Wednesday, 27 December 2023

Wrong Way Corrigan's hits and misses of 2023

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In this independent blogging/vlogging game, the numbers do make a difference. OK, it's highly unlikely I'll ever make a living from it but one does get a small endorphin hit when one publishes what turns out to be a, um hit, views-wise.

Wrong Way Corrigan's hits and misses of 2023: We are indeed living with unsettled and unsettling questions!
The 2012-published Lord of the Dance proved popular in 2023. 
My modest hits would, of course, be considered terrible misses by the bigger players; it's all relative.

Missing the hits!

So what did Wrong Way Corrigan get right in terms of popular posts across the various platforms in 2023? And where was I a good bit off target?

Starting where my online content creation began, with Google Blogger, the most-viewed (I was going to write most-read but a view of the story doesn't necessarily mean that it was read!) was Living with unsettled and unsettling questions — 664 views as I write, in case you're wondering!

Incidentally, the most-viewed story on Google Blogger over the last 12 months wasn't a piece that was published this year. It was 2012's Lord of the dance. A timeless tale! 
'The Google blog is coming close to becoming a teenager. They grow up so fast, don't they?'
The least-viewed, excluding the most recent to be published, is Letter to the editor: Ireland's waste water, with a paltry 39 views.

Over at my El Tiempo blog, with a decent 1,458 views, Little thirst to teach English in these thinking times leads the way for the year ending.

At the other end of the scale is The care necessities: Dealing with old age with a rather pathetic 26.

On YouTube, A Boyacá fruit route: Tierra Negra-Nuevo Colón-Turmequé was the top performer of vlogs published in 2023  (YouTube makes the views public knowledge, so you can click on the hyperlink to find out the number!).

Making the bell toll for us while we still can | What's rung is rung! didn't quite reach the heights of A Boyacá fruit route!

For YouTube Shorts, A Bogotá jam ... is tops. Up in the clouds with Zetaquirá's Virgin Mary! has been more down in the dumps in terms of views!

Finally, on the podcast front, Not so gaga for physical footy: Time to nip it in the rib? didn't excite the masses. 

Finding that savoury spot between feasting and fasting performed a little bit better. Just a little, that is!

So there we have it. Perhaps 2024 will see Wrong Way Corrigan become more occupied with other, better-paying projects. The blog is our baby, all the same. In fact, the Google blog is coming close to becoming a teenager. They grow up so fast, don't they?
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Thursday, 21 December 2023

Hell yeah or no?! It's a no, so!

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'If it isn't a hell yeah, it's a no.'
Hell yeah or no?!  It's a no, so! Rarely if ever have I been totally certain about a decision.
'I'll get back to you.'
So goes the advice from Derek Sivers, a man who I guess can be described as a self-help guru even if he doesn't appear to use that title himself. The books he's written, including Hell Yeah or No and How To Live, suggest the self-help sombrero fits well.

The certainty of uncertainty

On first viewing, I thought this counsel to be spot on. If one has doubts about engaging in something, it's best to follow one's instincts and decline.

On deeper reflection, however, I began to think about the times a decision I made was a definitive hell yeah.

Now, I may be guilty of recency bias here, particularly in this highly uncertain period I'm going through, but I couldn't think of any hell-yeah decision in my life. Before any choice I eventually opted for there was an amount of thought and much hesitation.

Heck, I struggle to decide with peace of mind over what to eat in a restaurant, never mind the mental and, at times, physical chore of choosing one potentially life-altering path over another.

OK, my levels of indecisiveness may be higher than average but I wager few people have ever made a decision with total certainty and confidence. Almost all choices come with pros and cons.
'We either make a decision or we do not. And not making one is a decision in itself.'
Perhaps in Hell Yeah or No sagacious Sivers expands on such dilemmas and helps the irresolute reader find the fog-less way. I certainly hope he does. (And no, I haven't read his work. I merely happened upon his advice via a post from another man with many answers, Chris Williamson, on the social medium formerly known as Twitter — X, that is.)

While I often wish I was more decisive, I do feel, in certain contexts, that there's a positive aspect to my regular uncertainty and hesitancy.

