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Losing Its Reputation

“Denmark is losing its reputation for being a good world citizen.” – Naomi Klein

Danish police arrest 150 demonstrators as world leaders arrive at Copenhagen conference. Mainstream groups such as Friends of the Earth have been barred from the conference centre (“Every delegate from the international environmental campaign group arrived at the centre this morning to find their badges were no longer valid.”). This follows the highly controversial preventive arrests by Danish police earlier this week, the arrest of a German spokesman for Climate Justice action, police raids on climate campaigners and, lest we forget, a warm welcome for President Mugabe by Danish PM Lars Løkke Rasmussen.

“The Copenhagen conference is fast becoming an international shambles.” – Andy Atkins

For me, I welcomed the incredulity on the BBC news readers’ faces as they interviewed a spokesperson, Henrik Suhr,  for the Danish police force, the use of “preventive arrests” and Mr Suhr’s insistence that “if you do not want to be arrested, you should not be demonstrating” (let me draw your attention to the UN’s own Universal Declaration of Rights and, in particular, Articles 19 and 20). The BBC journalists’ reaction were very different to the type of journalism I had grown used to in Denmark in the last decade or so.

And as I’m typing this, a climate deal seems increasingly unlikely.

Twenty Years Ago Today

Twenty years ago today my mother woke me up early. She was crying. Last time she woke me up crying, Olof Palme had just been assassinated. This time, though, my mother’s tears were not angry, horrified and sad tears. She was crying with joy. The Berlin Wall had fallen.

I went to school that day. My teachers cancelled all our scheduled classes and were bust talking amongst themselves. My German teacher – the great-grandson of Paul Gauguin, by the way – sat us down to watch news reports coming in from West Germany. I still recall another teacher crying in the school yard. She was part-German. Today I suspect her German family might have fled here from the East as they never visited any of their relatives until the early 1990s.

Today it is difficult to explain what life were like before the end of the Cold War. I lived in Denmark, a small country just north of both East and West Germany. Occasionally you’d hear stories about people escaping from East Germany across the southernmost Baltic Sea to southern Denmark. Occasionally you’d also hear about people travelling the opposite direction. Swedes were paranoid about Soviet submarines and Danes were paranoid about East German spies within Danish political ranks. I was just a child when it all changed but I could definitely tell something had changed. At school they stopped teaching us how to react in event of a nuclear war, for instance.

Twenty years ago today.

And They Lived Happily Ever After

oct 09 115 .. and they lived happily ever after – they being the knitter and her own Liesl.

I frogged a scarf I knitted last year but only wore twice and miraculously I got an entire top out of my three re-purposed skeins of Noro Iro. Liesl is a magical pattern, I think.

Right now I’m really using knitting as means of escape from a very, very busy life. I cannot write about the things that are happening as I have vowed to keep certain aspects of my life separate from this blog, but I am currently facing a workload which is causing me to a) freak out slightly, b) stress and worry a lot and c) have brain-freezes. I wish I could pick up a book and escape, but my head is not in that sort of space at the moment.

So I knit. I knit a lot.

Earlier this year I was told to relax by watching trashy TV and reading crap books. I’ve finally taken those words on board and so I’m watching a lot more TV – whilst knitting, of course – than I usually do. This has lead me to conclude that FlashForward is very bad; that True Blood is very interesting; that Merlin is very silly, has pretty art direction and occasionally sports hidden depths; and that I have very little patience for reality TV (bar BBC’s MasterChef which Other Half watches religiously).

In other news, the most despicable “newspaper” in the UK – the Daily Mail which does not deserve a link – has published a poisonous article on the death of boyband singer Stephen Gately of Boyzone (BBC link). I read the homophobic article itself earlier today before the Daily Mail found it necessary to edit it. In the words of the Guardian’s Charlie Brooker (and his entire column is magnificent):

The funeral of Stephen Gately has not yet taken place. The man hasn’t been buried yet. Nevertheless, Jan Moir of the Daily Mail has already managed to dance on his grave. For money.

It has been 20 minutes since I’ve read her now-notorious column, and I’m still struggling to absorb the sheer scope of its hateful idiocy. It’s like gazing through a horrid little window into an awesome universe of pure blockheaded spite. Spiralling galaxies of ignorance roll majestically against a backdrop of what looks like dark prejudice, dotted hither and thither with winking stars of snide innuendo.

I hope Gately’s husband and family sues the hell of Daily Mail. And I hope that other advertisers follow Marks & Spencer’s example and withdraw their advertising money from the Mail. It is not the first time the Daily Mail angers me (in fact, you could set your clock by how often I feel personally insulted) but this is truly gobsmacking vicious.

Ah, a blog entry which is all over the place. And all I meant to say was that I really do love my new top and that I’m knitting a lot at the moment. The fact that this turned into a bit of a rant should give you a clue as to how stressed I am.

Pax.

The Best Little Country in the World?

What happened to churches as places of sanctuary, Denmark? Was it really necessary to get combat-clad police to raid a church at 2am in the morning? Are leading politicians serious when they say “it was a lot more gentle to do the raid at night; imagine what a scene it would’ve caused by day” because being dragged from your bed at night by SWAT teams attacking you with batons does not strike me as being particularly gentle.

I’m disgusted, I’m angry and I’m deeply, deeply ashamed of being Danish. Yet again.

