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Monday, 28 March 2022

The Long Dark Tea-Time Of The Soul

Following on from my previous post, I've been keeping a diary of events to try and help my mental health. This has generally been very helpful. As the war enters its second month, I'm in a vastly better place than I was a few weeks ago. My fears about imminent nuclear brinkmanship have come to nothing. While I would hardly say everything is tickety-boo, I'm more convinced than ever (at a deep, gut level) that WWIII is at worst a remote possibility. I'm not having more than the occasional brief moment of worry any more. Most of the time, I can go about my day as normal.

So let's take a look back at the month. At the end I'll try and summarise my thinking and what's helped keep me calm. Most of this is taken directly from my notes, lightly edited. Remarks added later are in square brackets.

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Day 8 of the invasion and day 4 after Putin's nuclear remarks, and I'd largely succeeded in talking myself down into a state of lower-level dread. Pretty much all intelligence experts agree that this was not a specific threat or indicative of intent. Thinking it over, nuclear weapons are only ever a deterrent. There is absolutely no point in a "surprise" launch (which is basically impossible) because the attacker would themselves be destroyed. So you use them to threaten people, making them think you're mad and bad enough to actually do it. Which means you issue ultimatums - if you don't, you're wasting your strongest message. So for the Kremlin to say the remarks were in response to comments about fighting NATO troops [and - for heaven's sake, Liz Truss (!)] means nothing much at all, really - it is status quo that a Russia/NATO war risks becoming a nuclear conflict. All Putin did was send a signal to reinforce that; and again, intelligence experts say there's been no actual changes on the ground whatsoever. Moreover, if Russia actually wanted WWIII, it would already have started it. Far more likely, Putin wants Ukraine as a symbol of strength and achievement. This message is "keep out NATO", not, "I want to watch the world burn".

Still, I had quite a moment of anxiety at lunchtime after (somewhat ironically) the Russian foreign secretary said they weren't contemplating WWIII but that the Americans were. Now, this has already been completely buried in the BBC's live feed and few other networks have deemed it important enough to make anything out of. It rattled me because it felt a bit... pretexty. But again, unless a specific demand is attached to it, it could mean anything. This is the same guy who conceded that Russia would acknowledge Zelensky as the President of Ukraine, so very mixed messages there. He might be a windbag. He might be a genuine nutter. Or he might be trying to remain scary while making diplomatic concessions. I don't know nearly enough to judge.

[Worth remembering also that plenty of Western politicians use high-handed rhetoric and hyperbole.]

Going for walks does help, as does reducing how often I check the live feed. Going to the office was a mixed bag : we had a horrible lunchtime discussion on Tuesday, but when asked if people thought it was really going to happen, the responses were "No" and "almost non-existent". I guess it's easy to have black humour when you don't really believe something is at all likely. The others are concerned, and depressed about the situation in Ukraine, but I don't think they're actually much worried about WWIII. If the Russians would kindly keep the nuclear rhetoric down for a few days, and NATO would kindly keep repeating that they won't get involved, then perhaps I can calm down a bit more.

[I will stress that this lunchtime discussion was truly awful. Afterwards I felt much like running into a hole again.]

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Day 12 of the invasion and day 8 after the nuclear remarks. I have good days and bad days. Needless to say, the morning when a nuclear power station was - briefly - on fire was a very bad day. One other morning I woke up at about 3am and spent the next two hours entirely consumed by an anxiety I've never previously experienced about anything. It was... not good.

What's helping a lot is a very heavy news detox. I've removed the BBC News app from my phone (I tried keeping my phone in a cupboard at night, but it didn't really help much) and the hyperlink from my web browser. Although of course I can if I really want to still just go to the website, I don't. Part of the habitual news-checking is the physical action of clicking a specific button - the action of typing in the address, on the other hand, isn't a thing, and I'm not going to let it become one.

A big part of the problem, I think, is that the live feed [the online text one which gives short stories and clips every few minutes or so] implicitly reports everything with the same level of seriousness. 24 hour televised news still at least has expert curation as to what's likely to be important, whereas the live web feed has no such filter. Everything reported is given the same priority, urgency, and credence, all of which is purely chronological. This I can manage just fine for other stories, but not this one - particularly as I'm just not familiar with Russian politics. So I've instead replaced my news with the very short hourly summaries on the radio and asking Shirley. This is sufficient to sate my curiosity and quell the desperate need to check for updates without feeding me excessive information. 

And excessive information is another big factor in anxiety, I think - that morning I went off the rails into a dark hole of wild speculations, imagining all kinds of horrible things I might see popup on the news feed, none of which had any basis in reality. It was, as I say, not good. I've never got myself into such a state about any news story before, ever. Fortunately, eventually I went through so many permutations that my brain actually fizzled out and the rest of the day was much, much better.

Another part of the problem is that I tend to be very analytical... but I can't be rationally analytical at 3am, and it's very hard to quiet my mind when something stressful pops in. But, so far, the heavy news detox does seem to be helping tremendously. Again, when I do think things through calmly and clearly, I invariably come out feeling better. Is Putin horrible ? Yes. Is he stupid ? Morally yes, analytically it's more a mixed bag. Is he suicidal ? Very much no. Does he act from pure self-gratifying malevolence ? No, he's goal-oriented, it's just that those goals are lamentable. Is he deliberately provoking the west ? Again no - we haven't seen any build-up of troops near any other borders, nor - rather surprisingly - even any threats against trying to import weapons. I got fixated on the idea that NATO would consider a no-fly zone, but NATO aren't stupid or suicidal either, so this isn't going to happen [though to be honest it's only now that I'm feeling more or less completely assured on that front]. These are the major, large-scale facts, which the constant stream of smaller details are all too effective at washing away. The reality seems to me far more likely that both Putin and the West have one common, crucial aim : containment of the hideous situation to within Ukraine's borders. If he really thought he could challenge western power, he'd have made far more demands already than simply reinforcing the status quo. 

Another quote has been running around my head that helps quite a lot :
Men are not as weak as he supposed; there is courage still, strength enough perhaps to challenge him. Sauron fears this. He will not risk the peoples of Middle-Earth uniting under one banner.
Perhaps it's the frequency of information coupled with a lack of priority which led me to a wholly irrational belief that there was going to be a seismic change in events at any moment. Technically, this could happen. It is entirely sensible to be concerned. But my anxiety was becoming outright debilitating, and this level of fear, I am increasingly persuaded, is just not called for. There is no need for this level of despair, and we're a very long way from that becoming the case. What's happening is awful, but we've endured far worse than this before.

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Day 14. Two steps forward, one step back. Decoupling from the news has helped a lot. Overall I'm doing very much better than I was, but I still have moments where I'm thrown right back into the pit.

Yesterday I mainly had a good day. I went for a long sunny walk and I tried again to consider the big picture facts : Russia has not mobilised any additional troops anywhere; the Belarussian forces haven't moved;  it took at least a year of planning for this operation and months to assemble the army and it's going badly. Russia has deployed the entire assembled force and it's nowhere near enough for occupation [estimates I've seen as to the numbers required for occupation range from 500-800,000 troops]. While we shouldn't trust anything Russia says, that Putin says the demilitarisation is almost complete, and the Russian demands of Ukraine aren't ludicrous (reportedly dropping the requirement for demilitarisation, which makes sense if Putin says Russia has accomplished this anyway), the overall picture is one of an over-committed army that's looking for an exit strategy (note also the protests even in Siberia - this is not at all a popular war). Being a pathological bullshitter, Putin's way to save face is to simply declare victory and go home, preferably - though not necessarily - after having extracted at least some tangible concession from Ukraine. Perhaps we're looking at weeks until the end of the conflict rather than months ? I dare to hope, but it's only hope, not a prediction.

On the western front, America's firm rejection of the plan for them to deliver Poland's Mig-29's indicates that they are indeed very wary of triggering any larger conflict, even as they publicly state that Russia's nuclear threat is a bluff (and Russia clearly isn't in a position to wage a larger war, despite their claims to the contrary). This strongly indicates that neither side is seeking conflict and are even trying to de-escalate it : the west by maintaining arm's length; Russia by high rhetoric threats. The risk of a NATO-Russia war thus appears very low. We should take Russian threats seriously but not cower in fear : hold the line and the economic approach may very well work. It might not dethrone Putin, sadly, but it can halt, perhaps, the conflict.

(I'm aware that there might be an element of denial in all this, but right now this is all I've got.)

Yesterday here was an incident in Chernobyl being disconnected from the power supply. This made me feel a bit nervous, but nowhere near the pseudo-panic it would have triggered a few days ago. Nuclear experts quickly announced that there was little cause for immediate concern, which helped a good deal.

Having been able to cope with this, what really triggered me was a woefully misleading headline. I've deleted the BBC app and hyperlink, but I still check my Feedly periodically. This is generally safe as a way of getting very short summaries of what's going on, plus the news there is diluted by other non-political sources. But I happened to see it at an inopportune moment, which showed a breaking news headline from the Independent that Russia was considering using chemical weapons. It took me some time to calm down, and I had to get Shirley to summarise it for me : it turns out to be no more than speculation as to what might eventually happen, not an immediate or even very credible threat.

[These moments really are absolutely debilitating. I go into a panic, not knowing where I want to be or what I want to do with myself. It is punch-in-the-gut incapacitating.]

Right now I'm calm and stable again. To be on the safe side, I'm disconnecting from the news almost completely and relying exclusively on Shirley for summaries. For now, that's about all I can do.

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Day 15 : As we begin week 3 of the invasion, my mental health continues to be a case of two steps forward one step back.

I took great comfort from the EU categorically rejecting any rapid accession of the Ukraine, especially Macron's statement that they shouldn't admit any country currently at war [this prospect at been gnawing away in the back of my mind for some time]. The West continues a very strong policy of refusing to even risk escalating the crisis. How Russia would react to suddenly finding themselves fighting in an EU country is far too big a risk to contemplate. I did expect the EU not to really consider any sort of instant-entry proposal, but this rejection is quite a bit firmer than that, which I'm glad of. I take further comfort in that my fears that we were days away from nuclear brinkmanship have been considerably undermined by the passage of time. I can't say they've been alleviated completely - I still do worry about that - but they have at least receded.

Today's issue is more of a mixed bag. The chemical weapons allegations have alas not gone away, with Russia accusing the US of helping the Ukraine develop such weapons. This does not feel as pretexty to me as it might have done a week or so ago, at least not in the same way... again because Russia is in absolutely no position to mount a further offensive against anyone. Rather, as Britain and America are saying (and for all the faults of Western intelligence in recent years, they seem to be very much on the money lately concerning Russia), it's more likely that this is intended as a justification for Russia to take further action only within Ukraine. It could be them using chemical weapons themselves (but even in this most extreme case, even Zelensky has said that in this case Russia could only face "further sanctions") or just an increase in the intensity of the offensive. Russia could then claim a victory over America without any need to escalate the crisis beyond the Ukrainian border (why blame the Americans at all ? Probably because absolutely nobody would believe the Ukrainians would have such capability by themselves - that would be a claim too far even for Russian propoganda). It's trying, very badly, to rally support for Russia, which is simply not going to work. Whether it's actually planning to use chemical weapons I don't know, but it's now more reassuring that Western officials already made such a speculative announcement before the Russians did - in the past, pre-empting their false flag operations does seem to have been successful. And if Russia doesn't use them or mount a stronger offensive, it can then claim a propaganda victory : look, we said we weren't planning anything, and we didn't. No-one will believe them, but that doesn't matter much.

