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Lehan’s Bumper Edition – of Rainfall

17 Tuesday Jan 2012

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Of course, these days we cannot talk about rainfall without speaking of Global Warming, so I will quickly get to the point. I know nothing of global warming, I understand very little, and yet I believe that Global Warming is real. I know myself to be one of the ignorant people who simply chooses her beliefs according to the reality that she wants for the world, and so I think that my opinion should be discredited and never allowed to sway others. I am one of those people who makes Global Warming such a deeply contentious issue.

I know that it rains a lot. I think part of the reason for that is that I spent several years working in an office with no windows onto the outside world. It is a great privelege for me to now have my own window. My window comes also with a frangipani tree, and those frangipani flowers drop to the grass when the rain falls. I can also hear the rain, but I cannot be entirely sure when it ends sometimes, as it can be too light to see or hear, and I cannot tell if it is raining more than it did in the past. I just know that that doesn’t mean that it isn’t. And that my adoption of that phrase among others is what marks me as a Doctor of Philosophy and not Science.

Of course, for me it rains much more than it used to because I was in a location in which it did not rain for half of the year, preferring to snow. I was told the snow was less in quantity than the past. But I was told that by people who were recounting tales of their childhood. I think that people are not very good at keeping time, and knowing time, at recounting time.

Lehan’s Bumper Edition – of Failure

26 Monday Dec 2011

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The strange thing about failure is that you can work so hard to achieve it. I’ have painted and painted and painted, there has rarely been a time that I was not exhibiting my work, in a shop or a window. And yet I can honestly say that my career in painting has been remarkable in its lack of affect.

And then, I’ am doing it all wrong, and I know myself to be doing it all wrong. I do small paintings. I know that it is large paintings that capture people”””’s attention and I know that it is large paintings that you see in galleries and on the walls of homes. But I on’ly do small paintings. Partly I only do small paintings because I don’t know what I would do with a stack of big paintings, when they failed to sell just as my small paintings do. (Please forgive my lack of single apostrophes, this font doesn’t seem to have any) But, you know, you can’t make great big paintings without practice, and so it seems that at some point it is necessary to accumulate a stack of unsellable large paintings. That’s just the way things are.

I put my paintings in the window of the empty shop downtown and a number of people, after six months of silence, commented on them. That was good. They didn’t buy them, though. Since I have the impression that buying is the inevitable path one must take to critical success, I find that a little sad. I don’t really know what I need to do to make a change to this static situation.

I’ve put some on ebay, in my ebay store. This is because I have heard people say: you wouldn’t believe what people buy. I would like to believe what people buy, I would like them to buy my paintings. Nothing has happened yet, I suppose it may not ever happen.

Perhaps all this desire to have my paintings sell is simply good for one thing: keeping me painting. It fulfils some need for creative occupation, it satisfies my eye, it smells good, doesn’t cost so much money. So why not.

A thing that disturbs me is to look back at earlier paintings and see how much better done they are. Much more care for edging and lines and attention to (more) realistic renderings. Actually I can’t seem to be capable of going back to those paintings. Lines become faster and looser and rougher, a dog is barely a dog. Fascinating, disturbing and curious. I do love to look at my paintings, close up, at the paint textures and the pencil lines.

I saw these screens, in the discount shop. Room screens that fold into three, made of canvas. So you can paint a painting onto them. They are fantastic. But where would I put them, for years and years, until it was time to toss them into the pile for the second hand shop?  Its very wasteful to fill unnecessary space.

Here. This one is called “India”, for no reason except the page I was turning at the time.

2011 Bumper Christmas Edition – of Management Advice

24 Saturday Dec 2011

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There will be no quotes on this page. Quotes are getting out of hand. Even recipe books contain quotes these days. Unfortunately it is just the beginning; Twitter is teaching people how to believe themselves to be full of wisdom and witicism. And training them to make their output entirely of quotes. Ridding consultants and other book writers of the need to troll through actual books and pull them out.

I don’t believe that half the quotes are really by the people who they’re said to be from. If I was to make a great quote, it would die a quick death. If I were to tell you all that it was really Henry Ford, perhaps it would do a few more rounds.