Not immediately saying yes to something that is ostensibly great allows me to think about the downsides. Thus, one can make a more balanced decision. That's the theory, anyway.

What's more, I do have a tendency to be a faultfinder of sorts. And we do need people to point out errors; it's why, for one, we have editors and proofreaders.

This is not to say that I'm an overly negative person. It's just that where some people are able to easily overlook the bad, I usually find this more difficult to do. (Of course, there are obvious exceptions, such as imbibing. I know it would most likely be better for my overall health not to drink any alcohol but I do like the occasional beer!)

It's not revelatory to state that few if any things in life are solely positive and beneficial.

Take the sun, an essential giver of life and a great provider of vitamin D. Yet, soaking in too much of it can hasten one's earthly demise in the form of skin cancer.

In any situation — particularly where time allows — it's about weighing up the plusses and minuses to make what is generally described as an informed decision.

¡Viva la resolution!

So while a choice might not be an obvious hell yeah, the positives on one side may be sufficient enough to make it the selection that's, um, less hellish. Or a hell OK if you will, to make it sound slightly chirpier.

The idea is to be in as much control over this process as possible. We may be indecisive but time doesn't pause whilst we make up our minds. We either make a decision or we do not. And not making one is a decision in itself.

This is all in the context of those who can be deemed fortunate enough to have reasonable options from which to choose, the conundrums posed by the paradox of choice notwithstanding i.e. where too many choices represent a problem in themselves.

These what-to-do moments are dilemmas for many, yet others see them as a luxury they'd gladly have.

So rather than endorse hell yeah or no, my more nuanced advice is to try to make a decision as quickly as possible — where possible, that is — and once you've made it, don't dwell too much on the path not taken.

With New Year resolution season upon us, think of it as aiming for a little less irresolution. Few things in this life are unalterable, after all.
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Tuesday, 12 December 2023

Dawn of the downsizers


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'You don't know how easy you have it. In my day, life was far worse.'

This is one of the standard ripostes from older folk when they hear youngsters complaining about how bad their current situation is. While this Digital Age has its unique challenges, things were far tougher in the past, so it goes anyway.

Dawn of the downsizers: Some of us are learning to do away with unnecessary comforts.
Bigger isn't always better.
This, though, depends on how one defines what tough is.

For there are measures, open to much interpretation as such things are, that suggest that millennials from some high-income nations are set to be the first generation in modern times to be less well-off than their parents.

Personally, comparing my wealth and assets to my father's, this less-well-off interpretation seems about right.

Coming up to his 39th birthday, whilst already the father of six children and with two more yet to come, myself included, my Dad was in the process of building his own house on the land of the family farm he inherited.

For me right now, two months away from turning 39, it's highly unlikely I'd get a mortgage approved to even consider buying a dwelling. (For the record, I haven't even looked into it because I'm not sure where I would like to own property, if I want to at all that is. Also, many Irish in my age cohort who opted more for settling down rather than a life of adventure abroad appear to be on a steadier financial footing.)

Generation game

Of course, comparing generations, particularly those born in the late stages of the Technological Revolution and into our current Digital Age, is fraught with complications due to the rapid rate of change in almost all aspects of life.

The household my father was born into in 1943 was rather different from the one I came into just 42 years later.

Where in his mid-teens my Dad was England-bound for an early life of toil in construction, my main concerns at the same age were football and the secondary-school leaving certificate. And I could fret about such matters from the comfort of the family home.
'It's understandable that when more prosperous times came along, these older generations were mesmerised by the materialism that presented itself to them.'
In my early twenties, with a university education already completed, I was able to abandon my budding media career to go travelling around the world. Such opportunities were largely unheard of for somebody of my father's background.

Now, an argument can be made that the less mollycoddled youth that my father and most of his peers had to go through gave a more realistic picture of life's struggles and was thus more beneficial in the long run.

Nonetheless, what few of that generation had was a choice. I, on the other hand, had various options open to me. In most instances, that's a positive (there are times, though, when I think it would be better not to have too many options).

Material world

So, when those born in the 1940s, 50s, 60s and even 70s say that they had it tougher growing up than those of us who came later, this is hard to argue against from a technology and access-to-resources perspective.

