- Category: General Bloggins
It's Friday afternoon. I am driving my house down the West coastal highway on the South Island of New Zealand. My house is a van... in case that didn't make sense the first time. I just got new speakers fitted to him (My house is called Fred. Some Danish dudes named him that and who am I to interfere); I test them out with some Floyd, Thievery Corporation, Shpongle... the bass response is like an elixir of life after a month driving without it; the full hit of the fruit. Now Hendrix wails with Voodoo Chile. Switch to the radio: 106.5, every tune's a banger. I've found my happy frequency. Freedom of the open road (until Fred gets sick... more reason to enjoy his health now).
I stop to have a swim where the river meets the sea. Some seabirds are diving for their dinner. A van full of fisherman pulls up to try their luck. I tread water and see who will score first. The water flows quickly but the picture is serene. My mind buzzes - but they are creative thoughts - interspersed with awareness of the beautiful surroundings and my place in it all. Behind the fishermen, there are dark clouds on the horizon. They say a typhoon is coming. It hasn't rained in a month and there are bush-fires everywhere. The land is arid, the plants are dying of thirst. I've enjoyed blue skies every day, but I welcome the rain.
Internally, I know the blue skies will persist. Now I smile for no reason. I'm content in my solitude. There are songs in my head, rhythms that demand to be transposed onto my leg, or a tabletop, or (better yet) a guitar. Melodies that ask to be hummed - and I'm willing to oblige. A joke on a napkin. A poem in a notepad that's falling apart, just like I did: it wasn't like this before. Not long ago dark clouds filled my sky. At the time it was terrible. I begged for it to stop. Now I accept the darkness: welcome it; transform it. A signal that must be received before it will dissipate, so it won't blare on for a whole lifetime.
Those that know me might remember. I only got through it due to loved ones stubbornly being there no matter what, so I was lucky. But sometimes even that isn't enough. There are too many stories where this is the case, and many of them are close to home. The conversation about this is starting to be had, but it is a big conversation and it's long overdue. So now that I have some perspective and can see the dark from the light, it's time to write about it and add a little to the dialogue. Find the writings in the Psychedelicacies section, then. Comment if you want. There are so many stories to be told.Add a comment
- Category: General Bloggins
It's starting to feel a bit summer-y and so I'm in the process of restarting a lot of projects that lost all steam over the winter. One of the projects is now to avoid NEXT winter and hopefully stop it happening again; I'm not a pagan but damn that sun has power over me, and not just gravitationally.
What are the projects? One is my musical comedy hour live show that has been incubating for about 5 years in my brainbox. Suddenly I have the time and few excuses as to why I shouldn't get stuck into it. I also hope to get some recordings up of old songs of mine before they disappear into the ether/my distant memory.
Lessons from speculative investments (with a little gambling)
I have mainly been inspired recently, however, by developments in the blockchain industry (as you will know if you read any of my recent posts under "Psyche"). I spent probably an unhealthy amount of time between December and April fixating on the rapid growth and decline of some of my crypto assets. It led me through the phases of initial interest, research of all manner of altcoins, towards diversification into many worthwhile projects and some that would have to be described as "shitcoins". In amongst this was a short spell of outright gambling (day trading) which is something I have had a weakness for in other guises once before - last time it was thanks to the football World Cup and then internet poker.
Both of these bouts of chronic financial recklessness occurred during a time of unemployment where I was at a loose end and trying to evade my life's challenges in whichever way sprouted up to give me a sense of purpose at the time. It is a cheap trick on one's subconscious reactive brain to make believe that the power of a number on a computer going up and down should have any relevance to your mood for the day. In the case of crypto it is quite easy due to the endless rollercoaster ups and downs; green and red arrows that you are sure to encounter if you check your portfolio's performance. I believe it was a necessary phase for me to see how money can control you, in whatever guise, if you let it. I escaped once again without any life-changing losses (since whenever I have addictive tendencies they luckily always manifest acutely and not in a long-term damaging chronic manner).