I have been reading some books on management, and it seems to me that a lot of people think that to be a good manager you have to go around giving out pithy little quotes that hit the ground running like a whiff of common sense. I say that probably gets people to stay watching your you-tube clip, may well bring in a thousand people to your TedTalk signing up for your daily blog-out. But otherwise, I can’t really see that it makes you a better manager.

It does though make you more popular, and a lot of people seem to think that good management equals popularity. And these days that is often the case. More and more rules are there to rid the workplace of dissent, initiative, chaos and creativity, and the result is, predictably, that we get good safe results that everyone is happy with because they cause no extra work and result in no unknowns.

Do you really think that Henry Ford had a best friend? I do not. Nor do I think that Einstein liked cats. Not only that, but I do not care if I am wrong. Which makes me a bad manager. I do not like Twitter, either.

Vale Christopher Hitchins

19 Monday Dec 2011

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I figured that Christopher Hitchens felt a similar way about smoking and drinking that I did. That for all the threats about death and hideous illness, it wasn’t going to happen to those cool enough to stare death in the face. I figured that he was extremely embarrassed when he found out about his cancer. Here was the most embarrassing of demises for a chain-smoking boozer. And it wasn’t cool at all. So from the first announcement to the last, Christopher was stoic. I felt embarrassed for him, too.

I did find his speaking dazzling. But he annoyed me a lot. Sometimes, to be honest, I felt like answering one of his smug compact little word paintings with “nya nya nya nya nya”. He was a man who was at his best when you least knew him, I felt sorry for his family, not that he was likely to have talked to them, but who would have had to listen to his phone calls.

Still, in turning around the usual way of thinking and confounding his audience with something new, he was formidable. I hope they put a lot of cigarettes and alcohol into his coffin with him, he did good work on this earth, making people think.

Lehan’s T-shirt Extravaganza

30 Wednesday Nov 2011

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Mr Spunky Polo Size something

Is like no other love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I know that many of us are facing that peripatetic perennial question of what to buy loved ones at the yuletide time of yulishness.  The good news is that the Pig’s Arms resident T-shirt recycler and painting painter of the sharp eye and steady handliness has brought forth her bountiful talent and we are now able to avail ourselves of a Lehan Winifred Ramsay had-painted recycled T in an extensive range of colours and sizes (WYSIWYG).

Competition for these shirts will be ferocious, so you need to get in early and offer Lehan a competitive price for an original LWR T so your Christmas stocking will be well and truly stuffed.

La Femme Rouge

Spunky Sur La Plage (size - probably)

Le cherche-moi (Size quite like that but not actual)

Le Chien Jaune (Singlet for your superb)

Urban Chichi (size - doesn't matter, it's how you use it)

Dog, Doggy, Dog Mr spunky (Size - hip)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Please note that these Ts are works of art and are not guaranteed to be any kind of fast.  They should be washed only by virgins using triple-distilled oxygen.  They must be dried flat in the shade by punkah wallahs and stored respectfully. 

Newly in residence (size - Amazing)

Wall rust

Coo Coo Cachoo

A Little Bit More Like Everything Else – the Internet Brand

07 Monday Nov 2011

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I’ve seen it before, the early days of a system, when you can see the bare bones, the empty spaces, the potential. A horde of systematic thinkers move in and make order, covering the bare bones with regulations and Best Practice. Even for the people who have seen those bare bones it is difficult to remember where they were and how lovely it was to see them. Our Web has become systematized.

For a while there websites were a little mysterious. Difficult to know how to get the information from them. Difficult to know where to click. Unexpected things would happen. But then, people worked out that people just wanted information; they wanted to know how to most easily navigate the site. Designers backed out of their play and sat down to figure out the most user-friendly paths and formats. Sadly, though, that sensible rule-making phase does not end. People want to know how to make things pay. They work out ways to lead people through the information. People, who by this time have become other things like browsers, viewers, clicks, once educated in how things should be, can no longer see possibilities for how things could be.

