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Life's Odometer

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Another birthday has come and gone, another click-over on life's odometer, 62 this time, so, once again, it's time to take stock of my health and fitness. I actually train for the week of my birthday as if it is a competition event that I want to achieve well at. Part of the reason is because I am a vain man who likes to impress people with the level of my fitness at what is perceived by most to be an advanced age. I hasten to point out that there are people with far bigger challenges than I, people who are older and fitter than I and people with health and injury limitations who would put my small triumphs to shame.
In fact I have an implacable critic that I desperately need to gain the respect of. It is someone from whom I cannot hide my weaknesses, who knows all the mind tricks, the gamesmanship that I use on myself and others to hide folly or lack of determination. Nobody knows my strengths and weaknesses like I do and because of that, like most, I am my own harshest crit…

Safety: Libertarian issue or gender issue?

I was embroiled recently in an online debate that got a little heated between myself and someone who I admire and respect, a free-spirited woman who took offense to a post from a man who was quite transparently wrong in his motives and point of view. I took the opportunity to make my viewpoint on safety known.

Safety is not a gender issue. I am a safety professional in a safety-obsessed industry. My life and career is founded on safety. I live and breath safety. If anything, safety is a civil rights issue. There is a perceived polarity between safety and liberty in that people see safety as an infringement on their personal liberty. Like a true Trekkie I'll try to give the case for both and see if I can craft a middle line that will cover the major issues of both sides.

As a young man, as is the wont of young men, I took chances. I loved to run the ragged edge of danger. In some cases I did it without knowing and I can only recognise it in hindsight. Walking though Capetown alon…

This is your child

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See this? This is your child.


You have this wonderful person, this piece of you,  for eighteen years. During that time you cherish it, protect it, build all sorts of fun and loving memories with it. You don't want to let it go but that's it's nature...

You wind it up, point it in the right direction and then let it go, watching them as they race across the horizon.

For eighteen years you have your most cherished possession. You take pride in teaching them all that you believe is good and right in the world but you know that you won't be there to guide and protect them all their lives so you encourage them to become independant and make their own decisions. As a teenager you have the right and responsibity to correct them if you think they are going wrong but once they reach adulthood you have to let them go. In modern society we say that eighteen is the cut off point although some mature earlier and sadly some never reach maturity at all.


When that time comes, you have…

Horses for courses

If you are the type who flicks through previous posts you'll see that I haven't used this blog for years. Like most I have various blogs littered about the interwebs like tombstones to my id but in the truse spirit of environmentalism I am going to reuse this one rather than create another monument to my ego. For the last year or so I have been using Facebook for my commentary but I find that it is clumsy and wand to put some of my ideas into a more literary context.

Ergo Blogger. Horses for courses.

Like a diary you've never read for years it is hard to reconcile what I wrote against who I am today, but I cannot deny it as my thoughts of the day and the pressures I was under at the time. What matters more is today and what I want to say now, in five years time will I again cringe at my raw emotions?

Who knows? Is it a reason for not speaking out?

No