Ah, just watch. Understated, wise, could well be the doco to change my life. That sounds ludicrous and it could be the vino talking but hey, just watch. It saddens. Waves of anger. But also somehow diCaprio manages to infuse hope into the narrative. Best of all, it’s freely streaming on YouTube until election day, so you’ve got four days.
A Climate Change Big Year? Anyone who has read The Hockey Stick and the Climate Wars: Dispatches from the Front Lines, now four years old, must be inspired to act (though I say that as someone who has not acted). A real hero, author Michael Mann, interviewed in the brand new doco The Doubt Machine, says: “There were people who were putting out bounties for those who could destroy me.” The stakes are high
This Consequence of Sound article – “Where have all the indie rock bands gone?” – concludes:
We are quickly heading toward a cultural moment in which the archetypal “band” is no longer the driving force behind indie rock.
I don’t believe it. Won’t believe it. Cannot believe it.
A climate action Big Year, pitching in somehow (how?) to better our world? The current crop of US docos, targeted for election season, does motivate that drive. Here’s a 30-minute expose of something we’ve observed with dismay over the last decade (The Doubt Machine: Inside The Koch Brothers’ War on Climate Science). Perhaps there’s nothing overwhelmingly fresh in it but this movie is stylish and to the point. A must-watch.
Beginner’s practice session today for next year’s Big Year. A vaguely okay pace over an hour, then . . . crash. Broken helmet, grazed knees (for the third time this year!), possible pulled muscles . . . and, worst of all, a chastened ego.
If you’ve read Anders Ericsson’s “Peak” and not experienced some puzzlement on exactly how to “get better by practice,” I don’t think you’re reading carefully. There is something subtle about what Ericsson prescribes. This Heleo interview by Daniel Pink, himself a thinker on this topic – “Daniel Pink and Anders Ericsson: The Secrets of Top Performers and What It Takes to Be Truly Great” – provides some light.
First, you need to note this: “The advantage in some domains is really striking. In downhill skiing, if you haven’t started by age seven, there’s no example of somebody who’s made it into the international top hundred.”
Then: “Deliberate practice is when you have a one-on-one teaching situation with a coach or music teacher—that teacher can assess where you are and what things can help you improve. Here are the training activities that you can be doing by yourself for ten to twenty hours in the week until you see the music teacher again. You can see how somebody’s performance changes. Two weeks ago they couldn’t do this, but now they can. This gradually builds up, and eventually, with the right teacher, allows you to reach very high levels of performance.”
Very few of us will sign onto this kind of regime.
Is there any hobby so low cost and adaptable? Shoes, socks, keys, iPhone (for Strava), a Ziplock in case of rain, cheap tee shirt and shorts . . . I’m at 1,400 kms, 300 kms to go. Minor foot niggles have abated. Some days feel rough, others almost routine. All I need be is steadfast.
I missed this season of 10 Gladwell podcasts, Revisionist History. Number 10, The Satire Paradox, fascinates from a writer’s perspective. Essentially he observes that the best, most savage satires appeal to both the target audience (who appreciate the sharp, righteous irony) and the attacked “enemy” (who see what they want to see). A case of “motivated cognition,” an academic interviewee finds. Colbert attacks Palin and it’s wonderful and it works, but Palin supporters love it also! No viewpoints are altered. Memo to self: satire is a dangerous genre. Go serious. Always. (Maybe?)
Nerves . . . how do I get to nine hours of cycling every week, beginning Monday, January 2, 2017, from a base of childlike ineptitude? I’m keen to ramp up my current casual cycling to something within cooee of nine hours, but in the meantime I need to jog four times a week (plus gym, plus stretching, plus the most intense activity of all, the writing).
All I can do is allocate time, using common sense, and ratchet up the activity gradually. Two hours a week at the moment . . . let’s aim for three, four, then five, then six, hours over the month of December. Such fun!
Why is everyone around me so definitive? So cast-iron certain. I guess it’s the human way, especially for the middle-aged, to assert: me, I know!
You don’t. I don’t. If our dominant story is “here’s how one does it,” we’ve lost our way, vanished into a retirement haze.