Thursday 28 December 2023

Pistis ponders game-changing (weekending December 30th 2023)

 

‽istis ponders game-changing (weekending December 30th 2023)

This weekending, as the Christmas season seems to meld liminally in to the New Year and we find ourselves in the twelve days surrounded by the demands of French hens, leaping Lords (some newly 'ennobled'), geese that may not be laying promised golden eggs - and with some people perhaps thinking that the refugees (multiplying exponentially) from this traditional Christmas song should have stopped coming here by now, ‽istis has been wondering about games, game-playing, winning, losing and following the rules.

For some perhaps it’s the Boxing Day football matches, for others it’s possibly the lengthy games of ‘Monopoly’[i], for some it’s maybe the latest computer game (downloading virtually replacing unwrapping[ii]), for others still it could be the ‘new Christmas board game’ ordered last minute and delivered the next day from the ‘fulfilment’ centre re-located from the North Pole perhaps because of the melting ice?

‽istis’ very first blog in July 2019 (Pistis reclaims Sport weekending 20th July 2019)   https://pistisrec.blogspot.com/2019/07/pistis-reclaims-sport-weekending-20th.html) referenced Rudyard Kipling’s poem ‘If’[iii]) and asked:

How different this weekend of sporting glory might have been if ‘triumph’ and ‘disaster’ were indeed both treated as imposters and treated the same ~ and if ‘zero-sum-gain’ didn’t dominate the rules of so many sports and games.

‽ if the Wimbledon prize money was the same whether you ‘won’ or ‘lost’ the Finals, because you had both played so blooming well

‽ if the cricket World Cup trophy was half the size and twice the quantity, was held aloft by both the captains and both teams celebrated and all the fans were elated ~ because counting back the boundaries just doesn’t really seem like cricket

‽ if the clock that times the qualifying laps just couldn’t count thousandths of a second

‽ if my win wasn’t utterly dependent on your loss

…then what else might be different for the so-called winners and the so-called losers; and, perhaps, possibly, maybe of greater importance: what would the men, my son, be like?

And now, three and a half years and some 230 blogs later, ‽istis ponders a potentially game-changing shake-up, a radical re-think of the rules for various sports and games – especially rules that govern the outcome, the win and the loss. Here are a few suggestions (and as is often the way ‽istis invites you to consider your own) with more or less elaboration.  

·         Football: the winning side is the one which swears and/or spits the least (close VAR monitoring required).

·         Golf: the winner is the person who, cumulatively, takes the least time choosing which club to use, or has the nattiest ‘Pringle’ sleeveless jumper

·         Chess: the winner is the player who furrows their brow the most, or uses the black squares most

·         Monopoly: the winner is the player who best moves their playing token around the board in the manner of the item it represents (with sound effects as appropriate)

·         Jenga: the winner is the player that generates the least friction as they remove their pieces, or names the most public services (one for every brick removed) that have been affected adversely by political/ideological decisions over recent years (controversial?)  

·         Rugby: the winning team is the one whose shirts and shorts collectively remain the cleanest, to be assessed by a panel comprising anyone in the crowd who has worked in a launderette at some stage

·         Beach volleyball: the winning side is the one which has the most modest kit and yet retains the largest fan base (sorry, is this even appropriate to consider?)   

·         Tennis: the winner is the player who bounces the ball least before serving, divided by the number of grunts/shrieks, multiplied by the number of bites of a banana eaten during the breaks between games, divided by the number of times the player picked up the ball themselves after a point, multiplied by the number of autographed expensive ginormous tennis balls, divided by the number of strawberries eaten by the spectators - Wimbledon variation only. (OK, so that may be a bit too complicated!)

·         Any quiz game: the person who gets the right answer despite the least opportunity to have been exposed to the information in the first place, divided by the number of synapses fired in the brain during the retrieval process (OK, so this may require the use of multiple electroencephalogram scanners that could be beyond the resources of the average local pub on a ‘Friday night is quiz night’)

·         ‘Strictly Come Dancing’: the judges scores are combined with the ‘phone votes of the public according to an undisclosed formula, until the final where the winner is decided by the public vote alone based on completely unknown criteria, some of which may be to do with dancing ability, or the extent of ‘the journey’, the total elevation of the rollercoaster ride, the contestant that people thought most didn’t want to go home yet, the 'celebrity' who people thought bore the most sequins around the dance floor during the entire series, etc... Oh…!

So, admittedly some of these might be difficult to measure.

Some might work best if the criterion for winning is not known by the players beforehand.

Some might be multipliers or dividers of the traditional scoring method such as goals, shortest times, fastest time, numbers of shots, etc.

