Any swimmers interested in doing this swim at Clifton, Cape Town, South Africa, please contact me at gordon@tvpcmedia.com

There's water and then there's water

I hit a wall this morning at swim squad.  Metaphorically, you understand.  I started three weeks ago, to remedy my God-awful swim pace in open water events.

A mate suggested I join a squad as he'd found it had been very effective in increasing both fitness and pace.

The first lesson was mortifying.  Beached whale hardly does it justice.  But I've got to the point where I'm not entirely embarrassing myself, until today.  Not sure what caused it but I just felt spent from the moment I got in the water.

I got to thinking about comparing pool swimming to open water swimming and I'm convinced sea water has curative properties.  The cold (here in Cape Town the temperature is somewhere between 8 deg C, or 46 F and a max, on a really balmy day, of 16 deg C, or 60 F.) also does something to you.

Whenever I've done a good swim in the ocean I feel invigorated, energised, and positive about life.

The pool with its black line and walls just can't hold a candle to cold water swimming.  In the ocean, for me, it's never about speed.  It's about drifting over kelp beds, encountering the odd seal or dolphin and even having the odd argument with a cloud of jellies.  It's not exaggerating to say I'd rather endure their stings than swim in a chlorinated puddle of engineered water.

But I do have to admit it's making a difference to my pace, so I will put up with it.  Thank you Brian and the squad at Green Point Gym!

That's the thing about swimmers.  Whether they're pool fish or wild fish or do a bit of both, swimmers are some of the coolest, most unassuming, authentic people you can meet.  And that makes all the difference!

I'm swimming Robben Island in April ,and I need to be ready for that!!

Fortis in arduis!

"It ain't natural!" Really?

Ghanaian televangelist, Bishop Dag Heward-Mills in a recent sermon in Soweto, South Africa, takes a dig at same-sex relationships and seems to also endorse polygamous marriages.

I'm concerned that a pastor appears to think that if an antelope can have lots of wives it's cool for humans to do the same, but that because the antelope only mates with female antelopes, its not cool for humans to have same sex relationships.

So Dag appears to claim that because 'homosexuality is 'not found in nature' it's wrong, but polygamy is fine.

Really?

Are these websites lying?
Homsexual Behavior in Animals
Are there any Homosexual Animals?
Ten Animals that practice Homosexuality

Animals, like humans, also have sex for pleasure, not just procreation. Animals, like humans, also have a need for long-term relationships with a significant other. If some find these needs are met in a relationship with a mate of the same gender, then that's what happens. In nature.

So Bishop Dag, you talk horseshit. Homosexuality occurs in many species other than humans. If the term 'its natural' means that it occurs in nature, then fuck it, yes, it's natural.

I don't know if I should even be saying this but just so no-one thinks I'm driving my own agenda: I am a straight male.

But I have many friends and relatives who are gay and in same sex relationships. As someone who grew up in the theatre and television worlds, I've had many years to observe relationships in both hetero and homosexual relationships.

My view is that at the end of the day, whatever relationship you choose to have, with whatever gender, the same dynamics always come into play:

1) do you feed one another's souls?
2) are you secure and comfortable with your partner?
3) does your partner accept you for who you are and are they a positive influence in your life?
3) does your partner care for your well-being and make you feel loved and wanted?
4) can you trust one another?
5) can you satisfy one another emotionally, materially and sexually?
6) are you both law-abiding citizens and not a threat to any person's safety or to their constitutionally protected rights?

If you can answer yes to the above, then IT DOESN'T MATTER that you're Adam and Eve, Adam and Steve or Janet and Eve: you're doing GREAT and have an awesome relationship and should be a role model for others. You are amazing.

In fact, many same-sex couples I know provide a much more stable home life than a lot of straight couples I know.

So no church and no so called Bishop has any right to spout such crap from any pulpit.

Robben Island deferred - Rabbi Sacks: has the West outsourced morality?

I'm supposed to write about Robben Island so here it is: it's an island about seven and a half kilometres from Big Bay in Blouberg and I swam it.  It was where former President Nelson Mandela was incarcerated for two and a half decades before his release and his eventual election as President of the first democratically elected South African Government.  There's a lot more to this, connecting the island to the swim, on a psychological, moral and political level and I will write about that in my next post.  

Howerver, in this blog, I'd rather impress you with someone else's prose: Rabbi Lord Jonathan Sacks.