Seen in such a light, it's understandable that when more prosperous times came along, these older generations were mesmerised by the materialism that presented itself to them.

In Ireland, we saw this to an extreme extent during the Celtic Tiger years, something I touched on in a 2012 blog story titled, On the road again, naturally.

Some in the country went from what was little more than subsistence living to a life where they couldn't spend money fast enough — borrowed at cheap rates as much of it was.

'More, more, more' and 'bigger is better' were the mantras. And many got quite comfortable with their new comforts.

When the faecal matter hit the ventilator of Ireland's Celtic Tiger boom, some realised the error of their ways. Well, it was more a case that the financial reality was laid bare.

Yet, letting go of the lavishness hasn't been easy. And from my observations, it's the older generations who are more reluctant to do away with rather unnecessary home comforts and associated excessive waste. (Although, hypocrites abound across the generations when it comes to calls to 'reduce, reuse and recycle'.)

The heat is on

To be clear, I'm not calling for a return to something resembling a caveman existence. What I am saying is that many in the comfortable classes could downsize in a host of areas and not really suffer from it.

In fact, doing without certain mod cons might actually improve our quality of life and reduce our carbon footprints.

For example — referring to Ireland and similar countries here — rather than crank up the heating in winter time, there is evidence that suggests having a naturally cooler house may have health benefits. So, where possible, stay warm by being active rather than relying on home heating.

Do note, it's usually easier and more cost-effective to keep warm in a smaller dwelling, too. Does one really need that five-bedroom dormer?

I've let it be known many times before — see my previous story Me, myself and I, for one — that some people could do without cars, that they have them more for convenience than necessity.

Now, I hasten to add that I have previously acknowledged that going without a car is easier to do in cities or areas with reliable and extensive public transport as well as decent infrastructure for pedestrians and cyclists. Much of rural Ireland fails badly in this regard.

I am well aware, too, that such adjustments require a societal mindset change, together with the provision of the means to make adaptation easier to achieve.

Ever-evolving, more efficient technology is helping us to still enjoy certain comforts, to still be as productive, without being an excessive strain on the planet's finite resources and the natural environment.

My peers and I can be the generation that downsizes in a way that is beneficial both to ourselves and the world at large.

This is the dawn of the downsizers.
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Thursday, 30 November 2023

Letter to the editor: Ireland's water waste

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Easy come, easy go. That seems to be the mindset for many in Ireland when it comes to using water. My latest letter to the Irish Examiner explains more.

Read it at https://www.irishexaminer.com/opinion/yourview/arid-41279887.html or see the screenshot below.
Letter to the editor: Ireland's water waste
Time to turn off Ireland's free-water tap?
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Tuesday, 28 November 2023

Letter to the editor: My take on the Dublin riots

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My take on the Dublin riots of Thursday 23 November 2023 in a letter to the Irish Examiner

Read the letter at https://www.irishexaminer.com/opinion/yourview/arid-41278258.html (second one down). Or see the screenshot of the letter, below.

Letter to the editor: My take on the Dublin riots
Rent a riot: Any excuse to cause mayhem.










Thursday, 23 November 2023

Goodbye Nanny State! Hello Overbearing Mother Society

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'I wish to reply to the opinions of Brendan Corrigan (Letters, 9 October) where he gave his rather right-wing views on child benefit being means-tested.

I have to say that I found Mr Corrigan's views quite worrying. It is obvious to me that he lacks any insight into the world of bringing up children in this State.'
Goodbye Nanny State! Hello Overbearing Mother Society: The state and its associates are taking greater control of our lives.
'Please, State. I want some more.'

Child's play

Thus ran the opening lines of the riposte by a Mr Liam Muldowney to my October 2010 letter in the Irish Independent calling for Ireland's child benefit allowance to be means tested. (My letter is at
https://www.independent.ie/opinion/letters/time-to-means-test-child-benefit/26688058.html. Mr Muldowney's reply in full can be found at https://www.independent.ie/opinion/letters/families-already-being-put-to-the-test/26689397.html)

Mr Muldowney was not wholly wrong to state that I 'lack insight into the world of bringing up children' in Ireland. Observing from the sidelines is nothing like actually becoming a caring parent — brief encounters with young nieces and nephews have given me just a taste of the challenges involved.