Perhaps there could be various criteria available for any game - with the referee, or one of the team, or a randomly selected spectator (or in the case of ‘Monopoly’, the relative who successfully got out of playing it this time even if it meant promising to do the washing up) choosing or drawing out of a hat (before, during or after) the particular criterion to be applied for a particular game?

Ridiculous, you say – may be so, but ‽istis humbly suggests that every now and then it might be worth:

‽ wondering about the rules, especially those that define who is a winner (and may take it all) and who is a loser (and may go home with nothing)

‽ pondering who made the rules and why it was that they were in a position to do so

‽ wondering about who gets to referee and enforce the rules, especially in games where discretion, interpretation and judgement may be required

‽ pondering whether just because these have been the generally accepted rules, they always need to be so…

Oh, and while we are at it, perhaps, possibly, maybe we might wonder and ponder if any of this has anything to do with whether or not 2024 may be a happy new year - and for whom‽

©istis                                                                                                                    

NB: further reflections and comments linked to this week’s theme and past blog entries to be found on X/Twitter: replies, retweets (which don’t necessarily indicate approval, sometimes the very opposite!) and ‘likes’: @Pistis_wonders. X/Twitter ‘follows’ and respectful comment and dialogue welcome...  



[i]  https://monopoly.fandom.com/wiki/Fun_Facts reports: Longest Monopoly game in a treehouse - 286 hours. Longest game underground - 100 hours. Longest game in a bathtub - 99 hours. Longest game upside down - 36 hours. Longest game ever played - 1680 hours/70 days (Not an official world record)


Friday 22 December 2023

Pistis wonders what we wish you... (weekending December 23rd 2023)


‽istis wonders what we wish you… (weekending December 23rd 2023)

This weekending as the Christmas season perhaps reaches a crescendo[i], with or without the Christ child, with or without faith, with or without celebration, with or without peace, with or without goodwill - ‽istis wonders what we wish you…

And a song comes to mind, learned recently and sung with harmony; sung with intention; sung at times with tears; sung with others sharing a place, forming a circle, sharing heart beats and breath and soundwaves to and from each other; recorded on a ‘phone and sent to family members in the so-called holy land.

This, we wish you:

May you be safe

(Safe and well)

May you be well

(Well and safe)

May you live with ease

And may you have peace.[ii]

 That is all…

And oh that it were so…

©istis                                                                                                                    

NB: further reflections and comments linked to this week’s theme and past blog entries to be found on X/Twitter: replies, retweets (which don’t necessarily indicate approval, sometimes the very opposite!) and ‘likes’: @Pistis_wonders. X/Twitter ‘follows’ and respectful comment and dialogue welcome...  



[i] Maybe one person’s crescendo is another person’s damp-squib of reality over expectation…?

[ii] Written by Lizzie Grocott-James based on a meditation written by Thich Nhãt Hãnh, a buddhist monk and peace campaigner.


Thursday 14 December 2023

This Christmas Pistis adds punctuation (weekending December 16th 2023)

 

This Christmas[i] ‽istis adds punctuation … (weekending December 16th 2023)

This weekending istis seems to be continuing what could be a bit of a deconstruction of Christmas.

The last blog included new words for a very old carol (‘Down in Yon Forest’) and perhaps, possibly, maybe asked some pretty fundamental questions about the world then (when BC apparently became AD) and the world now… Perhaps the most important question in the new version, ‘Down in Yon Forest 2023‽’, was: ‘Do we need a new story to tell and to sing?’

And there it was, a train of thought set in motion that has trundled along all week like a ‘Polar Express’[ii]. A train of thought triggered especially by the arrival of Christmas cards and the airwave-filling seasonal sounds of music-playing radio stations: from loud and jangly pop perennials to smooth classics, from creamy crooning to rarified orchestral and choral beauteousness.

So, here’s the thought:

How might the meaning and our perception of lines from carols and Christmas songs - and their messages – change, with the simple addition of strategically placed question marks?

Well, that was the original intention, but then ‽istis pondered some of the more dramatic assertions and claims and thought that adding a punctuation mark that could imply both a question and an exclamation would be in order…   And so, this weekending, an ‘interrobang’ - ‽ - seemed the ideal choice[iii].

As you say the lines below you might like to practice adding a tone of questioning exclamation with perhaps just a hint of scepticism and maybe even downright incredulity…The selected lines seem to lend themselves to follow up questions or comments, and ‽istis has had a first go... 

Here are some examples:

·         Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer‽ (Really, a red-nose – are you sure?)

·         So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of His heaven‽ (Well, where’s the evidence for that then?)

·         When the Thames froze‽ (What year was that again?)