He was recently awarded the Templeton Prize and I'm going to transcribe here part of his acceptance speech.  

For the full podcast go to
https://itunes.apple.com/za/podcast/office-of-rabbi-sacks/id796183168?mt=2&i=369615094

A previous winner is our very own Archbishop Emeritus Desmond Tutu.

For more about the Templeton Prize go to: http://www.templetonprize.org/

For more about Rabbi Lord Jonathan Sacks go to:  http://www.rabbisacks.org/

For the FULL transcript go to:
http://www.rabbisacks.org/danger-outsourcing-morality-read-rabbi-sacks-speech-accepting-templeton-prize/


Here's the extract:

"I want to define what I see as the central moral and spiritual challenge of our time.  This is I believe, a fateful moment in history, because wherever you look, politically, religiously, economically, environmentally, there is insecurity and instability.  

It's not too much to say that the future of the West, and the unique form of freedom it has pioneered for the past four centuries, is altogether at risk.  I want tonight to look at one phenomenon that has shaped the West, leading it at first to greatness, but now, to crisis.  It can be summed up in one word: outsourcing.  

On the face of it, nothing could be more innocent or productive.   It's the basis of the modern economy, it's Adam Smith's division of labour, David Ricardo's Theory of Comparative Advantage that says 'even if you're better than me at everything, which you probably are, still, we both gain if I do what I'm best at and you do what you're best at, and we trade.'

That has shaped the modern world, but the question is, are there limits?  Are there things we can't, or shouldn't outsource?  The issue has arisen because of the new technologies and instataneous global communication, so instead of outsourcing within a community, today we do it between economies.  

We've see the outsourcing of production to low-wage countries.  We've seen the outsourcing of services, so that you could be for instance in one town in America, booking a hotel in another town in America, unaware that your call is being processed in India.

Now, this seemed like a good idea at the time.  It was as if the West was saying to the world, 'here's a good division of labour - you do the producing, we'll do the consuming.'  It was a lovely idea.  But is that sustainable in the long run?  

Then banks began to outsource risk, lending far beyond their capacities in the belief that property prices would go on rising forever, or more significantly, if they crashed, it would be someone else's problem, not mine.

But there's one form of outsourcing that tend to be little noticed, and that is the outsourcing of memory.  

Our computers and smartphones have developed larger and larger memories from kilobytes to megabytes to gigabytes, while our memories and those of our children, have got smaller and smaller.  In fact, why bother to remember anything at all if you can look it up a microsecond on Google or Wikipedia?  

But here, I think, we made a mistake. We confused history and memory.  They're not the same thing at all.  History is an answer to the question, 'what happened?'.  Memory is an answer to the question, 'who am I?'  History is about facts; memory is about identity.  History is about his story - it happened to somebody else, not me; memory is my story - the past that made me who I am, and of whose legacy I am the guardian for the sake of generations to come.

Without memory there is no identity, and without identity we are no more than dust on the surface of infinity.  

Lacking memory, I think we forgot.

One of the most important lessons to have emerged from the wars of religion from the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, and the new birth of freedom that followed - even to say it today sounds antiquarian, but here it is - a free society is a moral achievement.

Without self-restraint, without capacity to defer the instinct of self-gratification, without the habits of heart and deed that we call virtues, we will eventually lose our freedom.

That is what Locke meant when he contrasted liberty, the freedom to do what we ought, with licence, the freedom to do what we want. It’s what Adam Smith signalled when, before he wrote The Wealth of Nations, he wrote The Theory of Moral Sentiments. 

It’s what Washington meant when he said, “Human rights can only be assured among a virtuous people.” And Benjamin Franklin when he said, “Only a virtuous people are capable of freedom.” And Jefferson when he said, “A nation as a society forms a moral person, and every member of it is personally responsible for his society.”

At some point the West abandoned this belief. When I went to Cambridge in the late 60s, the philosophy course was then called Moral Sciences, meaning that just like the natural sciences, morality was objective, real, part of the external world. 

I soon discovered, though, that almost no one believed this anymore. Morality was no more than the expression of emotion, or subjective feeling, or private intuition, or autonomous choice. 

It was, within limits, whatever I chose it to be. 

In fact, there was nothing left to study but the meaning of words. To me this seemed less like civilisation than the breakdown of a civilisation.

It took me years to work out what had happened. Morality had been split in two and outsourced to other institutions. There were moral choices, and there were the consequences of our moral choices. 

