Weeknotes 34 (Aug ’20): Video of a naked man on the wall

  • Yesterday marked our last Zoom taekwondo class. We hope! From this week we’re back in the dojang, or training outdoors. We honestly don’t know what we’ll do if there’s another lockdown that prevents these activities, but the mood is different now, so I’m not convinced twice weekly Zoom sessions will seem the answer. Twice a week we have been moving our furniture and setting up the laptop, and when the session finished yesterday and we put everything back, we were able to put back some art that had felt too fragile to move repeatedly, and adjust the sofa to reduce the space we’d been using, etc. Basically, it felt like we got our flat back. I hadn’t realised the extent to which having people view that space had stopped it being just a safe home environment. It’s good to have it back.
  • We managed to get to Tate Modern this week for the Andy Warhol exhibition. He and his work were far more interesting to me than I expected. Especially his film work, which I hadn’t come across before. I think I could genuinely live with a work of art on my wall that is a video of a sleeping man, with very small movements in it. Even if it is ever so slightly male homoerotic.
  • The Tate Members room was open and we had a cup of tea and a scone on the terrace overlooking the Thames. Just because we could, really. Two guys had set up with their laptops on adjacent tables in a prime spot. As I poured my tea, one of them left his table, but left his laptop and bag protecting the spot. By the time we were leaving, he still wasn’t back, and multiple people had turned away from the terrace because all the tables were ‘taken’. This stuff drives me mad. Someone could have used that table and gone again in the time he was gone. I challenged his buddy about it as we left, but wished I’d just moved the laptop and bag. Next time.
  • I’ve been doing two online classes that have moved from the physical world. Qi gong this week was broadcast from the west coast of Ireland. I wanted my instructor to just show us the view. And my yoga teacher changed his link, but nobody communicated that to the students. So Friday lunchtime consisted of me, my mat, and a ‘your host is in another meeting’ message.

Weeknotes 33 (Aug ’20): Cultural pause

  • I had a migraine for a couple of days this week, around which I managed the absolute bare minimum of work activity. Followed by two days of work work work. Did anything else even happen?
  • I did try to take a bit of time off and go to see an exhibition at Tate Modern. Tickets were not to be had. Living in central London is obviously not what it was.
  • We had tickets for Hamlet at the Young Vic last night. Nope.
  • At work recently I’ve worked on a few membership websites. I always think there will be a technical solution to these as the specifications never seem that odd. But then I realised that each of my projects had totally different requirements, so clearly not such as easy nut to crack.
  • Onwards.

Weeknotes 32 (Aug ’20): Women and ideas

  • I read Sensuous Knowledge by Minna Salami. I loved it and it has made me think. I may have to read it again to fully get all the points, and it would be worth my time to do that.
  • I subscribe to the newsletter of a young woman who regularly sends thoughtful, informed ideas about work and life. This week I was prompted to look at her Instagram profile, which is full of photos of her looking perfect on the beach, etc. This seemed so at odds with the content of her emails, which talk about how fake these things are, and I’m still trying to reconcile these two impressions. It has forced me to address some prejudices I hold about those Instagram accounts. But I now, too, read her emails through a different lens. I also feel quite old.
  • I read this short guide to the Toyota Production System. Interesting to go to the source for some of these ideas.
  • We watched Giri/Haji. The first four episodes were great, and then I couldn’t cope with constant flirting with Rodney’s self-destruction. I also got intrigued about how easy it is to bring firearms into the country, as all the Japanese police and gangsters seemed to arrive at Heathrow with a handgun. I’m not sure they all had the relevant Home Office permission for handguns.
  • The kimchi has made the flat smell atrocious. The Lakeland fermentation jar has a special anti-explode feature to let the pressure out, but this also lets the smell out. I need to buy a better jar.

Weeknotes 31 (Aug ’20): Return to the gym

  • My gym has reopened. I went up and did 20 minutes on a rowing machine with no-one else in the room. It felt great to exercise out of the house. My gym is a small independent and woefully ill-equipped in terms of staff to navigate through Covid-19. In that context, they’ve done brilliantly. I will just need to keep assessing to see how safe it is all feeling. In the meantime, S and I were also able to get a bit of space in an empty room there to kick some taekwondo paddles. Probably the highlight of the week.
  • Today I made some kimchi. Who have I become?
  • On Wednesday we took advantage of eat out to help out. We sat outside – Tower Bridge Road is not the most glamorous of locations – and it was very nice.

Weeknotes 30 (July – Aug ’20): Socially distanced kids

  • We had a limited return to in person taekwondo training this week, and taught outdoors on a 5-a-side football pitch. Keeping kids socially distant from each other is a bit of a nightmare. In Scotland and Wales the rules seem to be different, and more sensible, for children, and they aren’t expected to maintain distance. I obviously don’t know enough about the science of it, but it would be great if we could manage that in England. In any case, 3 hours of taekwondo outdoors is significantly easier than 2 hours of taekwondo over Zoom.
  • I don’t know how fact-based my anxieties are, but I have found myself cautious around people not wearing masks correctly when they should be wearing masks. In restaurants, a waiter seeming a bit casual with a mask feels like reason to not return. But also on the tube, where all sorts of people seem to be ignoring the mask requirement. On the basis that ‘my mask protects you, your mask protects me’, it makes me pretty annoyed. And far more reluctant to travel on public transport in London.
  • Been feeling pretty low all week. The pandemic. Ug.

