Tuesday, 30 August 2022

The S7 extension opens (well, part of it anyway)

As got off the train at W-wa Jeziorki, I heard a disturbing sound. What I heard was the sound of a thousand lost motorists, seeking Kraków. But they'll not find Kraków. Because it's too early. Sections A and C of the S7 extension might be ready, but section B is two years behind schedule.

This evening, around six, the barriers came down and traffic was allowed, for the first time, to drive onto the southbound carriageways of the S7 at Węzeł Lotnisko (airport junction). But only as far as Węzeł Lesznowola - and there, the automotive fun comes to an end. The junction, which was meant to connect to a new local road, just drops cars off at a pair of stumps going nowhere. The new local road is not even a plan at this stage. And so motorists have to drive around the byways of Nowa Wola, looking for a way to connect with the existing DK7, that eventually connects with Section C of the extension somewhere north of Tarczyn. Sub-optimal if you are heading for Kraków. But fine for local inhabitants. Section B is said will be 'passable' (ie. just one lane open in each direction as the other carriageway is completed) between Lesznowola and Tarczyn later this year. Good luck with that.

Below: looking towards Warsaw. Note the separated carriageways - the one to the left carries three lanes with traffic from the eastbound S2, the one from the right carries two lanes with traffic from the southbound S79 and the westbound S2 (so guess which carriageway will be more congested). They merge south of the viaduct that I'm standing on.

Below: the viaduct over the S7 - note the direction 'Kraków' still taped over.

Below: the slip road to the southbound carriageway also denies Kraków.

Below: Action sunset. For the first time, traffic passes under the viaduct. It's been a little over two and half years from the beginning of works - February 2020


The opening of the service roads on either side of the S7 will be of use to the local community. I must say, however, I mourn the passing of that short window when I could walk along them, unbothered by traffic. All good things must come to an end.

Two years ago:
Infrastructure delays everywhere

This time three years ago:
Let's stop spitting at the other tribe
[today, I'm still more inclined to say "fuck 'em".]

This time four years ago:
Progress on the Działka

This time eight years ago:
Changes to Poland's traffic regulations

This time 11 years ago:
Teasers in the Polish-English linguistic space

This time 12 years ago:
Summer slipping away

This time 13 years ago:
To the airport by bike

This time 14 years ago:
My translation of Tuwim's Lokomotywa

Sunday, 28 August 2022

The Bright Side

Most nights before I go to bed, I will open the front door and peer out. If there's a cloudless sky, and I can see stars, I'll go outside onto the balcony round the back of the house. Looking up, I'll observe the night sky for several minutes. Over the summer, on warm nights, I do this frequently. Once, I saw a meteor from the Perseid shower entering the earth's atmosphere; another time, I observed a satellite in orbit, moving from south to north. I have spotted and identified (using charts from Timeanddate.com) Saturn and Jupiter, Venus and Mars.

Yet try as I might, I have yet to see a black triangle, the size of three football fields, hovering silently 50ft above my head. I haven't witnessed multiple luminous orbs dancing in the sky or saucer-shaped craft performing manoeuvres that defy the laws of physics. And across in the forest next door, I have never seen any strange creatures with glowing red eyes moving stealthily through the undergrowth. 

These kinds of anomalous phenomena have evaded me somehow.

From time to time, I'll go for a walk in the dark - through the orchards and into the big forest at the top of the road. Entering the forest at night holds no terror for me. This is, however, something that evolution warns us against doing. Our imagination kicks in first. Nocturnal predators maybe on the prowl. But not today, not in my world. Living here, I know these forests, fields and orchards well. I see hares and deer, buzzards and pheasants, and once, I saw an elk. But there are no big cats, wolves or bears stalking these parts. Even humans are not to be seen round here at night - I've yet to run into one. Dogs I can hear barking in adjacent farms, but they are behind fences.

The night doesn't scare me - there are no demons lurking in the darkness. Just the same trees and bushes that are present there during the day - but with far fewer photons bouncing off them into my visual cortex. The familiar is not frightening. Familiar by day, familiar by night. And there's nothing that goes bump in the night, other than the refrigerator's pump toggling between on or off or the radiator casing expanding or contracting with a metallic 'rdank!'. 

I may never see a ghost, UFO, werewolf or hobgoblin; my own experiences of the anomalous reside exclusively in my subjective realm - dreams and anomalous qualia-memory flashbacks to another time and another place; both being products of consciousness. A consciousness, which - I hope - is increasingly open to the Cosmos, to spiritual inputs. 

We who seek God - or Purpose - or whatever we call this end-point of the unfolding of the Universe - all travel the journey in our own way. For some it is religious practice; for others - contact with the spirit world; others claim to have experienced contact with UFOs. (This isn't to say I don't believe in visitations from intelligent beings from other worlds - it's just that I've never witnessed one.)

I have always tended to look on the bright side of life, but not in a cynical way. Cynicism is corrosive. I am instinctively drawn to brightness; my favourite qualia experience is looking towards a hot sun in a cloudless sky, with a cool wind blowing in my face. 

I am not drawn to the dark side; yet night scares me not.

