Recently I applied to get on a committee. A frightening experience indeed. I’m motivated to get amongst this world of Governance.
Anyhow, I think I let my confidence get in my way somewhat.
I had to do a presentation and some collaboration workshops. My presentation I began working on weeks in advance. I had a good story to tell. But was it enough? No I thought . I added more to the story but it was other things…distractions.
Then as there was so many applicants . Our presentations were cut from 5 to 3 minutes. I culled my presentation …well that’s a strong word. I kept on reading and deciding that deserves to stay…oh yeah that also. I forgot the rule
Introduction to me an the idea
Middle – flesh out the idea
End supporting the idea
All else I should have tossed. Then during the actual event I tried to cull it on the fly. I felt I hadn’t even begun.
Only get one chance at it really.
But I had all the time and more to get ready for that one chance.
I was in the middle of a conversation the other day with a colleague. I was trying to tell a story about getting on a water management committee.
It seemed like a millisecond but I began to reflect back when my colleague asked me. “You’ve always cared yes?”
But no I haven’t . In my last years at high school and the early years after leaving school. I wanted to toss in the towel and not be involved in this all consuming society that had polluted the world. This problem and had been illustrated in multiple ways during the school curriculum. To me the world was an ugly beast.
I did not want any part of it.
It’s not my fault.
And so began a lifestyle of well justified escapism and hedonistic behaviour.
My ambitions were to get a TEP scheme job that would see me employed for 6 months and then I could afford my hippy lifestyle of total abandon.
Or I was marking time until I turned 21. I could then apply to go to Art School and get into music and art big time.
In 1980 I took a trip to Dunedin to check out the scene.
That was a week of pure fun. Living life to the fullest on the fringes of reality. My survey was complete. No need to check out other options. Dunedin it was to be.
Between 1980 and 1983 were turbulent but. It seemed I had set up a plan. I only needed now to just have a fun and wait. Not a care in the world. A blur of living. Working partying and concerts, festivals hanging out.
I’m still in this reflecting millisecond and I notice something. In all my rejection of society and of it all, I seemed to care about me and my future. I had not tossed in the towel.
During my art school days I seemed to care more and more.
1984 I made an Arts School Magazine , got on to Student Council, took part in an Art festival had my first solo exhibition of a collection of ladders constructed from Manuka branches . I was looking at the battle between nature and our machines.
1986 was a founding member of Chippendale House an arts collective. Some great events during that period
Got involved in making music …became a drummer accidentally.
During this period I stil rejected society in general and thought I was not part of it and this was a new way.
A few events in 1986 led me to a big discovery. I could not reject it , I was not living outside of it. I was a part of it and also I did care very much.
It was a turning point. I think it was this period that I felt I wanted to get amongst it to become part of changing it from within.
Most importantly I did care and had for some time.
The goal of this new editor is to make adding rich content to WordPress simple and enjoyable. This whole post is composed of pieces of content—somewhat similar to LEGO bricks—that you can move around and interact with. Move your cursor around and you’ll notice the different blocks light up with outlines and arrows. Press the arrows to reposition blocks quickly, without fearing about losing things in the process of copying and pasting.
What you are reading now is a text block the most basic block of all. The text block has its own controls to be moved freely around the post…
… like this one, which is right aligned.
Headings are separate blocks as well, which helps with the outline and organisation of your content.
A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
Handling images and media with the utmost care is a primary focus of the new editor. Hopefully, you’ll find aspects of adding captions or going full-width with your pictures much easier and robust than before.
Try selecting and removing or editing the caption, now you don’t have to be careful about selecting the image or other text by mistake and ruining the presentation.
The Inserter Tool
Imagine everything that WordPress can do is available to you quickly and in the same place on the interface. No need to figure out HTML tags, classes, or remember complicated shortcode syntax. That’s the spirit behind the inserter—the (+) button you’ll see around the editor—which allows you to browse all available content blocks and add them into your post. Plugins and themes are able to register their own, opening up all sort of possibilities for rich editing and publishing.
Go give it a try, you may discover things WordPress can already add into your posts that you didn’t know about. Here’s a short list of what you can currently find there:
Text & Headings
Images & Videos
Embeds, like YouTube, Tweets, or other WordPress posts.
Layout blocks, like Buttons, Hero Images, Separators, etc.
And Lists like this one of course 🙂
A huge benefit of blocks is that you can edit them in place and manipulate your content directly. Instead of having fields for editing things like the source of a quote, or the text of a button, you can directly change the content. Try editing the following quote:
The editor will endeavour to create a new page and post building experience that makes writing rich posts effortless, and has “blocks” to make it easy what today might take shortcodes, custom HTML, or “mystery meat” embed discovery.