PS. I’m also very interested in learning where these people will end up as it has been made abundantly clear by the Iraqi government that they will not be admitting the refugees. For shame, Denmark, for shame.

Not Quoting Sixth Sense, Not Quoting Sixth Sense

Dead Ronald Reagan appears to wife, Nancy:

She told Vanity Fair magazine: “At night time, if I wake up, I think Ronnie is there, and I start to talk to him… And I see him.”

(..)

And she mentioned that the present First Lady, Michelle Obama, called for advice on running the White House.

Mrs Reagan’s suggestion was to hold more state dinners – the Reagans held more than 50, compared to just six while George W Bush was in office.

“Just have a good time and do a little business. And that is the way Washington works,” she told the new first lady.

A Matter of Life and Death

Dr. George Tiller, a Kansas doctor, was shot today in his local church. Apart from being a family doctor, Dr. Tiller also ran an abortion clinic. He had previously been shot and wounded by a pro-life* activist. His clinic had also been the target of a bomb.

(*pro-life? I’m pro-choice which doesn’t make me anti-life. I love life and detest imprecise language. Besides, if you shoot someone, can you still be pro-life?)

This little comment comes courtesy of Metafilter user XQUZYPHYR. I may not agree with all of his points, but his comment makes for thought-provoking reading.

Tiller was one of maybe three clinics that performed late-term abortions. There will likely now be only two, and several years’ worth of medical students are now pressured into considering not even entering the field.

The government, no matter which party is in control, does virtually nothing- nothing- to monitor and prevent terrorist attacks on women’s clinics. For godssakes, nine times out of ten they won’t even refer to it as terrorism. Animal rights groups get labeled as terrorists more frequently than anti-abortion militants. Federal funding for clinics is minuscule and every act of damage and violence committed against one is a drain on their already limited resources. And if you think President Hopey McChangethroughhugs, who can’t even lift a pen to stop gay people from being blocked from volunteering to defend our country, is going to do anything about this beyond signing a strongly-worded letter, I’d also like a pony.

Operation Rescue- monsters, all of them- delivered their pithy, enraging statement saying they of course were outraged at the murder but added a nice little line about how they wanted Tiller “brought to justice through the proper channels.” Let’s emphasize that- the leading anti-abortion group in America responded to the cold-blooded murder of a doctor who performed legal medical procedures by saying they merely wish he was punished differently. Tomorrow morning, they will be be considered a legitimate and respectable organization.

R.I.P.

R.I.P., Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick.

It is difficult to calculate the impact of Sedgwick’s scholarship, in part because its legacy is still in the making, but also because she worked at a skew to so many fields of inquiry. Feminism, queer theory, psychoanalysis and literary, legal and disability studies–Sedgwick complicated and upended them all, sometimes in ways that infuriated more anodyne scholars, but always in ways that pushed established parameters.

Neverending Story

Suffice to say that I did not appreciate Let the Right One In. Despite liking little nasty books, I am definitely not a horror reader. It was also very, very wordy.

From one of the programmers behind Etsy, I give you Orbital B. It is “a collection of particles operating on one simple rule: choose another particle in the system and orbit it with a fixed radius at a constant velocity.” In other words: you get to play with little aplets and create really gorgeous art vaguely reminiscent of Umberto Boccioni (Italian Futurist whose artwork I admire).

If Orbital B isn’t your thing, how about NewScan. You select your favourite newspapers and, hey presto, you get to read the news. It’s pretty if a bit impractical.

Finally, some things once seen cannot be unseen; some things once heard cannot be unheard. So, keeping that in mind, here is Limahl and His Swing Orchestra. You can thank/threaten me later.

On Families and Books

Many years ago I read A.S. Byatt’s The Game – a novel about two sisters and the rivalry between them. The book asked questions about the rights of a writer to blur the line between fact and fiction: when could you use your family in your book and when did you have to start inventing?

I don’t know if Julie Myerson has read A.S. Byatt, but I think she should rush out to buy The Game. Myerson is a British journalist, TV personality and novelist whose latest literary feat, The Lost Child, has been causing headlines this week.

Her book is about her son’s addiction to cannabis and how this led to violent behaviour within the family. Myerson’s son is angry at his mother for publishing a book about him against his wishes: “She’s a writer and like a lot of writers she is wrapped up in her own world – even if the worlds they are creating aren’t quite true, they become true to them anyway”. Furthermore, it turns out that Julie Myerson has been writing anonymous (and intimate) columns about her children in the Guardian for years – without telling her children.

The Times has dubbed it “the chattering classes version of Heat Magazine”. The Guardian is not sure Julie Myerson should have published the book. BBC’s Jeremy Paxman interview with Myerson is perhaps the most damning: “You seriously thought you could publish a book detailing your son’s drug use, and his identity wouldn’t get out?” “Well…I may have been a bit naive about that…” Ouch.

Still, Julie Myerson has not written the worst book ever to come out of her household (maybe just the most thoughtless and self-indulgent) as her partner Jonathan Myerson wrote Noise which is one of the three worst books I have ever read in my entire life (and I have read Judith Krantz’ Scruples; I liked Krantz better).

Speaking of books, I’m halfway through Anne Donovan’s Being Emily. So far it is disappointing me somewhat.

Question For Today

So, knitting can delay memory loss! That is great news. But, I wonder, can knitting also stop my migraine from getting worse?

The answer is no, sadly.

Uggggh (says the bloggerista/knitterina who promptly heads for a silent, dark room).