This time five years ago:
Waiting for the level-crossing barriers - Nowa Iwiczna and W-wa Dawidy

This time six years ago:
More Sandomierz photos

This time seven years ago:
All aboard the Gold Train rush

This time 11 years ago:
Dominicans at large, Służew 

This time 12 years ago: 
Late summer moods, Jeziorki 

This time 13 years ago: 
The next one hundred years 

This time 14 years ago: 
"What do we want? Early retirement!
When do we want it? NOW!"
 

This time 15 years ago: 
Twilight of Warsaw's greenhouse economy

Saturday, 27 August 2022

Bike ride to the Past

This is what it's all about! A cloudless sky, 31C, no rain predicted all day. Riding a motorbike in these conditions is pure joy. Jacket unzipped to scoop up the cooling air, this is perfect. Time, then, to go out hunting those exomnesial moments of past-life qualia congruence! And indeed, they came thick and fast! Below: round at Deke's place, Galatea, Ohio, 1952. All that's missing is the Schlitz neon.


[Kinda what I''m getting – AI-generated  image to my prompt.]


I have written often about the need to live in comfort (as opposed to luxury) – here's a village just south of Chynów – Wygodne – which literally means 'comfortable'.


Below: the landscape at the crossroads. South for Trzcianka, west for Zbrosza, north for Leżne – and east for Koziegłowy (lit. 'Goatsheads'). Orchards in every direction. 


Below: the reverse shot. Catching the vibe? I've Photoshopped a 1952 presidential election poster to make the scene complete.


I cross the Pilica at Warka, carry on briefly along the rather busy road towards Kozienice. Orchards are fewer south of the river – the Puszcza Kozienicka extends in a broad swathe towards Radom. Below: following the tracks – the Warsaw-Radom line between Grabów nad Pilicą and Strzyżyna. Does this road await asphalt, or will it be left like this to inevitably decay after a few seasons of rain, mud, snow, ice and thaw? 


Below: "It don't matter which way I'm comin' from, it's which way I'm goin' to." A quote from the greatest-ever biker movie, Kathryn Bigelow's The Loveless (1982). There's no rush. I rarely exceed 60km/h; I slow down to 30km/h as I ride through villages – not as much for safety, but to give the villagers more time to admire my bike.


Having covered 132km, I burnt four litres of petroleum, turning them into CO2 and particulates - for which I apologise to the planet.

Below: 
Back home in Jakubowizna, time for an evening stroll - and on the DK50 in Grobice, just after sunset, I'm still catching the klimat... "C'mon radio relay towers/Won't you lead me to my baby" – Bruce Springsteen, Open All Night.


This time two years ago:
Muscle memory

Thursday, 25 August 2022

Strange twilight

From yesterday, pictures all 'straight out of the box', i.e. the jpeg files with no tampering in Photoshop other than perspective correction. 

Shortly after sunset, I peered out into the garden to see a yellow sky. A storm is due... So here it is - the immediate environs of my działka. So weird, I had to capture this phenomenon on camera. Below: looking out my front door. 


Below: the street outside under a yellow sky. Attracting the strangeness from all around. "Dogs begin to bark/Hounds begin to howl/Watch out, strange cat people/Little red rooster's on the prowl"


Below: looking west towards Chynów. Almost as though lit by sodium.


Below: the wind is whipping up - the downdraft from an advancing deluge. But will it get here?


Below: looking east towards the end of Jakubowizna - where the asphalt ends and the wood begins. The sky is beginning to clear...


Below: looking west at the woods from the other side. The magic is passing; the spell it is broken. Seventeen minutes after sunset.


This time last year:
Ageing and the Ego

This time two years ago:
First inklings of the end of summer

This time four years ago:

This time eight years ago:
Short, sharp diet proves I'm allergy-free

This time nine years ago:
More photos from Radom Air Show

This time ten years ago:
Twilight on ul. Karczunkowska 

This time 13 years ago:
First hints of autumn in the air

This time 14 years ago:
Slovakia - we were not impressed

This time 15 years ago:
Jeziorki - late August cultivation

Wednesday, 24 August 2022

Inspiration

Many years ago, I had a dream in which I invented a ZemBord™, a wooden hemisphere upon which I could sit cross-legged, and rock gently in all 360 degrees while meditating. [The name is exactly as it was spelt and styled in my dream - Zem, not zen, Bord, not board, and the trademark symbol.] To my delight, my friend Richard B built me one! Sadly, it had one big drawback - its weight would indent any wooden floor, and it will not move on a carpet. It can only function on a smooth, hard, surface. And so it sat for a long while, unused, in my parents' garage. Now, it finds itself in Jakubowizna, in daily use, on a hard, smooth floor. Is it the only one in the world, I wonder?


I use it for back-extension exercise - lying down on it, my navel exactly over the spindle hole in the centre, I adopt a neutral position, hands clasped behind my head, legs extended. I then arch my back, lifting my legs so my thighs are no longer in contact with the wood - they curve upward and around, like a scorpion's sting. This has the effect of shifting my centre of gravity forward. Slowly; I start to rock forward, until the tip of my nose touches the floor. I hold this position for the count of five, before returning my legs to the straight position, rocking backwards as I do to the neutral position. I repeat this eight times - catch my breath - and do a second set of eight back extensions. I have to do this bare-chested; if I wear a shirt, I slide off! Recommended to me by Paul W. as a complementary antidote to doing plank exercises, I see online that these can be done on a large, inflatable ball. However, the ZemBord™ is clearly superior for this.

