OperationChase!

I consider myself something of a paradox in my approach and attitude towards life…

I am very logical in my planning and organisation of all things around me, yet I am often highly spontaneous in my decision-making and in embracing my adventurous nature. It is something that puzzles yet pivots me perfectly between order and disorder on a weekly basis.

 This coiled contradiction within me sprung to life again this week.

Whilst watching the mens’ Olympic Triathlon, within which Team GB’s Brownlee brothers podiumed (yes, ‘podium’ is now a verb) with gold & bronze on Tuesday morning, I felt compelled to get back into my fitness game and possibly tackle a triathlon myself in the near future. Just a fleeting thought that I shared with a friend before grabbing another handful of nachos and flicking over to watch another event during the London 2012 gold rush…

However, later that day whilst floating around Facebook I spotted an Amnesty International advert for last-minute discounted entries for the London Triathlon… Taking place next month! Needless to say my interest was aroused, and I threw an email straight through to Amnesty’s fundraising rep to find out more. It turns out they were happy to pay my full entry fee as long as I was able to meet a lofty target of £400 in fundraising!

Ah. This is where that familiar reality of logic clashed with the spontaneity of desire, with the realisation that I had only 6 weeks to train for a triathlon and to raise £400 in funds! And all to be fitted in between working two jobs and, of course, a highly distracting social life…

So this demanded some consideration, however I knew that once the seed had been planted there was little chance of turning down the opportunity lest I feel a huge sense of regret come the day of the event on September 22nd…

So the race against time has commenced. My registration has since been submitted, training buddies have been recruited, and OperationChase has begun.

I hope to and intend upon reaching the £400 fundraising target, of which I shall split 30/70 between the local Sheffield Amnesty Group that I work with and the Amnesty International UK Charitable Trust respectively…
I’m sure you’re aware of the admirable work that Amnesty do in fighting for human rights worldwide, and they continue to protect people wherever justice, fairness, freedom, and truth are denied. We would love and much appreciate any donation you can contribute to the cause.

Here’s my justgiving page…

www.justgiving.com/DanielJB

Thank you.
Daniel Bowen

Starving Billionaires and Victoria Falls.

Two brutal dictators. Two very different stories.

Two news stories from the same page on the very same day, in fact.

The good news; Charles Taylor, the former president of Liberia, was sentenced to 50 years in prison for his countless atrocities that took over 250,000 Liberian lives between 1997 and 2003. Mass rape, enforced child soldiering and enslavement are also listed upon his crime record.

Excellent news, of course, in the sentencing of a prominent war criminal whilst other tyrants such as Ratko Mladic await their verdict and wanted fugitives such as Joseph Kony are hunted down. 

The bad news; Robert Mugabe, the Zimbabwean president accused of ethnic cleansing and election-rigging whilst overseeing the  country’s super-inflated economy, has been sought as a ‘leader for tourism’ by the UN’s World Tourism Organisation.

Yes, the United Nations. The same international body that presides over nations’ cooperation in law, security, economic development, human rights and, ultimately, world peace. All ideals that Mr Mugabe doesn’t seem to care too much for upon researching his record as president, which includes;

-          Being named as one of the world's ten worst dictators by Amnesty International in 2004.

-         The undertaking of Operation Murambatsvina (English translation: Drive Out Rubbish), in which as many as 700,000 people, according to UN estimates, lost their homes and/or livelihoods amidst the government’s program of mass forced evictions in 2005.

-         The 1983 and 1984 “Gukurahundi” massacres of over 20,000 Matabele citizens of Zimbabwe committed by the Fifth Brigade of the Zimbabwe Army. 

-         Presiding over an economy whose inflation rate soared to an unimaginable 231,000,000% in 2008, that produced the infamous 100 trillion Zimbabwean dollar banknote, and plunged into 80% unemployment.

Hardly a prestigious portfolio to qualify this 88 year old, who is ironically still bound to an EU travel ban himself, to champion his country’s prospects of boosting their near-redundant tourism figures. It almost defies all moral and ethical principles, let alone logic, in handing such statesmanship to a man of his reputation. Does the UN really believe that tourists would appreciate the welcomings of a travel ambassador with such blood stained upon his hands? 