I also agree that some parents in the country have come to rely on Child Benefit to help buy essentials for their offspring.

My argument at the time — and this remains so — was that another cohort of parents didn't really need this government assistance. For sure, it's nice to get it, but it's not crucial for the survival of the family.

Of course, it's highly unlikely that any Irish government would suggest changing the status quo. Scrapping the benefit for certain parents who are deemed to be high earners but in reality may be rather hard-pressed — relative as that is — would surely be a vote loser.

The least politically toxic way to deal with it would be to set up a mechanism where it could be returned to the state's coffers voluntarily. Window dressing to suit all tastes that. (For more on Ireland's Child Benefit, see https://www.citizensinformation.ie/en/social-welfare/social-welfare-payments/families-and-children/child-benefit/.)

Entitled

Now, I've recalled this 13-year-old letter debate in a bid to preempt any claims of hypocrisy on my part.

No, I'm not in receipt of child benefit (Ireland's welfare system may be rather generous but it's not yet a complete free-for-all where childless individuals can claim financial support for kids they don't have or care for — at least I think not, anyway).

I'm bringing up my old 'right-wing', raw-capitalism opinions because I am now, to use the old expression, an Irish government artist. Yes, I have been granted jobseeker's allowance here in my birth country while I ponder and plot my next move.

In my defence, my application was submitted by as close to happenstance as such a procedure can — I know, I know, I didn't accidentally fill out the forms!

What I mean, is that I was at the welfare office to get a Public Services Card, a prerequisite to do pretty much anything in Ireland Inc. these days.
'The natural progression for a nanny state is to become more like an overbearing mother. It wants to control all aspects of its citizens' lives.'
A long-standing friend in my village had suggested I look for jobseeker's allowance and although I shrugged it off at the time, whilst in the welfare office applying for my Public Services Card I merely asked the woman attending me about this unemployment assistance.

Without asking me if I actually wanted to apply for it, she gave me the forms I needed for an application — namely the Jobseeker's Allowance/Benefit form itself and a Habitual Residence Condition form. The latter was required because I hadn't resided in Ireland over the last two years (make that five since I last visited).

So I filled out these forms with a see-what-happens mindset. Two working days later, I get a letter informing me that my application has been approved.

Most people I speak to here in Ireland, on seeing my slight unease at having been granted this assistance, ask the loaded question, 'Sure aren't you entitled to it?'

Well, clearly I am, officially. At present, I am unemployed, I continue to seek work, my savings in euro terms are minimal and I don't own property nor do I have any assets of note or significant financial investments.

And the way Welfare Ireland operates, one risks being disadvantaged in the future for not applying for a benefit one may be entitled to. Or, better said, disadvantaged for not applying for benefits one most likely would be granted.

By disadvantaged here I refer, for one, to the possibility of being asked to account for the times when you had no income yet didn't seek state aid.

China in our hands

This is how what some call the Nanny State functions.

My unease with it all — alleviated as it is somewhat by the yet-to-be-issued recompense — is that I'm playing along with a system about which I have many misgivings.

You see, the natural evolution of a nanny state is in reverse to humanity. Unlike a human grandmother, the nanny state doesn't become mellower and eventually die.

No, the natural progression for a nanny state is to become more like an overbearing mother. It wants to control all aspects of its citizens' lives.

An authoritarian takeover this is not. In many ways, it's more pernicious than that. It's the gradual removal of one's independence handout after handout, health and safety legislation after health and safety legislation.

'We're doing this for your own protection, little ones.' Quite. One may feel safer and better looked after but this comes at the price of one's independence, individually as well as at family and community level.

Ideally, the state should be like a god, but one that can actually physically intervene where necessary. It should work to enhance the conditions for life's essentials and offer some comfort at times but it shouldn't get directly involved in the day-to-day running of one's affairs.

In much of the West, what we have now, however, is an Overbearing Mother Society.

With that, we're closer to the Chinese model than many care to believe.

