from any source possible.
you sip. Describe the best holiday you have
A well rounded male asks for directions and
ever had?
Failing that I try to share the misery. I am lucky. can apologise without losing his dignity. But
I am yet to encounter a problem that cannot perhaps above all, a well rounded male accepts In 1989 I spent a year in the United States.
be resolved (or at least dramatically lessened) that they are not the superior gender and Great people, great food and for a 17/18 year
by communicating – discussing your thoughts nor have they ever been. They acknowledge old it was an intense, life-changing experience.
and concerns with someone else. But I have a that being physically stronger, or able to Money spent travelling is money well spent.
very nice life. I have nothing to really complain yell louder, does not make them right and But being someone that appreciates this
about. I love my work and I love the people they are content to be as good as they can but hates hearing the travel stories of other
around me. I have seen how truly crippling (given the lacklustre brain they’ve been dealt) people, I’ll spare you the details.
depression can be and I have worked alongside without putting down others in order to make
If you could, what would you tell
people with far less to be thankful for – people themselves look better.
your 18 year old self?
that have every right to feel blue, or downright
What is your internal dialogue
miserable. If they can put on a brave face and 1. Women are not scary to talk to. They are
generally like?
brighten the day of others around them then far easier to interact with than men, they
so can I. Don’t get me wrong, I am not one of Continuous and unrelenting. I relive make far better conversationalists … and
those happy, clapping Christian types. I find the conversations I have had, or conversations they listen. You don’t have to look like Brad
permanently cheerful in desperate need of a I would like to have. I debate people I have Pitt or smother them with witty banter, just
slap. But I do think that the claims of so many never met and I make acceptance speeches at talk and listen and learn from every woman
people to be stressed, depressed or anxious, The Oscars. I am always being caught speaking you meet.
belittle the genuine sufferers who need all the to myself and I have stopped trying to hide it.
2. Follow every project through to its
help and respect that we can offer.
Who has been the best teacher in completion and ask for help any stage along
When did you last give your your life so far and what have you the way.
absolute all on something? learnt?
3. Get directions. All the time you spend
Bloody hell. I’m not sure it’s ever happened. My 4th grade teacher. She drilled home the stressing and faffing around when you’re lost
You know I don’t think I can honestly say (with basics – reading, writing and math. ‘Failure’ can be alleviated by asking the nearest non-
the benefit of hindsight) that there has ever has also been a remarkably thorough teacher, bikie looking stranger.
been a situation in my life where I couldn’t although I have not always learnt well from just
4. Unattractive checkout chicks are usually the
have done better, where I couldn’t have one lesson.
fastest. This rule only applies to late-night
prepared more thoroughly or where I simply
What are you good at? shopping and Saturday mornings.
had nothing more to give. I’ve certainly tried
very hard at a lot of things and in many of Knowing when I am wrong and acknowledging 5. Learn to dance and don’t be shy to be the
those I have failed dismally. But I can’t honestly it. I wasn’t always good at it mind you. Such first on the dance-floor. It will always serve
say I have ever found a time when I truly had an attribute goes hand-in-hand with being you well.
exhausted all of my options. How pathetic good at apologising.
6. Always buy the best wine you can afford.
is that?
What’s the most recent thing you
What do you want for Christmas?
How would you describe a fully have learnt about people?
rounded adult male? (What Lasik eye surgery. Seriously.
Education is not the sole antidote to religion.
attributes do they have?)
It is a big part of the solution, but sadly not the
A fully rounded adult male is called a female. entirety. It has taken me a while to appreciate
We know that the female brain functions this fact and I am saddened by it. Because
better at most tasks than a male brain. Females there are so very few ‘intelligent’ happy-
acquire language earlier and with greater depth clapping Christians or multiple-virgin seeking
than males. Women multi-task and make Muslims, one is seldom challenged in the belief
decisions based on numerous and complex that intelligence and the psychotic delusion of
interactions better than most males could ever a deity can be anything other than mutually
hope to. They make better doctors, lawyers exclusive.
and politicians. They are better listeners and
Do you think we create our own
communicators than men. They have nearly
reality?
