The history presented, a narrative of Oregonian development

Just visited the Oregon Historical Society, where the disappointment turned into contempt and anger.

A state with around 200 years of history.

The first thing that I noticed is how everything was presented as a story of ‘doing’ instead of a series of histories emerging in equal importance on the narrative of what is new America.

The natives, the African Americans, the Asians presented as sharing the same space in an assumptive scenario that puts them in the otherness of America’s existence.

No narrative of their histories, just the acknowledgment they exist.

The pioneers who made this land in the forefront. The dislocations of indigenous people to securitize vast areas of land. The securitization agenda in its earliest form.

Securitise from what? This word serves the interests of those who are pursuing the agenda without equitable considerations for those marginalized in the process.

A history of half-hearted stories, incomplete narratives, equalization said but not existing in any form or story in real life.

The marketization of ideas, becoming ideas in themselves and accepted as currency fueling development, without any fundamental structure for emerging cooperation.

Forcibly changing a world that doesn’t want to change and presenting it as de facto.

I can dig a thousand words to describe the disappointment in American history. Mostly, because whoever took the lead in making this the common reality, had not thought through all they lost in the process of focusing on the small detail of the multiplicity the size of land has offered them.

Agrarian change for who, and to feed who?

The land of the amble, producing less for less.

The establishment of fake stories as a level of understanding of what might have been better imaginable.

 

 

 

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Discussing healthcare in the US through graffiti

So you know Portland is the weird and quirky side of the western coast of the US for being alternative and out there. Well, it is for American standards, but… There are some things so ingrained in the American culture that even Portland can’t shy.

I’ve been visiting the Portland State University library for a while, getting some quiet time to write for hours.

I don’t get to talk to folks when here much. A new friend who studied linguistics mentioned she was considering a PhD study on the linguistics of indoor graffiti to research the public debates drawn out on loo doors, library spaces, lecture theatre desks, cantines and classes amongst others.

Reading the voices in public yet privately defined spaces gives you an idea of what people really want to say. That is usually expressed in a doodle, a few words, at the end of an emotion or thought.

I saw this one in the quiet study area of Portland State University.

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What shook me was that I was in a relatively trendy and well off part of the world where people are seen as Liberal and progressive. Without assuming the voices on this graffiti represent all American voices, they do sum it up in a nutshell.

Bernie Sanders can shout as much as he wants about healthcare for all. Some may know what universal income is too. How does a population within an economy as such get to the point of believing free healthcare is brainwash? Is that an indication the writer thinks it’s impossible? Or is it inappropriate?

Will the benefits that we have not had the opportunity to experience never materialize? How does fit it in the big American dream?

I now understand that we can’t rely on the young to fight for things they don’t understand. But what happened to them that got them to a place of not believing in the state’s capability of delivering on its social contract. Was it the Republicans, or Democrats before them, the Tories or Blair before them or the disconnected wababee socialist Corbyn? They are all part of the same system, right? Taking their quick and short chances (cause that’s all they’ll ever get nowadays) in power trips and little business for their buddies whilst citizens lose the will to live, and are devalued for their contribution to society and beyond their filling the gaps in the pockets of those near and dear.

Yet the broken system is showing that’s all around us. Segmentations of data that forgot how they came to be.

To be called brainwashed is to have a compliment. A recognition of the presence of a brain that’s been open to dialogue and will continue to do so.

Don’t tell me who I am, tell me who I want to be.

 

Climate change and security

 

This presentation was produced by Athina Fokidou for the MSc Security class (combined) at the School of Oriental and African Studies, University of London, 2018.

The Case study is the destruction of the Dawlish seafront railway in the South West coast of the United Kingdom by climatic events and the consequent political battlefield of unmet promises.

The objective of the presentation is to raise awareness of the players in responses to climate, their intentions and unknown coercive strategies in the nexus of the state and individual contractual exchange.

 

The only brother in a gym in Peckham, London

Written by an anonymous friend, November 2018

I have lived in Peckham from 1994 and have seen various gyms pop up in the area. However, a lot of these gyms did not really fit what I wanted. Recently, I saw an advertisement for a gym of FB and it looked like it hit all the right buttons, more cardio then weights type.

I will now tell you my experience of the gym, as it was interesting to me as I don’t really train at gyms in general.