·         Little Lord Jesus no crying he makes‽ (Whoever heard of a baby that doesn’t cry!)

·         Santa got stuck up the chimney‽ (How many times have we told him?)

·         We hear the Christmas angels‽ (Angels, who’s ever seen an angel?)

·         Chestnuts roasting by an open fire‽ (Have you done the risk assessment on that one?)

·         All is calm, all is bright‽ (Well, that would be nice!)

·         Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air‽ (What on earth/heaven/in the sky are cherubim and seraphim?)

·         O Frosty the snowman was alive as he could be‽ (Yeah, right!)

·         Glad tidings of great joy I bring to you and all mankind‽ (Well that’s going well!)

·         Santa Claus is coming to town‽ (Every town in the whole world? what about the cities and villages and remote isolated homesteads; what about the slums and the red cross tents in refugee camps?)

·         Then why should we on earth be so sad since our Redeemer made us glad?[iv]  (Oh, so we were all glad once!)

·         It's the most wonderful time of the year‽ (Hmmm! For everyone?)

·         Round yon virgin mother‽ (Virgin mother... is that even possible…?)

·         Of all the trees that are in the wood, the holly tree bears the crown‽ (Really? I rather like a yew myself and anyway, don’t all trees have crowns?)

·         He rules the world with truth and grace, and makes the nations prove the glories of his love (And now it's time to watch or listen to the news…)

·         It's the best time of the year‽ (Hmmm!, again...)

·         Light and life to all He brings‽ (Well that’s nice!)

·         I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus‽ (Shhhh!)

·         For to redeem us all‽ (What everyone, regardless?)

·         Stop the cavalry‽ (and the artillery and the infantry and the navy and the air force, please)

·         Later we'll have some pumpkin pie and we'll do some carolling‽ (Oh no, not again)

·         On the earth be peace (That would be nice, too!)

·         Children laughing, people passing, meeting smile after smile‽ (Not round these parts…  Children laughing, except those that are crying!)

·         For that child so dear and gentle is our Lord in heaven above‽ (God – a human? A human – God?)

·         Sacred infant, all divine‽ (See above)

·         Reindeer really know how to fly‽ (Oh no they don’t…)

·         Mistletoe and wine‽ (Uh-oh!)

·         Heat was in the very sod (Tofu-eating, fossil-fuel phasing, ground pump fitting wokerati…)

·         I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree‽ (Methinks you doth protest too much)

·         Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me‽ (Oh, is that how it has to work?)

·         A spaceman came travelling‽ (Obvs!)

·         Good tidings we bring to you and your kin (Even Uncle…, Auntie… add names at your peril!)

·         Grandma got run over by a reindeer‽ (How many times have we told her?)

·         Veiled in flesh the Godhead see‽ (Eh?)

·         Happy Christmas, war is over‽ (And then I woke up…)

·         Love and joy come to you‽ (And to you, and you, and you…)

·         For Jesus Christ our Saviour was born upon this day‽ (Once again, how’s that going?)

·         On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Twelve drummers drumming, eleven pipers piping, ten lords a-leaping, nine ladies dancing, eight maids a-milking, seven swans a-swimming, six geese a-laying, Five golden rings. Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree‽ (Stop, stop….)

·         The boys of the NYPD choir still singing Galway Bay‽ (The answer to which is an almost certain ‘yes’, more than ever this year, probably)

And you could add your own…

So, perhaps this Christmas season we might listen to and really think about the statements, assertions and claims.

Possibly we might continue to ask questions and to deploy ‘interrobangs’ liberally, all year round…

And maybe, just maybe we might keep straining to hear the ‘Polar Express’ bell[v] - once we have decided what it is that we continue to believe

©istis                                                                                                                    

NB: further reflections and comments linked to this week’s theme and past blog entries to be found on X/Twitter: replies, retweets (which don’t necessarily indicate approval, sometimes the very opposite!) and ‘likes’: @Pistis_wonders. X/Twitter ‘follows’ and respectful comment and dialogue welcome...  


[i] Other religious and seasonal festivals are available.

[iii] The interrobang: created in 1968 by Martin K Specktor and his ad agency’s art director Jack Lipton. Specktor wrote: ‘…nor even yet, do we have a point which clearly combines and melds interrogation with exclamation.’

[iv] No need to add a question mark to this line, it’s there in the original it seems


Thursday 7 December 2023

Pistis ponders 'Down in Yon Forest' (weekending December 9th 2023)

 

‘Down in Yon Forest’ ‽istis wonders and ponders the Nativity and the Christmas story (weekending December 9th  2023)

This week ‽istis went to a primary school nativity play – complete with a penguin alongside the more usual cast; a costume for everyone…?