It is also a meditation aid, a place to sit and think, or just let the stream of consciousness go. And so it was last night, after waking up from a dream (phew!) and then not being able to return to sleep, that I sat on the ZemBord in the darkened front room. Suddenly - a flash of inspiration. Out of nowhere. Two entirely unrelated things linked! The triangular containers from Castello Danablu cheese (a dietary staple for me), and the moss that I had been cutting out from between the patio tiles at the weekend. And below, dear reader, is the result. Note the different colours of moss - the brighter green are from the patio to the east of the house, that get the least sunlight; the more scorched ones are from the southern patio, exposed to most hours of direct sunshine.


I was happy with the result - this is what I had been inspired to do while rocking on the ZemBord™. Now - I can see a whole world of interior decorating open up to indoor moss... I need to learn how to care for them... The six can be broken into two semicircles of three containers. To something - like this (below). Between them stands the Laibstein (from the German - Laib, loaf, and Stein - stone). A beautifully symmetrical and weighty ornament, found in a local field.


Returning to the subject of the ZemBord™, yesterday I watched a YouTube interview with Bruce R. Fenton (@GeologicalSETI on Twitter), about the mystery of tektites - in particular the ones found in the Australasian strewnfield, the result of an event that occurred about 788,000 years ago. Molten glass flying through the Earth's upper atmosphere cooled to form 'buttons' that look like the one below.


We know that they're not volcanic in origin (the strewnfield covers an area far vaster than any terrestrial volcano could ever reach, maybe about 20% of the earth's surface); they're not from lunar volcanoes (wrong mineral content); and if they were from an asteroid impact of this scale, there would have been a mass-extinction event - one didn't happen 788,000 years ago. Indeed, something else happened at that exact time - a series of rapid mutations in human genes which sharply increased the gulf between Homo sapiens and other primates. Bruce Fenton believes the two are connected.

The ZemBord™ is like a flat-topped button tektite; a dream that inspired me many years ago - synchronicities are everywhere, if you are open to them.

This time eight years ago:
Food shopping and dietary update

This time nine years ago:
Photos from the Radom Air Show, part 1

This time ten years ago:
Offloading PKP's risk at W-wa Jeziorki

This time 12 years ago:
Time to be stuffing yourself with fresh fruit

This time 13 years ago:
First notes of autumn in the air

This time 15 years ago:
Large spider catches fly

Monday, 22 August 2022

The Epigenetics of Thrift

I pull of a sheet of kitchen paper from the roll. Just the one sheet. I fold it carefully in half and wipe the sooty deposit from the bottom of a saucepan before placing the pan back in the cupboard. Cooking on bottled gas - filthy stuff. Were I to wipe this with a cloth, the cloth would be blackened in no time, the soot won't wash out. So kitchen paper it is. But - waste not, want not.

As I wiped the soot off the bottom of the pan, I unfolded it, and folded back the other way, revealing two more sides of unblackened surface, with which to give the pan a final rubdown. But there's still one clean side - so I use it to wipe down the window sill before finally discarding the sheet of kitchen paper into the black (mixed waste) bin.

A trait I have picked up from my father. An engineer, someone who survived the hardships of German occupation, the Warsaw Uprising and a prisoner-of-war camp - and then, having made it to a post-war London of austerity and rationing, he saved hard as a young married man for a deposit on a house, and was always careful with money and material things.

He'd make do and mend, repair and watch the pennies. As a youth growing up in the 1970s, I'd find this behaviour odd and different to my friends' fathers, most of whom had also gone through the privations of wartime. He maintained this approach his whole life, as though he realised that there was a greater reason for avoiding waste than just economics. 

I'm going that way myself. Count me out of the consumerist race to own more and more material possessions. Focus on saving money rather than making money - for the good of one's soul - and for the good of our planet. Making money just to squander it is a tremendous waste of effort. 

As I wiped the bottom of the pan, I wondered about the epigenetics of thrift. Had my father had a less materially challenging youth, would he have been so careful to avoid waste? I know many Poles, who, at the end of communism, threw themselves wholeheartedly into the consumerist lifestyle, as if to catch up with those decades of drabness. My daughter tells me of young people of her age, five or six years after graduating from university, who are earning 16,000 zł a month net, or who drive Porsche Cayennes. Their parents' generation didn't have the chance to wallow in materialism; they do.

So there doesn't seem to be a connection to be made here. Maybe it's not an epigenetic, but a spiritual thing.

Below: several days ago, I found a discarded pair of shoes beside the path from Jakubowizna to Machcin II. The shoes were worn right down, but the laces were still good - so I extracted them. Just what I needed - I had an old (1990s) pair of sneakers (below) which sat around unworn because the original rawhide laces had snapped, then snapped again; but now, with the found laces, the sneakers are back in service. Shame about the holes in the canvas. The sneakers may not represent Luxury, but they are Comfortable. Walking around in sneakers without laces, however, represents Discomfort - something to be avoided.