Matt Mullenweg, 2017
The information corresponding to the source of the quote is a separate text field, similar to captions under images, so the structure of the quote is protected even if you select, modify, or remove the source. It’s always easy to add it back.
Blocks can be anything you need. For instance, you may want to add a subdued quote as part of the composition of your text, or you may prefer to display a giant stylised one. All of these options are available in the inserter.
You can change the amount of columns in your galleries by dragging a slider in the block inspector in the sidebar.
If you combine the new wide and full-wide alignments with galleries, you can create a very media rich layout, very quickly:
Sure, the full-wide image can be pretty big. But sometimes the image is worth it.
The above is a gallery with just two images. It’s an easier way to create visually appealing layouts, without having to deal with floats. You can also easily convert the gallery back to individual images again, by using the block switcher.
Any block can opt into these alignments. The embed block has them also, and is responsive out of the box:
You can build any block you like, static or dynamic, decorative or plain. Here’s a pullquote block:
If you want to learn more about how to build additional blocks, or if you are interested in helping with the project, head over to the GitHub repository.
The other night for me was a very restless night. An old friend has taken his own life and a TV announcer also. I was talking with a family friend also. They’re in the midst of dealing with mental health issues. All the familiar sounding emotional blackmails, treading on fragile glass, doing things to not upset so and so. A whole lot of going round and round in this turmoil.
I was remembering all these familiar things. How people don’t talk and keep things in. So many aspects.
“the system has failed them”
Yeah and I’m still angry.
What can we do. Can we stop altering our lives and talk direct , address , confront , stop this emotional blackmail. No I don’t want to change my behaviour any more. I want to say. No that’s not right you can’t blackmail me anymore.
All I can say is wow. The customer has protested me thinks and has affected the system yet again. This time in a reaction to all the streaming or the stealing or CD’s too easy to copy. Vinyl is making a comeback. I’m resisting still I don’t want to change the record turn it over. My days of pondering the record cover is gone. I can get all the info I need online.
No I don’t want to recreate the collection . When I buy can I please have the option to buy FLAC files. Can this be another channel to release the music to me.
I have never liked MP3 streaming and the Spotify world of streaming. I have found a haven in radioparadise.com . Pay for listening by donation . I love it . Lossless files streamed to me and I never know what’s next . Like Radio used to do I hear something I like I go find it.
So from a wee tiny voice let me buy FLAC files if CD’s are dead let me have the choice. I am so loathed to collect large records again.
Does one have privacy any more. I was listening to the radio this week. This chap had submitted something to the local council. His information is available to be seen on the local council website. He was trolled and threatened.
A legal perspective was given and transparency was metioned. In the old days one could look up information by going to the council. However the internet of things has made this transparency far too open. The poor chap is now trying to figure out ways to hide his details or give false details to protect himself from this trolling.
I think that his details should be gathered but protected to a degree.
These days we give our details to the internet of things so easily and the cost to ourselves is mis understood.
I enjoy very much the way that Google helps me organise my photos. I like my Timeline and that I can see how much cycling and walking I have done. I like how it helps tag my photos with geo location.
I know I am being watched.
I know that they get to know me more and can glean from my movements through my devices. I know this and feel OK with it.
Imagine I am accused of being somewhere as part of a crime .
This information may be well challenged by my timeline alibi. All my devices may bear witness to where I am and have been. I am almost comforted by this.
Facebook I have felt that all data I through or post in Facebook, to me, is throw away data. But again the trade off is not so compelling. It seems that Facebook is seriously monetising it’s extremely intimate knowledge of us. I’m annoyed by the targeted frivolity and targeted ads that seem to come into my feed.
But this is not my feed this is all Facebook’s feed and I have opted in.
I am telling facebook where I am, what I am doing. Also I keep tabs also on relatives and friends in a way that I could never before.
So maybe I should opt out?
Perhaps I should get more privacy by writing letters and making phone calls to keep in touch. I may indeed get a richer experience. I used to enjoy sending and receiving mail in the post and making phone calls home.
At present I am lazy and stupid and seem to be happy to trade my privacy and value it so little . In return I get my photos sorted , my interests and content thrown at me .
SO I shouldn’t blame Facebook or Google I have devalued myself , willingly.
If I want privacy I can opt out .
I must write a letter this weekend and send it via post.
PS – I was listening to RNZ today and a talk about Blockchain.
A house renovation that gave new meaning to love thy Neighbour The poodle walker.
Week 1 – Demolition. the driveway and garage have gone
Week 2 a call from the builder – Troy. “Don the Council are on site and the police are on their way”
I arrive.. there’s a massive trailer almost blocking the street, packed with dirt and building material.
I park up, as I’m walking to the site.. A neighbour
Walks by with his poodle. We have never met. I say “good morning” with pride cos
I’m the guy building this beautiful home.
