Friday, 7 October 2011

Steve Jobs: honouring his vision


Steve Jobs died.  The announcement happened whilst I was asleep.

I found out during my morning scan of Facebook, which was full of messages about Jobs and his sad passing.  It is testament to the man that so many felt a connection to him.
 
Amongst those messages, a friend commented that he had had 20 friends comment on Steve Jobs’ passing that morning; yet only 2 had ever commented on the East African famine.  There was a list of replies; people commenting on Jobs' vision, the connection to him that they felt thanks to the sheer might of Apple’s presence in the world and their lives, the fact that he was a visionary individual and, sadly, the fact that Africa too often has famines.

The comment, and its responses, made an instant impact on me and I too responded:

“No doubt Steve Jobs was an amazing man, and his passing is sad, but somewhere in the last 10-20 years we've lost our perspective.  We’re all obsessed with these marvellous technologies which allow us to connect so much more easily with each other and yet at the same time it feels like we’ve lost a little of our humanity.  Myself included.  Imagine the money that could be raised if everyone who mentions Steve’s passing made a small donation to the famine? I’ll start : )”

And do I did.  I am not an Apple fan, but I have always loved to hear Steve Jobs’ speak and I was reminded, as I made my donation, of his oft-quoted “Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me… Going to bed at night saying we’ve done something wonderful… that’s what matters to me.”

I like to make on-off donations to charity in honour of someone I know who has died and it seemed fitting to help change another’s life in tribute to a man who has changed so much of our lives.  It honestly did not strike me as a contentious comment but, apart from my friend and a couple of other people, it felt like my comment was the Facebook equivalent of farting in the middle of a crowded room!  Later in the day, at work, the subject came up again and it seemed that my farting problem had followed me to the office…

People were very determined on three points:
  1. Famines are always happening,
  2. They donate to charity anyway, and
  3. The fact that they felt compelled to comment on Steve Jobs’ passing was proof enough of their humanity. 
Oh, and I shouldn't comment, in any way that could be deemed negative, on this wonderful technology... technically four points!

Well, the process of embracing a vegan diet had certainly opened my eyes to the levels of ownership that we in the Western world should take for the suffering that occurs in other, less fortunate, parts of the world.  People can argue all they like about corrupt regimes and natural climate change but we have long meddled politically (and have some responsibility on that level) and our extreme consumption certainly isn’t helping climactically – don’t get me started on how many people we could feed and how much we could help the environment if we weren’t all so obsessed with this culture of dairy and meat and pre-packaged, fast food, out of season convenience food!

And again, I am a guilty as anyone.

Secondly, I wasn’t disputing people’s charity, but when we have so much, surely a small affordable contribution isn’t too much to suggest?   A step towards saving a life, in memoriam to another one lost.

And finally, our humanity vs our technology.  This one has my brain really ticking over.  I don’t deny that I love technology, I am a complete geek!  And I would argue that it enhances my life: I read, I learn, I teach, I watch, I play, I communicate, I craft, I design, I share, I could go on and on.  I also have a very full life and a family that I adore: I aim for balance.  I don’t always manage it, even though it is a conscious thought; sometimes the next blog, the next article, the next video, the next… is just too tempting to ignore.  I don’t watch the news on the TV or read newspapers any more, my news comes in three line, black and white text soundbites on my phone.  Famine in Africa? Tragic, but my finger flicks to the next story on the list - and this is the problem.  Ease and simplicity can remove us from the colour and complexity of life.  Certainly I feel for the people caught in a hideous situation, I have humanity for them, I have thought countless times “I must donate something”, but I got caught up again in my bubble.  This is a recent phenomenon: in 1984 during the Ethiopian famine, we didn’t have the level of technology we have today and thus we relied more on traditional news sources.  Who can forget the images from that year?  Who can remember them and not still be moved?  How do you translate that depth of feeling into a text soundbite on a smartphone?  I learnt to knit properly that summer as my Mother, my Grandmother and I sat and knit tiny jumpers for tiny children in the hope that they spread love and hope and ultimately saved a life.  We saw, we felt, we reacted, we got involved, perhaps we even made a difference.   



When I first heard of the famine this year, I wondered if the programme still existed, if I could tease my very rusty knitting skills into a sweater or three.  It took a few searches to find the programme (actually the same charity, still going strong!) and those that might want to help and don’t know where to look, go to Knit for Kids.



But back to Mr Jobs.  He was undoubtedly a great and good man; he believed in getting involved, in connecting the dots, in living each day as if it was your last and acting accordingly (I’m so glad that if yesterday had been last day, I could have gone to my maker knowing I did a good thing) but he also started a technological revolution that is, in some respects, at odds with all of that.  