The real problem for me is that Russia is such a pathological liar. They threatened the West with instant destruction pending any interference, which simply hasn't happened. They've had limited success with setting up humanitarian corridors. They said they weren't going to invade but then they did. On the other hand they've insisted it's not an occupation, and it probably isn't because it's much too small. So fathoming Russia's goal is mind-wrenchingly torturous. This unpredictability makes the ongoing crisis difficult to handle.

Still, today I don't feel half as bad as I would have done even a few days ago. I feel tense, concerned, but not panicky and not wanting to crawl into a hole. I continue a heavy news detox, and remind myself that there has been an issue-of-the-day practically every day so far. But I am more confident now that Russia's bullshit is not aimed at some grand reconquest of the Soviet Empire (at least not in the immediate future), but rather some piss-poor effort to paint themselves as the victims, to justify what they're doing but not to actively seek a suicidal conflict with the formidable might of the west. They are playing mind games, actively seeking to make themselves unpredictable. But actually soliciting conflict beyond the Ukraine - it doesn't seem so. They want to appear as scary yet victims, a powerfully effective source of confusion in the short-term. Of course, in the long term this is a terrible strategy, because no-one will trust them at the negotiating table.

Thinking it over some more, if the Russians were really angling for an excuse to challenge the west, then according to their own standards of rhetoric they have more than enough justification already. "Don't interfere or we'll instantly wipe out the world", they said. The west openly supplies the Ukrainians with weapons and Russia does nothing. Russia responds to economic sanctions only with counter-sanctions. Far more likely, then, this business of the chemical weapons is all about Russian pathetically trying to justify whatever horrible action it's planning in Ukraine, not a challenge to America itself.

Still, I must be braced for Russia continuing to do horrible things in Ukraine, and for the situation there to remain turbulent. This is a reality I must learn to accept for the foreseeable future.

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Day 18 : Continued cautious optimism. No further threats from Russia against the West, Biden reaffirms no military intervention, military convoy remains stalled, Russia doing very badly in Ukraine (no additional troops mobilised, no action from Belarusian forces), peace talks are apparently making progress (!) according to Ukrainian, US and Russian sources (!! - consensus here worth remembering in the midst of the rhetoric and shelling). Humanitarian situations continues to be appalling. US says Russia has asked China for military assistance, but China completely denies this and says it's trying to foster talks and respects the sovereignty of Ukraine. It seems very difficult to believe that China would militarily support Russia, it just does not fit any pattern - there is far more for them to gain by acting as peacemakers here than belligerents (there was a BBC article a couple of weeks ago about why Russia can't expect much from China despite their professed support, but I can't find it now). Chinese support for Russia largely appears to be superficial. I do not get the impression of China being as duplicitous as Russia when it comes to saying one thing and doing another (at least internationally, I think they want to be seen to respect treaties and diplomatic norms - they have after all publicly supported Russia many times, for them not to do so here is surely telling); I think they have a much more genuine desire to be seen as doing the right thing even if they don't actually want to do it.

Chemical weapons thing has faded into the background, could all just be bullshit. Power restored at Chernobyl. Again, remember "issue of the day" changes constantly. Note also that Chinese thing is not even the top headline, or even on the radio news at all. Could be entirely bullshit.

So long as China continues to play a neutral/peacemaker role, I'm less anxious of any imminent threat of WWIII. I cannot see China making a sudden, radical shift - that does not fit their pattern at all. It feels just credible enough to warrant concern, but not so likely as to necessitate worry. Worst case : China might send Russia a fig leaf of military equipment and/or limited ways to mitigate the economic sanctions. Best case : China condemns Russian action and doubles down on trying to facilitate peace talks. Most likely ? They remain neutral but intensify calls for peace, being one of the few countries in a position to bring Russia back into the fold. China is nowhere near ready for a larger conflict, and that Russia is so desperate to ask them for support would seem to make them look weak in the eyes of the Chinese.

Basically :
- Pre-invasion, China sides with Russia on many issues that the rest of the world disagrees with
- China goes neutral when Russia invades Ukraine
- China says it respects sovereignty, wants to foster talks, and calls the invasion a war : this is a hair's breadth from condemning Russia
- China denies Russia has even asked for assistance
- China then decides to send Russia weapons ? This would just not make sense. The Chinese seem to be quite open and consistent when they do support Russia, it would be a major change if they flipped into bullshitting here. Remaining at arm's length, stopping short of condemning but not providing any significant, tangible assistance seems more likely.

I had really hoped that the chemical weapons thing might have been part of an exit strategy : look, we stopped these horrible weapons, Ukraine is demilitarised, we can go home now. Looks more likely now that it's part of a justification for the war instead... but this doesn't mean Russia isn't still seeking an exit strategy, given their reported very high losses and progress in the peace talks.

A couple of points of Russian consistency throughout their bullshit : they say it's not an invasion and they're not going to occupy. They can therefore, when they choose, deem the country to be adequately "demilitarised" and "de-nazified" whenever they so wish and leave, at least the north-west of Ukraine. The "de-nazi" thing is strange, but given that there are no Nazis in Ukraine, this enables them to leave whenever these imaginary threats have been neutralised. They might just have used the phrase because everyone hates the Nazis, but it could also be a get-out clause because no objective, measurable action is required to declare the place free of Nazis that never existed.

Another thing : Russia hasn't advanced any additional troops, neither has Belarus. Both are clearly willing (morally and politically), so the most likely explanation is that they're unable. For whatever reason, further troops are not possible [in the case of Belarus, probably because the departure of the army would mean the fall of the government; there are various rumours about Russia, including one claim that about 85% of their combat-capable troops are in Ukraine, meaning they just don't have anything else to send]. Other sources have been mooted and thus far rejected. The Kiev convoy has stalled. Russian losses may not be as high as Ukraine claims but they're clearly higher than Russia planned or expected, and their speed of advance is far worse than anticipated. Simultaneously, peace talks are are agreed by all sides to be making progress and the war remains hugely unpopular in Russia.

Overall : failed military strategy for an unpopular war with increasingly promising diplomatic efforts. The words "exit strategy" seem to loom large, barring the more apocalyptic rhetoric. Yet Chinese support seems almost a bizarre idea. While we cannot rule out an escalation of the conflict, this is desired by no-one. If Russia could find a military solution it surely would use it, but that even Putin is willing to say the talks are going well suggests that a diplomatic solution may yet prevail. Of course, even in the best case Ukraine will be rebuilding for years, and this won't solve the fundamental problem. But the immediate crisis, at least, might pass. Nothing, however, can yet be taken for granted - the situation is as yet too unstable and unclear, and remains perilously unpredictable.

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Day 20 : the words "exit strategy" grow louder and louder. Zelensky seems willing to bend on the NATO issue while Russia is no longer demanding surrender/demilitarisation. Russia left itself an important get-out clause by never claiming it wanted to occupy Ukraine. Continued lack of threats against the west (though Poland was worried about stray missiles, that seems to have been another issue-of-the-day) and only petty sanctions as any form of response from Russia. Ukrainians stepping up their counter-offensive, and some now expect the war could be over in weeks, and even the Russian foreign minister (he of "America is planning a nuclear attack" nonsense) says a compromise can be reached ! Another Russian general reported killed, and a test pilot awarded "Hero of Russia" status comes out against the war, together with a Russian former deputy PM.

Zelensky continues to call for a no-fly zone, which still makes me anxious, but less so than before because it's been rejected so many times - he basically asks for this daily and everyone says, "hell no". I saw a social media story claiming that the Chinese have "responded positively" to Russian requests for military equipment, and this too triggered some minor anxiety - it was a day or so old and hasn't been picked up by any major sources, so is unlikely to be true, or if true then not very significant. Military equipment is a very long way from direct involvement (as per the western countries continuing to supply arms), and "responded positively" could mean anything.

So far the Issue Of The Day has been :
- Russia planning to nuke the West
- Ukrainian calls for a no-fly zone, i.e. NATO declaring war on Russia
- A fire close to a nuclear reactor
- Chernobyl losing power
- Poland trying to send MiGs to Ukraine
- The possibility of Ukraine being instantly admitted to the EU
- Missiles straying into Poland
- Claims that Russia is planning to use chemical weapons
- Claims that China could provide assistance
So far, none of these have actually been significant. This does not mean there isn't a real risk - there is. But news media tends by its nature to exaggerate the significance of each development, and/or the probability that it will lead to something more serious. There is also disinformation from the West, of course, despite not having any direct military involvement.

Big picture : unless the Russians manage to procure significant supplies, they are stuck. There does seem a real chance for a diplomatic solution in a matter of weeks. It all depends on whether the Chinese are willing to provide significant levels of aid or not. They might well send some token assistance, but whether they would be able/willing to provide enough for Russia to get back on track with its military solution seems much less likely. They could also simply be trying to remain in Russia's good books and not actually send much of anything, or drag their heels.

Thinking it over, the story may not add any data at all. The Chinese claim the request itself didn't even happen. This may still be US intelligence again aiming to pre-empt anything.

Are we playing Disaster Bingo ? Yes, somewhat... but we're probably NOT playing Apocalypse Bingo. Probably.

I have to acknowledge that the Chinese thing has got me a bit rattled though. Whereas before I was absolutely normal, now I'm a bit on-edge again. But nothing remotely like panic. I guess I should still stay off social media for a bit and continue to avoid the news - we're not out of the woods yet and I'm not in a fit enough state to properly handle it.

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Day 21 : There being no further mention of China, that seems to have been yet another Issue Of The Day. Putin has said some nasty things about traitors, but seems much angrier at his own lot than the west - again no threats or warnings issued (no further mentions of the N-word, touch wood !!!), only statement that Russia will survive the sanctions. This suggests that the war is going very badly indeed, especially since he says it's going well. On the negotiation front, there appears to be a further compromise that discussion of the status of the breakaway regions could be left out. Diplomacy seems ever-more hopeful.

With things going in such an upward direction (in terms of avoiding WWIII), it's harder to resist the temptation to check the news. However, it's still a mistake to check Feedly, with the Pope warning against the dangers of nuclear war - that's not something I can handle yet.

... I fell for the mistake and saw a silly scare story in the Mirror, saying Putin was watching Britain's "terrible error". This was woefully misleading. The quote was not from Putin at all, but a UK army officer saying it was our "terrible error" to cut defence spending. There is nothing of substance here at all, so once again, checking Feedly - at least too often - is a huge mistake ! Still, reading it and realising it wasn't anything like what I feared did calm me back down pretty quickly.

