Showing posts with label Doctor Who. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Doctor Who. Show all posts

Wednesday, 23 May 2012

BUSHLOE HIGH SCHOOL COMMUNITY CLUB


I'm at Bushloe High School, Wigston Magna, this morning, to meet members of the school's Community Club. I've been invited by Rita Pancholi (Bushloe's Community Cohesion Co-ordinator) to take them for a session on the topic of Diversity.

My son Harry is a Year 7 student at Bushloe. While he's not involved in Community Club, he's the first person I see when I arrive, just after 1030, during morning break. (And a bunch of his friends gather by the fence to wave me off when I'm finished.)

I've brought a variety of pictures on a flash drive that we can look at and discuss. I've picked images which I hope the students will find accessible and relevant, from dance, movies, music, nature, news and current affairs, school, sport, TV drama and so on. Each picture should allow us to talk about different ways the students might have seen diversity in the world around them, or have experienced it in their own lives. Hopefully, we'll all be able to challenge old thinking and move toward new thinking together.

There are 20 students attending Community Club today. They're bright and positive, all of them speak at least once and they make several good contributions. So much so, I only get about two thirds of the way through my presentation. In fact, the students get right into this.


The most spirited part of the conversation is an unexpected discussion of which is a better example of diversity: cybermen or daleks. One of the students makes a convincing argument that it's cybermen (which I wouldn't have picked) on the basis that each one of them has an individual human brain transplanted into their metal skulls. When suppressive measures are switched off, we've seen that a human personality can reappear from that brain. While the daleks might show different colours and have different functions (especially clear in the case of the newest, "Teletubby", models, as shown below), these differences are superficial. Once you get to the creatures inside the Mark IV Travel Machine (as their creator, Davros, originally called them in the 1975 Tom Baker story, Genesis of the Daleks) they're all the same, in their shrill and murderous xenophobia. Nicely put! Well, I'm paraphrasing there of course ...


I'll be using similar material for three workshops that Rita has asked me to run at a community cohesion pupil conference at Oadby Racecourse on Friday. Those three sessions are only 25 minutes long, so I'll be deleting a few of the pictures I've used (or intended to use) today.

Wednesday, 16 May 2012

AH, BUT THERE'S *THAT* MUCH MORE JELLY!


This morning, at the regular fortnightly meeting of CreativeCoffee Club at Phoenix Square Film and Digital Media Centre, I get to bend the ear of Richard Smith, Phoenix’s Catering Manager, about a matter that has weighed heavily on my mind for several months now: jelly babies.

Back when Phoenix Square opened, it sourced its chewy sweets (such as jelly babies, liquorice allsorts and wine gums) from Taveners, who don't use any animal derivatives in their products. Taveners use pectin as their gelling agent, rather than gelatine. This is welcome for people from a variety of faith communities and traditions: Hindus would want to avoid beef gelatine; Jews and Muslims, pork gelatine; Buddhists, Jains and Sikhs would want to avoid either of these. It’s also good news for Harry and me, as vegetarians. Add vegans into that mix and that means quite a lot of people would choose foods with pectin in them.

Some folk might check out the ingredients of a packet of sweets as an afterthought and only discover that they've eaten something containing animal products (perhaps one that goes against their religious dietary regime) after the event. They might only check out the ingredients after they’ve been enjoying something for a long time. I know that I only thought to do this after years of committing to not eating meat or products containing anything derived from animals. And I love my jelly babies and liquorice allsorts (though I'm not that fussed about wine gums – sorry Alastair). Just as many, if not more, probably wouldn’t think to do that at all. I don't know how many people would be aware they're breaking any of their religious, moral or ethical rules by sharing a bag of jelly babies. It’s a bit of a test if you find out halfway through eating them, as I know from my own experience!