Weeknotes 29 (July ’20): Holiday

  • I’ve been having a holiday. It’s been really good to restore my reserves a bit, and I realise I’ve also been feeling quite guilty about how incredibly lucky I am. I have been able to earn money during the pandemic, I have been able to (relatively) safely travel and holiday. I can watch the Government choices with anger and horror, but the fear I feel about it is as nothing to the fear others must be feeling. Guilt doesn’t help, but I guess it does at least confirm to me some humanity, and it helps me keep going when I have my harder days.
  • When we take a break from work we tell our clients. Some of them expect us to work when we’re away. We don’t.
  • My holiday has been mostly focussed around moving my body as much and as healthily as possible, and having as much nature as possible. Living in central London makes both of these things far less easy and pleasurable than I would like. I can understand why so many people seem to be trying to get out of town. I don’t yet have a strategy for getting more of this when I am home again, but I think this needs to be a priority.
  • The “return to play” guidance for taekwondo requires social distancing, which makes sense, but thinking it through has been one of the low points of the last week. e..g how to keep children 2 metres from each other in a context in which we normally encourage physical engagement. And that’s felt like the easy bit.
  • It’s not a surprise, but the gendering of face coverings has been Yet Another Thing to drive home how insane our world is. It makes me happy when I see people who haven’t succumbed.
  • I made a list of all the things I’ve been trying to fit into my week and established there are literally not enough hours in the day. This was a useful discovery and I have re-prioritised accordingly. Learning French has moved way down the list.

Weeknotes 28 (July ’20): Normal activities

  • A return to some ‘normal’ activities this week have felt significant.
  • I had a haircut. My hairdresser got keen and my hair is shorter than I was wanting, but probably exactly what I need. We all wore masks, of course.
  • I am not used to being with people anymore. Are you? It’s exhausting. But with good friends it’s worth the energy.
  • I have travelled this week. It brought home the reality that the pandemic is everywhere. That is depressing and overwhelming. But also that it’s possible to manage it better than it’s felt managed in central London. That gives me hope. And if you can get to some nature and move your body freely, it is very restorative.
  • I’ve been thinking a little bit about leadership. The person is charge is not always the best leader, but we all have to play the hand we’re dealt. What makes good leadership? Well, in this week, the bad leadership was a failure to unite or inspire, and in fact achieve the opposite. And, in a separate case, a failure to trust the experts with the problem, rather than giving them the solution. Different scenarios, but in both the outcome is not what it could and should be. So, when I lead, I should look to unite and inspire, and to trust my group with the problem.

Weeknotes 27 (July ’20): Risk

  • An unusually busy week. Our balcony has been leaking into our flat, and we were finally able to get some people round to fix it. Having people in our flat was strangely stressful – they were pretty gung ho, so there was both a sense that they might break something, and the complications of social distancing etc. It was fine. Obviously. And now we just have to establish if we’re meant to be able to see the water pooling under our paving stones or not.
  • And then a family birthday and a large present meant I found myself masked up and in an Uber for the first time in months. Another family member was unable to come at the last minute because of a suspected loss of sense of smell. This is the reality of the new normal, I guess.
  • And to further that sense, I have started to engage with the return to sport guidance that is filtering out about getting taekwondo back in a shared physical space. Two meter distancing seems to be required, which makes sense, and there is a lot to think about in terms of what is possible, how to keep standards up, and how to manage it all.
  • Gove says to use “common sense” about whether to wear masks in shops. That is such an absurdity it’s hard to know where to begin. The general population has been so confused by the guidance and information thus far, not least because of the Cummings fiasco, how can people possibly make proper “common sense” decisions? In my experience, the vulnerable and the people used to caring for others (mainly women) are the ones in the masks, scared as they are forced into close contact with people who are assessing the risk differently (mainly young men). Surely the government should use “common sense” and reduce the number of risk vectors we all need to think about these days.
  • I’m playing with Notion. My setup currently looks like a bunch of random notes and thoughts, but the simplicity of it is feeling a bit addictive. My horrible BuddyPress / BBPress project has been made less awful by a Notion bug document, into which I can easily paste screengrabs of bugs, to help me work through the bugs, and emojis to make me feel less depressed.

Weeknotes 26 (June – July ’20): Small worlds

  • I had an experience this week in which a couple of my worlds collided. The upshot was me feeling absolutely terrible about myself for a couple of days. Which was not helped by…
  • Working with WordPress, BuddyPress and BBPress is not a recipe for happiness. I am slightly appalled to find myself still, ever, dealing with these technologies.
  • I spent over an hour on the phone with my father trying to help him work out why some of his documents are in OneDrive. I ended up remote controlling his computer, which then further confused him, not least because he couldn’t comprehend how fast I typed.
  • I’ve ordered some face masks . Or rather coverings. There’s lots of variety in this field, it turns out.
  • I didn’t go to the pub or have my haircut on Saturday. I did, however, walk up near Borough Market and feel like the second wave was being built before my eyes. Recent stats for London indicate the R is around 1, and that’s without opening the pubs.
  • It’s genuinely hard to know what to do when you think your government is screwing everything up, isn’t it?

What Nextdoor should always look like

Nextdoor always feels like it should look like this, but often it’s just random bits of local advertising and people ranting about the noise / rubbish / trees etc. It’s nice to notice when it seems to be working.