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Day 25 : Generally I've been okay lately. The war appears to have reached an impasse. No further progress from Russian troops, which is good, but peace talks have stalled as well. This is disappointing, but not unexpected - I was not so hopelessly optimistic as to expect a smooth process, which was just never going to happen. Nothing further on chemical weapons or China either. I've had a few moments, but nothing like previous incidents. Again, more Issues-Of-The-Day :
- A stupid story in the Mirror about Britain doing routine movement of its nuclear warheads, which is absolutely nothing abnormal except for the circumstances. But honestly, given that our missiles are all on submarines, this makes zero difference [I deleted the Mirror and the Metro from my Feedly, as both of these are too sensationalist]
- Johnson wanting to advance the Ukraine's interests at an upcoming NATO summit. Again means nothing, no hint of anything beyond sanctions/sending equipment
- Russia using two hypersonic missiles. That they haven't used more [a week later, still nothing else] strongly suggests they can't - either they're slow to deploy or they just don't have very many of them [or they don't work as well as claimed]. Given their obvious advantages, it makes no sense for Russia to hold back unless they have a very good reason indeed, i.e. for whatever reason they CAN'T use them, just as they can't mobilise more troops. So this is a [probably] real but very much long-term problem, not a short-term reason to panic.
- A silly statement about Biden (note : from an advisor, NOT Biden himself) supporting allies if they decided to send troops. This is frankly ridiculous, and not picked up by any major sources, because it's nothing more than a sentiment of support. The chance of sending in troops, given that a no-fly zone has been so often ruled out, is practically nil. The US has, much more broadly, ruled out military intervention itself, not just the specifics of troops and aircraft. So this really just reinforces Article 5. There is no way the US will send troops, and no way anyone else would be stupid enough to unilaterally send troops without a coherent plan of attack including the US and allies.
- The fact that there IS an upcoming NATO summit. This too means very little - of course there will be, given the circumstances, but there seems no reason at all for NATO to take any more direct action right now.
- The Russian ultimatum to Mariupol. I feared they might be threatening some more drastic action, but in fact it now seems it "only" means they close the humanitarian corridors, hoping to starve them out. That the Ukrainian troops don't feel the need to surrender is encouraging; given all the warnings they had, they ought to be well-provisioned for a siege. Russia might perhaps be running out of options altogether, especially given an apparent decline in their number of airstrikes.

[At this point we went on a week long holiday to Germany, March 18th-26 or day 22-30] 

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Day 26 : I do feel safer here, about 60 miles from the nearest major city. We're really in the middle of nowhere. I wish we could stay until the situation really cools down... There are hardly any Ukrainian flags in Germany. [Unlike Prague, where they are everywhere. This is encouraging as a symbol of unity, but as a constant reminder of the situation it's not good for anxiety.]

We finally booked our big trip to the UK for June/July, which is something to look forward to. But my mental state is still tied closely to the situation in Ukraine.

The conclusion remains that the vast majority of stories in the media are only marginally significant and sensationalism is a massive problem. I am aware of this, but only consciously. Subconsciously I'm still dealing with all stories having real significance, though I am able to calm myself down very much more rapidly now.

Better news : apparently Turkey says the talks are very close to an agreement, which is much more encouraging. Poland still wants a no-fly zone, but given that they wouldn't even send a few MiGs to the Ukrainians by themselves, and America really, REALLY doesn't want this, this just isn't going to happen. So perhaps things are still looking positive after all.

Rhetoric-wise it makes sense to say, "if our allies initiate anything we will back them." Publicly you more or less have to say this, because you're allies. But it doesn't actually indicate anything significant at all. Behind the scenes, you can tell them, "no, don't do this". You can also make the public statements with some confidence if you know your allies don't actually intend to initiate anything - this has the added benefit of keeping all options open and remaining unpredictable to adversaries.

Reassuringly, NATO decides by unanimous decisions, NOT by voting. So military intervention by NATO is therefore enormously unlikely unless Russia initiates an attack itself. Note also the US saying about Poland's jet plan that that would be a matter for the whole NATO alliance - again, not going to happen.

(A bit more worrying : why does Poland even want to consider western aggression ? It doesn't really matter, since they clearly don't want to initiate anything themselves, but it's still strange. Perhaps they're nervous of Russian intent but believe they will ultimately back down in the face of the overwhelming force NATO could bring to bear. But again, since they're not even willing to send a handful of jets by themselves, this strongly suggests they're aware that their reach exceeds their grasp. Hell, if I were certain - really, absolutely certain - that Russia would back down, I'd be advocating for a no-fly zone too. But I'm nowhere near confident enough to take that risk, and nor, it seems, is Poland when push comes to shove.)

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Day 26 : Read an article in the Atlantic yesterday stating the Ukrainians are, very clearly, winning. At least militarily at any rate, obviously not in terms of humanitarian concerns. Russian losses are unsustainable, Ukrainian military losses aren't. Russia hasn't been unable to marshal more forces OR supplies. The only thing western analysts seem to have gotten significantly wrong is in over-estimating Russia's capabilities : they have not, as everyone expected, been able to adapt to delays or learn from their mistakes. Today, Ukraine estimates Russia has three days worth of supplies left. All the west has to do is hold its nerve a little longer - keep giving supplies, hold off on anything direct - and this *may* all soon be over.

[I did not really expect it to be over that quickly, though just as I can't entirely avoid doom-mongering, I also can't completely avoid wild speculations about a positive outcome either.]

Zelensky suggests Ukraine could hold a referendum to commit to not joining NATO. There have been lots of hints that Ukraine was moving in this direction but this is by far the strongest move yet. It is something of a fig leaf to Russia, meeting one of its key demands but without actually changing the status quo in any way, as Ukraine was widely agreed to be years away from joining anyway. This is potentially a major breakthrough, but we'll have to see what the Russians say.

Biden warned about chemical or biological weapons again according to radio headlines. :( Not mentioned in any news feeds yet. Triggers a lot of anxiety again...

I hope this is just another attempt to pre-empt anything, to deter Russia from taking rash action. The other signs all seem to point to a Russian exit strategy : their military failures, their many get-out clauses, the diplomatic progress all point in the same direction. Russia could leave soon and claim their objectives have been achieved. What would a chemical weapons attack gain them except more hatred of the Ukrainians and everything else ??? Yet Russia is not sensible - the sensible thing to do would have been not to invade Ukraine, so a chemical attack fits the narrative of Putin being desperate - desperate for victory in order to cling on to power.

Need to hear headlines from Scala at 12pm to see if they pick this up as well !

Is Biden warning in case NATO would decide to implement a no-fly zone ??? This seems unlikely, since this was ruled out in the previous occasion of a chemical weapon attack.

Feeling tense again, a little shaky, hard to concentrate. Still nothing in other news headlines.

Metadata important ! Something picked up by a single news feed tends to be less important. Note more pessimistic tone of Classic FM news compared to Scala. Scale reported Zelensky statement as important diplomatic concession, Classic FM concentrated on the need for Russia to provide security guarantees for the deal to go ahead.

It's hard to stop the wild speculations from running amok. I even think that Classic FM is playing patriotic music as a prelude to something ! Which is ridiculous.

NOT picked up by Scala, suggesting this is just pure rhetoric. Still nothing on other news feeds either. Likely not significant at all - more of a general warning than about specific intelligence. Shirley also confirms not a specific intelligence warning. Phew !

Ukraine believes the war is almost over ("on the brink of surviving [the invasion]" - an unusual phrase :)). If they really do have only a few days of supplies left... also a twitter feed suggesting that Russians ultimatum on Mariupol was because they really don't want to send in troops, because they'd lose. Have already destroyed most of the city so long-range bombardment just doesn't work. 

All we need to do is stay the course ! Hold on a few more days without doing anything rash ! Which, since Zelensky says they can win, should be easier now than ever... FINGERS FUCKING CROSSED.

Article in the Independent says the war threatens to drag on indefinitely. But this goes much against the grain. That Russian forces aren't advancing doesn't mean they can maintain their position indefinitely. Lacking supplies, no-one can hold out forever. If Russia continues to be unable to resupply its troops, they will eventually (perhaps in short order) be compelled to surrender or be destroyed in a Ukrainian counter-attack.

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Day 28 : Day of the NATO summit. A scare story this morning that the Russian deputy ambassador to the UN says Russia has the right to use nuclear weapons if provoked by NATO. Obviously, this made me tense and anxious, but within a few minutes the feeling had passed completely. I'm in a far better state than I was before, at least while I'm here in the middle of nowhere.

Thing is, crucially, what was previously unpredictable and unprovoked has now become a clear pattern. Russia keeps the nuclear thing very quiet unless NATO ever becomes involved - any hint of NATO doing anything direct and they try and look scary again. This particular incident is a rather junior figure (relatively speaking), not a high-ranking Kremlin official, and the story was only picked up by Sky News (mentioned on Scala in passing). The others, even those covering the NATO summit, don't mention it, so again metadata suggests insignificance.

Note that Russian warnings remain vague. They occur in relation to specific events (NATO involvement), but stop far short of stating what counts as "provocation". There is no ultimatum. No mention of NATO supplying weapons. The sole exception to this has been Russia stating that a no-fly zone would be considered an act of war, but this was obvious anyway. The status quo remains unaltered.

[Also, that they are prepared to state specifics when red lines might be crossed strongly suggests that they're not out to act retributively - they are trying to deter, not provoke.]

I'm generally feeling fine, but it's hard to resist the urge to check the news - ironically, because the lack of any focus on the nuclear issue is reassuring ! But checking always gives me a mild sense of dread.

Also worthy of note : Ukraine has indeed recaptured some areas, fought off yet more assaults on Kiev, and NATO (unofficially) estimates that Russian fatalities may indeed be as high as 15,000 - with casualties more generally reckoned from 30-40,000. Also saw a graph of Russian equipment losses being massively and increasingly higher than Ukrainian losses, while the number of Russian airstrikes is on a downward trend. The big picture remains. Militarily, Russia is losing badly. And the first member of Putin's inner circle has quit !

The general pattern seems to be Russian incompetence at every level. Their disinformation campaign has failed utterly (except perhaps within Russia itself, but even there, it clearly hasn't been a stunning success). Their military strategy is shite (the Atlantic again : tanks are not the answer, light infantry can now deal with them effectively). Their economic strategy to avoid the sanctions (if they even have one) does not appear to be working either. I would propose that this incompetence is distinct from stupidity. Stupidity means doing something is innately harmful to oneself. Russia's goal of thumping Ukraine to avoid it joining NATO (or just to aggrandise Putin, doesn't really matter what the motivation is) could in principle work - it's that Russia's management of the details being utterly crap which is its undoing here, not the goal itself. The goal could work if, e.g. there was more support for Russia in Ukraine; Western countries were more disunited/incompetent themselves; the Ukrainians were less determined. 

What exactly is Russia good at here ?

Intimidation, bullshit, and brute force. That's about it.

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Day 29 : Two steps forward, one step back. Yesterday Zelensky stopped calling for a no-fly zone, which is huge progress on alleviating that concern. Instead he wants aircraft and tanks, which also seems extremely unlikely. Most leaders say "no", Boris says, "very difficult logistically". Realistically it seems a non-starter.

Ukraine has sunk a large Russian landing craft, and now pushed Russian forces back more than 20 miles away from Kiev.

Hilariously, Russia wants to host Euro 2028 ! Which severely undermines claims they want to destroy the world... sometimes I think this is degenerating into a farce, were it not for the humanitarian catastrophe involved.

Chemical weapons is now by far the biggest concern since Biden said that would trigger "a response in kind". However, he stopped short of directly saying that would mean a military response, and qualified it that the nature of the response would depend on the attack. Still no evidence of credible specific threat, just a personality assessment given that Russia is now actually losing. Statement surely cannot be taken at literal face value since US would never use chemical weapons; by extension, it might not mean a military response at all. Other figures deliberately and explicitly ambiguous, saying "we have to keep Putin guessing". It might also be a case of giving him his own rhetorical medicine, i.e. a deterrent.