A propos of genetics, my brother had a DNA test done a few years ago, which showed that our father's Y-DNA haplogroup was I2a (subclade CTS10228). The I2a haplogroup is interesting, a very old European lineage - the phylogenetic tree goes right back the mesolithic period. Haplogroup I2a was the most frequent Y-DNA among western European mesolithic hunter-gatherers, found in 13,500 year-old remains in modern Switzerland. (About 15 years ago, I had a 'matching pair' of dreams of astounding clarity and emotional strength in which I was a cave-dweller living with a view of snow-capped mountains in late summer, the smell of the cave, burnt animal fat, dirty animal-skin bedding; very realistic, very atavistic.)

Connections across time, across space - we can be open to them if we cease worrying about material wants.

This time two years ago:
Between Warka and Radom - Bartodzieje

This time four years ago:
Purpose

This time five years ago:
Dreamscapy

This time seven years ago:
Sad farewell to Lila the cat

This time eight years ago:
Your papers are in order, Panie Dembinski!

This time nine years ago:
Topiary garden by the Vistula

This time 11 years ago:
Raymond's Treasure - a short story

Friday, 19 August 2022

Old soul, new challenge

It struck me while weeding my drive - I have long felt that I am living a successive incarnation on this planet, but for the first time, the planet faces existential threat. Well - not quite, it has faced it since 1945. But the Bomb is in the hands of a tiny number of powerful men. The control of the climate crisis are in the hands of about two billion consumers in the rich world.

Weeding my drive... Why am I doing this? Having spent good money building a gravel drive from the road to the house, I can see that weeds - rank grass, thistles, nettles and indeed actual trees - are taking over. As long as they're not too long, I reason. My neighbour suggested some carcinogenic brand of weedkiller - no way. I'll remove the longer ones by hand, along with their roots, and toss them over the fence into the forest next door, where they might have a chance to re-establish themselves.

Insects - this year, there has been no plague of Culex pipiens (Polish - komar, English - midge, gnat or mosquito - because of the ambiguity, I stick to the Latin binomial), nor of ticks. I discovered a colony of large red-bodied fire ants in the front garden, but persuaded them to move on using nothing more deadly than old coffee grounds from the cafetiere. Couple of flies in the kitchen, one spider in the bathroom - I can cope with these housemates - they don't bother me. Live and let live.

Scything the lawn around the house is a regular activity, an hour or so twice a week at this time of year, good exercise too. No ride-on petrol mower (de rigeur around here) for me. I could afford one but could only justify it were I to deny or ignore climate change. Which I can't.

But I must confess to burning fossil fuel...

The past few days, I've been out riding my motorbikes. The weather is ideal for it - hot and cloudless. Southern Mazovia just snaps me back to an American past life in the 1940s and '50s. The exomnesia moments hit me with a frequency I've never experienced before. PAFF! PAFF! PAFF! several times during a 20km ride. I know which stretches of road have that effect, the time of day that works best - and this is absolutely the right time of year.

Today, I filled up one bike, buying 7.12 litres of petrol, having covered 244.5 kilometres, which is 2.91 litres per 100km, or 97.1 miles per gallon, or 34.4km per litre. Which is not bad - but still I silently ask the planet for forgiveness as I make my purchase of fossil fuel. Note the low mileage. The motorbike is not an alternative to walking; rather it is a means of connecting my consciousness with its past incarnation, which in turn gives me clarity of vision and purpose.

This time last year:
What happened at Monks Wood

This time three years ago:
Loss, faith and consolation

This time five years ago:
Summer's wasting away

This time six years ago:
Warsaw remembers the PASTa building capture

This time seven years ago:
Drought. It was a dry summer.

This time nine years ago:
Warsaw's ski slope at Szczęśliwice

This time ten years ago:
On the road from Dobra, again

This time 11 years ago:
August storm, ul. Targowa

This time 12 years ago:
Warsaw Central's secret underground kebab factory

This time 13 years ago:
Cheap holidays in other people's misery

This time 14 years ago:
Steam welcomes us to Dobra

This time 15 years ago:
New houses appear in the fields by Zgorzała

Wednesday, 17 August 2022

First month with solar panels on the działka

At first sight, it looks really good - but then mid-July to mid-August is a sunny time of year...  According to the Solis app on my phone, my eight panels generated 304 złotys-worth of electricity in their first month of operation. I would estimate that during the six-month period between equinoxes, I could be looking at an average of 250zł/month on average (1,500zł), and maybe one-third of that during the dark months (500zł), so 2,000zł revenue in a year? Don't know yet - will find out.

What goes wrong? Two days ago, I had five alerts on my app ('Grid over voltage') between noon and 3pm; the sun is shining - but it's a public holiday, and the local grid is unable to consume the power that all the local solar panel arrays in the neighbourhood is generating. This is second day it happened (first time it happened - just the once - was on a sunny Saturday evening in late July).

Since 12 July, when the meter was switched to one that reads both power taken from grid and power fed into grid, I have used 69.0 kWh of electricity and sent to the grid 449.5 kWh. That's six and half times as much generated as used; my guess - to be confirmed over the winter - is that this ratio will be reversed when the heating is on (needed to keep the house warm, dry and damp- and mould-free). At the moment, I'm using less than 2 kWh of electricity a day (mainly laptop, lighting in the evening, hot-water heater for showers and washing up, fridge, kettle and oven). With six 750W heaters, I'll be using 3 kWh an hour if they are set to full, plus all of the above, so 74kWh a day - though I doubt I'll need all that power to heat all the time to keep the house at a just-about-comfortable 19C.