Postscript:
When finishing this piece, I came across a lengthy article by N.S. Lyons titled The China Convergence. In it, he refers to 'techno-administrative governance', my version of the Overbearing Mother Society it could be said. That detailed and insightful, if worrying piece is available at https://theupheaval.substack.com/p/the-china-convergence.
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Tuesday, 7 November 2023

A little blue in the green, green grass of Ireland

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As a sun worshiper of sorts, travelling to Ireland as winter sets in may seem a rather curious thing to do.

A little blue in the green, green grass of Ireland: Life in Ireland as an adult is is an acquired taste and I haven't acquired it!
Ireland is nice for a visit but it's not the best place to be when looking for work.

While summer in my birthplace does not at all mean glorious sunshine, at least the hours of daylight surpass the hours of night. So for a better chance of enjoying some sun heat in Ireland, visiting between April and September is the optimum period. Just always have a rain jacket close to hand.

Tired land

That being so, cloudless skies and sultry air over Ireland at any time are almost as rare as finding precious-metal-laden cooking containers at the end of a prismatic optical phenomenon from the heavens (locating leprechauns may be an easier task).

That the country gets tourists at all — those with little-to-no blood ties to the land that is — is thanks to its topographical treats and friendly folk, so it goes anyway. It's not for the weather and it's certainly not because it's relatively cheap to visit — far from it these days.

My backend-of-the-year trip home has been chiefly for family reasons.

Had my father's parents been more considerate back in the 1940s and given birth to him sometime during that aforementioned April-September window, his 80th birthday would have fallen during what I consider to be a more agreeable season. Shame on my grandparents for such a lack of forethought. The difficult hand one is dealt in life, eh?

That aside, considering it had been five years since my last trip to Ireland, I felt a visit was called for. Also, it's not like I was leaving behind a host of well-paid projects in Colombia. 2023 hasn't exactly been a year of joyous jobs.

Thus, the chance to celebrate a joyous jamboree or two with family was welcome. It was something to aim for during complicated times.

I wasn't, however, filled with huge excitement making the journey back.

This had/has nothing to do with family. It's more a case that regardless of where I am I face the same dilemma: What do I do to make ends meet?
'The laneways of Lisacul and its surrounds that I've trodden many a time don't offer a sense of adventure.'
So while it's been great to see family and some friends again — and a niece and nephew for the first time — that what-do-I-do cloud is one that no west of Ireland gale will blow away.

And of all the places I could be whilst trying to source some fulfilling work, rural Ireland in winter, with its long dreary, uninspiring nights, is well down the list. Indeed, selfish as this may sound, being back in the house of my increasingly dependent parents only adds to the sense of gloom.

Yes, the travails of old age are inevitable for most of us yet it's particularly sad to see our loved ones decline. (This is balanced out somewhat by seeing nieces and nephews grow and develop into young adults.)

It speaks volumes that I was only back in Ireland a few hours before I felt that I'd never left. I guess that's normal.

Where the wind blows

Right now, though, in this time of particular uncertainty — nothing is ever certain, of course — I believe I'd be far more energised stepping into some unknown new adventure, finances permitting.

The laneways of Lisacul and its surrounds that I've trodden many a time don't offer that. Nor does the slobbering around on the unkempt family farm. These have been well tried but not quite trusted to deliver any sort of fulfilment, so to put it.

As things stand, the default is to take the return flight to Bogotá. For sure, I've had my struggles there. It's also not an unknown new adventure. Yet, from a purely financial perspective, I could manage my affairs a little better there. My Colombian pesos carry scant weight in high-income Ireland.

Colombia can be my, whisper it, wolf's lair, until, perhaps, La Cancillería finally tells me I'm a persona non grata (my current visa is valid for another year yet).

It could be argued that a return to Colombia is just a return to an increasingly less satisfying, mediocre comfort zone — to clarify, that is mediocre in terms of what I've been doing there, not the actual country.

There's truth to that, although I feel I can be a little freer, more independent in Colombia than in an expensive, public transport-light rural Ireland.

I do still have, though, a few more weeks to go in my birth country. And far from fixed to one place as I am, a winter storm could yet blow me in another direction.
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