Otherwise NATO summit was a mere formality, simply committing to doing the things they'd already pledged informally. 

Johnson not optimistic about peace, yet today there has been the first Russian-Ukrainian prisoner exchange.

I still wake up imagining possible horrible news headlines, but it seems to be fading.

The most worrying thing is that the chemical weapons issue has not gone away, suggesting it is genuinely significant. So far lack of Russian response. I still wish Biden hadn't said this though, even if it is meant as a deterrent...

No response from Russia so far but it belies belief that there won't be something, given how pre-emptively anti-NATO they've been throughout this whole affair. Most optimistic would be a denial of chemical weapons. Most pessimistic would be dialling up the nuclear rhetoric.

NATO must be very confident indeed that Russia is bluffing but I don't think they should go this far !

STILL no Russian response except a re-televising of Putin saying the West is trying to cancel Russia, quoting J. K. Rowling. Righty-ho then. [Again, there are distinct elements of farce to all this. Russia misses a lot of opportunities to be scary...]

From the relatively reliable rumour mill :
- Ukraine killed another general. Russian brigade commander killed by own troops.
- Russia can't keep going for more than another month without additional troops, and is thought not to want to mobilise any more due to unpopularity. May be seeking end by May 9th (WWII anniversary).
- Ukraine may now have more tanks than when they started, thanks to capturing them from the Russians
- Both sides combat efficacy may have peaked
- Reports of outright Ukrainian victory likely exaggerated
- Consensus is most likely war of attrition. Biggest concern is public pressure for NATO intervention if Russia uses any kind of WMDs (but, if even mobilisation of more troops so unpopular in Russia, surely them using WMDs would be even more so ?)

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Day 30 : Russia announces first phase complete ! Seems to be in response to being driven off from Kiev. Exactly as hoped, but to a smaller degree, Russia can just claim victory despite overwhelming evidence of defeat. Now focusing (they say) on eastern regions, but not likely to do better there either.

Mixed reports on peace talks.

Hopes of imminent Ukrainian victory should be tempered, but that Russia unwilling to escalate conflict for first phase seems to make it very unlikely they would do so in the second, backup objective.

No response to NATO summit except Putin mentioning J. K. Rowling.

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Day 31 : Back in Prague and feelin' fine. Which is rather surprising, but good.

Biden says Putin should be removed from power, but US immediately backtracks that this is not a call for regime change (accidental, off-the-cuff remark.) Russian response muted in the extreme : you don't get to say who are leaders are. Considering their other rhetoric, this seems like a complaint from an elderly Victorian tea lady. Well, how rude ! This will damage relations ! I will bid good day to you sir ! Nor any response to NATO hints of military action if Russia used chemical weapons.

BBC said there was a "strong" response from the Kremlin, but this is absolute garbage : their response was pathetic, and about as weak as could possibly be. Even the BBC does tend to sensationalise and doom-monger.

The Russian mask really appears to be slipping - they've lost their unpredictability. They consistently use fierce rhetoric as a deterrent, and rarely or never as a prelude. Rather, it's when they deny things one should be more worried, e.g. we're not going to invade Ukraine; here they are still genuinely unpredictable. Saw a comment on social media that Putin actively wants war with NATO, but this is nonsense - if he did, he'd have started it already and wouldn't pick Ukraine, nor warn NATO off from interfering. The nuclear thing really does appear to be bluff : not, however, that we should test this under any circumstances. We absolutely shouldn't. But there have been umpteen excuses he could have used to initiate a war with NATO by now and he hasn't, or even issued any threats when such a response would have seemed practically mandatory for a would-be geopolitical terrorist.

Other comment somewhere : Russia has committed ~85% of its entirely offensive combat capability, and it's still not enough. Overall big picture appears ever more clear that Putin has simply made a disastrous miscalculation. [You know things are going badly when your army's fall-back position is the Chernobyl exclusion zone...]


Conclusions so far
1) Geopolitics
There simply does not appear to me to be any desire on either side to initiate a larger conflict, at all. Both sides are if anything striving to avoid this. Russia's dire rhetoric pops up only ever in relation to NATO and rarely or never when nothing else is happening. When NATO does hint at anything, their response is often remarkably tempered or even absent entirely, with the single exception of the prospect of a no fly zone. They are willing to set red lines, but they very rarely do. Tellingly, when it looks like NATO is considering something, they bring up grim and dire hyperbole, but when NATO actually says anything of substance, they say bugger all. This doesn't feel like the actions of someone genuinely willing to follow-through at all.

Would they try and wage a larger war if they could ? Yes. Can they ? Lord no. They've had a whole slew of things they could have made threats about, but in the main, a country which harps on about J. K. Rowling and still wants to host European football in 2028 is hardly in keeping with one threatening a global apocalypse. The overall picture to me now appears almost overwhelming : warnings are issues as deterrents, not actual threats. They should not be pushed, but we should not be cowed either. Clearly, and somewhat bizarrely, they're actually fine with the west supplying Ukraine with thousands upon thousands of missiles, among other things. This simply does not fit Putin's initial "interfere and be destroyed" message at all.


2) Broad lessons on avoiding anxiety
What has helped for me is :
  • Heavy news detox. Remove more sensationalist sources from feeds, remove live feed sources entirely, asking a trusted source for regular summaries to sate curiosity. The latter is very important. Often, the article is nowhere near as scary as the headline, which is why it's better to avoid the sensationalism entirely. The positive benefits of reading the article as massively outweighed by information overload, which leads to wild, unbridled speculation. With less, but more pertinent, information, speculation is reduced to a healthy level and kept infinitely more plausible.
  • Social media is a mixed bag. On the one hand you get things which aren't covered elsewhere, like this phenomenally accurate Twitter thread by an Estonian analyst. Everything predicted here has come to pass. Of course on the other hand you get idiotic comments as well, and the cynicism among some is so high I don't understand how such people don't die of shame. As with the regular media, best used sparingly.
  • When I encounter something scary, I try not to hide from it. It's best to minimise the information intake, but not reduce it to zero. When this means I come across something worrying, so far I've found it invariably better to read the full article (or in extreme cases I get Shirley to summarise it for me) as the actual content is a) far less awful than the headline and b) far less awful than letting my imagination run wild.
  • Regular walks. These greatly help me stay rational and calm my nerves. I allow myself free reign to my thoughts and then think it through as rationally as I can. Invariably I come out in a better place than when I started.
  • Drinking a calming herbal tea. This really takes the edge off things, though it doesn't quash the lower-level anxiety.
  • Getting away for a while. Being in the middle of absolutely nowhere helped a lot. With nothing much to do except read books and work on an art project, and realising that it took just ten hours by train to get there, I realised that escaping Prague is not at all difficult. And it helped to be among people who all seemed to be far less concerned about the situation than certain work colleagues.
  • Talking when anxious. This is essential. It's no good keeping things bottled up. Releasing fears is a bit like grieving, or popping a blister - if you don't do it, it will only get worse. Contrary to folk wisdom, it won't get better if you don't pick at it.
Today I feel essentially fine, and have been on a very much upward trend for the last week or so. I feel neither ecstatic nor despondent, but basically... normal. I've gone through a lot of mood swings over the last few weeks, from feeling I want to crawl into a hole to avoid the imminent bombs, to feeling almost jingoistic and believing that everything would soon be over and that Putin would be replaced with the Teletubbies or something. It's important to recognise that these are feelings, not facts, and that for all people say you should trust your gut, this is often just a bunch of bollocks.

A few weeks ago I really thought I would need to talk to someone professional. But my apocalypse speculations have greatly receded (I would say almost gone), my anxious moments reduced to something absolutely manageable. This is not a result of burying my head in the sand, but through careful information management and emotional awareness. I'm going to continue avoiding live news feeds for the foreseeable future, but I can foresee a time when I could cope with this one again. However, I should stress that a big part of dealing with this has been coming to the sincerely held conclusion that the information suggests not Apocalypse Now, nor Apocalypse Never, but Apocalypse Not Bloody Likely.


3) Analysing the media
Many of these I've explored elsewhere, but it's fascinating for me to experience just how strongly these really do apply. In brief, to rationally analyse the news one should be aware of :
  • Metadata. Don't just read the article, but also consider context (e.g. timing, relation to other events), who said what, who thinks it's significant, how many sources pick up on it. And compare interpretations - some sources are much more pessimistic than others. Reading the raw version (e.g. the text of an original speech) is often highly beneficial compared to the summaries.
  • Sensationalism. Understanding the metadata is vital in understanding whether a story is really significant or just trying to make a sale. For example, when the Metro ran a story about the use of a thermobaric weapon, they felt the need to labour the point that it wasn't a nuclear device. Since the two are nothing alike, there was no need for this except scaring people. Note that even the most reputable sources cannot avoid this entirely, as the authors are only human.
  • Rhetoric. Watch for patterns. In politics things are only rarely meant literally. Things are often said not because they are true, but because saying them has consequences. Essentially : cui bono, but more generalised. Trying to understand the true intent behind making a statement is often more important than the statement itself.
  • Uncertainty and bias. Nothing can be ascertained with certainty, and nothing can be ascertained without bias. By necessity, we must take some sources to be more trustworthy than others. But trust and distrust nothing absolutely - nobody lies the whole time.
  • No-one is a wizard. Recall sensationalist doom-mongering about how Trump would inevitably win despite all the evidence showing that he wouldn't. Putin is contemptible, but he is not a force of unmitigated malevolence, whatever anyone might say. If he were, we'd all be dead by now.
  • Big picture thinking. Getting bogged down in minutiae is enormously unhelpful, both for analysing the situation and for anxiety. Even hearing what leaders say is nowhere near as important as watching what they do. This relates to sensationalism, wherein every minor development is viewed as inevitably changing the entire outcome of a situation. Even more so than with Brexit, with a war this simply isn't the case. If you listen to every piece of information, you'll understand nothing. Look for patterns and trends. Without doing this, it's easy to go off on wild, unbridled, ultra-cynical speculations about every minor development, virtually all of which will turn out to be wrong.
One thing I've had to cut out completely is the humanitarian stories. I'm never good at dealing with these and right now that is still a case of overload. Harsh though it may be, the civilian crisis is not relevant to my own fears (yes I donated money to the relief efforts and would encourage everyone to do so), so it's far better to excise that entirely.

So yeah, I'm feeling pretty normal again. I'm still going to maintain an arm's-length distance from social media, lurking around occasionally but not getting actively involved with anything (some of you people, frankly, can sod right off) and I won't be reinstalling the BBC app just yet. But I can now get on with my day without being paralysed by every single turn of events. I don't claim that any of the above will necessarily work for anyone else, but this is what's worked for me.

Monday, 28 February 2022

Midnight ?

This is not a post about geopolitics. It's important to remember that, because I will be making geopolitical statements. These, however, are only intended to explain why I feel the way I do, not as any claim on political reality.

How I am feeling is, to be blunt, terrified.