So it's too early to tell, but winter no longer holds no terrors on the działka - my solar panels are like a huge stockpile of wood built up over the summer.

People might question the rate of return, but I am satisfied that I have made an investment that above all is good for the planet; I feel that I am no longer dependent on fossil-fuel (although the electricity I will have pull down from the grid come the autumn and winter will be generated by coal, at least I am paying for it with solar-generated power).

Total cost of investment: 27,500 złotys; I'm expecting a couple of thousand back from the government at some stage (a nice-to-have rather than an expectation). So payback period could be up to 10 to 12 years. Will keep you updated as more data accumulates!

UPDATE March 2023: Since the installation of panels, I have received two tranches of 2,000 zł from the Polish government, reducing my capital investment outlay to 23,500 zł.

This time last year:
Qualia meditations

This time eight years ago:
Public and private land in Poland

This time nine year:
Two Warsaw sunsets over water

This time 12 years ago:
Farewell to the old footbridge over Puławska

This time 13 years ago:
Let's ban cars with engines over 2.0 litres

This time 15 years ago:
Ul. Kórnicka gets paved over

Monday, 15 August 2022

Mid-August photo catch-up - Jakubowizna

The next village south of Jakubowizna is called Widok - which literally means 'view', 'sight', 'vista' or 'scene'. Like Jakubowizna, the village is rapidly modernising - this is now the last remaining piece of traditional Mazovian village architecture left intact. Note the flowers in the window.

Near the top of the hill, the forest at the end of my road. The trees are less dense as a result of the logging that took place here last summer (see this time last year, below); some more trees are due for the chop (they have 'LP' as in Lasy Państwowe or national forests sprayed on their trunks in green paint).


Apologies to those who've seen this image on my Twitter feed, but it's so good, I have to place it here for posterity. One of the XII Canonical Prospects of Jakubowizna (though it's just round the corner in Chynów); just after sunset, the farm road running parallel to the railway line between Chynów and Sułkowice.


Below: on my way to the sunset, I passed this view - note the passing rain on the horizon streaking down on Piaseczno. The sun is now setting one hour earlier than at its latest in mid-late June.


Below: apples, soon. Not quite ripe; another good harvest - fingers crossed. No summer drought (we had one in spring that negatively affected the soft-fruit and berry crops). A good mix of sunshine and rain - we've been spared deluges, but with two or three prolonged showers a week interspersed with sunshine, the apples are growing larger and redder. So good to be here!


Below: yesterday's storm. I'm just outside my działka, watching as the leading edge of the front passes over Jakubowizna. From here, it's a 150 paces to my front door - I made it into the house just as the heavens opened. The lightning flash-to-thunder count got down to three before slowly becoming more distant. A brief (one second) power cut occurred at the peak of the storm.


Left:
self-portrait of my shadow on encountering an anomalous qualia memory moment. Looking into the sun, squinting slightly, the wind blowing in my face, and the act of placing my phone in the right breast pocket of my denim shirt, which felt exactly like it was a packet of cigarettes. The ground beneath my suede desert boots - a dusty dirt road, tan chino trousers. This is exactly how it felt before - and yet how could it? In these times of quantum uncertainty, anything is possible. Exomnesia, xenomnesia. Consciousness as a fifth dimension of spacetime? 

Saturday, 13 August 2022

Fifty Years with Virginia Plain

Somewhere in Pembrokeshire, south-west Wales, family holiday - hot summer's day, August 1972. I'm 14, and back from three weeks on Polish scout camp. We're in my father's company car (a metallic brown Ford Cortina 1.6 GL) my parents, my brother and me. The radio's on. Radio One. Suddenly - this: piano, wailing synth... sounds familiar - and yet unlike anything I've ever heard...



and my world is changed. Suddenly - a magical world has been created (or maybe recreated?) - the Past and the Future - merged. Fifty years ago today, Roxy Music's first single, Virginia Plain entered the UK charts. Hearing it for the first time, I recognised straight away, the sublime aesthetic. This was not one of those songs that grows on you. The effect was startling. I had to hear that record again! Fortunately, it was on high rotation and would be played over and over again, it would stay in the charts for 12 weeks, peaking at number four.

In a low-fi world of AM radio, the lyrics were never clear - half of them I wouldn't grasp until the advent of the CD - but the soundscape was spot on - the future as imagined in the past - the past as remembered in the future. Glamour, excitement, sophistication - intelligence - art. Stepping way outside the spirit of the age, as only David Bowie could back then. A song as unformulaic as can be - no verse/chorus verse/chorus middle eight verse/chorus  repeat-chorus-to-fade structure here - a song which ends with its title. "Far beyond the pale horizon/Some place near the desert strand, Where my Studebaker takes me/That's where I'll make my stand..." Instantly familiar - and yet... why? The imagery is Hollywood Americana, 1930s to 1950s (referencing Flying Down to Rio, made in 1933, and Last Picture Show, set in 1951). "What's real and make-believe" - indeed. What is real? What is make-believe?

On my return to London, back from the school holidays, a new term, starting the fourth year. I discover that Roxy Music has an album out, called simply, Roxy Music. The single Virginia Plain is not on the LP. A friend has it and tapes it for me - in mono. And that would really open the door to a new perception. Pop and rock had been an important and ever-present part of life since childhood, a shared soundtrack to growing up, but this was something I felt was uniquely personal.