I was going shopping one morning down Peckham Rye and saw that the F45 Training gym that I saw on FB was advertising their opening, so decided to pop in. I was greeted by a female trainer that was very friendly and was looking to sign me up straight away. The sells pitch was good for a trail membership. Now the gym is purely class based (only downside), meaning you can’t show up and do your own training thing. No big deal for me as I do my own thing with my homeboy and by myself. Goal was to do 1 or 2 hard workouts a week with this gym as it was close to home (main reason for joining.) So back to sales pitch, I would say they had all the right looks to draw people in, attractive trainers, sweet looking new equipment etc.. Now the kicker was the price 189 a month.. Damn am I still in Peckham. Commercial price for commercial gym, I guess.

So knowing it might kill my pocket, I joined as close to home, my type of training and good equipment, sleds, sledge hammers etc..

So I thought the price being what it was that most of the clients would be white as most Peckham people I know ain’t paying that price (Laughing). So attending the classes I noticed firstly more woman than men (no biggy). So I have been to a few classes since joining in August, however, every time I go, I notice that I am the only brother (meaning Dark Skin Black Man) in the class. And first few times only black person period.

Noticed some sistas showing up, but still no brothers. Only brotha I saw was a trainer. So here I am in the middle of Peckham (known to be a so called Black Area) and I am the only brother a the gym, in this day and age gotta make you smile. But this fits in with the Costa and other cafe’s popping up in the area, vape shop etc.. (Gentrification). Luckily I am not bothered about being the only brotha, but now the pressures on to represent (Laughing). So at times it does feel strange, as the only brotha, but I keep my focus, as it is about the work.

Now my theory on why I am the only brotha I have seen is that most guys in general are into the weight training side of exercise more than cardio, so hence less men in general. And most Black guys I know prefer to weight train rather than cardio. So it will be interesting to see if the membership and look of the gym changes over time.

side note- On FB a Sista was looking at the advertisement and said that there were no Black People in the promotional video(interesting). I had a laugh and put in the comment section, that there are a few of us in there including myself. She replied, how come you not in the video, but there is no way I would be in the video as I am not one of there devoted members, I am in and out, so I assume the peeps in the video would be devoted members.

Until next time, Keep on Keeping.

Rowing along…

Boat races, the heads and the regattas...

Being in a boat, moving at a speed powered by your own movement and force, is a feeling unlike any other.

If you are not convinced, try hiring a boat on a lake, enjoy the sensations it brings about.

The water has calming qualities. It reflects all there is and for a rower it is the mirror of the investment made in training, on land or water. Rowing is the ultimate competition with oneself.

The Boat Races, River Thames, UK 2018
Docklands Head 2017, East London, UK

University rowing crews, whilst studying, instead of joining their peers at the pub, they opt in for the sound of the alarm at 5am, getting in their boats in all weather, come rain or freezing conditions. Or the bravery of the learners turning up at clubs across the country, strengthening mentally and physically so they can lift their boats, catch up with more experienced crews, fine-tune techniques that didn’t even know existed, and balancing this, with work and adult life commitments. Or the juniors, set up in a single scull, a fine balancing act on a tiny boat sliding away at the gentle stroke, at a rate, self maneuvering in windy, and tide against weather conditions. Or the adult master sculler, competing well past their forties, unlike competitors in any other sport.

Crews during an outing in the port of Pireaus, Athens, Greece 2017

Scullers opposite Greenwich, London 2015

Searching out for the ultimate experience visit a rowing competition near you. There are events held on the river, on the coast, at the docks, or a marina, in boats of all sizes. Note the community spirit and peer support.

I am a four year old rower. That’s a baby by competitive standards, yet having transfered from gymnastics, a new lease of sporting life has rolled out in front of me when every other athlete I know, let it be from NBA or Rugby, retired by the time they reached the third decade of their life.I am not simply sharing my insights of the rowing sport, but a small sample of experiences I gained in my infant years, shown through the photos here taken from a range of races, club houses and events.

Head of the Charles Regatta, Boston, USA 2015

Royal Henley Regatta, UK 2015
Blisters and all, being a rower means you have a home at a boat house on any corner of the earth.

I welcome you to some experiences, many call home.

Building health

Stop building hospitals. That is how you really do not help people to cure, but you reinforce their belief in illness.