British MP Kate Hoey, chair of the parliamentary group on Zimbabwe, said: “For a man who has destroyed his country’s infrastructure and cynically engineered hunger to be an ‘ambassador’ for tourism is disgraceful – particularly as he has been personally responsible for the downward spiral of the economy and destroyed the tourism industry in the process.” Canada have echoed these sentiments by duly withdrawing themselves from the United Nations World Tourism Organisation, with their foreign minister John Baird citing Mugabe’s recommendation as the ‘last straw’ in Canadian participation at the UN body.

And what of Zimbabwe’s citizens? Dewa Mayhinga, of the civil society organisational body ‘The Crisis in Zimababwe Coalition’, commented “It boggles the mind how the UN could appoint Mugabe as an ambassador of any sort. It sends the wrong message to Mugabe that he is now acceptable to the international community”. 

The furore also brings further questioning of the UN’s credibility and its double standards of recent times, such as the striking contrast in their speed of intervention within the Libyan conflict to their current neglect of responsibility within Syria, and the perpetual absence of a global Arms Trade Treaty.

The UN have since released a press statement reassuring the media that Mugabe has not been appointed in any fixed capacity, but the symbolism of his advocacy within the international community will remain an ugly stain upon their judgment and moral standing.

The Food Chain.

Amidst the low-key publicity of last week’s National Vegetarian Week, I found myself reflecting upon my recent decision to abandon my carnivorous instincts and go vegetarian. Okay, pescatarian. I continue to eat fish, but have decided to give up the taste and texture of chicken, beef, bacon [I miss you] and the rest for the peace of mind that they intruded upon…

Cue the common question that greets this declaration… “Why?!?“. A fair question I guess, especially from a male friend surprised to hear that I’ve given up that most macho of food products, juicy protein-enriched MEAT. Well here’s the answer…

Giving up meat has been on my mind for the last two years, ever since reading up on the meat industry and spending a month following a raw vegetarian diet at a Portuguese eco-project. I became educated to the dark side of meat’s mass production, whilst also witnessing the positives of a vegetarian diet in real practice. But I wasn’t ‘brainwashed’ or even ‘converted’, as once I’d left the project I slowly slipped back into eating meat as I had done previously. But the seed had been planted, and the quandary grew…

Because I still had some reservations to the whole idea, and wasn’t completely sold to dropping a lifetime’s staple food at the drop of a hat without giving it due consideration. My prime obstacles to vegetarianism were namely; the possible deficiency in protein intake [“what would happen to all my muscle!?”], a lack of variety in my meals & diet, and my own ideas regarding our traditions as a human race in eating animals’ meat. And it was the latter, more ethically-focused, issue that tipped me over to ‘the green side’ as I began questioning the way in which today’s meat is prepped and processed in comparison to the hunting and cultivation of our past.

For the manner in which the average portion of meat reaches our plate is now so far removed from the reality of an organic food chain that even its packaging feels unnatural. Rather than receiving our meat from local farms that nurture and cultivate their own stock to sell on to the community on a small-scale level, we now source an extensive proportion of our meat from industrial-sized cattle markets or chicken coops. Where the animals are fattened up with corn against their dietary habits, and are injected with growth hormones and immunisations to protect them from infectious diseases which thrive within such small confines. The whole process conforms to our false economy’s emphasis upon yield, to the tune of ‘pile them high and sell them cheap’ with very little consideration given to the ethical and ecological cost of its sourcing.

So this is why I find the romantic visions of our homo sapien ancestors hunting and cooking their game in such stark contrast to the way in which we can now buy our processed meat online and have it delivered without leaving the house. Never mind the fact that only a tiny proportion of people will ever kill an animal for themselves during their entire lifetime. I have personally skinned and dissected a chicken myself, and that was a graphic enough experience without the trauma of killing it in the first place.