But then looking at that week's charts, I can see that soul music made up one quarter of all the UK hits. And what classic slabs they were too - Al Green's I'm Still In Love With You; Roberta Flack's The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face; the Stylistics' Betcha By Golly Wow; Bill Withers' Lean on Me; Love Unlimited's Walking In The Rain With The One I Love; songs from Michael Jackson, the Supremes, the Four Tops, Bobby Hebb, Donny Hathaway and Roberta Flack, Chairmen of the Board; re-releases from Jackie Wilson and Mary Wells. Music that has stayed with me over the decades.

Which reminds me to remind my readers to tune in, as I do every week, to Yours Sinsoully on West Wilts Radio, live on Fridays (9-11pm UK time, 22:00-00:00 on the Continent), hosted by my classmate from Gunnersbury, MJDJ - two hours of classic soul/funk/R&B, with past shows available to listen to again.


This time three years ago:
Fifty years on, my last kolonia

This time nine years ago:
Grodzisk Mazowiecki's pretty station

This time 10 years ago:
Exorcism outside the President's Palace

This time 11 years ago:
The raging footsoldier - a story about anger

This time 12 years ago:
Graffiti and street art 

Friday, 12 August 2022

Food and frugality

Ev'rybody's talkin' about inflation/inflation's a popular word... It's 15.6% in Poland! Prices are going through the roof. Hang on to your money, people! Shop prudently...

Since the beginning of last month, on the działka, I started monitoring my food spend, keeping receipts and keeping a mental note of what costs what. I generally shop in the Top Market in Chynów, there's not a huge choice on the shelves (even compared to Jeziorki's local Lidl or Biedra), but I can get by.

The basics are bread, butter and cheese. With these staples, I can keep body and soul together for ages. Chynów lacks a bakery - supermarket breads aren't the same as a fresh loaf with warm crust, which you can almost eat on its own. So I choose rye breads in a bag with a sell-by date three or four days away, the sunflower seed variant being good. Lurpak, my spreadable butter mix is now up to 10.19zł (from 8.89zł in early July). Crispbread as an alternative is on hand - here I choose matzos from either Sonko or Polskie Młyny, the latter being crispier and cheaper. 

Cheeses - this is no city; the selection is slim. One I have in the fridge at all times is Favita from Mlekovita, which I call 'Fetadelphia'. It tastes like feta (it isn't - it's made in Poland of cow's milk, but is salty and spreads like Philadelphia cheese). It melts into cooking - I add it to my lentil stews - and is readily available in all village shops. My other cheese discovery is Castello Danablu Danish cheese - at 7.79zł for 100g the cheapest imported cheese with taste. A Polish cheese with taste (a lot like a mature Edam or Gouda) is Bursztyn, the six-month old version costing 10.39zł for 180g. Most Polish cheeses exist merely to keep bread apart in a sandwich and are called things like 'ser z dziurami' (literally - cheese with holes) and do not shock the consumer with qualities like taste. Big thank-you to my brother for both the large jars of Marmite, both limited editions (one is XO, the other with chilli); these serve as sandwich spread, as hot drinks, or as stock stirred into cooking.

Baked potatoes (peeled, halved, then in the oven from 40 mins to an hour depending on size) are another staple, lightly salted and eaten with butter and Fetadelphia or another cheese, or anchovy fillets.

Main hot staples are lentil and vegetable stews served with either basmati rice or bulgur wheat. The lentils are parboiled, then sautéed in a pan with onions, garlic, chilli and cherry tomatoes - sometimes with meat in the form of chorizo, other times with Fetadelphia melted in. There are variations - leeks often go in, fresh sorrel (when in season), anchovies, peanut butter stirred in, or red pepper. Sometimes green lentils rather than the orange ones, although they take longer to boil. Below: the signature dish, heated up for breakfast.

Cherry tomatoes are more than twice as expensive (13.79/kg) as the regular ones (6.49), but are tastier and more versatile, I can cook with them (as seen above), eat raw or use as a pizza topping (see below).

Ready meals - Dr Oetker's cheapest mushroom pizza, Rigga, is the standard, upon which I pile chorizo slices, anchovies, olives, cherry tomatoes and onion. Ten minutes in a pre-heated oven and ready. New this year is Thai chicken rice from Graal (from frying pan rather a microwave, which I don't have). Hortex dabbled with world-food ready meals last year, but have withdrawn this product line - Graal's ones stand more chance, being a slightly bigger portion (360g vs 350g), significantly cheaper (7.99zł vs 10.98zł) and ambient rather than frozen. While stir-frying the meal, I add vegetables such as red pepper and onion. A hot meal once a day is essential.

Beverages - I don't have an espresso machine on the działka, I have a cafetière, so there's no point of spending extra for Lavazza. Instead, I buy MK Cafe Premium, which is almost half-price compared to Lavazza in Chynów (23.99zł for 500g). Tea I drink exclusively with lime and honey; limes cost between 2.50zł and 3zł each depending on size and season; I cut in half lengthwise, then cut into six or seven half-slices; this is enough to flavour over a litre of tea. Sweeten with honey. Beer - three a week, usually something interesting from local craft brewery, Browar Perun (they have a stand at Top Market with a selection of interesting brews). Apple juice - I can buy a three-litre bag of juice made from local apples in couple of shops for 15.90zł or (more rarely available) a five-litre bag for 19.90zł. A portion is 200ml, so these last a long time.

