Prison Smoking Ban

The thing that frustrates me the most about NZ politics in general, and this government in particular, is just how petty it is. They’ve just announced a smoking ban to go into effect in prisons. The line being spun is so disingenuous it hurts to read it:

Corrections Minister Judith Collins said the move was about improving health.
“Why is it that every other workplace can be smokefree except for Corrections? I find that unfair.
“Corrections is very well practised at dealing with people who have addictions and helping them get over them. This is a prison – it’s not a home.”
Though it has not yet happened, there was also a serious risk that staff or a non-smoking inmate could sue the department for not protecting their health.

Collins doesn’t care one tiny bit about the welfare of Corrections staff – pushing double-bunking and a sudden, blanket smoking ban is a recipe for riots, intimidation and worse. And fearing that someone could sue the department? That’s really a serious risk? Google doesn’t find much, even from the notoriously legalistic U.S. environment – I find mention of one case in Canada, where an inmate with asthma was not put in the agreed smokefree wing, and another also from Canada that I can’t find except behind the login wall at the Canadian HR Reporter from April this year:
“Galarneau said she was exposed to inappropriate amounts of second-hand smoke in various locations, including cell blocks. She said partial bans were ineffective because ventilation systems blew smoke around inside the facility.
But it was reasonable for CSC to balance employees’ rights to a healthy workplace with inmates’ rights to smoke in their living environment, found the board. The inmates’ successful court challenge – which pointed out no blanket ban on smoking had ever been enacted in Canada – showed CSC had to keep inmate rights in mind as it implemented the policy.”

Facts and context are in short supply, which is hardly a surprise. The mission of this announcement is to give the appearance of punishing prisoners: it’s a ritualistic act of ruthlessness towards a group who represent all the problems in our society. In other words, it’s an act of display magic by the local witch doctor, only much less useful.

And the followers are experiencing the desired emotional catharsis..

Yes, there are issues around smoke-free workplaces. I do believe all workplaces should be smoke-free. However, prisons are not ordinary work environments, but also living environments for people who have no control over their circumstances. Furthermore, the range of solutions is not a choice between “free-for-all” and “total immediate ban”.

It’s horrible policy, poorly implemented, and it will cause people to suffer while improving precisely nothing except this government’s image as “tough on criminals”.

But more than that, it’s just a small, petty, vindictive policy. It deserves to be thoroughly shredded by an active, querying media and a determined opposition. It won’t be, because NZ doesn’t have either of those things.

(The only academic treatment on the subject I can find is this article – the extract doesn’t say anything useful and my library doesn’t have access to the full text, can anyone see what it says?)

Over Film

I don’t watch many movies at the cinema these days. Time was, I’d see one a week, sometimes two. So much cool stuff to see and pick over with friends afterwards. Good times.

Now, not so much.

I find it hard to believe movies have changed for the worse. My peak moviegoing was in the cultural nadir when Independence Day and Godzilla were chart-topping extravaganzas. Nor a lack of choice – Wellington’s lost a few screens since then, but not many with the arrival of the Lighthouse and the expansion of the Penthouse and Paramount.

And I just don’t have much enthusiasm for filmic expeditions these days. I like it when films show me something I haven’t seen before, Inglourious Basterds for example, but I didn’t chase down Antichrist when that (incredibly) got a cinema release.

And now, the new International Film Festival programme arrived, and I can find precious little in it that calls to me.

What is up with me? Someone fill me with the romance of cinema again please!

This Tuesday is a rare cheap-film-night when I don’t have sporting commitments. Tell me, O sages, what is worth going along to experience? (See what’s playing in Wellington here.) Or should I just stay home and read a book?

All Whites Linky

It’s about an hour until kick-off of the BIGGEST GAME IN NOO ZILLUND FOOTBALL HISTORY

so here are some linky

Two that have been all over the place this week:
2010 technology, as it would be marketed in 1977

and The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Daleks

From Simon C, a great graphic showing the relative heights and depths of stuff.

Remember that paintball charity tournament with the cast of The Wire? Here’s how it went. With photos. Sounds… odd.

An impressive piece of journalism via Vivian who Malc and I met in Chicago, a 45-minute investigation into unscrupulous agents working in Africa selling unrealistic dreams of European football stardom:

via Jack, an image of the kind of parenting to which I shall aspire

The AV Club’s 26 Impulse Buy books worth keeping, including Why Cats Paint (et al) by legendary Kiwi cartoonist Burton Silver.

And finally, via Joe Murphy, choose your sperm donor by the celebrity they most resemble um what.

Saramago, Portugal

Been thinking about Portugal in the last couple of days, because of the death of Jose Saramago, and the impending departure from work of visiting Portuguese academic Rosa. I travelled through Portugal in October 2002 and it made a huge impression on me. I stayed in the country much longer than I intended, and was impressed by the massive diversity (both geographical and cultural) within such a small area.

“Portugal is cursed by God” – graffiti in Lisboa
“[pi]=3.14” – graffiti at the Ancora-Praia train station

Saramago was the source of my initial interest – the other moose loaned me The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis and it blew my head off. It also made me realize that I knew virtually nothing about Portugal, couldn’t even point to it on a map. And this one of the great powers of the age of exploration with colonies all over the world – a faded light, Ricardo Reis suggested, lost in an unarticulated sorrow.

“We are a sad people” – Tanya, a Portuguese girl I met in Lisboa, October 20th, 2002.

Saramago is probably my favourite author, inasmuch as I have a favourite author; I’ve enjoyed every book of his I’ve read. Their clever, magical concepts are expressed with a distinctive, embracing style, the kind of style I need to fight to kick out of my own writing for weeks afterward. More than this, however, what I think of when I think of Saramago is compassion. This is of a piece with his high concepts and his style – his authorial voice is embedded in the text, allowing the reader to sense his great compassion for his characters, and by extension, for the human condition.