Heading Towards the Light
After the recent market crash I stopped fixating on prices for a while and got more interested in the technology again. This coincided with a desire to bring back to life my coffee business/social enterprise that I talked about in a blog post 6 months ago. I never did an update on that - primarily because there was nothing positive to say. Difficulties within the team meant that we were unable to continue past November and I became very disillusioned after trying to do something good and it falling totally flat. After a bit of time has passed I am now more excited about restarting the business under a different form. I started researching about the benefits of worker co-op organisations and how they might have a positive impact on mental health after listening to a podcast with Joe Rogan and his guest.
Through this research, I discovered FairCoop, an organisation that I later found out was started in a very radical fashion. FairCoop is aiming to be a distributed network of co-operatives from across the globe, using a cryptocurrency called FairCoin. The main difference between FairCoin and other cryptocurrencies is that they are aiming, more than anything, to use it as a currency! You might notice that earlier in this post I referred to my various holdings as speculative assets, something that I want to hold onto and not spend (or gamble!). Well, there is a problem with the deflationary nature of most of these tokens that prevent them from being adopted for their intended purposes.
There is a term in economics called the velocity of money. It is the speed at which money is changing hands and moving around the economy. This applies to traditional fiat (government-issued) currencies but also to token based economies such as bitcoin. One of the problems that come with trying to increase adoption of any token is that if the general trend is price appreciation (over the long term, your coin will be worth more), there is less incentive to spend. The velocity of money (the rate at which it moves around the economy) goes down and your coin loses utility as a currency due to hoarding.
FairCoin is attempting to buck the trend by pegging/fixing the price of their currency. The idea is that they attempt to keep most of the token supply usable within the network for the exchange of goods and services between the members. This utility is what gives the currency an inherent value. Meanwhile, through buying back FairCoin tokens that were traded on the open market when they are at a low price, FairCoop increases the velocity of the token. They try to prevent speculation by being the sole 'official' exchange where people can buy the crypto-currency, and they determine the price at which they should be sold by democratic consensus at a FairCoop assembly.
It took a while for it to sink in, but now I am excited about this next step towards reclaiming money - something that was implied as a motivation for the creating of Bitcoin in its whitepaper. This development has led me to explore the lighter side of crypto and I'll be publishing another post elaborating on these very soon.Add a comment
- Category: General Bloggins
I sit in Ryan's N16 (a trendy bar and eatery in Stoke Newington) amidst the craft beer quaffing, brunch eating bourgeoisie - where I must un-ironically take my place. Stewart Lee's 'liberal metropolitan elite' is making the most of that last day of Britain's Indian summer 2017. It is the first chance I feel like I've had, since spring, to stop doing things and resume contemplation.
What have I been up to? Figuring out a way of extracting money from the liberal metropolitan elite... in exchange for tasty beverages - hopefully doing something worthwhile at the same time.
Myself and a couple of friends whom I moved in with, at a converted warehouse in north London last year, have grouped together and bonded over our shared mental ill health plus a desire to make something happen to address it in our own lives and those around us.
The result is 'Black Dog Society'. With a lot of help from my family (especially Dad) I have managed to get together a coffee cart, made from a vintage styled sideboard I found on Etsy. We have found a pitch in Clapton, Hackney, and are trading on weekday mornings alongside another social enterprise - Core Clapton - which recently opened its doors and is providing affordable osteopathy to people in the community as well as hosting classes in Yoga, martial arts, swing dance and all manner of other things.
Assuming our inspection by the council this Tuesday doesn't throw up any hurdles (though I have learnt by this stage it's probably best to assume the worst, just for my own sanity: see our Instagram feed @blackdogsocietylondon for more information on what brought about this viewpoint) we will continue trading through the winter and use the site in future to hold our own events.
We would like to engage people in talking about mental ill health, challenge the stigma surrounding it, open discussions about the prejudice experienced by people seeking work who are currently recuperating from an episode and may still be medicated, give barista training to those who have had such difficulties and are looking for skills to re-enter the workforce, as well as employing people as they are - accepting mental ill health challenges as something that happens to a lot of people - while being an employer that allows people to take on work in a way that suits their recovery, and without making their condition worse.
Personally, I just got to realising very quickly that London can swallow you up whole if you aren't careful. I have long term goals and dreams that I still want to follow that means being in the city is a great opportunity. The problem comes when your goals are subsumed by the need to pay the bills. I know now that if I want to do something I love but which doesn't make any money, then I need a day job that doesn't kill my soul in the meantime! It's been a big challenge and the reason why I've not had any time to create content or even register my observations on the world.
