Thursday, 27 January 2011

There is no escape

This week I have translocated to my parents house on the wonderful Wirral peninsula, as my father is going for quite a serious operation. Still doing the same shit, just on a different computer. I met up with my brother last night to watch a Liverpool game in the local pub (we won, two games in a row now, what a roll). It was a dangerous decision and following what turned into an all-night drinking sesh I am currently swimming in my first hangover for over 3 months. Didn't even do any yoga today. And I've been feeling very hungry. On tuesday night I had a dream about eating prawns, so I cooked a prawn stir-fry last night and polished off the crustaceans today. I don't know if the dream was a direct communication from my body i.e. that I'm missing something in my veggie diet , or whether there is a deeper meaning. What could prawns mean? According to http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary, to eat prawns in your dream suggests that you are feeling overpowered and insignificant. You feel like you want to hide from the world and be left alone for awhile.

Hmm, very deep.

Well, here's a picture of my mums dog, Tinker, playing with a burst football on New Brighton beach. It was bloody freezing, and we were out for two hours, the only way I could take my mind off my painfully cold hands was to take pictures. I must have taken about twenty of just sand.

Thursday, 20 January 2011

Uni dream and twisting trouble

I haven't done much external travel recently, so I thought I'd write something about the internal.

I'm still searching for a job, and I've been thinking about going back to school to retrain (don't know what yet). Last night I dreamt that I was wandering around a university building, lost, being ignored by all the chatting young students while I bumbled in and out of darkened rooms. One room had various people standing as if at stations during an exam or workshop, some were in business suits, others looked like drug addicts, in scruffy clothes, shaking. Another room had a bar, where I didn't get a drink but left after a naked old man started dancing next to me. After this the dream changed, and I'm flying around this tower thing which has a platforms seemingly representing musical notes, a geometric guitar tune was playing.

This morning I did some yoga, ashtanga primary series, I went quite fast and felt energetic on the arm-working poses, but the twists (Marichyasana C+D) were bad, I could hardly turn around on the left side. About a month ago I was grabbing my wrist behind my back, interesting how that twist comes and goes even though I'm practicing quite consistently. Maybe I've put on some weight now I have access to food all day. The phrase, "you've got to get out more" is very applicable here.

Thursday, 13 January 2011

Klein vs Hayek

Firstly, I'd like to say that I don't know a darn thing about economics. I'm sharing a house with someone who owns a lot of books, and I happened to pick up one on the way to the toilet: "Road to Serfdom", by F.A. Hayek. The premise of the book, written during WWII, is that socialism and socialist policies must inevitably lead to totalitarianism. He does briefly mention that a society with a free economy must have some controls e.g. to prevent monopoly, to ensure some sort of welfare exists for periods of unemployment. It was an interesting book, I'd never really seen the link between socialism, a planned economy, and totalitarianism before. In my student days I lived with a person, lets call him Jim Carm, who wanted to be a civil servant, supported the idea of the EU having more power over the UK, and whose favourite past-time was writing the housework rota. So it all makes sense now, I knew he was a fascist... he also joked that he had the same intitials as Jesus Christ, so watch out, this guy could be the next Adolf.

After I finished Hayek, I picked up Naomi Kleins' book, "The Shock Doctrine". I haven't made much progress yet, but the central theory is that the modern capitalist model is to wait for a disaster, or even engineer a war of some sort, in order to impose free-market policies on the "stunned" civilians, such as privately-run schools in New Orleans, and forcing Latin American countries to take loans from Western countries. Or in the UK, when Thatcher used the Falklands war as a distraction to destroy the trade unions and sell off the public services. The upshot of it all is that a totally free economy requires a totalitarian government to impose it, in the same way as a pure socialist one. At the very least, it is interesting to read two books written 70 years or so apart, with related subjects and such contrasting angles.

So my question is, where are we headed in the UK? I could quite easily imagine the country now with the government simply providing the army and police, with everything else being left to private enterprise. Actually, maybe even the military and police are not safe - as in the film Robocop. I suppose its all about the balance, an oscillation in the tendencies of government between socialist and capitalist policies; a socialist government sets up a welfare system and a national health service, makes the people happy for a while until the govenment spending gets out of hand, and is then replaced by a neo-conservative government which sets out to privatise everything, looking out for the rich, and is eventually outed by the proles. And so on, each set of people mutating from pigs into humans.

On a lighter note, I saw a rather cheap-looking TV advert last night for an online money comparing company. It featured John Prescot, ex-deputy prime minister of the UK and famous for punching out a protester who threw an egg at him, in a garage practicing on a punchbag. A man in a suit enters and berates Prescot over his ownership of two cars. While this was amusing enough (can you imagine Colin Powell in the same situation?), my girlfriend asked me "What is that guy off Coronation Street doing on this advert?". It was up there with Iggy Pop selling car insurance and Johnny Rotten selling butter. I'm just waiting for a CGI Kurt Cobain advertising mens skin rehydration products.

