Bits of information in 2049

individual
INTERPERSONAL : SCIENCES

humanistic ------------------------------------------- mechanistic

SOCIOLOGY : POLITICAL

group

Who?	Kill the Moon
1 0 0 1	Dr

(other) for-getting(s)

HUMANISTIC -------------------- MECHANISTIC

INTERPERSONAL : SCIENCES

SOCIOLOGY : POLITICAL

individual

the premiers  the presidents  forgot not so much themselves, but the peoples, the respective histories  they represented and carried,  the weight of history - the threats, the acts of terror. there they were: two psyches - one hand shake.  the wait of history re-purposed, refactored, re-minded	the young girl was late for her interview, she didn't notice  the metal bench, the glass door,  she ran through them and took flight...
the marriage guidance counsellors were totally perplexed as couples seemingly ripped up their years-long, decade-long  'scripts'  there were no scraps to be waved either and pointed  @youthis! @youthat! the room for an argument disappeared. the dialogue and the future was suddenly bright a weapon of mass construction	within all governments long term planning 10, 20, 30... years took hold - the effects, no! the impacts: were local, global and glocal and this was just the beginning... tax was paid by all, whether individual or corporate entity, the only loops were off-world...

group - population

Arts: "Reflection on a sofa" Hodges' model as a 'memory palace' I

Prior to the New Dynamics in Ageing Showcase this Monday (a great event) I travelled down to London on Sunday morning. I wasn't 100% that morning, nothing specific.

I arrived at noon dropped the bags at the B&B and then took the nine stops from Kings Cross to South Kensington. A few minutes walk brought me to the Victoria and Albert Museum. I was early to collect my timed ticket for the Sky Arts Ignition: Memory Palace exhibition.

After queuing for ten minutes (we Brits eh!) at the proper sign to be told I just had to approach the entrance at the allotted time. I went to check the cafe. This was very nice, on the pricey side and rather busy. It's not easy to find a seat, do self-service and be secure. Anyway it was time for a walk, find somewhere else. Before doing so I went to shop and bought the exhibition book, not a huge tome and quite interesting.

Not far away around the corner I found the Brompton cafe. There were seats here. I ordered a cappucinno. There was a large communal table so I sat there. I was ok for about twenty minutes and then came over all hot and increasingly dizzy. I realised I had to move and quickly so took my jumper off and walked around to the right where there was a bookshop.

It was empty and there was sofa with 'LOVE' emblazoned on it - three times - if I registered this correctly. I could hear the cafe and just see one table through the passage way. At that moment I'd had enough of the individual-group axis and the humanistic-mechanistic took over as I went semi-horizontal.

After a couple of minutes I recovered myself and was able to get up - yes the gyro functions - and carry on my way. I am really grateful for that little space and rest. I was still determined to visit the exhibition and attend the showcase. This was fortunate timing with Sunday the 20th the last day of the exhibition and I wanted to keep it that way.

In the post-apocalyptic world of British author Hari Kunzru’s specially commissioned 10,000 word novella, London has been ravaged by a magnetic storm; all memory, art, writing, and recording has been banned. As one man attempts to remember, alone in his cell, the narrative unfolds.
Zoe Pilger, The Independent - Art review.

“misremembered” ambulance by London-based illustration collective Le Gun

“Once there were great palaces called Hospitals.” In contrast to a dystopian future when the NHS and indeed all medical knowledge has been erased, the idea of basic public services appears miraculous. “It was a time of great wonder,” he writes, referring to the present. This fragment of text is accompanied by a fabulous sculpture of a “misremembered” ambulance by London-based illustration collective Le Gun. A ghoulish figure brandishes a whip and pulls a cart filled with potions that promise ad-hoc, alchemical healing.
Zoe Pilger, The Independent - Art review and image

See page 18-19 of Kunzru’s book.

I started in a memory palace, a book shop. I left to visit another, carrying my own memory palace in my mind.

Hodges' model is a memory palace, vacant, awaiting occupancy by patient, client, or carer. The model acts as a great prompt past, future and the here and now.

The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared

 It all starts on the one-hundredth birthday of Allan Karlsson. Sitting quietly in his room in an old people's home, he is waiting for the party he-never-wanted-anyway to begin. The mayor is going to be there. The press is going to be there. But, as it turns out, Allan is not...Slowly but surely Allan climbs out of his bedroom window, into the flowerbed (in his slippers) and makes his getaway. And so begins his picaresque and unlikely journey involving criminals, several murders, a suitcase full of cash, and incompetent police.
 

As his escapades unfold, we learn something of Allan's earlier life in which - remarkably - he helped to make the atom bomb, became friends with American presidents, Russian tyrants, and Chinese leaders, and was a participant behind the scenes in many key events of the twentieth century. Already a huge bestseller across Europe, The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared is a fun, feel-good book for all ages.

Image: Sincerely, Anna
Text: Waterstones

Who cares about the future and the weather?

Sci-fi

Cli-fi

Care-fi ?

The Etisalat Prize for Literature
(c/o Open Book, BBC Radio 4 and The Financial Times)

Book: Thomas Keneally - The Daughters of Mars

http://www.welovethisbook.com/reviews/daughters-mars

An interesting novel in light of the military metaphor in nursing mentioned in the previous post. In February I visited Hay-on-Wye which was a great experience - book shops galore! Keneally was interviewed on Sky Arts - Hay Sessions, and by The Telegraph:

In the circumstances, he could be forgiven for turning out the odd finely wrought novella. Instead, the last six years have seen seven new Keneally books – his most recent novel weighed in at 520 pages and has a serious claim to be the best he’s ever written. The Daughters of Mars, about Australian nurses in the First World War, once again pulls off the miraculous Keneally trick of being both epic and intimate. It’s also packed with great phrase-making – an aspect of his work too often overlooked.

Hay Festival

Source: Sky Arts & The Telegraph
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/hay-festival/10078501/Hay-Festival-2013-Thomas-Keneally-discusses-his-new-novel-The-Daughters-of-Mars.html

'Lost Luggage': From the many to the one

Source: http://www.amazon.ca/Lost-Luggage-Jordi-Punti/dp/1780720440

Christof, Christophe, 

Christopher and Cristòfol 

- are four brothers – sons of the same father and four very different mothers...

One mother, an English nurse on a cross channel ferry...




The Times, Saturday Review, 25 May 2013, p.17.

Thanks Gerry for pulling some strings

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-20847151

Today it was Gerry Anderson's funeral. I am a child of that generation Thunderbirds, Joe 90, UFO - great TV.

In 2008 I found myself back in my old home town and an old friend from junior school got in touch. One of John's memories regards my dad who passed away in 2003 was the fact that when John came around in the very early 70s my dad would watch Thunderbirds with us too.

It really was family entertainment. Visionary, innovative, humane in its messages and delivery; and like the web today the stories counted. There was humour and human frailty on display too, a great primer for a future mental health nurse.

http://gerryanderson.wikia.com/wiki/Thunderbirds_Are_Go

There are favourite episodes - that featuring Fireflash, the Sidewinder, Sunprobe and Zero X from the film Thunderbirds Are Go that I saw on first release at the cinema.

I acquired a love of film soundtracks from the marriage of music and the action in Thunderbirds. Fusion existed in the 60s. Even before Star Trek arrived in the UK there was hope and optimism for the future.

Thanks Gerry!