 

But what about fish? Well, I believe the way in which we go about catching fish is much more in touch with the average man by both method and practice in comparison to the manner in which land mammals, e.g. cows, are farmed and killed. Here is an exercise in case; Question 1: how many people will readily go out and kill a cow for dinner? Question 2: how many people will happily go fishing and eat their catch of the day? My guess is many more raised hands for question 2. Of course, I’m aware there is fish-farming on a large scale, and that trawler fishing can cause damage to the sea’s habitat; but fishing is now the last real remnant of the contemporary Westerner’s idea of ‘hunting’ in its real form. Kids are brought up fishing with a net or watching their father fish a line at the river, yet how many kids will be willing to witness or assist Daddy kill fowl for their Chicken nuggets?

And there lies my fundamental reasoning... Our disconnection from the food chain, and the conscious ignorance of our meat’s sourcing with every single bite. So just imagine linking back into this cycle, and sourcing dinner for one’s self; whether it be rooting for potatoes, picking out salad, fishing for mackerel or slaughtering a pig…

Enjoy your meal.

Daniel Bowen

Dignity.

An old Irish proverb tells us that
“it is in the shelter of each other that people live”. 

You’d hope this rings true today in contemporary Britain, but does it? When you see people sleeping rough on the street or begging for change, you question who is looking out for those at the margins of our society.

Because the homeless have no-one to shield them from their poverty; no shelter to take refuge from life’s storms. They are ultimately left with no hiding place, exposed to the world with what little they may have for all to see, yet ignored by passers-by and forgotten by the state. You may recognise them with a rugged backpack full of possessions, maybe even a pet to feed, and carrying the burdensome stigma that goes hand in hand with being homeless...

That false yet fabled stigma that they are all alcoholic, drug-abusing, dirty criminals scrounging off the rest of us ‘hard-working model citizens’. But may not this flippant and ignorant perception of the homeless apply to individuals across the board? The idle neighbour drinking at home living off undue benefits, or the chief executive sleazing around with his shareholders’ trusted funds are but two examples. Of course, there’s no denying that a number of homeless people find themselves out on the streets having lost everything due to alcohol or substance addiction, or possibly as a result of a criminal past. But there are also all those without a home having experienced financial difficulties following a business failure, faced housing difficulties after losing a job, or as result of violence or family break-ups that left them cast aside. Each and every one of us regret certain decisions in our lives, just as they do, but they are the ones sitting out in the cold for their mistakes or misfortunes.

And the cold pavement is no place to sit around, as the homeless’ exposure to the public and the elements take their toll in making them vulnerable to illness, verbal abuse, and physical violence. Indeed last year’s riots inflicted a great stress upon Britain’s homeless amidst the chaos, as does the merciless winter freeze each year. Furthermore, this poverty is compounded by a hunger, lack of hygiene, and a solitude that compounds their struggle to survive. For the public eye sees them as a nuisance littering the street, and this is what they shrink down to; an inconvenient and invisible truth lost amidst the high street’s commerce and commotion as their pleas for help fall on deaf ears…

For what they want is their voice to be heard. And what they ask for is enough money to survive. But what they need is support. We’re told that charity begins at home, and the street is the home of the homeless, so let’s start there. Perceptions and prejudices die hard, but no longer should people divert their paths to avoid the guilt of ignorance, no longer should shops’ adverts avert our eyes from those less fortunate, and no longer should people look at a street seller as if he is selling Nazi propaganda. Because there are avenues offering a way out of poverty, providing a step in the right direction towards better health and housing, with homeless support agencies catering for their needs. Offering them the stability to rebuild their lives, the opportunity to earn their own income, and the help needed for them to help themselves.

So the rest is up to us. To open doors and to welcome the homeless into a more inclusive society, free of prejudice and prejudgment, that gives them hope for a better future. We may not be able to house them ourselves, but what we can offer is the social support that allows a route back into employment, and provide them with a hand up, if not a hand-out. Indeed, Jesse Jackson, the American black civil rights leader, once commented that “you should never look down on anybody unless you’re helping them up”. It is now upon our streets that this sentiment must echo.

Daniel Bowen.

A healthier planet starts here.