I started using the internet about 1996. I used to make art on it. Not put art on it, make art on it. We played with HTML and fiddled with animation. Once things got past the initial black and white, there were no rules for how things should go. I should have known that we would quickly hit satiation of play-time and the rules would set in. Rules for how things should be placed, how things should be read. Rules that dictated what was good design and what was bad.

People worked out how to make things move, using code. Figured out how to put in layers. Perhaps that was the first interesting feature of this medium, that made it different from television, books. There was some very lovely work done. And, of course, people quickly came up with software and we all became animators. Very new kinds of design, quirky and energetic, using the limitations of the medium. The frame of a computer screen, the point of a mouse, the virtual space. With animation came movement. With increases in speed and power came more virtual space.

With more space came photographs, images. Home-made video. Which necessitated more space, and another industry sprang up to find ways to provide it. And another to find ways to use it. Digital cameras, digital video cameras. Design had been focused on text and hyperlinks to connect to other pages. But it moved back somewhat to let in embedded images. A sudden shift back to the media of newspapers and magazines. There is no doubt that the internet has affected the design of newspapers and magazines in positive ways. But I’m not at all sure that the effect of newspapers and magazines connecting to their online components has positively affected the design on the internet.

It’s easy to bemoan the passing of a beginning, it happens all the time. We don’t notice it much once it’s gone. I can’t help but feel, though, that we had great potential to develop new ways of thinking, by developing new ways of reading – and we gave that up for an easier read. I can’t help but feel that rather than giving different things a voice, the internet has caused different things to sound and look more and more like everything else.

You make a template, a format, a style. It makes it easy to keep order, to be a recognizable brand. Like The Drum. But every page starts to look alike. There is no recognizable difference between a story on children and a story on genetically modified wheat, except for the photograph. Which makes the photograph more important than the design in giving information. The design is now about not giving information regarding its contents. The design has now become a background feature, the design has lost its importance and its value. The design now has the same function as the design of a newspaper – simply to hold things together and keep the order the same, so that we can find things easily.

Perhaps its good to have The Drum as a recognizable Brand. But I’m curious about Brands, and the way they have become such an important feature of our information life. It seems to me that at some point in the development of the internet as an information source, that we had the chance to make it a deeply exploratory and meditative source. And instead, we took the other road, and made it a source of quick bites of information. Of which the Brand is the ultimate example. Perhaps, though, the Brand was helped along by that short time (short in the life of information) that we didn’t have space for more than a simple graphic on our web pages. It could be that the evolutionary process of the medium was its own downfall.

I am writing this because I don’t think I’m the only person who misses something that was here and then gone, the great exciting frontier of the World Wide Web. I cannot complain about the web, it has probably helped me more than any other connective device in my life. What it is now is an absolute playground of possibilities. Anything you want to do, it seems, is here or on its way. But what I do miss is the potential for more difference. That seemed to disappear into more of the same and more just like that. I wish that more people would take the time to see the rules and disregard them. But I guess it might simply be too late for that.

There is a time to be new, that time ends and something else gets to be new. In becoming a medium heavy in photographs and videos, the internet is losing the opportunity to be something else. But of course it goes the way of all commerce; the more functions the more money can be charged. That’s probably the simplest answer to why it went that way and not this. I hope that people are able to subvert it, remembering how it was before it became the luxurious RV it is now. I hope that there is still room for piracy.

Cross the Line

31 Monday Oct 2011

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A friend said to me: what kind of support is there for young people like us?
We are not young, I replied.

It is easy to fall into the mistake of assuming that change is made by other people. But really we are the ones. The ones to make something change. There are plenty of people older than us and younger than us, it is true. But we don’t know what those people are thinking. They may be thinking the same as we; that there must, or should, be some support for young people like us. Or old people like us.

There are a lot of invisible lines in the world, that we learn that we must not cross. That is often what stops us from protesting or even protecting. It is not our business. It is not our right. It is not our style. It is not our place. Even though they are invisible lines they are as clear to us as the fingers on our hands. Taking a step toward them makes them even more clear. It can be a frightening thing to do.

