HEALTH & WELLBEiNG: Wellness & Woo

Uh-oh…

My mum knows I’m suffering with both physical and mental health issues. Every now and then she’ll suggest stuff, intending to be helpful (I suppose?), some of which I have real issues with.

One such occasion, years ago, involved her gifting me a book by Louise Hay. I’ve blogged about this elsewhere. Sadly, another similar instance has come up, just yesterday.

This time it’s ‘earthing’.

This relatively recent fad is based on the idea that modern life disconnects us from nature, and that that’s bad for us. In some ways I agree with this. But as we unpack the ideas peddled under the concept of earthing, we’ll get into separating the wheat from the chaff.

I’ll start with something about modern life that undoubtedly does illustrate how we have learned to manipulate nature such that we can be said to deviate from the natural order: light.

Our ability to control elements of our environment such that we can create light when naturally it’s dark have masses of implications. Some obviously beneficial (we can do stuff at times we couldn’t before, thereby getting more done), some potentially harmful (we might do too much, or at the wrong time, damaging our health by not getting enough or the right kinds of sleep).

I recently read Why We Sleep, which discusses some of the science around these ideas, and how light relates to our sleeping patterns, health, etc. So far so good.

But the trouble with pseudoscience, which we’ll come on to now, is that it conflates genuine science (or sometimes just vocabulary borrowed from science) with pure ‘woo’, or – to be more blunt – bullshit.

And earthing very much falls into this category, along with homeopathy, and the aforementioned Hay’s lunatic ideas on the mental causes of disease.

When I got my mum’s message, suggesting I look into earthing, I did. And this is what I found.

I’m not a scientist, by profession. But I am a rational materialist. And when it comes to attempts to explain reality, I trust science in a way that I don’t trust appeals to the supernatural or pseudoscience.

If my car breaks down, I take it to a garage, not a faith healer. If my body is malfunctioning, I look for help to medical science, not witches, shamans or priests.

This philosophy applies to mind/psychology too. I try to ‘heal myself’ by recourse to hard won knowledge, not airy-fairy superstition.

Language can be used to clarify. Or to confuse and obscure. Specialist languages have the potential to do both simultaneously; they may clarify for the initiated, whilst bamboozling the layman.

Public figures like Deepak Chopra – who is one of the folk billed on the promo material for the film whose poster tops this blog entry – strike me as being fashionable quacks. They borrow the language of contemporary science to peddle ideas that, in actual fact, fly in the face of genuine science.

And earthing is one such idea. Sure, barefoot contact with natural surfaces, as pictured, is a lovely experience. But the pseudoscience of earthing is pure bullshit, as science minded debunkers of the idea make clear.

I can’t be arsed to run the arguments I’ve read over again myself, here. Hence my use of links, to folk who’ve actually done that hard work already.

Speaking of links, and the subject of this post, here’s a more general one on pseudoscientific woo.

NB – A good rationalist review of the movie promoted by the image atop this post can be read here.

HOME: New Bed Linen

This arrived today.

I bought us a second set of ‘Pomelo’ yellow/white bed sheets, from Dunelm. They arrived today.

I wanted to have more of the cushions matching. And this was one way to do it. Alas, they don’t seem to sell the cushion covers separately. I think the non-Pomelo ones should all be matching, white or beige/cream. That’s a goal for another time.

Wow! So much brighter.

One thing that’s very striking is how much brighter the new bed linen is. I wonder, can the old bed linen be washed in such a way as to restore some pizzazz?

HEALTH & WELLBEiNG: Survival Mode, Again…

On Saturday last I did a short shift. I came home with energy to spare. Very unusual lately. I even started working towards the renewal of the west-facing wall in shed #1

Then, on Sunday, I slipped back into utter exhaustion mode. I’d intended to work in earnest on replacing the side of the shed. But… not a chance!

I was in bed, sleeping on and off, all day. I tried a short spell downstairs. Managed about 45 minutes. Then back to bed. I’m so tired that sleeping a lot on and off during the day isn’t adversely affecting my ability to sleep at night.

The way I see it, I’m back in basic survival mode. Fortunately the depression element has lifted somewhat. So whilst I’m past tired, and not happy to be unwell, at least I’m not suicidally depressed at the moment.

I watched a bit of snooker yesterday, including the live final between Mark Shelby and John Higgins. I do find snooker a therapeutic thing to watch. Calming. And esp’ so when I’m too tired even to read.

It’s Monday now. I had two shifts booked. But I’ve cancelled the second/longer/later one. Frankly it’ll be a miracle, feeling as I do, if I can do the afternoon one.

But economic needs dictate that I work as much as I can manage… so, we shall see what we shall see.

MEDiA/BOOK REViEW: Das Reich, Max Hastings

The title of this book is, I feel, a tad misleading. As a good deal of it is more about SOE, British/Allied special forces, and French Resistance, operating behind the lines, than the infamous SS Das Reich!

Still, whatever it’s about, it’s a fascinating and well-written work on a very particular period and events, including the appalling massacre at Oradour Sur Glane, with which subject The World At War TV series so memorably commences.

One criticism I have, which has several interconnected strands, has to do with the class to which Max Hastings himself and a good number of the public school educated British ‘cast’ of his subject belong.

The self-love and self-regard of all elites is always rather unctuous and not a little odious. And when Hastings rhapsodises over numerous toffs, playing at war, esp’ when it’s real and costs theirs and others their lives, it’s hard not to wince a bit. 

A secondary point arising from this is the possible overstatement of British/Allied efforts, and a concurrent downplaying of the French natives’ own efforts. But rather than going over all this here, I’d urge the interested reader to simply try Max’s book, and decide for themselves. 