That first Saramago book, Ricardo Reis, introduced me to writer/poet Fernando Pessoa, whose Book of Disquiet I read while travelling through Portugal. The straight-faced melancholy of the book served as counterpoint to everything I saw and did.

“Life is whatever we make it. The traveller is the journey. What we see is not what we see but who we are.” – Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“I say grab life with both hands” – text received from my friend Alastair while in Portugal.

Sing This Song Linky

Comic Sans defends itself.

Ten minutes of Arnie quips:

Smarthistory, a very neat interactive textbook thingamy on the subject of art history. Inspirational.

Via the Grauniad, a handy Kiwi-friendly world cup wallchart, explaining what this game that doesn’t involve an oval ball is all about. Amusingly out of date – the NZ score for each game was pre-filled as 0.

A family photograph themselves over 30 years.

Via Evie, giant packing-tape cobwebs.

The cliffhanger ending of the cancelled Little Orphan Annie newspaper strip. It is waaaay crazier than you will expect.

Former host of From The Morgue, David Ritchie, talks up phones-as-platform and related stuff, in this short presentation from the last Ignite Wellington session. Isn’t he a dapper chap?

Via hottieperm, and somewhere else I can’t remember, Bad Postcards

The worst book covers in Scif-Fi and Fantasy

And finally… a music video that you will never forget: Cathy Don’t Go

(Once again via Dangerous Minds. Sooo much good stuff there.)

Belated Bloomsday


Speaking of Ireland: yesterday was Bloomsday. I forgot. At least Marilyn didn’t. (Story behind pic at Dangerous Minds.)

Last year on the day after Bloomsday I linkied Ulysses Seen, the outstanding webcomic + discussion version of Ulysses. It has been in the news a bit lately for being available on the iPad only in censored version. Recent developments have Apple deciding a bit of nudity is acceptable after all. Ulysses – still controversial after all these years.

More neat Bloomsday linky at another Dangerous Minds post. Why aren’t you all subscribed to that blog already?

Bloody Sunday

Back in ’04 we went to Derry. (That’s my photo above.) Met with far-uncle Hugh, who lives there still and sent a lovely gift for our wedding. Hugh’s father (my great-grandmother’s brother) was in the Easter Rising; I’d known this, but talking with Hugh, and wandering around Derry, gave it some more context; getting a better sense of the hard road Ireland has been down this last century.

We visited the scene of the Bloody Sunday massacre, and stopped in at an information centre, a spartan and simple hall with lots of material crammed inside. They obviously didn’t have much money. What they wanted was justice; what that would imply varied depending on whoever you spoke to, but what everyone agreed on was an acknowledgement by Westminster of the wrongs that were committed, and an apology for them. The Saville Inquiry was long underway (and indeed we wandered through the Guildhall where it was held) but there was little confidence that it would deliver what was hoped. They carried on nonetheless, hoping for a peaceful future for Derry. (I can’t recall for sure, but my memory tells me that the centre had volunteers from both sides of the Catholic/Protestant divide, people who want to move beyond the divisions of Republican and Unionist.)

Yesterday the Saville Inquiry’s report was released, and Westminster – in the person of British PM David Cameron acknowledged the wrongs that were committed, and issued an apology. It was an unequivocal acceptance of horrific wrongdoing and unwarranted state violence against innocent people.

My friend natural20 is my lightning rod for Irish politics – he always has something useful to say about what’s happening there. Over on his journal, he and his commenters express amazement and approval. Says one: “Never thought I’d see the day.”

It’s a great day. Ireland’s Troubles were brutal and real and founded in layers of historical injustice, exacerbated by contemporary violence and confounded by self-interested politics. Ireland has slowly been unwinding the barbed wire of history from around itself, moving cautiously towards peace. This is a major symbolic advance. This is a milestone in a wider and longer process, and while we haven’t heard the last of Bloody Sunday, the conversation around it will now have changed irrevocably, and for the better.

It’s a great day because of what it demonstrates. The Troubles in Ireland echo the problems in many other parts of the world. What we’re seeing, grindingly slowly but genuinely, is proof that these problems can be resolved. Perhaps the grinding slowness is inevitable; perhaps every day of atrocity requires a decade’s hard work to unpick; but the fact remains that Saville’s report, Cameron’s words, and the new mood in Ireland show change can happen.

It’s the best news I’ve heard all year.

(The Bloody Sunday information centre has, if I’ve followed the information trail correctly, developed into the Museum of Free Derry.)

I Am Become Dad

The cat is out of the bag. (Poor cat, stuck in that bag!) Cal and I are having a baby.

morguecal baby FAQ:

1. SQUEEEE!
That’s not a question, mum, but I’m glad you’re excited.

2. When is it due?
December 15, so even odds say it’s gonna arrive on Christmas day.

3. Is it a boy baby or a girl baby?
We dunno yet, too early. We’ll probably find out though, so we know whether to decorate baby’s room with pink butterflies wearing make-up or blue trucks kickboxing each other.

4. So this is why you moved to the Hutt?
Surprisingly, no. We found out the day we moved. We came out here to get a dog. With baby-future, we made sad and difficult decision to postpone dog a few years. Sorry Gusto, lovely SPCA dog we were thinking of adopting. It was pretty heartbreaking actually. (Happy ending: Gusto has been adopted by another family and is presumably now very happy with them!)

5. That house in the Hutt is pretty spooky, isn’t it? What with the instant connection and the family history and making you magically pregnant the day you move in?
I know right!

6. So… how does it feel, being a dad-to-be?
Good. It feels really good.