What a gift! It’s always such a treat to feel moved to tears!… I met Olivia only for one evening recently but felt a great rapport. And this morning she woke up with the above lines and I cried my heart out over her poems – in German and also English and French! They are soo ‘spot on’. I feel soo alike!
By the end of the month I should be getting data to get back to my professional life with zest. Maybe my heart will feel less strained while my mind dances along its analytical brain pathways instead of following its calls for passion…
I am practising my ‘software-aided thinking’ alternating between Word and Excel for a ‘betting king’ and his programmer who give me a chance to demonstrate my particular approach to number, time and measuring. Hence I trust that 2015 WILL be a year of breakthrough for my professional life with zest.
Regarding my social life with meaning, I can only hope that this case will become the breakthrough we’ve been working towards:
Barnet County Court
It took me quite a while to get my head, heart and strategic thinking in line with the necessities to respond to calls for court proceedings in the case of a Russian mum whose two children were taken by Barnet Police on 11 September 2015.
On 05 September they had been recorded by the police when they reported the crimes they have experienced as victims and witnesses. Too terrible to read about. But when you watch and listen to the children, you cannot but believe them. They are 8 and 9 years old and very articulate indeed. The brother confirms what the sister says independently. They are consistent all along – ever since they first started to talk while on holidays and then at the Police.
On 17 September, they were recorded to have retracted their allegations…
I ‘assisted’ as McKenzie Friend with the preparation of 2 of the 3 court hearings at Barnet County Court:
Judge Vera Mayer who had also decided over the fate of Melissa Laird (deported so that her son could be kept for adoption) first decided to reserve the case for herself.
She also only allowed one McKenzie Friend to accompany the mother.
She didn’t allow others or the public into the gallery. As if Sir James Munby never announced that the secrecy of family courts should be lifted!…
On 23 December she passed the case on to Mrs Justice Pauffley as if it was habitual for judges to do so…
Nick McKeown wants to redefine the internet by thinking about its essentials: the forwarding rules for data packets. I reported about his remarkable lecture on this blog and wonder when I will be able to let him know how my numerical metadata could make a difference. But there is no point doing it before I’ve got the algorithms ‘black boxed’ such that open source developers can make good use of it.
I am redefining disability by using Nordic walking sticks rather than crutches.
I am redefining ageing by doing hot Yoga regularly since 2006. 502 classes in London and some 100 classes in Berlin when I cared for my mum.
In my scientific work, I am re-defining too much, as a journalist friend pointed out to me. Well spotted!!!
If Einstein had had access to a computer, he would have found what I discovered thanks to my ‘software-aided thinking': metrology is the missing link between mathematics and physics. He wrote: As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain; and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality.
At CERN where I used to diagnose software, science starts with theories and experiments are carried out to prove them.
Even in other sciences, men want to match their own models with their own data as proof.
All our teaching is book-based. In Western languages that means reading from top left to bottom right as a ‘visual bias’ and linear expression of thought.
We are living in a world where ‘power’ is defined by men who are in positions of power in organisations that run along male ideas.
Academic and commercial culture foster competition rather than creativity.
Only Connect by Ian Hamilton Finlay (Photo credit: yellow book)
I am blessed with a very special friend who most generously invites me to exquisite restaurants and special cultural events. Last night she had picked Poetry & Medicine at Kingsplace where I had not yet been.
Four poets and a ‘moderator of conversation’ made me realise:
the mind will pause when it absorbs poetry rather than prose;
poetry is healing, as its beauty transcends the ‘ordinariness’ and speed of prose;
its beauty comes from the specialness of a narrative, from paying particularly focussed attention, like in prayer;
the wonders of words, the rhymes and rhythms, the evocation of images and, ultimately, touching a chord inside – that’s poetry for me.
It’s this touching that made me have tears in my eyes and shivers down my back last night. It’s the re-membering of feelings and moments that is healing – especially relating to the pain of losing loved ones. It reminded me of the most remarkable poems my mum had collected for her children – for they had given her strength in difficult times – beautifully handwritten, in a special book.
The dinner in a restaurant where only waiters serve who speak at least five languages, topped the evening of re-connecting with a most dear and special friend.
John Burnside who had worked in IT for 10 years, spoke about ‘authorised knowledge’ which made me appreciate why I know what I know, once again, from yet another angle! Next, I shall dig into my ‘poetic prose’ and upload it to The 3d Metric Universe. What results of a glorious evening!