Almost certainly up and down the land: words were remembered or not, donkeys were virtually ridden, inn doors were knocked, a stable was offered, angels proclaimed, some shepherds’ headdresses slipped, camels may or may not have plodded, perhaps a sheep or a cow was sick, kings offered difficult-to-pronounce gifts, noses were picked, a baby was held precariously, a just-in-time trip to the toilet was made, stars shone; apparently the ‘greatest story ever told’ was sung and presented over and over again; a story for everyone…?

And ‽istis pondered again an old English carol from c.1500, over 500 years’ ago: ‘Down in Yon Forest’. Several variations and many versions can be found on media streaming channels – more or less ‘folky’, more or less ‘choral’; a version for everyone…?  

But ‽istis (jaded and fighting back the humbug-ishness) personally finds faith and hope all but trampled out of existence by the state of things (to be honest, both past and present) - and thinks that if we keep on doing what we have done and are doing, believing what we have believed and some still believe or indeed if we suspend disbelief to embrace the trappings of Christmas, if we continue to act out what is being so often acted out in school halls up and down the land – then we may continue to get what we have had in the past or have now… and maybe for so many, in so many places here and across the world. this is just not enough or good enough‽

So ‽istis wondered whether new words might be written to this ancient carol? Perhaps a new story is needed?

Doubting that this particular version will be sung in c. 500 years’ time and fearful that there may not be anyone to sing it anyway - nevertheless here is the offering:

Down in Yon Forest 2023‽'

V. 1 Down in yon forest there stands the last tree.

The death knells of Paradise I hear them ring?

The dark night’s approaching, we go too gently.

Do we need a new story to tell and to sing?


v.2 The legend runs deep that from grace we did fall.

The death knells of Paradise I hear them ring?

Eternity’s promise has held us in thrall

Do we need a new story to tell and to sing?

 

v.3 Did the sweet virgin Mary bear a Saviour thatnightt

The death knells of Paradise I hear them ring?

So where is the goodwill and peace, love and light?

Do we need a new story to tell and to sing?

 

v.4 The children are crying – fear, hunger, disease.

The death knells of Paradise I hear them ring?

Young people are dying – no days left to seize?

Do we need a new story to tell and to sing?

 

v.5 Down through the ages there’s bloodshed and hate.

The death knells of Paradise I hear them ring?

People and nations divided by fate.

Do we need a new story to tell and to sing?

 

v.6 A handful of men own the wealth of the land.

The death knells of Paradise I hear them ring?

Life chances of millions ground down in the sand?

Do we need a new story to tell and to sing?

 

v.7 Crop yields are ravaged and livestock bled dry.

The death knells of Paradise I hear them ring?

Resources exploited, “consume more!” they cry.

Do we need a new story to tell and to sing?

 

v.8 Temperatures rising, Earth facing extremes

The death knells of Paradise I hear them ring?

Land flooded, storms raging, the world laments and keens.

Do we need a new story to tell and to sing?

 

v.9 So where lies salvation this Christmas time?

When the death knells of Paradise I hear them ring?

A cradle, a cross or religions sublime?

Do we need a new story to tell and to sing?

 

v.10 Meanwhile this blue dot of life spins in space.

The death knells of Paradise I hear them ring?

A jewel in the darkness, a wonder-ous place!

Do we need a new story to tell and to sing?

 

v.11 We are all connected, in kinship entwined.

The bright bells of Paradise we hear them ring?

Sankofa[i], ubuntu[ii], all ‘best lives’ combined.

Do we have a new story to tell and to sing?

 

v.12 Down in yon forest there stand strong new trees.

The bright bells of Paradise we hear them ring.

Repair, restore, rise up from bent knees.

Do we have a new story to tell and to sing

 

Words: the person behind the pen-name, behind the character ‽istis (2023)  Tune: Old English Carol (c.1500)

 

May you ponder and wonder on; perhaps, possibly, maybe while walking in the forests that remain…

©istis                                                                                                                    

NB: further reflections and comments linked to this week’s theme and past blog entries to be found on X/Twitter: replies, retweets (which don’t necessarily indicate approval, sometimes the very opposite!) and ‘likes’: @Pistis_wonders. X/Twitter ‘follows’ and respectful comment and dialogue welcome...  



[i] Sankofa: retrieving things of value from our knowledge of the past. Sankofa: Embracing Past Lessons for a Brighter Future– AYEEKO

[ii] Ubuntu: ‘humanity to others’. ‘I am what I am because of who we all are.’ Ubuntu philosophy - Wikipedia


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