As I noted in the last post, the pandemic has been getting to me a lot in the last couple of months or so. I felt increasingly anxious and paranoid about even the most minor deviation from ordinary of any health matter at all. All of which I'm entirely confident was pure paranoia. I'm pleased to say that in the last weeks I've been doing very much better on that front. Every day I go outside for an hour or so at lunchtime for a good trudge through the city, and slowly and surely that's been working wonders. Seeing parts of the city I never knew were there, finding new parks and experiencing fresh air and the vitality of sensory stimulus, has helped enormously. I no longer fret about nothing and I feel a lot happier in myself. In fact, I'm even contemplating going back to the office again, at least once in a while.

All that has been thrown into disarray by the Ukraine crisis. Needless to say, like everyone else in the western world I side with the people of Ukraine and against Russia. I literally do not have the words to express how impressed I am with the Ukrainian courage and heroism, and the European response to helping those who are in such desperate need through no fault of their own.

When I do eventually, one day, find the words, I will write them. For now I will not try, as I could not do it justice.

What has really, really gotten under my skin is the nuclear announcements coming from Putin. Honestly, I have never been so scared of a news announcement in my life. Though I lived through the end of it, I am not quite old enough to remember the end of the Cold War.

Unlike some commentators, I was never under any illusion that Putin wouldn't follow through on various threats he's made over the years. For the most part I had no doubt he'd go through with them. My impression, for what little it's worth, is that Putin is a man who will go exactly as far as he thinks he can get away with but not an inch further. To be fair I did not think he actually would invade Ukraine - there didn't really seem to be any need to - but I had no delusion that he couldn't or wouldn't if he wanted to. So I wasn't all that surprised when it happened. Horrified certainly, but not surprised.

Let me emphasise again how little I know here. When I had to look up the population of Ukraine, and when I found that it's a lot higher than I expected (it's 44 million), I immediately realised that I know practically nothing. I'm a pig-ignorant westerner when it comes to certain issues. I probably shouldn't be, but I am.

I have also been under no illusions that Putin wouldn't hesitate to threaten the west with nuclear weapons. We've heard plenty of nuclear rhetoric from Russia over many years, even just throughout the Putin era. It's never occurred to me that he'd ever follow through on that particular threat, which I largely deem to be quite different from other barbarous actions. And to be honest, I still don't. Not really. At least, not intellectually. But...

What's new is the context. What's changed is whether Putin can be said to be rational but horrible, or just plain unhinged. And this uncertainty terrifies me. I still don't think he'd actually do it. But the uncertainty has me seriously, gut-wrenchingly scared.

If I think about it as calmly as I can, I do not think a pre-emptive or retaliatory strike is likely. What would it accomplish ? It would be an act of suicide for Russia and, perhaps, the world. This is several orders of magnitude different from ordering assassinations or even invading other countries. It's been about brinkmanship the whole way through, for Putin to try and extract something by force or threat or both. The nuclear option doesn't get that; the doctrine of mutually assured destruction still holds. If it were more one-sided in Russia's favour, that would be a different story.

But this does not really help. Physically, I feel sick to my stomach, a tension in my sides, a need to move around more. I'm not ashamed to say I cried a little. When I say I'm terrified, I'm not using hyperbole. There is a huge, painful tension between what I think we should do, morally, and what I think would be pragmatically responsible. If this is cowardly, it probably is. So be it.

All this may seem incredibly selfish. There are people experiencing actual horrors right now, whereas mine are all worries about what might happen. For now, my actual living conditions are lovely. I have a wonderful girlfriend, two fabulous little dogs, and a thoroughly pleasant home. This doesn't stop me from being scared though. I can't stop thinking : I don't want to lose it all. 

There are a few things I worry about. First, that Putin might after all be not so much competent-but-horrible but actually having slipped off the edge a bit, becoming more genuinely erratic and unpredictable and not prone to rational action. Such a man might launch an attack purely out of retaliation rather than strategy. Of course, it could also of cause be that this is all the same carefully stage-managed propaganda we've seen for many years -  a way of making himself seem all the more intimidating and dangerous as a way of extracting concessions. I don't know. I just don't know.

My other major worry, which I think is more probable than a random nuclear launch, is that he might offer some direct ultimatum to the western powers : stop supplying arms, say, or I'll launch. And I have no clue at all how the west would or should respond. Not a clue. If he is playing mind games, it's worked : he is now unpredictable, even if he does have a more coherent strategy underneath it all. I worry that such a threat could be imminent, not in the weeks and months ahead, but in days.

I just don't know what to do. For now I'll be turning off notifications from social media and limit how much I follow the news. Since the invasion I've been checking the BBC's live updates page quite frequently, and every bit of positive or negative news causes me quite extreme mood swings. It's not healthy. I do take some solace, though, in that western intelligence has been on the money lately, albeit with the timings being a bit off, so clearly these people do know more than I... and they're saying this is a distraction, a reminder - not a specific threat. It is not another Cuban Missile Crisis, not yet.

Yet the uncertainty of it all... the audacity to actually even consider using the nuclear option as a threat. I don't understand it. I mean, it's not surprising, but it feels oh so very different when this actually happens during a conflict. When there's nothing much going on, it's easy to dismiss as hyperbole. When there are tanks rolling through a European country, even - perhaps especially - one which is resisting so valiantly, it's altogether different. I want to run away. I want to hide. I want to curl up in a ball. I just don't know what to do.

So yeah, I just wanted to let everyone know how bloody scared I am. I've never felt like this because of politics before : it's always been the case that politics is worrying because of the potential for us backsliding into some more totalitarian, less liberal regime, not that we have to deal with existential threats. I never, never appreciated before just how awful the Cold War must have been. Not even close. My God, you people deserve a medal for enduring that.

For now, I shall distract myself. More walks, less news. I wish I had more words of comfort, but I don't. As I said, I'll be turning off social media notifications for the foreseeable future as I can't handle that right now. If any of my followers do want to reach me, you can do so here or via email - you can find the address easily enough. I'm sorry to burden you all with my worries, but I just needed to get my thoughts set out in order publicly. I'm doing my best to abide by a biblical quote :

And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet.

Perhaps I just need time to process all this. I hope so. The western world, for all its deep and serious faults, is nonetheless a wonderful, marvellous place. No amount of cynicism will ever convince me that is isn't worth preserving. I will be getting back to lengthy monologues on science and philosophy just as soon as I am able, but for now, I need some time out.


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EDIT : I decided to keep an ongoing record of events and how I feel about them. I originally started doing this here, but moved them to their own post instead.

Saturday, 8 January 2022

Another Corona Christmas Carol

Last year I had my first Christmas in Prague. This year was almost the same, thanks to the coronavirus : a.k.a. the worst thing to happen to Christmas since Herod (with the possible exception of that ghastly Last Christmas song).

Over on Decoherency, I've speculated that I'd be an excellent candidate for long-duration space flight provided all my creature comforts were met. Lockdowns ? Bring 'em on ! I never wanted to go outside anyway - it's big and and scary, doesn't have Netflix, and your tea gets cold far too quickly. Being told not to go anywhere and be as introverted as possible is like announcing that we can all now live in some glorious blanket-based Utopia of snuggly goodness. 

Well, at long last I think I've begun to reach a limit, at which point isolation is now something to be, if not actually shunned, then at least sometimes endured rather cherished.

For various reasons, this year we decided that I would go back to Cardiff for the couple of weeks immediately preceding Christmas, then return to Prague for the event itself. This means I get to see my family and Shirley doesn't spend Christmas alone, and we don't embark on the epic voyage needed to transport the dogs - which would mean a lot of train time in a host of a Covid-ravaged wastelands. Which was a very reasonable compromise, as we don't want to pass on Covid to the nearest and dearest who might be more vulnerable than ourselves.

Knowing what to expect from the travelling, and with rules being much the same as for my August jaunt, this was infinitely less stressful, and was even back to something closely resembling the previously casual status that international travel had obtained. The airport was again empty (though not quite so empty as before), the queues negligible, and the necessity for everyone to have pre-departure tests I found very reassuring. So no issues there at all. Plus, I left in the snow, so I got some marvellous aeroplane views of Europe in winter.


With EasyJet operating again, mercifully I did not have to do a seven hour bus trip from Stansted either, instead getting a short bus/train combo from Bristol. This was entirely without incident. The train was neither empty nor busy, and as it was only a 50 minute trip, I didn't feel too bad about this.

The major change to travel from last time was that in addition to the pre-departure test, you now need a post-arrival test on or before day 2. The good thing about this is that you can use private suppliers, which were half the cost of the public one I had to use last time. The downside is that you have to self-isolate until you get the results back. 

Now last time I discovered that actually the rapidly-changing, location-varying rules in the UK really are stressful if you have to actually go through the process yourself, even if on paper they seem simple enough - it's the variation that causes the worry, not the rules themselves. This time I realised that "self-isolating until you get a negative test" is indeed a burden, and not (entirely) something that brainless morons are whining about due to excessive privilege. 

In my case this took nigh-on six days because the test (which I took on day 1) got delivered to the wrong address, and then, despite Royal Mail's claims to the contrary, was only very slowly re-routed to its proper destination.

(Because of weird holiday arrangements, and having not much else to do, I actually got a fair bit of work done in this period. And I even gave a short talk on data visualisation, since some of my work was featured in this online "experimental photography" exhibition - you can view it here, or hear the talk here. I guess that means I'm an artist now, woohoo !) 

This was hardly stressful, but it did get irritating. Honestly I'm not really sure what the point of post-arrival tests is. Pre-departure ones make complete sense*, since you're ramming a bunch of people into an enclosed space for a protracted period. But then you're allowed to galivant around the country willy-nilly on public transport, so what benefit taking another test is I'm not sure**. Moreover, after quite a bit of digging I discovered that the positivity rates for post-arrival tests is typically a few percent or less even from high risk countries, thanks to the pre-departure tests and vaccination. So to me this feels like unnecessary discrimination against travel (no other event requires post testing), though had I got the result back in even three days instead of six, I probably wouldn't have minded very much.

* And they still do. The government's decision not to require these any more is just stupid.

** I only took 1.5 hours to reach my destination, but other people might easily spend six or more in public transport. And even when you do reach your destination, self-isolation is especially problematic. How many people are really, properly self-isolating at their address ? Not many, I should think, because it's just not practical.

I say it wasn't stressful, and it wasn't. But I could clearly see how actually, being forced to remain inside the entire time is quite different from being allowed out even once a day for exercise. This felt very different even compared to the harshest of lockdowns, and a few weeks of this and I would in fact go properly mad. Not even from a desire to see other people, but just the need to avoid the same four walls and not to feel my legs withering away beneath me became quite trying.

The UK's approach here seems to be an unfortunate middle ground that combines the worst of both worlds : all the hassle of self-isolation, but not enough to effectively stop the spread of incoming variants as New Zealand have managed. Covid, it seems, is very much a "go big or go home" affair, and this middling approach isn't good for much. I'm not against post-arrival tests per se (and pre-departure tests are a no-brainer), I just think that this particular implementation doesn't accomplish anything useful.

What did start to make me a little bit worried was that the test result rapidly approached one of the main activities I had planned. My three goals for the trip were to see my family, to walk my dog, and see my closest friends for a substitute Christmas Eve party. We cut it pretty fine for the latter, but made it in the end - everyone doing a lateral flow test beforehand. So alcohol was consumed in great quantities, even more, perhaps, than the amount of food which was mercilessly devoured. Games were played. Presents were given. It felt almost normal.