What you need to remember though is how they look when you have stepped over them to the other side. They look a lot more insubstantial. They look confused, disconcerted, and most of all they look unimportant. Even if you have been punished for crossing the line, the important thing is that you have done it. And you have not died or gone to hell.

Crossing the line can be very frightening. But you need to remember that only part of that menace is what you have actually done. The other part is that you have broken a taboo.
You do need to consider carefully what that taboo is before you decide to take it on. You need to consider the repercussions, the consequences, as far as you know them. You need to try to understand the reason for the taboo, from the point of view of society. And you need to understand your own beliefs. You are going to live with the decision you make.

It might be that in crossing this line, you might lose some friends. You do need to consider this. On the other hand, you might not have as much need for friends; you might find out who amongst your friends are going to stick with you.

Once you have made some investment into a life it can be difficult to take risks that might threaten that investment. So you have started in a job you want to spend a long time in, you want a better job and a better one after that. You want to have a home, you want to get a car, you want a holiday. So you will be careful. You will not speak out, you will not take action, you will not ask for more or less. That is understandable. The problem is that it becomes a habit, and from protecting your investment it can grow. And you begin to limit yourself.

You don’t think so? Find a line and cross it. Try it out. Spend some time learning where you have become overly accustomed to restraint. Take some time to notice how obedient you are. Do you have trouble with your utilities? Do you notice how averse you are to calling them? You get angry and you call the number – and the voice tells you that your call is monitored for “training purposes”. The person you are speaking to is unhelpful. But you are the one who is intimidated. Because you know that this is meant to be frustrating, and you are frustrated.

Try crossing the line. It is your training. Call up every day until you understand how to move from this situation to a better one. Cross that line. Lines don’t always have to be worse, you know.

Try another line. Take more time to get through the checkout at the airport. Linger, luxuriate. Don’t fumble; relax and meander. You obeying all the rules, named and unnamed, has made this system work. You fear the line. Not security. Your good behaviour makes for a good business model.

Sometimes we think that only unorthodox behaviour can be a protest. I don’t think that is correct though. Anyway, crossing the line doesn’t always have to be a protest. It can be a stretch. It can be a shift that gives you a little more room. It can be a life changing realization of just how passive you have become. You might not think that one small rebellion would take you so far. And you may not even want to go as far as you go. But looking back you can hardly regret the experience (the consequences, of course, are a different matter).

Go and see if you can talk to the person that you are sure you are unable to meet. The Prime Minister, and some popstar. Chances are you won’t succeed. Just try it to stretch out your intentions. See who you meet along the way. And try to get whatever message you have to move along the line. You want the world to change? Then try something and see what change is. Because it isn’t other people who change the world.

It’s you who changes the world. And you do that by making a move, and crossing a line. A line that represents something you don’t do, don’t think you can do, are told you can’t do. You cross that line by taking a chance. A chance that it will not work, not be a good thing, not help. Because you want to make a change.

A change is not always found on a line. But often is. It’s a line that is invisible but you know it’s there. That’s why you don’t cross it. To cross it, you have to make a choice, take a chance. You’ll get across it. You will. Or you won’t. Somebody else is not going to do it. That’s not how change works. Why not try yourself.

A Call to Player – Occupy Apple. You. Yes, You.

26 Wednesday Oct 2011

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Recently a movement called Occupy Wall Street has sprung up, and to the delight of many has captured the attention of the media. The media is happy to find an enclave of potential disruption; it makes it easier to get the lighting sorted and have the journalists standing by. Besides, this Occupy Wall Street enjoys the patronage of many well-to-do celebrities keen to share the spotlight. A cause and a celebrity is an attractive combination for the media.

Occupy Wall Street identifies itself as the 99 percent of the world that is asking the richest 1% – to stop being so greedy. Perhaps to give up a little of its money. Particularly the Bankers of Wall Street, those who receive huge bonuses for their financial management whether it works or not. Occupy Wall Street participants take to patches of city land and camp there. My suggestion here is that Occupy Wall Street participants could do better to find a way to Occupy Apple. And I am asking you – yes you – to do it.