It wasn’t long before the Taveners bags disappeared at Phoenix Square to be replaced by the same sweets sourced from Bassets. Now, most people would see Bassetts as the real deal when it comes to these traditional sweets (or "retro" sweets as they're often called these days) and just about every other brand as being second-best (at best). To some extent this is because of Bertie Bassett, the character made out of liquorice allsorts, who has been a popular and successful marketing tool for many years. When I was younger, Bassets had a TV advert that featured Bertie swaggering down the street, followed by a gang of kids, singing "Good old Bertie Bassett, He's Britain's greatest asset!" I also remember coveting a badge that supported another Bassetts ad campaign, “One too many and you might turn Bertie”


Arguably the best advert for jelly babies, though, was Tom Baker’s Doctor, who would pull a bag out of his frock coat at inappropriate moments of peril, or when encountering a member of a new alien species. The fourth Doctor wasn’t carting Bassetts jelly babies around the galaxy in the Tardis (unless he was decanting them from their branded packaging into a battered paper bag – although that would be in keeping with the BBC’s anti-commercial policy in those days) but it can’t have done any harm to Bassetts sales and reputation, as the market leader.


Mind you, someone on the production team at Doctor Who may not have wholly bought into the product placement ethic at the BBC. Witness the Kandyman, from the Sylvester MCoy (seventh Doctor) 1988 story, The Happiness Patrol. The Kandyman was an evil robotic sort of Bertie Bassett, who comes to a sticky end (did you see what I did there?)


It's easy enough to find Halal approved sweets and vegetarian sweets, just as it is to find sweets which are nut-free or sugar-free. Nut-free would be a more pressing priority of course, as fewer (if any) people are likely to go into anaphylactic shock if they ingest gelatine. As someone with a strong interest in equality and diversity, I’d like that kind of choice for everyone, wherever such sweets are sold. But of course, in the end, this is a commercial decision by the retailer and I (as well as everyone else with a view) should respect that.

Oddly enough, when it comes to jelly beans, at the lowest end of the market (Tesco’s jelly beans, part of their own brand sweets, three bags for £1) and the high end of the market (Jelly Belly Beans – delicious but dear, though they are my favourite sweets) are made with pectin.

Any food containing pork gelatine, other derivatives from pigs or similarly prohibited ingredients would be Haram ("forbidden") to Muslims. There’s a intermediate state in Islamic jurisprudence, which is neither Halal nor Haram: Mushbooh means "doubtful" or suspected". Muslims are advised to avoid anything that falls into this category. Other religious communities have analogous forms of guidance.

After I've cornered Richard and bent his ear for several minutes, he tells me he agrees with me, that arrangements for sourcing these sweets was rather hit and miss at the beginning – and that they have not been stocking any sweets of this sort at all for a year or more now. I hadn't really noticed that, since I'd given up buying them once they'd switched to Bassetts. They weren’t selling well enough to keep stocking them apparently. But Richard says he’s willing to give them another try in the not-too-distant future. I’d better buy some then!

If anyone asks what I’ve achieved in five years in this post, I can pint to the restoration of vegetarian-friendly chewy sweets at Phoenix Square … sometime in the future. On a serious note though, this is just one more reason why members of the faith and cultural communities don't feel welcome in the kind of public spaces that many of the rest of us inhabit. They don't feel at ease with the food and drink on offer. I know I'm making a generalisation here - and I know that there are some groups who won't go anywhere at all where alcohol is sold (which you can't really do anything about in somewhere like Phoenix Square). What I'm harping on about here is a small concession, but can mean a lot to those who care enough to take note of such things.

And, by the way, there's no actual wine in wine gums, so there's no need to go down that road, faithful reader.

Saturday, 17 September 2011

CENTENARY OF 'ABDU'L-BAHÁ'S FIRST VISIT TO BRITAIN


A group of Leicester Baha’is bundle into a minibus this morning, heading for London. We’re on our way to take part in a weekend of rolling celebrations of the centenary of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá 1911 visit to London.