This being done, I continued with the goal of incessantly walking the dog. This featured some of the nicest weather I've ever seen locally :




Finally, we had a second substitute Christmas dinner with my family, and again, consumed enough food to get me on Live Aid's hate list :

And then it was back to Prague, via the emptiest train I've ever seen :

So again I didn't feel terribly worried by the travel. As in lockdown, ironically so few people were now present that the few who did venture out anywhere were now perfectly safe.

In Prague, Christmas was lovely. There was yet more - oh so much more ! food and alcohol and games, and Christmas specials and movies galore. And... it was white.

By the end of these three enormous Christmas dinners, I felt a lot like Dawn French in a certain Vicar of Dibley Christmas special.


Which meant Christmas was indeed about as good as it could possibly be. Yes, we had to delay taking the dogs to Wales again, but perhaps in the spring... 

And yet, I have to say that the pandemic is finally really hitting home on a directly personal level. Fully four people I know who had been double-boosted have simultaneously and independently caught Covid. While until now I've been in a state of more abstract dismay on behalf of the world in general*, and I still don't really worry about catching Covid as being of any direct risk to me, nonetheless I do feel increasingly anxious - or at least hypochondriac. 

* Well, that's been true since 2016 at least anyway, if not earlier.

Let me be clear that I'm acutely aware this is preposterous. It's not a rational thing at all. I had an absolutely lovely Christmas and it was a major boost to be back home again. Alas, this doesn't help prevent me feeling - on occasion - intensely nervous.

Some examples. A tiny patch of dry skin on my hand and suddenly I've got AIDS, or cancer, or Ebola - at least two of these would, realistically, require the intervention of a magical malevolent wizard. A spot of mild light-headedness and I must surely be about to collapse due to low blood pressure. The smallest of pimples and I'm about to break out in hives. Any sort of ache whatsoever must surely be indicative of something, despite that fact the probability is overwhelming that it isn't. Having at least an appreciation for the basics of Bayesian reasoning is, unfortunately, nowhere near enough to combat the irrationally frequentist brain*.

* Though, this is not to pronounce judgement on either philosophy, which I shall leave for another time.

(It doesn't help that I appear to be the last person left in my research group who hasn't caught Covid, which is perhaps fuelling an unconscious and bizarre belief that I must surely have something else instead.)

These concerns are indirect and obviously silly. But being confined all the time makes it very hard not to sink into absurd, destructive levels of introspection (not the same as, but not dissimilar to, an intense case of the spotlight effect), or worse, consulting Doctor Google - who invariably forecasts doom, or uselessly suggests an immediate trip to an actual doctor for the slightest abnormality. And not having other people around to talk to certainly doesn't help. Without other people to remind us of what are perfectly normal physiological variations, it's all too easy to focus on the most trivial imperfections as being a foretaste of cataclysm. Likewise, the relentless focus on the news regarding health, ironically, makes it all to easy to get stressed out by worrying about health, in a particularly vicious cycle.

Obviously, I'm aware that I'm in gilded cage, and that countless millions have it far worse than me. But, while you certainly shouldn't think that I'm a nervous wreck, still the irrational part of the brain is definitely and quite noticeably nagging me about minutiae. Perhaps I could only manage the nine-month trip to Mars rather than the multi-year trip to Jupiter after all...

I've still no desire to rush back to the office five times a week, still less back to the nightclubs. But post-Omicron (other calamities notwithstanding), I might be a bit more eager to avoid living in submarine-like conditions of isolation, even if said submarine is incredibly comfy. After all, as Terry Pratchett put it in Men At Arms :

Individuals aren't naturally paid-up members of the human race, except biologically. They need to be bounced around by the Brownian motion of society, which is a mechanism by which human beings constantly remind each other that they are... well... human beings.

Monday, 13 September 2021

Ninja Laser Robots Stole My Belly

Over the years, this blog has featured a veritable cornucopia of topics great and small. I've covered why babies are useless, the reasons hurricanes are over-rated, why radio astronomy is pretty, how there are no whales in Boston, and there has been many an over-lengthy monologue on why philosophy is awesome.

But there's one thing I've never said a word about, and that's fitness.

"But Rhys !" you surely say, "That's because physical fitness is about as interesting as a documentary about hippo vomit."

You're not wrong. While I do like walking up a good mountain, exercise for its own sake is abominably, frighteningly dull. I'm never going to munch on a carrot as a healthy snack because that is just all kinds of nasty. I'm not adverse to expending physical energy so long as it serves a clear, enjoyable purpose, like walking across a nice glacier or seeing a lovely solar eclipse. Or even just a good view of a bunch of trees. But simply expending energy for its own sake... urrrrgh, no ! That's as bad as deliberately choosing a kale smoothie when a perfectly good chocolate milkshake is available. It's just not me.

Now, back in the day I'd be walking the dog for a good hour each day. In Wales. Which is to say, a country where flat land is at a premium and you have to be very careful getting up each morning in case your house has fallen off a cliff. And since I didn't eat particularly much, I was probably closer to being described as "scrawny" rather than "normal".

For all sorts of reasons, this has shifted over the years. I've come to enjoy eating and (especially drinking) out, and the feasibility and terrain for dog walking has changed markedly. So very, very slowly, things have... enlarged.

Me last summer sinking into a black hole behind our institute, after eating too much goulash.

Last Christmas things reached a tipping point. At 81-82 kg, I was a good six or seven kg over a healthy BMI : not awful, but not good either. And I just didn't like the excess flab that was building up. Nobody said anything (hah, they wouldn't dare), I just didn't like it. So I decided to do something about it the only way I know how : obsessively and with technology. Which, coincidentally, is also literally the exact plot of The Curse of the Were-Rabbit.

Though the end results are quite different.

Prior to this I'd been discovering the wonders of virtual reality on my Oculus Quest. Having heard that such devices were being used for fitness, and finding that the training dojo in Vader Immortal could leave me sweating profusely, this seemed like a sensible way for me to go.

It also helped that Shirley bought me a TickWatch Pro for Christmas. With a built-in heart monitor, it can track your heart rate and calories burned during any sort of exercise program you care to try. Why does this matter ? Because then you have data. And you can very easily monitor data in a way you otherwise can't for physical appearance. You have quantifiable, measurable, objective goals you can either meet or miss.

See, a lot of people I know go running or whatnot (BORRRING !) to lose weight, but, with one or two notable exceptions, I can't say I've ever noticed any change. And I knew full well that if I tried to do something really dull with no obvious, visible benefits, I'd pack it in in about twenty minutes. But give me some objective numbers to follow, and the lack of immediate reduction in the protruding gut might not have me throwing in the towel after a week or two.

Meaningless counters aren't always so meaningless.

So, in the first week of January, with as much knowledge of fitness as I have of snail physiology, I set about devising a daily exercise program. I began by deciding to monitor my weight systematically and as scientifically as possible. That is, I would only do so at the same time on the same day each week, to minimise natural variations. And I'd only do so once per week, avoiding the temptation of the sort of constant-checking-for-important-email-every-five-minutes to which I routinely fall victim*. I'd monitor my activity using my watch, recording the calories and average heart beat for each exercise session.

* Later, I did give in to this temptation, but I only graph the data weekly.

I started with a 30 minute session of Vader Immortal every lunchtime. The story element of the game doesn't involve much in the way of moving around, but the training dojo is another matter. This is under-rated as an exercise game, as you're kept moving rapidly around to hit targets from all directions and at different heights. There's a natural tendency to swing your arms forcefully even though you don't really need to, and the easiest move to avoid getting hit is (by far) to squat or duck. You can minimise this by making the smallest movements possible, but only to a certain extent - and you can't escape the need for speed. So although not really designed for it, it's definitely useful.

This is from the third game, but I find the one in the first game the most challenging.

It must be said that this is terrific fun. You start with the same primitive training drone that Luke starts with under Obi Wan's tutelage, then progress to a whole series of robots firing laser and wielding lightsabres of their own. You get the characteristic "hmmmmmm" and "pssssshhhhh ! sounds and some nice haptic feedback to convince you you're holding a proper laser sword. And things generally respond as well as is physically possible given that they have no physical substance. It's a simple game, but in terms of quality I would rate it AAA.

"And this is gonna help me defeat the Empire ?" "No, I just thought you were looking a bit tubby."

Initially the 30 minute session was more than enough for me. That was about as much as I could comfortably handle.

Over the first three weeks my weight seemed to be going down very promisingly, dipping under 80 kg. I had no preconceived idea as to how fast this should be, but this felt great ! For a miniscule time commitment to doing something I actively enjoyed, things were dropping very nicely.

I began to very gradually increase the intensity and duration of the sessions. After four weeks I increased the length to 40 minutes and started on more challenging levels (the dojo has 40). The calories I burned went from ~300 to 400 per session. Yet, despairingly, my weight seemed to level off at a bit over 80 kg. After five weeks, this was very unsatisfying.

Crucially though, I enjoyed what I was doing. I was having a lot of fun blasting stuff with a lightsabre. So I didn't stop the process - I escalated it. 

I really like VR archery games, so I bought one called Holopoint that's specifically recommended for getting a workout (the much more popular Beat Sabre doesn't appeal to me - I found the demo a bit lifeless and I don't understand what the hype's about). Like Vader, Holopoint involves hitting targets coming at you from all directions - but there's a good deal more movement involved. Each time you shoot a target, it explodes and fires a projectile straight at you, forcing you to immediately either sidestep, duck, or otherwise swerve out of its way. This naturally encourages you to keep in motion at all times, so that the projectile is aimed at somewhere you've already moved from. You can't shoot and then fire, you need to fire while already moving. And the area in which you can move is very much larger than in Vader Immortal.

These extremely crude graphics recently got a massive overhaul. It now looks a lot less cartoonish and more detailed, without being distractingly detailed.

Like Vader, you get a variety of targets, from simple cubes to samurai warriors and annoyingly sneaky ninjas. The virtual world doesn't have the physicality that Vader does, but it's again simple, easy to learn - and demands a whole other level of strenuous exercise. In Vader you squat and swing your arm. In Holopoint, you're going a bit mental.

It must be said that Holopoint is at first very frustrating indeed. Initially, I could play it for maybe 20 minutes before I was just too exhausted to continue - and I'd feel the effects for hours afterwards. Getting past level 6 is pretty darn tough, and reaching level 16 took frickin' ages. The hardest part to learn is how to rapidly load and fire consistently, and in the first few days I was extremely irritated by constantly fumbling at a critical moment. Oh, and you only get two lives per level, and checkpoints are limited, so if you foul up you can't just try again immediately. By design, this game is difficult. At times, this does become annoying.

But it works. My calories burned went to 400, 500 per session. Six weeks in I switched from a hybrid Vader-Holopoint combo to pure Holopoint, increasing the duration to 50 minutes. Calories burned became 600-700. My average heart rate stayed at a steady 130 BPM, although looking back over the records things got a lot more consistent. I learned how to move in such a way that things became more unconscious and less tiring.

(Later on, I also started jumping and squatting in response to specific targets. This definitely helps, as does deliberately trying to play as though things were much more urgent than they were, e.g. shooting targets as though they would explode more quickly than they actually do. Of course, you can also dial Holopoint back and play with much smaller body movements - the flexibility is a very nice feature. I play using flexible "rules" of my own : if I start feeling exhausted, or I'm in danger of losing a level, I reduce the intensity.)