two-thirds more nerve cells connecting their
cerebral hemispheres and when their brains Of course we do. We wake every morning and
are viewed by functional MR imaging, they light dress in clothes that we think makes us look
up like a Christmas tree to the same stimulus good. We present ourselves to the world each
that barely evokes a solitary blip in a male day in a manner that we think may appeal to
brain. people (or at least minimise the offence we
cause). We laugh at other people’s jokes when
they are not funny and we choose to believe
that people are good at heart and will usually
do the right thing. We turn off the television
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jam
Several years ago in Perth I placed an
advertisement in our local paper: “Figs wanted.
mid life Will pick and make jam in return.” I had five
responses. Three or four yielded a good supply
but one was supreme. ‘Figaro’ left a message
on my answering machine inviting me to
share his daily harvest. His days as a Victorian
orchardist have borne fruit in the west, thanks
to cuttings smuggled into WA from Victoria
years ago. The two trees behind his house are
well and truly mature, near perfect specimens,
and the fruit are large, luscious and abundant: a
genuine mother lode. The main tree has been
pruned low and wide for easy access, although
a ladder is required for the upper limbs. Figs
out of ladder reach are for the birds.
I was entrusted to fig-sit while he and his
wife went on holiday. I would clock in about
9am, slip on the fig picking shirt, collect the
plastic buckets and start. Picking requires fine
Mission, Calmyrna, Adriatic, Kadota, As a teenager, I cycled through back lanes of discrimination. Some figs are at the perfectly
Aboukounis, Barese, Chios, Kalamata, Cottesloe and Peppermint Grove foraging figs ripe pinnacle and call out to be popped
Pasquale…. black, white, red, tawny, from trees overhanging back fences—or even directly in the mouth. Others are better left
dark red, crimson and glorious… sneaking inside fences—then packing them in for a day or two. Some are very soft and good
figs. the little esky which was ockie-strapped to for jam. The few destined for the reject bucket
the back of my bike. Off season I would go to go sloppy in your hand and dribble down your
My DNA strands must contain dominant fig arm and deep into the weft of your clothes.
Kakulas’ Brothers continental shop in North
genes. I am attracted to figs and they to me. In an hour the buckets had filled a box and
Perth and buy a string of dried figs and have
This is no figment of my imagination. One any figs with fly were left to cook in Figaro’s
them and the farts before I arrived home. On
of my earliest childhood memories is the specially designed solar oven (a metal tin with
Saturday mornings I would pick up a package
red path leading from the back door to the a piece of glass covering.) For weeks the tacky
of dessert figs in juice from the dried fruit
laundry shed and to the left of that grandpa’s car steering wheel reminded me of the white
section for mum’s shopping basket. Christmas
tool shed and next to that a square, smelly, sap of a fig.
holidays meant see-through plastic glace fruit
dirty incinerator. Near the incinerator was a
packs containing figs along with the rest: More remarkable fig trees are near Northcliffe,
sugar fig tree. I don’t remember eating figs
pineapple, apricots, pears, peaches and red on the way to Albany. Friends invited us to stay
as a young child, but I can still remember the
maraschino cherry. Using the tiny plastic fork with them in their holiday house and while
smell of the tree. My mother was my fig-eating
I’d always lift out a sticky, glistening fig. enjoying one of the obligatory tractor rides we
etiquette role model: by her side I watched as
she plucked a fig, broke it in two, rubbed the By the age of 17, my modus operandi was in discovered a huge tree laden with fruit near
halves together and then pulled the flesh off place. I had a mental map, a kind of Fodors for the stock yards. This is fig radar in action. At
with her teeth leaving the skin stripped bare. figs, of fig trees in and around Perth. Thirty moments like this, I go into a kind of fig trance,
years later this knowledge has expanded not exactly fig channelling, but definitely single-
to Beverley, Busselton, Margaret River and minded. After half an hour, I reluctantly left
Flinders in WA and to Warrandyte, Kew, with hat, shirt and cheeks full.
Blackburn, and Churchill Island in Victoria. I’ve
procured fresh figs from Fairfield and Floreat
to Fremantle and Florence. I’ve enjoyed fig
jam, fig and ginger jam, fig relish, fig chutney,
fig newtons, stuffed figs, dried figs, glace figs,
poached figs, fig kebabs and my friend Diana’s
famous cream, yoghurt, brown sugar and fig
dessert. My husband-to-be once sent me a
rapturous letter from Delhi describing the
fig and honey ice cream he was served at the
Dasaprakash Hotel. I must admit that I have
yet to throw one on the barbie.