“when are you getting rid of the fucking asbestos.” Was his reply.
Troy greets me.
“There’s been a complaint. The council has an asbestos inspection going on now.
All work stops” . “And the cop?” I’m not sure but its regarding the asbestos. Will let you know.
“All’s good Don” Troy assures me. “There was no sign of asbestos when I priced the job” . “the Architect had checked also.”
Have to wait for a few days for the results .
I leave thinking about the enormous trailer and the poodle walker.
Week 3. Another early call from Troy.
“ get down here your neighbour is going ballistic.”
Works halted… “can’t you sort it.? “
“No you better…”
That big trailer has gone …a digger Is excavating in the front where the new garage is going.. “we’re excavating right on the neighbours boundary.”
Troy ..tells me . But there’s more. Each morning the corner pegs had been removed. Start again each day for 3 or 4 days.
Some one is pissed. I’m about to meet Neil and Denise.
As Troy and I approach the boundary . I say with pride cos I’m the guy
Building this beautiful house. “Good morning” . Then Denise retorts.
Oh you’re a fucking vhhhjjh , expletives , bully fuck.
Flowers you c word …my ffff bulbs ….I breathe in …[Those teeth.
It’s like American gothic zombie Apocalypse]. “ you fucking arrogant”””
She goes on …[How does she chew I’m thinking, with those teeth.?]
I’m wiping the spit off my face.
Translation. “ My garden of bulbs and flowers Is gonna be wrecked by your building.
“let me say first of all. We’re gonna be neighbours for 30 yrs more or less.
“Let’s find a way forward. Or its gonna be a long 30 years for us all”
I go and huddle with Troy and clean up my face.
Troy’s got an idea. Let’s scoop up the garden keeping it whole with our digger.
And put it your front yard then return it with new top soil as a living garden when we finish the build
She wants this in writing by 7:30 am the next day.
I’m there at 7:25 am to give it in writing. “Good morning”
Those teeth are more calm .. “you’ll be hearing from my ffn lawyer. “ snatching the letter
11:30 ring from Neil she wants you to put
10k into an escew account. I say no. My offer is the best I can offer.
I go tell Troy the good news and he has some for me
The Demo guy was working odd hours.
At 3 to 5 am. The trailer had asbestos from other jobs. The cops had
Complaints on him. He moved his trailer to an access way behind the
Local shops and pissed off more of the neighbourhood
We wrote a letter to each household in our street,apologising and inviting all to the house warming. One should love thy neigbour.
I used to run a Stained-Glass Business in Dunedin, for 11 years.
I attended the home show each year, and I got most of my work from the show.
I’m just going to run through the process of one of those jobs.
Design starts with a brief
Location Gillion and Sons, a new Funeral chapel.
Part of the gathering space once inside.
A 6-meter blank wall. Fill in the blank
I ask for more hints. “No, I don’t want to influence you in any way.”
What a challenge? OMG I’m out of my depth here. I can’t do this. This is serious.
The “guy” looked like Colonel Sanders
This is going to be a lightbox not a window. There was a lot of rimu timber in the place in all the trim the ceiling.
This was a tidy place, not ostentatious. Not trying to be anything else but comforting.
Death is here. What kind of thing is appropriate?
Images start flashing …a scene a lake. No someone may have drowned. Nature …seemed to dominate my thoughts. No matter the scene, I thought oh that’s going to remind them of.
Well guess what …they are thinking of the deceased person that’s why they are here so stop thinking about it.
Put the Constraints and context run it through the brain again.
I thought 6 meters in length. Five panels in a frame on a wall. Don’t want to see the lights. But how can you change the batons. A wooden box with rimu framing around the panels removable to allow access. A diffusion layer to diffuse the light. Ventilation even fluros get hot. Need a tidy carpenter. This gave me something to work with.
I have a canvas
I sat down and drew these 5 panels. 1 tenth scale. I got a ruler and randomly scribed lines on angles going horizontally and then some vertical lines on some angles. I then rubbed some out and then started making shapes between and through the panels. I drew some curves and some shapes that begun to look like buildings, hills and landscapes. What seemed to evolve was a kind of evocation of the place of Dunedin.
This design came out of the profound affection I had for Dunedin. It truly was a great place. When I arrived for the first time by train the vista was astounding. The place was full of people that were friendly and genuine. I was a stranger that had been welcomed by so many. I majored in kinetic sound sculpture. I was able to start a business. I was a founding member of an arts collective. I was singing in bands. I have a connection to this place.
Customer very little brief, a space with its limitations and rules, consideration to the place the purpose. All affect the design.
I apply this kind of methodology to all that I do.
I still get a sense of being part of the place. Part of me that is part of there.