By the middle of March, though, I was still 79.5 kg. But no matter, I was having fun. I continued to increase the intensity and duration. Whereas at first 20 minutes would have left me exhausted for hours, now I could manage a full 60 minutes and recover faster. So I was optimistic that something was improving, even if the flab wasn't falling as fast as I would like.

Around this point I decided I should graph my weight :

It's a fallacy that the vertical axis should always start from zero.

Which was both good and bad news. Just from reading the list of numbers I'd had no real clear idea of the overall trend - it was hard to say if I was seeing a genuine steady decrease, or just fluctuations in the noise. The graph made it inescapable : things were heading in the right direction. Slowly, perhaps, with an average loss of 0.15 kg per week, but nevertheless steady and continuous. I'd been initially fooled by the sharp post-Christmas drop (look at those first three points !), but overall things were positive. And it was probably a good thing I waited this long to graph it, because it's only at around week 12 that the trend starts to become really clear. Before that, things would have looked a lot more ambiguous. This clear decrease was a big morale boost, and I was very surprised by just how darn linear it was.

Still, this felt very slow. If you Google stuff like VR fitness, you'll find all kinds of outlandish anecdotal claims about massive weight loss that seems more on a par with what you'd expect from amputation than exercise. Maybe some of them are even true, but I wasn't experiencing such huge improvements.

Two key things, however, were that I could monitor everything, and I was still very much enjoying the process. Being able to show that I was indeed expending significant amounts of energy doing an activity that I was both good at and enjoyed was hugely important in continuing.

So in mid April I upped the ante dramatically, adding a 40 minute session in the morning in addition to my lunchtime hour*. And that made the world of difference. Having stalled on Holopoint's level 27 for the longest time, I managed to complete the full 30 waves - at first by luck, but then it started to become routine. I made the top 10 on the scoreboard, the best result I've ever achieved in any game ever (I'm currently number 5). And I increased the morning run to a full hour. Then I really started to notice the difference : where 20 minutes had once left me feeling dead for the day, now two hours was no burden at all. My average heart rate during the sessions increased to 140 BPM and I was burning 700-800 (even 900 on occasion, though that was overdoing it) calories each time.

* With hindsight, I could have increased the intensity/duration a lot more rapidly than I actually did, but the advantage of doing it so slowly was that I barely noticed any increased difficulty.

I also started Googling stuff. It seems that it does take a while for the effects of exercise to filter through - it takes time to both lose the weight and increase muscle strength. While in some sense it's simple (more energy consumed = more weight lost), in others it's not : muscles have to heal, which requires gaining weight initially. And while it seems that actually lighter exercise is more efficient at burning fat, the total amount of fat burned (which is what's relevant) it always higher in more intense exercise. Different levels of intensity consume different proportions of fats or sugars, but in terms of weight loss and sheer amount of fat burned, more is always more. 

Basically the mantra seems to be, "do as much as you can, as often as you can, as hard as you can - but no more than that". At one point I found that I'd reached a point of too much intensity, where things were so tiring I'd simply have to stop - consequently I'd burn less calories than a longer, gentler, more fun session. So I dialled it back a notch, sticking with a steady pace I could happily maintain rather than a more demanding one that I couldn't.

This worked. My weight began to fall very much more rapidly :

Around week 25 I thought things might be plateauing, but this was just the effect of statistical variations. It's really important to remember that one can hardly see week-by-week changes, but recording the data is essential for discerning long-term trends. Also, I noticed no pattern in the weekly wiggles whatsoever - the human body is just darn complicated, so trying to ascribe a particular cause to any given data point (e.g. "it must have been that pizza I ate") is a fool's game, and one would do well to avoid it.

During all this I'd made minimal changes to my diet - and I really do mean minimal. I'd eat one toastie for lunch instead of two. I'd eat a couple less snacks. I'd drink a bit more juice. And honestly, that's it. No kale smoothies. No munching carrots. No replacing bacon with broccoli. And of course, no deadly dull morning runs, or gym subscriptions, or anything really horrible like team sports (urrggh !). Just doing an activity that I enjoyed when and for as long as I enjoyed it.

If I can do it, then dear reader, I assure you that you can do it do. Maybe it's more efficient to lose weight by changing your diet, but that isn't going to work for me. The better solution for me may be less efficient, but so what ? It's one I can actually do and actively want to do instead of feeling like a chore. I don't wanna kick a ball around. I wanna shoot robots and ninjas. I don't want to feel like I'm doing exercise, I want to do something I'd enjoy anyway. Get that right and the rest is easy.

So efficiency can go hang. The point is to expend as much energy as possible, not expend as much energy as fast as possible. As pointed out somewhere, it takes the same amount of energy to get from A to B by walking as by jogging. Sure, jogging is faster, so you can burn up the energy more quickly, but if it's so tiring that you won't do it at all, it's far better to walk. 

******


At week 22 I hit a just-about-healthy BMI according to the NHS. I'd also dropped a jeans size. Not until week 32 did I hit a perfectly healthy BMI level, however. Had I upped the exercise routine earlier, I could probably have hit my target a couple of months earlier without too much bother.

From my smartwatch app, my initial exercise routine looked like this :

30 minutes of Vader Immortal's training dojo. It felt intense at the time.

My latest routine (of which I try to do two each other workday ) looks like this :

About 40 minutes of Holopoint and then 20 minutes of Ninja Legends, which I've just recently discovered. I note that my watch's accuracy isn't perfect, and spikes which are anomalously high or low are quite common.

Eventually I'd like to reduce this back to an hour a day, or ideally every other day. Currently it's twice every Monday, Wednesday and Friday (my home office days) and once on Tuesdays and Thursdays (weekends are rest days, which are important). This means I don't get as much time for blogging or other free activities as I'd like, which is a bit of a burden.

Finding the sweet spot, the equivalent of neutral buoyancy, is a challenge. In the last few weeks a variety of factors beyond my control (pulling a muscle in my side, the light breaking in the hallway - which messes up the Quest's tracking - the need to avoid exercise after vaccination) conspired to reduce my routine significantly. Yet overall, the trend kept going down just as steeply. Exactly how this works is hard to say, and nutrition, I've learned, is darn complicated. One of the interesting things that everyone seems to agree on is that the lost weight escapes, just like a car or a plant, through breathing, and a little bit through pee. Which is to say you can't try and poop yourself thin - either your exercise/diet is working or it isn't.

Annoying, when after I returned from my holiday I'd gained 3.5 kg back, despite walking the dog each day, though I did also indulge heavily in much-missed British snacks. I regret nothing. Still, the search for a sustainable minimum continues.

Let's finish with a word on economics. A full-price Oculus Quest version 1 cost ~£400. Gym prices in the UK seem to be around £20 per month, so £240 per year. In the Czech Republic things are (surprisingly) more expensive, with £360 yearly being more typical. The Quest 2 is also substantially cheaper at £300. So purely as a replacement gym - if all you want to do is lose weight and don't care about lifting heavy objects - the Quest is competitive. Factor in that you can use it whenever the hell you want, don't have to deal with other human beings, and of course it can do an awful lot more than just exercise games, and it becomes a thoroughly good investment.

My take-home messages :

  • Losing weight is difficult. It's a long, arduous process. If you don't find a method you continuously enjoy, it isn't going to work. For me that's fighting through wave after wave of ninja laser robots. For you it might be making a tastier salad. Go with whatever works.
  • By the same token, efficiency is over-rated. Like the Orion nuclear pulse propulsion drive, waste isn't always important if you've got plenty to throw away. I can sustain battling ninjas indefinitely, and that's more important by far than the fact that guzzling kale smoothies would probably be a lot faster.
  • Do not worry too much about weekly variations. It's the trend that's important, and you're not going to be able to discern that until at least two months in, unless of course you're doing a much better job than I did.
  • You now have a good economic health-based justification for buying that fancy VR headset you've always wanted. You're welcome.

Friday, 10 September 2021

Expedition Cardiff

We now interrupt our special features to resume our regular service...

That's right, a TRAVEL POST ! WOOOO !

For obvious reasons, it's been 18 months since I was last in the UK. This is by far the longest I've ever been away. Although living a gilded cage is incomparably better than living in a dung heap, it's still... not ideal. I love working from home, and long may this pandemic-induced trend continue. But that doesn't want to mean I want to be literally caged up here forever.

Travelling in times of a pandemic is a bit different to normal. The worse part wasn't the new procedures themselves, but the disorganised mess of figuring out exactly what the regulations are in the first place - both on the Czech and British sides. In the end I had to email both governments to determine what I should do, because both had confusing instructions though for different reasons. The British had a nice, clear website with, easy-to-follow, contradictory instructions and webpages that were updated out of step with each other. The Czechs had a horrendously over-complicated flowchart that was plastered with random symbols for some reason. Fortunately, somewhat incongruously, both responded promptly and cleared up this mess very easily.

The procedures I had to follow were :

  • Book flights. EasyJet have not yet resumed their Bristol service, so this meant a Ryanair flight through Stansted and a National Express bus to Cardiff. This was all very cheap, but added an extra 7 hours (!) to the journey. And the extra complication of finding the different route in the first place, of course.
  • Get a negative test result within the 72 hours preceding travel to the UK. This meant searching for a host of testing centres until I found one that definitely gave me the required documentation. I paid the equivalent of about £20 for this, which I found out on the day that I needn't have done since two tests per month are covered by Czech health insurance.
  • Book a test for day 2 after arriving in the UK. This was relatively easy since the Welsh government insists on using one particular supplier, but it cost a stupidly expensive £88. Which is utter bollocks because that's the same price they used to charge for two tests.
  • Fill in the UK's passenger locator form, which is easy but needlessly tedious. For some silly reason you can't do this until the last two days before you leave, which is irritating and pointless. The Czech equivalent on the way back asks for all the same information but can be completed in a small fraction of the time simply because it has a better, more concise layout. It also doesn't try and make you feel like a criminal in the way the British one does with its constant veiled threats.
  • Print out all this documentation plus my EU Digital Covid Certificate (a.k.a. vaccine passport), in order to avoid the need for 10 days of self-isolation. This meant a trip to the office on the day of departure.
All this made me considerably stressed. I'm far more sympathetic now to people who complain that things are complicated : individual steps really aren't complicated at all (the concept of the "amber list" is hardly the double slit experiment, for goodness sake), but combine the whole mass with different, constantly-varying rules for different countries and overly-elaborate government websites and actually yes, it is rather unpleasant. Why can't there just be a simple web-based form ? Input your country, vaccination status, etc. and have it spit out the customised rules for your travel, with warnings about what to do if the status were to change. It ought to keep an unpaid government intern busy for all of twenty minutes. Like, say, this one.

(Incidentally, I thought long and hard about whether to travel at all. In the end, since me and my whole family are double-jabbed, and I would also be tested, the risk seemed to be as low as possible. And given the unpredictable nature of the restrictions and the virus variants, it seemed like there was no better time - the thought of another 18 months is frankly unendurable.)

Well, I'm pleased to say that after becoming increasingly anxious in the final few days (not least because I would have to leave Shirley and the dogs behind), as soon I got to the airport everything went as smoothly as possible. "Be early", they said. "It's very busy right now", they said.