In other news, I've had several dreams related to Buddhism over the last few nights: The Dalai Lama, Buddhist monks, people saying hello in Tibetan to me. Weirdly enough, a man with a totally bald head and wearing robes which looked rather like those of a Tibetan monk walked past me outside the Asda in Stockport town centre, not something I would usually see (or perhaps, notice) in the north of England. It feels like my mind is trying to remind me of something. Maybe there is a third way of government in there somewhere.

Thursday, 6 January 2011

The joys of job hunting

Third week back in the UK. Now the festive (fetid?) madness has dissolved I have no excuse in not looking for work. At the moment life is ok. I am staying at a friends house, a bit overcrowded but otherwise everything is fine. Living in Stockport now, a new area to support. Still travelling! I have now managed to live at just about every possible point along the river Mersey - from Wallasey and Liverpool, Runcorn, Widnes, Warrington, Didsbury and now at the source.

Daily routine consists of getting up when my girlfriend goes to work (about 6.30AM), doing some meditation and then yoga. Breakfast while checking emails and then job searching, CV and application writing all morning. In the afternoon I've been doing pilates and trying to learn Italian (for my next trip - heheh) and then cooking up something for when my other half gets home. Ah, domestic bliss.

Today I have the joys of the jobcentre - I've had one paranoid call of them already this morning. Apparently I was supposed to put down on their form that I had spent a year abroad - although I considered it a holiday, they don't. Also they seem suspicious that I am staying with friends, as if we are all married or something. (Is marriage just a way for the state to package people off into units of dependency?)

So to summarise: Gissa job!

Thursday, 9 December 2010

Rishikesh

Woke up this morning, came out of my room and was face to face with a large monkey who was going through the bin. This seems quite normal now. I'm staying in an ashram, its a bit like a cross between a prison compound and a cheap guesthouse. There are a lot of other travellers staying there so the main thing is I'm able to meet a lot of new people, which was a problem in some other places as the standard guesthouses (basic hotels) can be quite antisocial in design.

Current location is Rishikesh in the north of India. Very scenic, the ganges flowing past, blokes dressed up in orange robes (most pretending to be holy men on the run from the law), monkeys and cows everywhere. I've been doing a lot of yoga, there's not a great deal else here but I've found a good ashtanga teacher (Kamal, teaches at Tatvaa yoga by ram jhula). I'm happy. Had a wash in the river today after class then had a huge bowl of fruit and muesli for 75 rupees (just over a pound). Shame I have to leave tomorrow, it would have been great to have another month.

My three months in India have flown by. No wonder they give out 6-month visas. And I've hardly spent anything. The next week has a lot of travelling for me, first to Haridwar tomorrow, then Delhi and on to Mumbai (a long train journey, I managed to get the last seat booking a month in advance) and finally flying back to snowy old blighty. Can't complain though, I haven't had to get up for work for over a year (apart from a few weeks in Christchurch).

om shanti shanti!

Friday, 19 November 2010

Tibetan food

Hello. I was going to write loads about Mccleod Ganj but I've ended up reading about Buddhism for nearly an hour. So I'll just write a little about the Tibetan food that you can get here.

The most popular dish is momos, which are like Chinese dumplings. They are usually steamed, sometimes fried, and can be found with both veg and non-veg fillings. The veg is usually potato, tofu, mushroom or cheese. I had a soup before which was ok, but I think they are best eaten fresh. Many Tibetan ladies sell them one the street here, four for 10 rupees with a little chilli sauce on the side (71 rupees = 1 pound).

The other dishes are largely noodle soups or stir-fried noodles (chow mein). There's chitse (flat noodles), gyathuk (the usual thin noodles), and thenthuk (my favourite, fat square noodles). The broth is usually very tasty, with some veg like spinach and carrot and some times with optional egg or tofu. Its great being able to try all this food, as its predominantly vegetarian, unlike in Vietnam and other Asian countries where I usually spent hours walking around trying to find somewhere that did veggie stuff other than fried rice.

One thing I haven't had yet is tsampa, which I thought was a very popular Tibetan food (roasted barley used to make porridge or eaten in various other ways), maybe they don't think the Westerners would like it!

Rob

Saturday, 13 November 2010

Vipassana

Today I'm in McCleod Ganj, in the north of India. I've just finished a rather intense meditation course, 10 days of no talking, no eye contact and 10 hours of meditation and instruction in the Vipassana style. It has had a very strong effect on me and now I'm back in the "real" world I'm trying to keep up the daily meditations and general attitude of being aware and equanimous.

I've been here nearly a month and I still don't want to go, definitely the best place I've visited so far in India.

Any other pertinent information? I haven't drank alcohol now for over a month which is the longest period of abstentation since I finished uni (ten years ago now). I haven't missed it at all, India is a great place to be teetotal (well, apart from Goa). I also quit the smokes when I arrived in this town, again, I haven't missed them, in fact its great to be without that constant feeling of self-disgust. I've been travelling now for nearly a year but it seems like just in the last few weeks I'm being transformed, hopefully into a better person.

Don't worry though, I'm not going to come back wearing all-white robes and calling myself the Enlightened One.

Remember, there is no spoon.