Try throwing a book, any self-respecting book, into a bin…

It’s near impossible to do, isn’t it? Because a book has its own story. Its own history. Its own soul. Once it is read you leave your fingerprints upon it, and in turn it imprints itself upon your mind. And once tossed aside it remains alive, seeking another mind to enrich should you decide to clear some space upon your shelves during a ritual clean-out…

But rather than throw it to the trash or try to re-sell it for pennies, why not donate it to Healthy Planet’s BooksForFree initiative? Healthy Planet is a not-for-profit organisation, managing volunteer-run BooksForFree projects that take in public donations, publishers’ surplus, and unsold books from charity shops before giving them away for free. Really. You can walk into any one of the initiative’s nation-wide stores and feel free to take up to three books, free of charge. Regardless of whether you’re donating your own books or not; as the project works to the classic tune of supply and demand, receiving a bag-full of books one minute before passing the same books on in their threes to a new home soon after.

As this is essentially what the project is all about, keeping books in circulation by extending their lives beyond the Kindle revolution and away from the scrapheap. Giving the book another pair of eyes to entertain, another mind to educate, and another set of hands to nestle into whilst converting your own trash into someone else’s treasure. But you needn’t think that you’ll only find old wives’ novels upon these generous shelves, as they are stacked high with fact and fiction, contemporary titles, timeless classics, children’s favourites and even those pricey university textbooks. However this plentiful supply isn’t exclusive to books, as BooksForFree also cater for magazines, Videos, CDs, Audio Books, DVDs and even the old record to complement Dad’s dusty collection. So why not bring the whole family along…

You may well discover their true shopping personalities, as reading the stores’ scattered signs signalling the 3-book-maximum will instantly divide customers into either Camp X’s astounded “three for free??” or Camp Y’s covetous “what, only three?!” responses. As it is a strange concept to grasp, especially when approaching the counter where you find yourself confronted by a donations box in place of a cash register and receive a bookstamp rather than a receipt. You can even return your ‘purchase’ at any time free of receipt squabbles, creating some form of library-shop hybrid without the loyalty card. This makes up a refreshing anomaly within the average shopping experience, noticeable for the distinct absence of cash transactions, chip & pin machines, and promotional offers.

For today’s businesses set a price for everything, but know the value of nothing. And this is how BooksForFree distinguishes itself, as it recognises the value of a dust-ridden literary classic but refrains from barcoding it with a price. It is simply stamped with Healthy Planet’s logo complete with a discreet request to “Pass me on when you’ve finished reading me”, and it becomes a priceless entity. And this collection of entities combine to create a project that provides a contemporary outlet to the cyclical nature of the purchase and disposal of goods, whilst being sustainable in tackling the world’s financial and environmental problems.

For these threats are posing ever more questions to our economic evolution, and projects such as this may prove to be part of the solution.

Follow this link to find your nearest store, and be part of the solution;

http://www.healthyplanet.org/projects/books-for-free.aspx

Daniel Bowen.

A new breed of rebellion?

Rebel (noun);

• A person who rebels.
• A person who resents and resists authority or oppressive conditions.
• A person who refuses to conform to the generally accepted modes of behaviour, dress etc

Despite the above description that would suggest otherwise, the modern day rebel has now taken on a whole new meaning, image and associated attributes. No more does the word inspire images of violent and passionate protestors in the street defying the authorities, but rather that of a confused teenage tearaway orchestrating meaningless juvenile antics and shenanigans. The current perception of a rebel as a mischief-making nuisance therefore lies in stark contrast to the word’s previous association with that of a threat to normality or as an agent for change.

So who now constitutes anything resembling a modern day ‘rebel’ as perceived in the press or in social circles? And how would you describe a rebel in contemporary terms? Well how does this fit...

He or she is likely to be wearing a hoodie loitering around a street corner, consuming excessive amounts of alcohol and/or drugs whilst indulging in casual sex and violence during late nights full of wrong-doing and ASBO-worthy activities. At least this is the exaggerated image conveyed by politicians and the press as they complain of youth crime and anti-social behaviour amidst these raucous ‘rebels’. But what if said stereotype is now the norm, simply a product of contemporary society? Not so much a rebel, but a mindless sponge just absorbing its conditioned environment, and soaking up all that’s wrong with it. That being the excessive bacteria of trashy entertainment output, advertising overload, and the ill influences of modern media we are all susceptible to. And all of this in the absence of any real cleansing influence in the form of respectable role models for the younger generation to look up to as politicians seem sleazier, families more fragile and celebrities forever redundant of any moral guidance.

