Pensive Trevor

Pensive Trevor, a photo by gingerpig2000 on Flickr.

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I start my vacation today, and tomorrow we are off to Krakow for a week.

The background is one of our blinds with the afternoon sun on it, it seemed too good an opportunity to miss. Ania took the picture, I merely directed, acted and processed.

If you are looking at a small version of this picture, you might not realize what I have done to it.


By Trevor Butcher, Artist

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Delivery Van

Delivery Van, a photo by gingerpig2000 on Flickr.

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We sat sometimes in the main square in Krakow in the morning, having a coffee. Everywhere would be delivery vans bringing everything needed to supply the countless businesses there: arrive-unload-depart.

Here in Lublin people think that tourism is about strangers coming, and hotels and restaurants.

What they don't think about is the service superstructure which comes to exist, the money coming in rapidly changing hands and making more opportunity.

Tourism is about opportunity for everybody, especially in a region that was the poorest part of the new Europe when Poland joined the EU in 2004.

by Trevor Butcher

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Fitting in - one step towards death

099 - Movie Poster, a photo by gingerpig2000 on Flickr.

How much do you want to fit in? How much effort do you make to ensure that you meet the criteria of life in society?

The problem is that there is too much effort made to fit in, on a global scale. The more you make yourself fit in, the more you exclude those people who are working at possible futures for society, because they cannot both fit in and explore the future. You are helping to bring society to a dead halt.

If a group stays in one place for too long, it will consume all of whatever it needs to exist. Social starvation or social splintering are the natural end of too much fitting in.

Anarchic Design cover

Anarchic Design cover
Originally uploaded by gingerpig2000

This is just a test cover, it made an enjoyable break in planning and writing!

After about eighteen months of planning and working on my material, everything is coming together now and now all I need to do is write it. It will include both texts and images, some of which appear in this blog, and cover some of the practical aspects in learning to be more innovative and the kind of mental blocks which society is so good at placing before us.

Earlier I sorted through this blog as it had some entries not relevant to the subject, while other blog entries had to be imprted from another blog. However, while time consuming, it has been interesting and I know now how to save my blog on my own computer. It would also help if I went through this blog and tidied it up a little (a lot).

Anyway, I have set myself six months to get it written, which should mean I will be ready around the start of May 2010. Not long at all, really.

058 - Giraffe

058 - Giraffe, originally uploaded by gingerpig2000.

When I was a child I had a hobby horse, rather tired and secondhand, which given the lack of local horse riding in my village in the 1960s was a rather pointless toy, or so it seemed. If a squire had still been living in the big house and regularly mounted, or had I seen the local hunt from close quarters, the story may have been different. Hobby horses are a child's version of a real world wood and sackcloth scary horse, sometimes known as a 'hooden horse' that in earlier times had been used for traditional festivities, and reputedly a fearsome object with a large and clacking mouth. By my time, the only hooden horse I know was a dusty exhibit in Folkestone museum.

Other children from other backgrounds and times have found hobby horses a source of great pleasure, although I wonder how many are bought because of a soft spot for society's dream time of a yesteryear that never really existed, but for me running around with a stick between my legs was akin to you doing the same with a button in your pocket. What is or was the point? A plastic horse and cart was more fun, or a tractor with leaky batteries, or even a story book about a woman who polished a blackbird and painted his beak gold.

Horses arrived in my life at a much later, adult period, when I learnt to ride inside a ring and jump over small fences. Part of the pleasure was doing it together with people who I had never met before and who I would never meet again, and yet for a few months our paths ran side by side. While I could not be described as a confident horseperson, I feel I know the kind of people who are and how they view the world to some extent.

As to giraffes, I have no idea if anyone has ever ridden one, although I would be more surprised to learn that no one had than that someone had, but here I can ride one in my imagination. This is an important concept, although I am sure many people would regard it as childish, but here I can involve both my mind and body in a task I lack either the means or the skill to carry out in reality.

057 - all-growed-up

057 - all-growed-up, originally uploaded by gingerpig2000.

Today I managed to get into contact with a friend from university, who I miss a great deal.

I like to try things that are new, but I do not see what is wrong with going back and trying some things from when we were much younger. It was quite fun to sit in the wash basin, although my was basin was far too small as we only intended it for washing hands and cleaning teeth.

054 - Society is a Dictator

054 - Society is a Dictator, originally uploaded by gingerpig2000.

Society protects the conformists, the non-conformists are the enemy.

What is so fragile about the conformists that they need protecting, everything they love they have taken from the non-conformists. If the non-conformists never existed, the human race would never have existed.

So, why are non-conformists treated so badly?

Don't believe me? Dress like this at age 50 and walk down your high street and then go into work.

One interesting fact is that many people would be envious, because they only conform because they lack the confidence to be any different. so, who are the ones who lack confidence, and who genuinely cannot deal with change? Perhaps, rather than waiting for those who lack the confidence to change suffer from disease through having to live a life that isn't them we should be considering the inability to accept change as a mental disease, something imbued by society and education. If we continue to do nothing, nothing will change.