I do not mean that you should take your tent and sleeping bag and move into the Apple shop. Nor that you should fill up the footpaths in front of it. I am suggesting that instead you find a way to nestle inside your Apple Products until there are enough of you, and then send a polite note to the Apple bosses that says hey, we need a little help with a small problem – do you have a minute?

Those Occupying Wall Street – what are they occupying, how are they occupying? Why do we like them so much? They are not asking for anything in particular, they say. Just for the bankers to give up some of their wealth. I like them – they have the springy innocence of Apple products. And they are not causing any trouble – it is the police that are the trouble, it is the governments that are the trouble. They don’t look at the police, don’t look at the government, just carry on being fresh and uncomplicated.

I remember when Apple had some great advertisements using their Think Different slogan, using the pictures of famous people; Gandhi, Mother Theresa. Now we could put Steve Jobs in there; he was world-changing too. I think it is highly possible that he was. Certainly there are people whose lives are better because of his work. Perhaps though he was more of a “working-class” hero; mostly helping people with good lives to live better lives. We should try to Think Different too.

Really poor people don’t usually have mp3 players. Sometimes though they do get to build them. What if you were to ask Apple to add a function to your computing devices that allowed you to meet the people who built them for you. It wouldn’t be so difficult would it? And then, like the tracking that allows you to know where your food sources grew up, you could also know who had built your devices for you, what their names were and what they looked like. That would be one way in which Apple could help.

I am wondering how it would be possible to mimic the behaviour of the Occupy Wall Street action to achieve a similar result. And I am wondering where this behaviour has come from. The first step is to set up a camp in a place that is not Wall Street, but call it Occupy Wall Street. So it is a kind of a virtual occupation. What is the precedent for this?

The second step is to not look at the Government, even though one’s actions are directed at the Government. Then, the peaceful protests change into violent resistance and the government forces are blamed for the violence. That is not so new, we would probably find that this has been tried before.

How could you replicate this in an Occupation of Apple? Perhaps all the apple owners could declare that their purpose, in stocking up on apple products, was actually just to use the product because they liked it. Then, they could reveal that actually it was something else: It was to give Apple the power and the means for implementing a peaceful revolution. And then wait. Wait for the peaceful revolution. And then, in the case that it didn’t come, that Apple didn’t come through, to drop all their products in the bin and encourage another company to fly high.

We should not be giving Apple all of our ideas for what we could do to address inequality in the world. Because that’s what Apple does, that’s what it trades in; ideas. Ideas, brought to life and clothed in the best design there is. If there is an idea out there worth pursuing, Apple will find it for us. And if Apple finds that idea, we can rest assured that Apple will also find a way to make it pay for itself. And we will have a profitable solution to the world’s greatest problem. That’s not something that Wall Street can lay claim to. They didn’t make a profit out of the Global Financial Crisis, did they? Occupy Apple. Because it’s a sure thing.

Question. Question yourself and what your stake in this is. To question your involvement in Apple and to question your own values and your own place in the world and in the problem. We know that Occupying Wall Street places our governments in the firing line, between us and the big corporations. And we know that looking at causes in far off places can take away from our sense of responsibility for what happens here and now; problems connected to us. You may have figured out how to occupy Apple. If you are not sure about what your question to Apple is going to be – for you are likely only to have one chance, one question – take some time to consider it now. Once you get in there, we’ll be counting on you to ask it.

Make a Little Nest in Apple

22 Saturday Oct 2011

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I disagree with Occupy Wall Street. It’s irrelevant to talk about the greed of big bankers and corporations. They’re not the only ones who have tipped our world into it’s looming environmental disaster. They are just part of a system of making and selling and buying and throwing away.

I want to propose that we occupy Apple. Especially, those of us who have apple ipods and imacs and iphones. Those of us who have bought into a name and a convenience. I want to suggest that we now turn to Apple and ask it to change. Even whilst feeling the pain of losing Steve Jobs, I want us to ask it to change.

I want us to Occupy Apple. Not by actually going to the Apple Shop and putting up a tent there. But by figuring out a way that we can get the attention of Apple, to ask it to turn its attention, even if for a moment, to our dilemma.