Watch this space for a website/facebook page that you can share and help us spread the word. I hope to get back to some regular bloggage as it settles down a little. There are rumblings of a permanent café space that will kick off properly in January, though, so we'll have to wait and see how much time I have left!Add a comment
- Category: General Bloggins
As I recently mentioned on the Updates page - I have been inspired to write again. Kicked into a reboot, much like the new series of the classic TV show from my adolescence, Robot Wars.
I watched an episode of it recently; there has been a slight evolution (Craig Charles - apparently unable to be torn away from his DJ duties for long enough to record - is now replaced by Dara O'Briain.) Apart from this change of hosts, the show is chock full of nostalgia for me. I'm not surprised to still see that you can't beat a good flipper as a primary weapon.
But I digress.
This podcast (which very fittingly has been a catalyst for my creativity) talks a lot about 'activation': hitting a sort of watershed moment whereby one's ability to tap into their life's purpose and start manifesting it on a day-to-day basis becomes ingrained, and creativity blossoms. You could talk of it in terms of evolution, but to me, it is characterised more of by a rapid ascent... like taking off in a rocket. The pace of change is more exponential than linear. One thing this reminds me of (in the zeitgeist) is cryptocurrency and the rise of Bitcoin.
If you've never heard of Bitcoin, you are in the majority. For an entertaining introduction (and if you have time for a great TV series), I suggest watching Mr Robot. It won't get you to an understanding of cryptocurrency very quickly, but by the time it arises in the plot you'll be immersed in a world in which the need for another currency is a lot more obvious.
This is one strand of a thread that I've been pulling on recently in my inner space, and it has led to a confluence of ideas that I find fascinating enough to write a series of articles on.
The first will be on Bitcoin and the emerging technologies which lie behind it which are bound to one day shape our lives.
The second will be on Psilocybin mushrooms and psychedelics/plant medicines as a technology of consciousness.
The third will be about the overlaps of technological progress, creativity and our evolution of consciousness.
These are all to do with the psyche, in my eyes, so that's the section of the website where they'll be published.
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- Category: General Bloggins
Inspiration. It comes without rhyme or reason.
How long can one push themselves forwards against the improbable, the impossible? I have been inspired recently by an article from Chris Hedges that puts my own problems into perspective. I have been pushing myself up against personal barriers of depression and anxiety for what I believed to be a true and worthy cause: to make people laugh and perhaps to make them think. The people mentioned in this article have been playing for far greater stakes and with no hope of recognition and their achievements dwarf the greatest impact I could hope to make in my life.
I am privileged - being a comfortably middle class white male is one of the easier rides you can get in this crazy theme park we're all living. If only I didn't have so much to PROVE because of it. I have felt the need, the desire to be the voice of reason, but this is ultimately an appeal to my ego more than anything more meaningful or far-reaching.
We should all try to be the voice of reason as much as we can in our daily lives - in line with our intuition, in line with our empathy.
So I have put my ego in the back seat for the moment, until it learns to behave itself. The focus of this blog will now be about sharing and trying to lead by example. This means I will be sharing posts over social media, instead of hiding away for fear of judgement. I will try to develop an openness and live out my values through the avenues of expression I have available to me.
This post may be more for me than for you, I admit. An internal struggle is not compelling for others to read, but the fruits of this new mindset will hopefully be palatable for others in future.
I have despaired recently about the way humanity has been heading, and I must admit I lost hope. I looked around me at the people I was interacting with daily and felt alone in the impact I was feeling from the endless propaganda, brainwashing and manufactured consent for endless war in our names. Everywhere I looked I just saw slaves trapped by a corrupt centralised economic system that robs us daily of what little "we the people" have been allowed to keep hold of - and everywhere I saw people revelling in their own slavery. The only avenue I felt I had to speak out against it seemed to be blocked by great personal hurdles.
Letting myself find different, more grounded routes to fulfilment seems to give a greater sense of well-being. Instead of trying to go it alone I am realising how deep the current need is for us to stick together, settle our differences and make whatever token effort we can to build a future that is free of this corruption. We need to accept our faults and wear them on our sleeves, using them as fuel to collaborate and edge towards the vision of a future that the whole planet can live with, not just an elite few.Add a comment