From time to time I'll ride into town on a motorbike, but more usually I'll walk to the shop to get my paces in. There's something intrinsically noble about walking for my food and carrying it home on my back. And a very important point - I do not waste food. Nothing (other than banana skins and apple cores) gets thrown out. This - plus walking to the shop - means planning. "Shop often, buy less."

Fruit (other than bananas and limes) is local - from my garden or from neighbouring orchards (I have two rules here - never enter an enclosure, never pick apples off the tree - just pick up from the ground, or pick cherries or plums only from trees overhanging public thoroughfares). Cherries - wild and sweet; plums or different varieties, blackcurrants, blackberries. One season ends, another begins, the fruit is there from June (wild strawberries) through to November (apples, late raspberries). This means I can maintain an average of six portions of fresh fruit and veg. My diet is varied, hardly any meat, and frugal.

Running total for six weeks works out at an average of 31.50zł a day for keeping myself in food and drink (£5.70 at today's rate of 5.51zł to the pound). I will write a separate post about solar energy soon.

This time last six years ago:
W-wa Jeziorki new platform open

This time ten years ago:
Warsaw opens up the Vistula banks

Thursday, 11 August 2022

Older, wiser - more credulous?

As I get older, my ideas mature, my views become more nuanced and sharper. My assessment of situations is clearer, more level-headed, my intuition proves to be correct more often than when I was young. Swap my 64-year-old me for a 34-year-old-me? With that level of wisdom? No. Happier where I am, thanks!

I retreat from materialism. Having attained a comfortable standard of life, I'm not looking for luxury. I have no need for a car - a sports car or classic would be nice to have, but there's a planet to save. I have no desire to visit the world, nor to boast about having visited it. My ego is also in retreat; my consciousness is in the ascendant.

As a 34-year-old, I'd generally look up to politicians with respect. Today - most of them are younger than me (Kaczyński and Biden being outliers) - and I sneer at the vacuous pronouncements of these junior politicians, who were still in school while I was already making a living. I can see through their obvious lies. With a handful of notable exceptions, they fail to impress me. The current British crop of Tories is a particularly shameful shower.

My understanding of the world around us is greater than ever - the science of the subatomic scale through to the cosmic - yet I am painfully aware of how much more I have yet to grasp. Electricity - the phenomenon of electromagnetic radiation described by James Clerk Maxwell 160 years ago - still remains beyond my comprehension. Biology - the inner workings of the cell, protein, DNA - again, my knowledge is sketchy, but at least I know what I know I don't know. What worries me is how many folk have even less knowledge of the natural world or economics than me - and are allowed to stand as elected officials! But my frame of reference is how much more I know today compared to, say, ten years ago, thanks to podcasts I listen to, and thanks to Wikipedia. This I do rather than wasting time watching football or soap operas.

Science too is more humble as it retreats from the certainties of materialist reductionism; problems that were once thought to be an equation or two away are now understood to be fundamentally intractable. Reconciling general relativity with quantum physics has been gnawing away at physics since Einstein's day - is quantum gravity the answer, or string theory? What happened before the Big Bang? And then - what is dark matter than keeps galaxies rotating faster than they should given the mass in them? And what is dark energy that forces galaxies apart faster than they should given the mass in them? And of course - what is consciousness?

With more and more holes becoming evident in what was until recently thought to be materialist-reductionist certainly, people are looking elsewhere for answers. With 16 different interpretations of quantum mechanics out there, why not include God as a seventeenth?

Organised religion no longer fits the bill for many people these days. Yet the spiritual yearnings that drive some to seek solace in religious practice also cause those who genuinely seek the truth that underlies reality to look beyond reductionist science.

Could consciousness be a universal property, underpinning matter rather than being an emergent property of matter? Indeed, can mind affect matter? Could beings from other worlds, with advanced intelligence, be visiting our planet? How much strangeness is real? To quote retired CIA officer, John Ramirez, 'embrace widely but hold lightly' theories that at first sight seem weird - are humans bio-engineered hybrids? Can the spirit world communicate with us? Is Planet Earth a living, conscious, organism?

Twenty years ago, I was into a rational, science-based approach; I would have roundly dismissed such ideas. Today, I'm more open than even when it comes to at least considering new and fringe-y concepts.

This time last year:

Powerless

This time two years ago:
Kilometres of new asphalt

This time three years ago:
One man went to mow
[three years with my scythe!]

This time five years ago:
My father's penknife and airport security

This time eight years ago:
Post-holiday detox diet starts today

This time nine years ago:
Cycle ride up and down the S2 and S79 before they open

This time ten years ago:
Kraków and back in a day by train 

This time 11 years ago:
Fountains by the New Town

This time 12 years ago:
Old-School Saska Kępa

This time 13 years ago:
The land, the light

This time 14 years ago:
Rainbow over Jeziorki

This time 15 years ago:
Previously in Portmeirion

Tuesday, 9 August 2022

Evolved consciousness

Imagine an intelligent species a million years more advanced than we Homo sapiens are right now. Multiply every year since H. sapiens became an industrial species by 4,000. How many more industrial revolutions could occur in that time? How many generations would be born, discover new things and die over the course of one million years, passing on their intelligence and wisdom to the future?