Our dilemma is this. We love our lifestyle. We want it to just keep on getting better and better. We don’t want to give up our conveniences or our tools of work and leisure. But many many more people in the world are wanting a life just like ours. We know that the biggest problem of our life is that it is not sustainable, and that such an increase in people living like us would be catastrophic. But we love it too deeply to change it.

We love Steve Jobs. Because he looks so loveable and he gave us these lovely things, he changed our lives, he made things for us! Not the kind of luxury devices for the wealthy; like sports cars and one-off designer handbags. He made extraordinary devices that we could afford to have. And that changed our lives. Not just by connecting us up in a way that made our world feel like it was the only world, but by bringing well-designed objects into our lives and getting us accustomed to paying more to look better. We love him because he is our style guru, and only a few of his words – think different – when clicked on, bring up a whole manual of style. Life style.

So I want to suggest that we Occupy Apple. That we do it in a loving and sweet way. That we do it in the most endearingly cute and innovative way, in such a way that the person whose idea it is is swept up by the Apple Company. That we who have apple products, and we who simply learned to live with more style but kept our computer know-how and made our own computing products all find a way to make a little nest in Apple and all perch in there together. And once we’re in, we say “Apple, we need your help”.

And the help we need is a bit different from stopping all those Wall Street dudes from getting their big bonuses. The help we need is for us. We need help. We need help to understand that this problem is ours, and understand that no big deals and no big technological breakthroughs and no big laws are going to solve the problem of entire populations living the good life, and other entire populations just wanting to do the same.
I don’t really see that it’s depressing. I think it’s only depressing if you try not to think about it. Once you do think about it, it’s more of an interesting dilemma. I can’t really see how we can resolve it, and my feeling is that we are not going to. That we are more likely to just keep finding ways to do big things in order to avoid looking at the fact that we, that each of us, is the problem.

But I am not overly concerned about this. I think we just need to go to Apple, get inside it somehow, and communicate with it. Apple, we need help. Apple, we have a problem. It might be that Apple is planning a way that we no longer need our computers and our hand held devices. That could be the future. Anyway, if we ask it, perhaps Apple will make that the future and simply work toward it. We really have no idea what Apple wants, what Apple plans for the future. All we know is that when we hold something Apple in our hands, and it is working okay, the battery is full, the operating system, the software, the data, all there, then we feel happy.

I want us to ask Apple for help. I want us to find a way to Occupy Apple, and then find a way to get its attention, and from there, for us to ask Apple for help. Most of us don’t have accounts with those corporations on Wall Street. We don’t have shares, we don’t have funds. We are not Stakeholders. But in Apple we do have a stake. We not only buy from Apple. We like Apple. We trust Apple. And we admire Apple. And so it seems to me the most reasonable action to take, to go to Apple, to Occupy Apple, and to ask Apple for help.
I cannot see how we can solve the problem of our consumption of resources, and how our consumption is depleting the earth. I can, though, see with my own eyes how the depletion of the earth is creating problems. Problems of pollution, and problems of growing piles of garbage, and problems of the seas getting dirty and animals and fish dying. I can see that more people get skin cancers. I can see that in my lifetime winters have gotten warmer and summers are very hot. I have seen countries twice and noticed that the second time they had more shops and cars. I could see that their buildings got sewerage systems, and then nobody noticed the sewerage any more. And I think that might be a problem.

I remember I lived in a coastal town, and in the summer my friends used to go to the cliffs and jump off. They laughed at the locals for not swimming in the sea. The locals laughed at them for not knowing that that’s where their sewerage went. I know that Apple is not in the sewerage business. Anyway, perhaps people have to solve their own sewerage problems. I know that this country has sewerage problems.

Occupying Wall Street is a nice idea. Especially with summer coming, it’s a brilliant opportunity to enjoy a bit of camping in a prime location. But I think it isn’t making us look at the painful truths. Like: our love of what is killing us. So it is my suggestion that some smart young person find a way for us to Occupy Apple.