Our first stop is the National Bahá'í Centre in Rutland Gate, Knightsbridge. The centre has recently undergone renovations, entirely funded (like everything else that the Bahá'í community does) by voluntary donations from the members of the Bahá'í community themselves. Small parties of two dozen at a time are being given an hour-long tour of the building  together. We mingle downstairs, have the chance to spend a few minutes in the public reception area (and spend a few quid in the bookshop). Then we're led upstairs to the Parvine Room, which is often used for official reception of visiting dignitaries. There's a brief introduction to the Centre, its history and the story of its various renovations. For those with an interest in the historical development of the UK Bahá'í community, or in historic events associated with faith communities in this country, it was from this site in Rutland Gate that Shoghi Effendi's funeral cortege departed in 1957 and it was where the first meeting of the Universal House of Justice took place in 1963. The image of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá at the top of this blog entry is from a painting, the original of which hangs in the Parvine Room. 

Half a dozen or so prayers and readings are distributed - all of them, bar one, are read by Leicester friends. I read the following passage, written by Shoghi Effendi (grandson of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, Guardian and World Head of the Bahá'í Faith, 1921-57) about the station of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá:
He is, and should for all time be regarded, first and foremost, as the Centre and Pivot of Bahá’u’lláh’s peerless and all-enfolding Covenant, His most exalted handiwork, the stainless Mirror of His light, the perfect Exemplar of His teachings, the unerring Interpreter of His Word, the embodiment of every Bahá’í ideal, the incarnation of every Bahá’í virtue, the Most Mighty Branch sprung from the Ancient Root, the Limb of the Law of God, the Being “round Whom all names revolve,” the Mainspring of the Oneness of Humanity, the Ensign of the Most Great Peace, the Moon of the Central Orb of this most holy Dispensation—styles and titles that are implicit and find their truest, their highest and fairest expression in the magic name ‘Abdu’l-Bahá. He is, above and beyond these appellations, the “Mystery of God”—an expression by which Bahá’u’lláh Himself has chosen to designate Him, and which, while it does not by any means justify us to assign to Him the station of Prophethood, indicates how in the person of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá the incompatible characteristics of a human nature and superhuman knowledge and perfection have been blended and are completely harmonized.

One of the friends read this extract from an article published in a London periodical, in November 1911:
One of the most interesting and significant events which have taken place, has been the visit of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá to London. The Persian Mage whose life, passed in prison, has been spent in promoting peace and unity by the one certain method of aiding individual spiritual development, must in a very real sense have “tasted of the travail of his soul and been satisfied”. Not only was he visited privately by nearly every earnest truth-seeker and leader of high thought in London, but his message was made known to thousands who had but dimly heard his name before.

Another read the following passage, a translation of a discourse given by ‘Abdu’l-Bahá on 13 September 1911 – a hundred years ago, almost to the day:
Thanks be to God, this is a good meeting. It is very enlightened, it is spiritual. 
As a Persian Poet has written:—“The Celestial Universe is so formed that the under world reflects the upper world.” That is to say whatever exists in heaven is reflected in this phenomenal world. Now, praise be to God, this meeting of ours is a reflection of the heavenly concourse; it is as though we had taken a mirror and had gazed into it. This reflection from the heavenly concourse we know as love. 
As heavenly love exists in the supreme concourse even so it is reflected here. The supreme concourse is filled with the desire for God—thank God, this desire is also here. 
Therefore if we say that this meeting is heavenly, it is true. Why? Because we have no other desire except for that which comes from God. We have no other object save the commemoration of God. 
Some of the people of the earth desire conquest over others: some of them are longing for rest and ease; others desire a high position; some desire to become famous:—thank God our desire is for spirituality and for union with God. 
Now that we are gathered here our wish is to raise the banner of the Unity of God, to spread the Light of God, to make the hearts of the people turn to the Kingdom. Therefore I thank God that He is causing us to do this great work. 
I pray for all of you, that you may become celestial warriors, that you may everywhere spread the Unity of God and enlighten the East and West, and that you may give to all hearts the love of God. This is my utmost desire, and I pray to God that your desire may be the same. 
I am very happy to be with you all. I am pleased with the English King and Government, and with the people. 
You may thank God that in this land you are so free. You do not know what lack of freedom there is in the East. When anyone comes to this country he is content. 
I wish God’s protection for you all. Goodbye to you all.