On the cosmic scale, a million years is like nine-and-half minutes out of a 24-hours day. The Big Bang happened 13.8 billion years ago; the Earth formed around 4.5 billion years ago; fossil records of the earliest life on Earth go back around 3.5 billion years ago. 

Yet for us humans, a million years is ten times longer than the time it took us to reach this point where we are now from the beginnings of behavioural modernity - when we began to show first signs of abstract thought, developing art, music and dance, and the use of blades to kill and butcher animals.

Imagine us a million years from now. Give it a try. Imagine that the human species has managed to pass through the Great Filter. We've not blown ourselves up with nukes, we've not boiled our planet dry, we've not killed ourselves of with an out-of-control biological or physical experiment. Or been smacked into extinction by an asteroid.

What would we be like?

What would any intelligent species one million years more advanced than us be like? Mere survival is not enough. The shark has been around for 320 million years and remains an unsophisticated aquatic apex predator, little changed over a third of a billion years - because it was so successful at what it was doing, it didn't have to. So a jumping-off point is needed - the use of sophisticated tools, the harnessing of fire. Fire led to cooking; cooked meats require less chewing; weaker jaw muscles circling the cranium enabled to the skull to grow; bigger cranial capacity - more intelligence. A virtuous circle. How will that virtuous circle spiral upward to further virtue in future evolution? 

My intuition says that we would be more angelic, less barbaric, less prone to anger, less lazy, vastly more intelligent, better able to cooperate (without cooperation we'd not be as technologically advanced as we are). Starting with anger. Reactive violence is far more prevalent among our nearest living relatives, the chimpanzee and bonobo. H. sapiens is less ready to lash out at the drop of a hat; instead of reactive violence, we have developed proactive violence - institutional, cold, premeditated, organised. 

I would like to see the propensity to anger squeezed out of the human psyche. We do need to be able, however, to deal with human evil in a firm, resolute way. We have part of the answer - the Prisoner's Dilemma, which teaches us to get along with everyone until the moment someone does the dirty on you - and then you hit them, and keep hitting them until they return to the path of cooperation. This worked on Nazi Germany and Imperial Japan in 1945. The difficulty is in defining a) what constitutes a transgression and b) what the correct and proportional response should be. This is, however, a detail - though an important one. The crucial thing is that the moral arc of future human evolution continues to progress away from evil and towards good. We no longer bait bears or throw cats into fires for our amusement.

So far, I have been writing about the physical and mental development of humans as a species. But I really want to dwell on the future evolution of paranormal abilities.

Sceptics would argue that there are no such things as paranormal abilities. Proponents of the paranormal would say that they are - but can offer no real conclusive proof. Psychic researchers try to find these supernatural powers through experiments; many of us believe that there is something there. An intuitive feeling that mind over matter is real. An untestable hypothesis? My father's rhetorical question posed late in life - "why have I been so lucky" - is the clue - consciously wanting to be lucky is the answer. Not thinking "I want to be lucky" - but having an awareness of that desire.

I am assuming that mind over matter is real. A weak force, too weak to be recognised by the scientific method. But there, nonetheless. Could these evolve into something more powerful over thousands of generations? Genuine paranormal abilities manifesting themselves in greatly more intelligent, wiser, and longer-living beings - our future selves? 

We are developing the Internet of Things. Below is a smart price-tag powered by light. Not necessarily solar power - indoor light will do, thanks to the small perovskite cell, manufactured by Saule Technologies of Wrocław. A PKN Orlen petrol station in Piastów - is about to go live with a trial. Every item's price and stock code is stored in the cloud, and with a single keystroke, an operator can change the price on every shelf in every shop across a chain. And because these tags are powered by a renewable energy source, you don't have to change batteries every 18 months. Naturally, demand outstrips supply at this moment, but this (Polish invention) is the future of retail.

"You have the Internet of Things?" asks the Evolved Being. "We already have the Telepathy of Things."

Imagine being able to think price changes across the network instead of entering them via a keyboard connected to a computer linked to the cloud. "Prices? How second-millennium! We mutually intuit the subjective utility value of a product; the transaction occurs mentally." Imagine guiding machines by thought. But we don't have the physics! Give us a few more centuries, our physics will get there. The Ghost in the Machine. Mind-machine interface - wireless. Conscious management of objects.

I am slowly discovering the powers of my consciousness. Belatedly, but even so. They are weak, but they will grow in power from incarnation to incarnation. Biological and spiritual evolution happening together. 

This time two years ago:
Goodnight Belarus - may God keep you

This time seven years ago:
Motorbike across Poland to buy fine Polish wine

This time eight years ago:
Eat Polish apples, drink Polish cider

This time nine years ago:
Hottest week ever (37C likely to be beaten this week)

This time ten years ago:
Progress along the second line of the Warsaw Metro (now a normal part of city life)

This time 11 years ago:
Doric arches, ul. Targowa

This time 12 years ago:
A place in the country, everyone's ideal

This time 15 years ago:
I must go down to the sea again