As a result, these wrongly tagged ‘rebels’ are drawn into a numb state of conformity and consumerism that is currently bombarded into our surroundings, encouraging a blend of compulsiveness and impressionability that only furthers their vulnerability to such an environment. Television tells them that casual sex and violence is okay, so it’s condoned. Marketing and advertisements tell them that buying is always good, so they consume. Fashion and music media tell them what’s ‘cool’, so they conform. Admittedly these individuals I am currently referring to will not possess all of the above traits, but what is clear is that such people can in no way be classed as ‘rebels’…

So who can now be genuinely classed as the modern-day rebels of contemporary society? Faced with this new generation of reactive conformists cultivated in such a conditioned environment, who’s resisting?

Well what if those who have previously been mocked and lazily branded as ‘hippies’ or ‘liberals’ were now the true rebels within modern society... What if the modern common perception of rebellion as a somewhat negative or aggressive trait was flip reversed into that of a positive force for well-being and progress. And so the stereotyped ‘hippie’ characteristics of having respect for the environment, genuine concern for others, engagement with spirituality, unconventional dress sense, autonomous thinking and alternative lifestyle patterns suddenly seem revolutionary. For what the mainstream may languidly disregard as ‘weird’ or ‘offbeat’ ideals are essentially core altruistic principles that are more pertinent than ever when considering our current cultural corruption. Environmental upheavals, blind consumerism, conditioned conformity, moral bankruptcy, and economic woes are all staring us in the face and so it is necessary for us to step out of our comfort zones...

And there are a number of ways in which this is achieved… It may include buying from independent stores, being environmentally responsible, giving to charity, spending sustainably, eating ethically sourced foods, the avoidance of dressing like a chain store mannequin, and taking the time to gain a perspective from our rushed lives. These are all manners of resisting the contemporary societal ills that plague us, and the transition is a smooth one should you believe in their underlying meaning and purpose. For living according to the convenience of credit, fast food, supermarkets, and the media’s latest take on the ins and outs of fashion may be the easy option, but it also makes taking the alternative route so much more appealing and rewarding. Such simple, considered and positive behavioural patterns can immeasurably stunt the current lifestyle trends that threaten to completely distort our already fragile cultural and environmental health. A form of rebellion that barely even makes sense considering how principled and fundamentally benevolent these actions are in everyday practice, and how idealistic they seem in the rough and tumble of contemporary society. Some may label this outlook and approach as a rosy form of everyday ‘culture jamming’, but it may be better perceived as taking civil disobedience to its most civil form.

And this resistance can only be reinforced with the open-minded, proactive and creative thinking that goes hand in hand with this new alternative breed of rebel. No more the glorified flag-waving or banner-bearing activism in the street, but rather the unassuming and undervalued actions of those simply living the change they want to see in the world.

Dan Bowen.

The Summer Bubble

Summer Camp. Never Never Land. A Working Holiday…

Whichever way you want to look at it, it’s a funny old place. Where else do you find 50 adults and 200 children living together within communal living spaces and dining upon questionable food? Well, apart from the average British school obviously…


The summer camp setting cultivates a complex environment where the outside world fades to a distant existence as an invisible bubble encapsulates its latest residents in a crazed cauldron of youth, enthusiasm and awkwardness. The summer begins in biblical fashion, no not with Adam & Eve’s nudity (that would be considered ‘camp inappropriate’), but rather more akin to Noah’s nautical antics. 50 random twenty-somethings collectively thrown in the deep end with the expectation of building a raft capable of weathering two tempestuous months of challenging children, dubious dinners and…each other. Team-building exercises suddenly seemed appealing…

But, in truth, the group gels pretty quickly despite the crazed myriad of nationalities, languages, accents, and cultural norms that inevitably go hand in hand with international summer camps. And even though the group is made up of similar-minded people, each individual brings a different set of cards to the proverbial table; whether it be a funny accent, a drinking game, some strange bodily attributes, or a weird sense of humour. Indeed, living amongst such a crowd screams for punchlines to inadvertent jokes as you objectively witness ‘a Kiwi, an American, and a Scotsman walk into a Croatian bar…’ or reinforce pre-supposed stereotypes as an Englishman happily sips his imported PG Tips. Even more amusing is hearing some people’s distorted accents after a summer spent in the company of a newfound foreign friend.


