UNITED NATIONS DAY
Every year I try, for personal reasons
linked to my birth, to pump myself up with bubbling enthusiasm for the only
real inclusive international organization that exists in the world today. It is, after all, the only forum in which the
so-called democracies and the bloody awful dictatorships can blend their voices
and come to conclusions based on the UN Charter which, after bloody all, every
single nation has signed before it is allowed to join.
And every year my enthusiasm becomes more
and more forced as the terrible reality of the leaders of our world
flamboyantly failing to work together for good (thank you Ruskin) becomes more
and more apparent.
Syria, for example shows up the frustrating
pointlessness of diplomacy. It is very
easy to paint China and Russia (and one or two other nations that I will not
pollute my mouth or rather my fingertips with) as the “Baddies” in the Syria
Saga – and indeed their actions seem to me to be contemptible.
But the “Goodies” are secretly delighted
that those two nations stymie all attempts to actually do something about the
crisis because then the Goodies would have to be seen to do something. Which they don’t want to do because they are
terrified of getting themselves involved in yet another insoluble situation in
the East.
So our Foreign Secretary wrings his hands
and sheds crocodile tears, as he and our country do virtually nothing as our
hands are tied as resolution after resolution in the UN is vetoed. And tens of thousands of Syrians die. And the situation of the surrounding countries
gets ever more perilous.
However, what would the situation be like if
there wasn’t even the fatuous game show of the United Nations in New York to
allow at least a little of the animosity to be released in words and also some
sort of diplomacy to exist, even if the absurd posturing of diplomats is like a
particularly arcane version of a Japanese Noh play.
One comes back again and again to the
wisdom in the old saw, “Anything is better than nothing” so, yet again, I will
contain my scepticism (nowadays bordering on downright disbelief) and continue
to celebrate the organization which, although it shares my birthday, is older
than me. I wish it well and I wish it
was well!
My OU material is now officially lost. The faint hope that it might be lurking in
the recesses of the Post Office here in Castelldefels has been extinguished and
I will have to wait for replacements.
As well as being United Nations Day it is
also the day on which my OU course web site opens. The computer, as you might expect, is an
essential tool in the make up of the course.
Tutorials, essays, information, exercises and group work all rely
heavily on the computer. The range of
information and the access to the OU electronic library links each student into
world class learning resources. I find
it quite disconcerting, so it must be absolutely terrifying to neophyte
students who are not fully computer literate.
It is an adventure!
The web site has revealed that all of the
printed material also exists as PDF files and so I have been trawling my way
through and found myself being alternately being delighted and appalled by what
I am going to have to do in the twenty weeks following the start date on the 3rd
of November.
I have been allocated a tutor – which makes
everything much more real.
The deadlines of submission dates for tutor marked assignments have been set.
The date of the examination is set, though not where I am going to take it.
The OU system is gearing up to get going and then it should carry you along (in theory) and spit you out the other end with a number of credits which you are then able to add to, and finally create, a degree for yourself.
The deadlines of submission dates for tutor marked assignments have been set.
The date of the examination is set, though not where I am going to take it.
The OU system is gearing up to get going and then it should carry you along (in theory) and spit you out the other end with a number of credits which you are then able to add to, and finally create, a degree for yourself.
Toni’s contribution to my study has been
the purchase of a book. Yes, Toni has
actually bought me a book. I got him to
write this fact on the flyleaf and sign it!
“Mil Obras Para Descubrir El Arte” is one
of those large heavy Larousse books into which you can screw legs and use as a
table. I love it – even though the
actual writing is in Spanish. My Spanish
vocabulary to describe painting, architecture and music keeps on growing –
though it has to be said that some of the words are as useful as the Italian
that I know from Operas!
We went out for lunch in Sitges – a lunch I
might add that seemed good value when we looked at the beguiling list of what
we would get for our €12.50, but which turned out to be almost double that by
the time we had a drink and a cup of coffee with the meal. The swine even charged for the bread! And our sea view was limited!
Having had a fairly substantial meal at
midday we do not want to have a festive meal this evening so we are finally
eating part of the Red Cross parcel that Toni’s mum left us which consists of a
lentil concoction in a glass jar. We
will accompany this with a cream cake with a candle in it surrounded by thawed
out red fruit and topped with vanilla ice cream. I know how to celebrate!
I had an email from one of my ex-colleagues
in the school on the hill who has a disturbing facility for remembering people’s
birthdays. She remembered mine – and I’m
not truly convinced that I even told her!
Creepy!
I’ll end where I began, railing at the
infuriating character of the human species.
I phoned up the Philatelic Bureau to
question the non-arrival of a set of stamps that were issued in late September. I was told that everything is late and that I
shouldn’t worry, my first day cover would get to me to due course. I then said that I would like to put on
record my gratitude to the Bureau for their gift of a free album complete with
pocketed pages for the collection of Gold Medal Winners. It seemed to me to be a piece of simple
courtesy for a generous gesture. I was
told my the operator to whom I was speaking that the “gift” had been the subject
of complaints!
I didn’t ask what these complaints were
about the “gift” that they had been given, I merely sighed and thought of
United Nations Day. If the giving of a
gift caused complications how the hell did that organization get through a day
without bloodshed!
Makes you think!
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