In February, when the season is peaking, Last summer while walking near our state park
I would cruise by a nondescript office block I spotted figs in the back garden of a nearby
in Mosman Park on Saturday or Sunday house. I cast my line across the fence: “Hello,
afternoons. If the parking lot was empty, I do you like figs? [some people do have the
would pick the large purple skinned figs up to recessive fig gene, Could I buy some? pick
My godson was just five months old when
the fence, climbing up the rocky landscaping some? or make you jam?” I would be welcome
I took him and his mother for his first hunt
to reach the top ones. One weekend I was to a few, and to check back in a few weeks, she
in his pusher through Claremont’s streets
horrified to discover that there were still replied. When I dropped in after what I felt
and reserves calling in wherever we saw fig
some workaholics at the office when I arrived. was a decent interval, I was pulled in through
trees. We met a wonderful elderly woman in
I went in to ask permission and was given a the gate with exasperated noises and shown
a very gracious home, whose son was quite
look of “you weirdo”, and a shrug of “all right.” a hand-lettered sign that had been posted
suspicious when he came home and found us
The limbs hanging over the fence are just a outside: “would the lady enquiring about figs
there on such a flimsy-sounding pretence.
fraction of the tree. The remainder lies on the please call in.” I was told how the park ranger
other side in someone’s back garden. Several Walking along a trail in Kew while staying with and her daughter had been notified to alert
times I have breathed deep and attempted to a friend’s daughter, I spotted a fig tree through me if I was seen on the trail. Waiting in the
approach the door of the house on the other the trees and knocked on the door of an fridge were two full grocery bags. That load
side, but the whole place is a bit too creepy— Italian family gathered for lunch. After some gave my triceps a workout as I headed for
overgrown, falling down, broken windows, the charade-like explanation, papa smilingly went home. At my age such load bearing activities
lot—and it seems a long way to the front door to get his son and some English translation. are highly recommended for building
and back. Soon papa and mama and the last of the strong bones.
year’s crop were offered to me along with
There are a few memorable trees along the Mid life is no crisis. My appetite for figs is
an invitation to come earlier next year. Last
Swan River. My favourites are near a sports hearty. My fig radar is undiminished. My
summer I bought figs from an elderly Italian
clubroom in Bicton. One tree is outside physical stamina on a fig hunt is robust. My
lady at the monthly Warrandyte market. About
the fence and gets picked by locals on their fig jam reputation has not been formally
two hours and quite a few figs later, I realised
walks. Another tree is within the fence and, challenged. Whatever the season, my cupboard
it would be a month before I could buy some
incredible as it seems, appears to be ignored contains jam and bold friends even ask for
more. After a few phone calls to the market
by the club members. I have worked out a refills when their allotted birthday jar is empty.
organisers I located Mrs Mazzone. I have no
scheme for this particular tree. I quickly pick I am considering giving myself an honorary
Italian, but we share a universal language. I
any remaining ripe fruit from the outside tree. degree and putting PhD (Fig) after my name.
usually drive over after I make out “want
Then, with empty plastic bags rustling in my Although a republican by nature, I am born to
you figs”, “3:30”, and “I’m a home”. She is an
pockets, I nonchalantly but confidently march rule as a fig queen and wear eau de toilette de
experienced grower and a shrewd seller and I
into the sports grounds and without looking figuier.
always leave with at least five kilos.
left or right I pass in full view of the windows
(Note: Some of the names and places have
of the conference rooms (wondering if bored
been altered or omitted to protect the trees.)
participants are staring out the window as I
move by.) I put the figs into the plastic bags
and then pass the bags through a small gap
Patti Roberts
in the locked gates next to the tree and into
a box that I have strategically placed there.
When I am finished, I march back empty
handed past the windows and collect my full
box of figs outside the gate.
Over the years many friends and family have
been startled, surprised and embarrassed by
my obsession: the sudden turning off of the Photo by lepiaf.geo on Flickr
car and knocking at some stranger’s front door
or “yoohooing” over the fence of unsuspecting
fig tree owners. Never have my friends or
family openly suggested professional help as
I spend my fifteenth consecutive day in forty
degree heat fig picking and then standing over
the stove making jam.
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