After the prayers and readings in the Parvine Room, we go up to the second-floor room normally used for meetings of the National Spiritual Assembly. Here we see a display of a small number of artefacts associated with the central figures of the Bahá'í Faith and with some of the early British Bahá'ís.

  • Some personal effects of Bahá'u'lláh on display
  • One of his robes
  • A lock of his hair, framed behind glass
  • A brief prayer, in his own handwriting
  • His spectacles (and case)
  • Some personal effects of the Báb on display
  • A plate which belonged to his family
  • A carpet from his house in Shiraz
  • A piece of plaster from the prison at Mah-Ku where the Báb was incarcerated
  • Some personal effects of 'Abdu'l-Bahá on display
  • His aba (long robe) and the shirt he wore under it
  • His spectacles
  • A pair of his slippers
  • The samovar that he took on his tours of the West
  • The chair he used at Lady Blomfield’s house

These and other items shown here today are small-scale, personal (even intimate), accessible. At the Bahá'í World Centre in the city of Haifa, the extensive collection of the Bahá'í International Archives Building preserves and displays a massive range of items that illustrate the story of the Bahá'í Faith, the lives of its central figures and the triumphs and tribulations associated with even the humblest adherents of this religion.

I've been in this room many, many times, from way back when I was appointed to the National Teaching Committee at the age of 21, in 1981 till the last time I sat in here in March 2003. What really takes my fancy today is the 32" plasma screen and webcam. This would allow the National Spiritual Assembly to consult with anyone, anywhere in the world with access to a webcam of their own. To me, that's testimony to the up-to-date nature of Bahá'í life, unifying science and religion (which is one of its central principles).


After we leave the National Centre, we make our way over to Hyde Park for a picnic lunch (above). Then we spend the rest of lunchtime searching out Cadogan Gardens, where 'Abdu'l-Bahá spent several days as the guest of Lady Sarah Blomfield during his first visit to London.

Some of the Leicester friends in Cadogan Gardens today
We round off our trip with a brief visit to the resting place of Shoghi Effendi in New Southgate Cemetery.


And I'm home in time for Doctor Who. Visit the website of the Bahá'í community of the United Kingdom to find out more about 'Abdu'l-Bahá's first visit to this country.

Saturday, 21 May 2011

HELLFIRE AND ICE-CREAM - ALTERNATIVE VISIONS OF THE RAPTURE

This is the Face to Faith column in today's Guardian. I thought I'd better post it early in the day, while there's yet time ...
Hellfire and ice-cream – alternative visions of the Rapture
I don't believe the prediction that today is Judgment Day, but just in case…
by Danielle Elizabeth Tumminio
So it turns out that the Rapture is due at six o'clock this evening, which means that, according to Family Radio, there's a group of people favoured by God and known as the "elect" who will get whisked up to heaven to eat ambrosia with St Peter and find out what Jesus wrote in the sand. It also turns out that if you're "Roman Catholic, Baptist, Reformed, Presbyterian, Seventh-Day Adventist, Jehovah's Witness, Mormon, etc" then you can expect to remain with your feet solidly on this earth to suffer hellfire and brimstone until God destroys creation five months later. I, an Episcopal priest, am in the "etc"; I'm going to be left behind. I am an Et Ceteran and don't believe that Judgment Day is coming on 21 May – but I am curious. I went Googling.
I initially thought my urban apartment would be an ideal post-Rapture location, close to a grocery store that could be rampaged – since the website predicted mass chaos, violence and destruction – and across the street from a river, where I could fish if only I had a fishing pole. I also live on one of the higher floors, which makes invasion less likely.
My husband, who is visiting his farmland family today in Iowa, said he'd be in the ideal location, surrounded by corn and cows, but don't worry: he'll come back to find me. He is (or was) an actuary; but for someone who calculates risk for a living, that seemed pretty risky.
What if there was no gasoline? Maybe it would be best if I walked to Iowa. Google Maps predicted it would take 14 days and 22 hours. Maybe I would take a list of Cold Stone Creamery locations with me – nothing more calorie-rich than the commercial ice-cream with the highest fat content (I know, I used to work there) to keep you fuelled in the apocalyptic age.
Of course, all this remains a purely intellectual pursuit, given that I don't believe Judgment Day is approaching. The Family Radio folks and I have radically different ways of reading the Bible. On one of their broadcasts, they explained that they knew Judgment Day would occur on 21 May because Genesis 7:4 states that God told Noah a great flood would come in seven days. But, according to them, God's time is not the same as human time since 2 Peter 3:8 states that one God day equals 1,000 human years. From that, Harold Camping extrapolated that it would be 7,000 between the flood and Judgment Day, and since he calculated that the flood occurred in 4990 BC, the Rapture would arrive in 2011.
I, on the other hand, put a lot more stock by God's words to Noah after the flood: "I will never again curse the ground because of humankind … nor will I ever again destroy every living creature as I have done" (Genesis 8:21).
The Family Radio folks might respond by offering forth a number of passages from Revelation about the anti-Christ and the Mark of the Beast, and the number 666. I, in turn, could present 1 John 4:16: "God is love, and those who abide in love abide in God, and God abides in them." That God of love would not inaugurate such a violent end.
My husband teased me by asking: "What if you've committed yourself to the wrong part of God – what if God is more of a judging God than a loving one?"
"I'll print out my map to Iowa and my Cold Stone Creamery locations," I said. "It's going to be a long walk with plenty of time for prayer." 