People do not need someone to support their sick perception of things, someone who will perpetuate their erroneous thinking and ill thoughts.

Stop enhancing their view that the body is getting sick on its own or because of poor diet and abuse.

Stop casting responsibility for heredity, exonerating the choices of their thoughts. The only heredity is the perpetuation of a misconception, of an already ill-founded reasoning.

The body is diseased after the mind has already been ill.

Stop stroking the bodies, and start bothering the mind. If you really want to help, build mind schools and clinics. Build schools that teach you how to use this perfect tool, that every single one of us has; our mind.

And a hospital. Not for bodies, but for minds, to cure one who has a manifestation of an illness, by bringing his mind into balance, and in good thought.

We believe that because we are thinking, we know how to use our minds correctly, that we can pride ourselves on being more sophisticated than animals.

And yet, every single thought is full of deficiency, hatred, anger, guilt and judgment for others, and for ourselves.

Our thoughts are mainly catastrophic, and this slowly, or quickly manifests itself in our relationships, in our work, and of course in our own body.
Make or build something that is actually used for healing. And this can be anything to do with mind.

Take care of something that is actually in charge. Because the only thing that is truly in charge is the Mind.

Written by Gerasimos Pavlou

Tai Chi Instructor and Alternative Healing Practitioner

In Greek:

Σταματήστε να φτιάχνετε νοσοκομεία. Μ’ αυτόν τον τρόπο δεν βοηθάτε πραγματικά τους ανθρώπους να θεραπευτούν, αλλά τους ενισχύετε την πίστη τους στην αρρώστια. Οι άνθρωποι δεν χρειάζονται κάποιον που θα τους υποθάλπει την αρρωστημένη τους αντίληψη για τα πράγματα, κάποιον που θα διαιωνίζει το λάθος τους σκεπτικό και τις αρρωστημένες τους σκέψεις.

Σταματήστε να τους ενισχύετε την σκέψη τους ότι το σώμα αρρωσταίνει από μόνο του ή λόγω της κακής διατροφής και των καταχρήσεων. Σταματήστε να ρίχνετε την ευθύνη στην κληρονομικότητα, απενοχοποιώντας τις επιλογές των σκέψεών τους. Η μόνο κληρονομικότητα, είναι η διαιώνιση μιας λάθους αντίληψης, ενός ήδη αρρωστημένου σκεπτικού. Τίποτα άλλο.

Το σώμα νοσεί αφού έχει ήδη νοσήσει ο νους. Σταματήστε να χαϊδεύετε τα σώματα, και αρχίστε να ενοχλείτε τους νόες.

Αν θέλετε πραγματικά να βοηθήσετε, φτιάξτε σχολεία και θεραπευτήρια για νόες. Ένα σχολείο που να διδάσκει πώς να χρησιμοποιείς αυτό το τέλειο εργαλείο που έχει ο καθένας μας και όλοι μαζί. Το νου μας.

Και ένα θεραπευτήριο. Όχι για σώματα, για νόες. Για το πώς μπορεί κάποιος που εκδήλωσε κάποια αρρώστια, φέρνοντας τον νου του σε ισορροπία, σε ορθή σκέψη, να μπορέσει να θεραπευτεί.

Θεωρούμε ότι επειδή σκεφτόμαστε, ότι ξέρουμε να χρησιμοποιούμε ορθά τον νου μας, και υπερηφανευόμαστε ότι είμαστε πιο εξελιγμένοι από τα ζώα γιατί έχουμε μυαλό. Και κάθε μας σκέψη είναι γεμάτη ελλειμματικότητα, μίσος, θυμό, ενοχή και κρίση για τους άλλους και για τον ίδιο μας τον εαυτό. Οι σκέψεις μας είναι κυρίως καταστροφικές και αυτό αργά η γρήγορα εκδηλώνεται στις σχέσεις μας, στην δουλειά μας, και φυσικά στο ίδιο μας το σώμα.

Φτιάξτε κάτι που να χρησιμοποιείται πραγματικά για ίαση. Και αυτό δεν μπορεί παρά να είναι κάτι που να έχει να κάνει με τον νου. Ασχοληθείτε με κάτι που είναι αληθινό. Γιατί το μόνο που είναι πραγματικά αληθινό είναι ο Νους.