It wasn't. It was deserted. If it had been any more deserted there would have been tumbleweed rolling through and a creepy-looking dude playing a banjo.


It took me all of 25 minutes to get through check-in and passport control. Hardly anyone was using the non-Schengen terminal so the passport queue was non-existent, and the check-in was mainly slow only because everyone else seemed to be travelling in groups. The extra documentation didn't seem to matter much at all in terms of extra time taken.

This helped put me much at ease covid-wise*. Apart from a couple of choke points, social distancing at the airport was maintained by default. And in those exceptions I was always with my fellow passengers, who would necessarily be similarly double-jabbed and negative tested. They were all wearing masks too - I can't say I saw any covidiocy in the airport at all.

* What I would have done if my pre-departure test was somehow positive I know not. Melt, probably.

So my two and a half hours of waiting in an empty airport was rewarded with a very pleasant and mostly empty flight with a very nice view of the clouds.


At this point I kind of relaxed exhilaration took hold. I became acutely aware of just how important the trip really was. The sense of relief was palpable. The anxiety vanished and elation took hold. No amount of Zoom calls or the like can ever replace in-person contact; for the first time in a long while, I could actually appreciate how marvellous the ability to fly around actually is and not just whine about the restrictions of budget airlines or the inconvenience of the experience. When you're choosing to fly a few times a year, these things do become problematic. But when you can't do this any more, when you're prevented from seeing friends and family for eighteen months, these pressing issues become the utmost trivialities.

I'd left in the midst of a protracted discussion about some philosophy crap. At times, as perhaps any good discussion should, it had become rather heated. And I just remember thinking very clearly how anyone able to spend their spare time having a philosophy discussion ought not be quite so angry that the other fellow is a twit, but simply marvel and rejoice at how fortunate they all are to be able to have such a discussion at all. It's marvellous, really.

Of course, such a feeling in unsustainable. You can't continuously, actively appreciate everyday occurrences, it'd drive you mad. But it's a nice feeling while it lasts.

I remember seeing some cynical twattery back at the start of pandemic about how we should let the airlines fail. Well !


I mean, seriously, just fuck off.

What in the hell the aim of letting the airlines fail was supposed to be I'm buggered if I know. I mean, sure, they may have some very unpleasant characters, but are all their staff profiteering capitalist oppressors ? Really ? Every stewardess ? Is every passenger taking a cheap flight a climate-change-denying consumerist moron who just wants to get blind drunk and wave their gonads around on a foreign beach ? Like hell.

Cheap travel is wonderful and we should celebrate it. Yes, we should probably not fly ten times a year if we can avoid it, and yes, we should actively seek alternatives and use carbon offsetting (I paid for mine) whenever we have to fly, as well as investing in non-polluting vehicles for the long term. But we should also not forget just how important it is to see the world, and most of all to be able to see our far-distant families. All you cynics posting anti-social-media memes on social media, forever hypocritically banging on about how we should talk to each other more instead, well, let me tell you, there is no more important human connection than seeing one's family in person. Anyone ranting about the evils of cheap travel is a vacuous twerp who ought to go home at once and rethink their life.

That said, Ryanair's carry-on policy is a bunch of bollocks, because you can easily get a bag at least 50% larger than advertised under the seat in front of you. That was a concern I really could have done without.


Anyway, I landed in Stansted and disembarked swiftly. Like Prague, it wasn't even remotely close to its apparent usual capacity. I celebrated my repatriation my gorging myself on a Wispa Gold, some angel slices, a packet of Monster Much and some Ribena. Say what you will of British food, our confectionary is as good as you'll find anywhere. Not posh, to be sure, but perfectly decent.

I had to hang around outside the airport for a while but this was fine because of my prolonged state of exultancy. I walked the length and breadth of the car park twice just to pass the time, which is a dull place but I didn't care. Then I got on the bus and went home.

The number of other planes I saw at the airports was about the same as the number of cars in the car park.

The bus trip was about as exciting as you'd imagine being on a bus until 2:30am could ever possibly be. The only excitement was the 50 minutes in the Victoria coach station. Now the bus itself had all of six other people aboard, so as covid-safe as is reasonably possible. But the station was full of maskless idiots, which annoyed me quite a lot. So I waited in an empty section and ate another angel slice, which was delicious. And then I went home.

The next day I had a pint of something in an actual pub and it was delightful.


For the next three weeks, mostly I did homely things like walking the happy little dog :








With side cast of herons, kingfishers, fish, moorhens, a fox, and a great big hedgehog. It was lovely. I felt little need to do anything special, that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted normal. And I got it in spades, which was fan-bloody-tastic. My mum made scones and a great big chocolate cake, which is about as homely as you can get.

I thought about putting the jam on first on one and second on the other, just to really annoy the internet, but I was hungry.

Once, I did technically visit a nightclub when running into some physicists. But this really was a technicality : in fact it had been converted to an outside sit-down bar. There was no music at all, and certainly no dancing, just people sitting around at picnic tables getting drunk. That level of interaction I'm covid-comfortable with; an actual nightclub I would certainly shun for some considerable time, covid-passports aside.

Unlike many previous trips home, this one featured exactly no astronomy at all. But I did do an experiment - to wit, testing these super-fancy whiskey glasses that Shirley insisted were amazeballs. If you read the website, they talk about "bio mimicry" and "standing waves", which has all the classic hallmarks of bullshit. I mean, what sort of animal is suitable for bio-mimicry for the purposes of drinking whiskey ? If they look like anything, it'd be a sort of cone jelly, and I imagine that most of them have the same level of whiskey knowledge as an American I once met who introduced himself as being Scotch. But Shirley ordered them (far cheaper for me to bring them back in a suitcase than get them shipped to Prague), and she said we should test them. So a friend and I did just that. Thoroughly.

No no, thoroughly.

That bottle was full when we started, and it was emptier still by the time we finished.

In fact we tested four different glasses with a single malt. At first, we were both resolutely unimpressed. The Talisker glass gave a much stronger smell and flavour immediately. The shot glass, well, it's a shot glass. The Penderyn glass was delicious. The Norlan glass, however, was devoid of smell and tasted positively bland.

After continuing to sample the whiskey from the various glasses, we were quite convinced that the "bio-mimicry" had failed as spectacularly as you'd expect when you put a cone jelly in charge of a complex chemical research project. But then... we decided to let it breathe for a few minutes.

Well ! I suppose I have to re-assess the whiskey-appreciation skills of the humble jellyfish. The other glasses did something, but not very much. The taste and smell from the Norlan glass, however, was transformed. What you get is a massively richer, more complex flavour, very much smoother and without the harshness of the alcohol. We still don't think the glasses do the pseudoscience crap described on the website, but blow me they're doing something - and doing it well.

Our final extremely drunken assessment was something like the following :
  • The shot glass is only to be used by Ian McShane in the wild west.
  • The Talisker glass gives the best results if you absolutely need to drink your whiskey as soon as possible. It is also the most satisfying to hold.
  • The Penderyn glass is the best if you're the First Sea Lord of the Admiralty in the 18th century and are having an important meeting to plan a mission to measure longitude. It gives the most smokey results by far, but loses all of the other flavours.
  • The Norlan glass is easily the best under all other circumstances. They're expensive for glasses, but not as expensive as the Borg-assimilated pumice infuser they sell (whatever the hell that is), or the £450 it'll set you back for a box and four glasses. They're pretentious twats, to be sure, but they doing something right.
  • Drambuie is completely unaffected by any glass as it overpowers everything.
I also took advantage of Amazon Prime actually working properly in a country with next-day delivery and got the Hollow Crown trilogies on blu-ray. And wandered around an actual physical bookshop buying books and a delicatessen buying high quality cheese. Wales may not be France or the Netherlands, but we absolutely do world-class cheese.

This is Cardiff's city hall, not far from where I bought the cheese.

Which I feel was a very productive day.

I made indulging my evil consumerism easier by finally getting around to setting up Google Pay, so now I can not just pay for things with my phone, but my watch. Madness, I tell thee, but convenient madness. Though I was tempted to go a bit mad with buying more books, I also wanted to take some more of my old ones back with me. This involved a lot of unpacking and sorting from storage.


Afterwards I re-packed them in carefully labelled boxes, so next time it should be a lot easier.

And I can read them all in comfort thanks to finally, after four years, getting new glasses. My prescription has only changed slightly, but it took a lot more getting used to than I was expecting. It's a very strange sensation. Everything close just felt immediately clearer and bigger. Everything far away seems a bit sharper. But everything in the middle distance had (and this has diminished but still not completely faded) a different feeling of distance, as though I'm not quite properly able to judge how far away it is. This goes away instantly when I take them off, and I find it very strange how mere lenses can change such a fundamental part of my literal world view.

And finally, my mum has been on an Ancestry binge and has traced part of the family as far back as 1807. Here, for instance, is my great grandfather Edgar Smith, who was on the Welsh rugby team back in 1907-8:


We already knew about him though. More interesting are these fine figures, who we believe are my great great great grandmother and grandfather.

We don't know much about them, except that surely great-great-great-granny is very likely to be haunting someone somewhere. Incidentally, I re-read Dracula before I bought all those new books. Just thought I'd mention that.

The highlight of the records are my paternal grandfather's letters to my grandmother during the war.  Here he is somewhat later (right), with his father at his chemist's shop.


In the war he served aboard the tank landing ship HM LST 3504, renamed HMS Pursuer some years later, on a mission that went through Egypt, up to India, and eventually to Sumatra. His letters were limited as to what he could day, though the route of the ship could be quite well-traced. He talks about landing troops at one point, but that's about the extent of the military content.

I found them a hugely interesting read. He died when I was very young so I don't remember him all that much. The letters are... a warts-and-all view. He talks about the "wogs" and "coolies" and "dirty Indian villages", as well as breathtaking scenery and other places which are basically hell on Earth (Port Said in Egypt is apparently a "godforsaken place"). There's also a deep homesickness, something I can certainly empathise with, a burning desire to return to family and home. That was particularly poignant for me after so long away. And there's also a very deep affection for my grandmother. Racist, yes, but that doesn't detract from their other aspects. 

And of course there are the amusing anecdotes. Like making a hammock for the ship's dog because dogs get seasick, something he was particularly insistent on because he knew my grandmother wouldn't believe it. Or being granted special and exclusive privileges to play the ship's piano, or trying the "American drink" Coca-Cola for the first time and thinking it was "OK, nothing special". My personal favourite part though :

I also had an air mail from your mother with a lock of Keith's hair [that being my uncle, then five months old]. The lads in the mess saw and pulled my leg unmercifully. They said that it came from an entirely different part and not from Keith at all. You can guess what they meant. Anyway they were only jealous.

Wonderful.

There are many mysteries in the letters. We don't have my grandmother's correspondence at all, so we're only getting half the story. We don't know anything much about the enigma that is my grandfather's brother. According to the letters he did something he should be ashamed of but we have no idea what, or if this should be read ironically. We don't even know how he died, since my grandmother gave completely contradictory accounts ranging from "torpedoed in the war" to "had a lorry accident". Ho-hum. And we don't know what crisis was happening that prompted my grandfather to insist that "we'll get through this", which feels quite different from the usual homesickness.

Even so, what we do have is a treasure trove. God knows what future archaeologists will think when they dig up old computers and uncover Facebook. Probably they'll run like hell.