I particularly like this comment on the Guardian website, from Cordwainerbird: "So it turns out that the Rapture is due at six o'clock this evening ... A just God would have waited until after Doctor Who."

Thursday, 21 April 2011

Silence will fall


On the way back from St Thomas' the Apostle in South Wigston where Harry was singing in the choir at the Maundy Thursday service, we pass through the city centre shortly after 2100 and see rehearsals for Christ in the Centre, which takes place tomorrow (Good Friday).

In keeping with displaying the bricolage, here's a picture of rehearsals for the Crucifixion in Humberstone Gate, in front of the giant TV screen. I'm not trying to fool myself (or you, faithful reader) that it's a good photo. I snapped it as the giant screen was showing a trailer for the new series of Doctor Who, showing the phrase "Silence will fall in 2 days". That would be Holy Saturday, the day largely forgotten, between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. This is the kind of thing that simply leaps out to me. The juxtaposition in that moment just seemed meaningful - profound in a banal, everyday sort of way - and in keeping with the question Harry asked me as we left the Maundy Thursday service just half an hour before.

Saturday, 8 May 2010

Percy Jackson & the Lightning Thief


To Phoenix Square Digital Film and Media Centre this afternoon with Harry and Grace, to see "Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief". It's a milestone for Harry; first time he'll have seen a movie based on a novel he's read (he's already up to the third book in the Percy Jackson series).

I remember the thrill of hearing and reading the Greek myths when I was a kid and of seeing dramatisations of the stories of Perseus, Hercules and their like. I remember with affection movies like Jason and the Argonauts (1963), featuring the stop-motion animation of Ray Harryhausen. By the time of Clash of the Titans (1981) - the final film to which Harryhausen contributed his trademark animation - I'd rather outgrown this kind of thing (and I have no desire whatsoever to see the 2010 3D remake of Clash of the Titans, which features one of the worst straplines ever put on a movie poster: "Titans will clash!" Oh really? You don't say!)

It seems to me, however, that children discover and consume these stories in a different way now. Whereas in earlier years, children got these stories as something that had happened in a dim and almost-forgotten past, or in an alternate, mythologised world, today's children access them as part of an alternate reality that exists today. They see these gods and monsters of ancient Greece persist in our contemporary world - as if they've never been away, but have simply been biding their time before returning to assert their authority to rule - or wreck - our world.