In an article for ABC News, Susan Donaldson James discusses Job’s beliefs, his undoubted affinity with Zen Buddhism, and the effect that it had on his work, life and the Apple products.  I quote the final paragraphs of the article:

“But the irony of Jobs' spirituality was that as much as it reflected the most beautiful aspects of the products he made, those very "machines" have in some ways enslaved a generation of users, according to John Lardas Modern, a professor of religious studies at Franklin and Marshall College in Pennsylvania.
Jobs made computers and hand held devices that have allowed people to become "disembodied" on a certain level -- "to escape and transcend the mundane reality of bodily existence," according to Modern.
Such spirituality begs for freedom from the trappings of tradition, he said, but they have a down side.
"These machines are amazing," said Modern. "For the last 12 hours, I have been seeing people on Facebook and Twitter in praise of how the devices he made allow ease and convenience and empowerment."
"I love my iPad, precisely because it feels like an extension of my mind and I can't live without it," said Modern. "The irony is, these products ground us in a chair behind a desk, behind a computer and in a sense they have pushed us inward -- and you don't have physical connections with others."
"It cuts both ways," he said. "
©abcnews.go.com
Our communications, our connections, are increasingly virtual and if our connections to the people that directly matter to us are increasingly virtual, how much further removed are we from starving strangers in a faraway land?  How do we relearn to connect?  It can be done, as the recent riots in London proved.  For good and bad, our new technology can be a very powerful tool, if we learn to use it right.
People say that Steve Jobs was a visionary; I am certain that that vision was not only for an easier and simpler world, but for a better one too.  Mourn the man, his passing and our loss, but do so in a way that carries on his whole vision.  Use his technology to the total sum of its capabilities and let it help you truly connect, learn, live and make this world a better place.

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

"To be is to do." ~ Nietzsche

"To do is to be." ~ Kant
"Do Be Do Be Do." ~ Sinatra

I am, I sure as heck have been doing, and who can resist a good sing'n hum in the process!

Not only do I have the lining and interlining pieces now cut out for the Dinner Jacket;
I have cut out the the pattern pieces for the 10yr old's costume - I don't recommend pink children's scissors for that job!


I took an hour out yesterday to give a crow a top hat and decorate a Halloween bucket, my friend Grahame's 44th birthday present has a "Grown Up Trick or Treat" theme to it this year.



I've started on the Dobe's costume too.  To be honest, I have cheated on this one (shop bought and, technically, I lied when I confirmed that I knew it was unsuitable for a child under 36 months!) but getting her an outfit is one thing, bribing her enough so that she's happy to wear it is a whole other matter.  I have prepared well... this year we have both time and treats!


and, my bones arrived!  I do get stupidly excited, but they just reinforce the whole "other-worldy" aspect of my Victorian costume.  This is good though, I am over the hump of nerves and just want to crack on with it now; the boyf has already been told that the dining room and I are both out of bounds this weekend ;o)


Monday, 3 October 2011

Budget Meeting Bliss!


Sometimes budget meetings are good... I figured out the Halloween party menu this morning!

Sunday, 2 October 2011

Good Lord! It's October already!

It's left me in a bit of a panic... our Halloween party is now only 20 odd days away.  We have so much to sort for the party; I have the 10yr old's costume to make; the Dinner Jacket has me sufficiently nervous that I keep putting it off, but I don't have enough time left to do that any more; and the LBD may not have made it to one party, but I have the Charity Ball on the 15th for which it would be good and it is now so firmly on my internal to do list, it will be a distraction till it's done.

So, tonight I got busy... randomly so, but I'm going with something being better than nothing! :o)


I have taken the skirt off of the LBD; it is now back to a bodice and I have more fabric to play with.

I then moved on to the Dinner Jacket.  Taking measurements from the mock-up I have placed an order for the boning and some white boning tape.  Hopefully this will be with me mid-week.


I amended, and trimmed, the necessary pieces from the Dinner Jacket, based on the pinned mock-up that the lovely Mrs B and I produced.


I then cut out the lining pieces, I've picked a cream cotton; the same colour as the twill skirt.


After the lining was all cut, I started to mark out the pieces on the interlining.  I am using the left-over canvas from the Corset project.  I am marking out the pieces as the top fabric will be basted to it before I start to construct the jacket and as the canvas will be the main structure of the jacket, I want this to be as accurate as possible. 

Finally, I decided on a name for Dolly - who sits by the sewing machine happily watching me fuss - she is called Fryda, from "fryd" the Norwegian for "joy".   

At 9.30pm I called it a day.  More tomorrow.

Saturday, 1 October 2011

The LBD Shelf Bust Build

Sometimes you have to listen to the voice, even when its saying "Get Up and Sew" at 6.30am on a Saturday morning!  And that is how I found myself cutting strips out of the last 1/4 yd of black faux silk and doing what I love, playing with fabric!

A simple waistband/belt was not good enough, a cummerbund a little less so... I really wanted to replicate those beautiful 50's bodices with the curved waistband detailing.


Somewhere in the back of the brain I'd got a plan and so this morning, green tea in hand and the Rugby World Cup on the TV, I cut and pinned and sewed.


The tulle skirt keeps getting further up the skirt!  I left it in place to use as a marker pinned individual 2" wide (4" unfolded) strips into place, following the curve of the bust.


Three layers later, I hand stitched these very lightly in place, a stitch every 2-3 inches and as hidden as possible.


The final layer was triangular, at the top of the bust it covers the other pieces, tiding them up.  At the front it crosses over, rather like a waistcoat would; and at the base it will line up with the belt which runs under the rest of the bodice.





Three hours (and we won the rugby) later and I have a finished bodice.  I just have to figure out the skirt now.  There is, however, a little nag at the back of my mind... the tulle.  The more I do, the more I think about a full silk skirt.  Problem is, the boyf keeps saying the same thing too - he just doesn't like tulle! - and whilst I will sometimes ignore myself, I can not ignore the both of us.  I have a feeling this dress is going to go through a great deal more before I'm done with it.  

It wasn't going to happen before tonight though, so as penance for his seeds of doubt, the boyf took me dress shopping!

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