The ostensible story simply traces how Das Reich, pulled out of their role on the Ostfront, start out resting and refitting in Southwestern France, are then tasked with fighting insurgents, and finally head for Normandy, in the aftermath of D-Day. And how the aforementioned insurgents, with help from Allied agents, seeks to impede their northward journey. 

Max Hastings.

Definitely worth reading.

I found it a fascinating and exciting, well-researched and written, and – despite Hastings slightly patrician establishment vibes – pretty well-balanced account of a very interesting episode in the Normandy (and beyond) campaign. 

NB – This is a pretty old (as in years) review, which, for reasons unknown to me, never made it on to my AQOS* mini-military blog. So rather than leave it languishing, I’ve put it up here.

*A Question of Scale.

MEDiA/FiLM: G. I. Joe, 1945

An interesting WWII movie, partly about Ernie Pyle, the famous war correspondent, but even more so about the American ‘grunt.’

Robert Mitchum is great, as Lt. and later Capt. Bill Walker, and Burgess Meredith (aka Penguin, from the Adam West Batman!) is terrific as Pyle.

Shot in black and white, and incorporating some real war footage, where appropriate, this is propaganda. But it’s of a much humbler and grittier type than your normal patriotic chest-thumpers.

I really enjoyed this film. It’s intriguingly different from – as well as also sharing many aspects with – many other more genre type war movies.

For example, we hardly see the actual enemy. Modern war movies often make a point, sometimes rather laboured, of showing both sides. This film is resolutely all about the G.I.

It also focuses on the North African and Italian campaigns; the defeat at Kasserine Pass, and the protracted muddy, bloody siege of Monte Cassino. Again not areas addressed by too many other US WWII films.

They use Pyle’s wartime correspondence as a ‘script’, both as narration, and for the substance of some of the dialogue. Again this makes the movie quite different from normal wartime film output.

I thoroughly enjoyed this film. When I’m a bit more flush, I might add it to my WWII DVD collection? Definitely worth watching.

MEDiA/FiLM: Nanny, 1965

Wow! This Hammer movie is excellent. And very different from their more famous/standard horror stuff. A very powerful film.

Daddy, nanny and Joey.

This mid ‘60s movie is black and white, for starters. And visually strong. It’s set in a culture – a rich family with a live-in nanny – that most of us commoners will find rather alien. 

Bette Davis is the titular Nanny.

On first glance, the family is rather dysfunctional: Mr Fane (James Villiers) is a terse emotionless civil-servant, his wife Vergie, a hysterical wreck, and their young son, Joey, fresh back from a two year stint in a psychiatric home for chilluns, appears to be morbidly psychotic.

Bill Fane is pater-unfamilias, plummy voiced Queen’s Messenger, always off around the world. It transpires Virginia’s near crazed state is due to their daughter, Joey’s younger sister, drowning, for which Joey is blamed. Hence his sojourn in the crazy-kids home. Oh, and Joey hates Nanny, as well. 

When he gets home from the nipper’s nuthouse, it’s open war between them. At least on Joey’s part. The film’s whole set up is very good, because we know something’s very wrong. But we don’t know quite what. 

The first thing you think is, why do they still employ this particular nanny, if it causes so much trouble in the family? They explain that by saying she was the nanny of Vergie and her sister Pen (played by Jill Bennett), and has been with the family ‘forever’.

There’s an incident with mummy, around food and poisoning, and once again, the issue is, did Joey do it, or was it Nanny? And therein lies the crux of the movie’s interest. 

What a great image!

It’s disturbing stuff. Filled with hysteria and cloaked psychological manipulation. The child actors, Joey (William Dix) and Susie (Angharad Aubrey), and upstairs neighbour, Bobbie (Pamela Franklin) are superb. As are the adults. Bette Davis gives a great performance.

It’s not a barrel of laughs, and it’s quite dark. But it’s a great film. Hammer goes Hitchcock, perhaps? Highly recommended.

DAYS iN & OUT: Stibbington, Wansford, Barnack…

Beautiful Tree!

Today’s delivery shift took me out towards Oundle. I was in several lovely places, such as Stibbington, Wansford and Barnack. All very beautiful.

Another gorgeous tree.
St John The Baptist, Barnack.

When I got home, I spent some quality time with The Boy.

After work, Teresa and I went to Tesco, for our ‘biggus shoppus’. I tried on a bunch of clothes. And decided to buy a couple ‘winter shirts’. As pictured. The plaid one is L, the needle-cord one XL. I like the fit of each in the different sizes. And better yet, it means I can wear the plaid as undershirt, and the needle-cord as a lightweight ‘jacket’.

Noo shoit…

And now we’re watching The Rings of Power. I’m utterly exhausted. So I’ll be turning in ‘toot sweet’, as soon as this Middle Earth business is over.

Well, we wound up bingeing on two episodes. Which brings us up to date. Episode seven ended with a Heavy Metal track! Featuring Jens Kidman of Meshuggah, on vocals, and Gene Hoghlan on drums. Yuurrrr!

TECHNO: Returning Broken iPhone (27/9/‘24)

Handed over…
Proof of postage (+ weight: 0.156 kg)

Our local Tesco Metro shut briefly very recently. And it has now reopened, re-branded as a branch of Budgens.

The post office counter is, thank goodness, still there. Today I returned my broken iPhone SE to the Tesco Insurance section via the PO counter.

I thought I’d post the above two images here, just in case I were to lose or temporarily misplace the pertinent paperwork.

DAYS OUT: Milton Hall

Milton Hall, an interesting place. Private, and off the beaten track. Just outside Peterborough.

As well as the imposing property itself, there’s all the stables and whatnot, at the rear. What a place!

Inside a stable block, I stumbled upon this commemorative plaque:

Interesting… cloak & dagger stuff!

Definitely a place to try and revisit.

Love this building!