In "Percy Jackson and the Lighting Thief" we see Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Athena, not only in their divine or demonic forms, but also in hoodies, leather jackets and trainers. We identify with their children, demigods born though their matings with mere mortals. There are also significant appearances by minor figures such as Medusa, Persephone, the Minotoaur, the Hydra and assorted centaurs, satyrs and furies. We visit the Underworld, Mount Olympus and the land of the lotus eaters, all of which have their modern counterparts, bringing a nicely ironic touch to the story (the entrance to the Underworld is below the Hollywood sign, Mount Olympus is accessed through an elevator in the Empire State Building and the lotus eaters lure and hold heir victims in a hotel and casino in Las Vegas). There's no recognition (no mention even) of innovations in religion since those times, no engagement with Judaism, Christianity or Islam. Other religions may as well not exist in Percy Jackson's fictional world.

Now, it could be said that it's not a new phenomenon; that such outlets as Marvel and DC comics retooled the ancient gods, heroes, villains and monsters from the 1960s onwards (for instance, with a particular favourite of mine, "The Mighty Thor", which depended on the old Norse myths and legends). But the marketing is more intense, penetrates deeper and into more layers of young lives, the CGI animation leaves less to the imagination.

Mind you, this production and consumption of ancient archetypes isn't just for children. Adults are willing participants too. For example, Neil Gaiman's Hugo and Nebula-Award winning novel, American Gods (2001) and Steven Sherrill's debut novel, The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break (2003). Even Doctor Who's Weeping Angels (recently voted the scariest monsters in the show's 46-year history - based on only one appearance at the time the poll was taken, Stephen Moffat's "Blink", which also won a Hugo) draw heavily on the archetype of Medusa and the Gorgons.

Find out more about the Percy Jackson books (by Rick Riordan):
http://www.percyjackson.co.uk/site/pj_main.php

Find out more about Neil Gaiman:
http://www.neilgaiman.com/

Monday, 1 March 2010

Alexei Sayle in conversation


At the Clephan Building, De Montfort University, early evening for this event, part of DMU's annual Cultural eXchanges festival.

There's around 120 people in lecture room 2.13 for "Alexei Sayle in Conversation". If you don't know who Alexei Sayle is, I'm not going to do a big intro to him here. He's eminently googleable (that's a word I've never used before and one I may well have made up. I should google it to see if anyone else has used it). I've been a fan of Alexei since his first appearance on national television (I'm sure he was in the first ever BBC2 show to feature the new rising "alternative" comedians - "Boom Boom, Out Go the Lights" in the late 70s), then through the years in "The Young Ones" (1982-84), frequent appearances in "The Comic Strip Presents ..." (1985-93); "Alexei Sayle's Stuff" (1988-91), "The All New Alexei Sayle Show" (1994-95), "Alexei Sayle's Merry Go Round" (1998), "Paris"  (1994). He even did a memorable turn in a Doctor Who story during the otherwise lamentable Colin Baker era ("Revelation of the Daleks", 1985).

He's always embodied a genuine "outsider" persona, though paradoxically, his shows in the late 1980s and eraly 90s were broadcast on BBC2 at peak time, and pulled in audiences of around five and six million - which would be amazing viewing figures in today's multi-channel TV environment.

In more recent years he's become Britain's most succesful writer of short stories since the Second World War. For a while, I used his short story, "Barcelona Plates" (from his first collection of short stories, of the same title) in Creative Writing classes I was teaching as a virtually perfect example of the genre. It was the only book of short stories that I recommended students buy and read - and some of them did, though to mixed response as I recall.

Well, alright then; it seems like I am doing an intro to Alexei for the uninitiated - of sorts.

Alexei's from Liverpool, of Lithuanian Jewish descent, raised in a fairly hardline communist family. The distinctive mix of radical politics and the heritage of his religion have always featured in his comedy and now in his wiriting. If I had to justify why this event would turn up in my Council of Faiths blog, I guess this would be the hook. He talks about his upbringing in the kind of terms one might use to speak about being raised by missionaries or in a household of evangelicals. He talks about the beliefs and values that motivated his parents as being akin to those of a cult. I have always loved the heightened self-awareness that pervades his work - and his heightened awareness of the forces that shape our lives around us. Which he makes funny, of course. And his skill at pulling the rug out from under the expectations you build up in his routines (which of course is a great skill for a writer of short stories).

Alexei keeps an informative and entertaining blog:
http://www.alexeisayle.me/