So how does this bunch of individuals streamline into a team so smoothly? This process is definitely aided by the social lubricant of alcohol in combination with the much-anticipated once-weekly 24 hours off duty. That time of week when females look prettier, males make an effort to smell that little bit better, food becomes tastier, and the alcohol tastes sweeter. Night-day trips may include checking out a neighbouring city, cliff-jumping at a national park, group kayaking some white waters, or simply indulging in some late night drunken antics. This is also the day of reckoning for the weekly enthronement of ‘that guy’; the he (or she) that, after a long week of trials & tribulations, decided to have five beers too many and earn oneself a few funny photos and a hefty hangover to remember the weekend by. But we also return to camp with the newly scripted stories, newly founded friendships (aww), newly-purchased matching accessories, and of course the ‘consummated’ romances from that manic day release.

However it then quickly dawns on these new couplings that they’ve now effectively been fast-forwarded to marriage and kids as they are reunited with the campers and the oh-so-intimate camp grounds. This is when the sanctuary of the staff lounge comes into its own, for never has a key for a glorified crack den become such a prized asset as in the wake of a weekend off. And for those romances that managed to dodge the spotlight during this period, they must take their relationship covert once back at camp in order to outmanoeuvre and outlast the inescapable gossip loop. Even the slightest hint of ruffled hair, a love-bite, or a sighting of a male counsellor and a female counsellor whispering to each other arises a suspicion that quickly escalates into some pretty interesting rumours / filthy fabrications; “Russian chaperone retrieves condom supply in a teacup for Welshman” anyone?

Moving on… Aside from the fun and games, what about the work? Well, this would include more fun, and more games. The nature of the work undertaken at camp, at surface level, is very appealing due to it being outdoors, active, social, alternative and liberal in contrast to the 9 to 5 jobs many of your friends may be grinding through at home. You cannot really complain of work-related stress when your prime duties for the day include teaching windsurfing or football to a bunch of kids on the Adriatic coast or in New England, USA. But dig deeper, and you can definitely appreciate the mental and physical demands of the job as the staff are entrusted with the responsibility of supervising, teaching, entertaining, and even parenting these children 24 hours a day, 6 days a week. The job soon becomes a perfect paradox of fatigue and fun, as the counsellors mask their exhaustion with enthusiasm with the aid of some much-needed caffeine and camp depot.

This fatigue and frustration may become too much for some as the quite literal ‘cabin fever’ suddenly sets in, where the bubble becomes a boundary with no escape route from living in close quarters with the same people day in day out. The time continuum warps as minutes drag to hours, hours become days, and days feel like weeks whilst your personal space seemingly dwarfs in the company of these needy kids and relative unknowns. Simultaneously, the outside world’s current affairs become secondary to the internal disputes and discrepancies that make mountains out of molehills amongst the staff ranks. Yet, just as suddenly, the fever will cool off alleviating your anxiety levels and downgrading your stress to that of questioning which mystery meat will be served at dinner or which boardies to wear with this t-shirt.

And whilst on the subject, image and appearance also takes a sharp twist once within the camp gates, with some interesting clothing combinations that will challenge contemporary fashion norms. Tie-dyed shirts and sweatshirts, bandanas, capes, casual cross-dressing, body-painting, optional showers, no make-up, males walking around topless, pyjama bottoms, and customised wife-beaters... Would these really be socially acceptable should you wear them down your local high street? There’s no doubt that they should be, I mean who doesn’t appreciate a good tie-dye, but we’re unlikely to see Armani stock a range for the foreseeable future.

This future then suddenly becomes a reality as the season finishes in a frenzy with the closing night staff party, and is followed by the inevitable farewells of the morning after. Everyone stands around nursing their hangovers as they reflect upon the hectic summer blur of crazy campers, early wake-ups, hilarious night-day trips & in-jokes, and those moments that you can’t quite remember but will never forget. Emotional goodbyes, prospective reunion and visit vows follow amidst the final embrace with those people who you’d only met some nine weeks ago. The very same set of strangers that quickly became a group of friends that hadn’t yet met...


Dan Bowen.