Morality itself was outsourced to the market. The market gives us choices, and morality itself is just a set of choices in which right or wrong have no meaning beyond the satisfaction or frustration of desire. 

The result is that we find it increasingly hard to understand why there might be things we want to do, can afford to do, and have a legal right to do, that nonetheless we should not do because they are unjust or dishonourable or disloyal or demeaning: in a word, unethical. 

Ethics was reduced to economics.

As for the consequences of our choices, these were outsourced to the state. Bad choices lead to bad outcomes: failed relationships, neglected children, depressive illness, wasted lives.  

The government would deal with it. 

Forget about marriage as a sacred bond between husband and wife. Forget about the need of children for a loving and secure human environment. Forget about the need for communities to give us support in times of need. 

Welfare was outsourced to the state. 

As for conscience, that once played so large a part in the moral life, that could be outsourced to regulatory bodies. 

So, having reduced moral choice to economics, we transferred the consequences of our choices to politics.

And it seemed to work, at least for a generation or two. But by now, problems have arisen that can’t be solved by the market or the state alone. 

To mention just a few: 
- The structural unemployment that follows the outsourcing of production and services
- The further unemployment that will come when artificial intelligence increasingly replaces human judgment and skill. 
- Artificially low interest rates that encourage borrowing and debt and discourage saving and investment. 
- Wildly inflated CEO pay. 
- The lowering of living standards, first of the working class, then of the middle class. 
- The insecurity of employment, even for graduates. 
- The inability of young families to afford a home. 
- The collapse of marriage, leading to intractable problems of child poverty and depression. 
- The collapse of birthrates throughout Europe, leading to unprecedented levels of immigration that are now the only way the West can sustain its population, and the systemic failure to integrate some of these groups. 
- The loss of family, community and identity, that once gave us the strength to survive unstable times. 

And there are others.  Why have they proved insoluble?  

First, because they are global, and governments are only national. 

Second, because they are long-term, while the market and liberal democratic politics are short term. 

Third, because they depend on changing habits of behaviour, which neither the market nor the liberal democratic state are mandated to do. 

Above all, though, because they can’t be solved by the market and the state alone. 

You can’t outsource conscience. You can’t delegate moral responsibility away. 

When you do, you raise expectations that cannot be met. And when, inevitably, they are not met, society becomes freighted with disappointment, anger, fear, resentment and blame. 

People start to take refuge in magical thinking, which today takes one of four forms: the far right, the far left, religious extremism and aggressive secularism. 

The far right seeks a return to a golden past that never was. 

The far left seeks a utopian future that will never be. 

Religious extremists believe you can bring salvation by terror. 

Aggressive secularists believe that if you get rid of religion there will be peace. 

These are all fantasies, and pursuing them will endanger the very foundations of freedom. Yet we have seen, even in mainstream British and American politics, forms of ugliness and irrationality I never thought I would see in my lifetime. 

We have seen on university campuses in Britain and America the abandonment of academic freedom in the name of the right not to be offended by being confronted by views with which I disagree. This is le trahison des clercs, the intellectual betrayal, of our time, and it is very dangerous indeed. 

So is there another way?

Two historical phenomena have long fascinated me. One is the strange fact that, having lagged behind China for a thousand years, the West overtook it in the seventeenth century, creating science, industry, technology, the free market and the free society.

The second is the no less strange fact that Jews and Judaism survived for two thousand years after the destruction of the Second Temple, having lost everything on which their existence was predicated in the Bible: their land, their home, their freedom, their Temple, their kings, their prophets and priests.
 
The explanation in both cases, is the same. It is the precise opposite of outsourcing: namely the internalization of what had once been external. 

Wherever in the world Jews prayed, there was the Temple. Every prayer was a sacrifice, every Jew a priest, and every community a fragment of Jerusalem. 

Something similar happened in those strands of Islam that interpreted jihad not as a physical war on the battlefield but as a spiritual struggle within the soul.
 
A parallel phenomenon occurred in Christianity after the Reformation, especially in the Calvinism that in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries transformed Holland, Scotland, England of the Revolution and America of the Pilgrim Fathers. 

It was this to which Max Weber famously attributed the spirit of capitalism. The external authority of the Church was replaced by the internal voice of conscience. 

This made possible the widely distributed networks of trust on which the smooth functioning of the market depends. We are so used to contrasting the material and the spiritual that we sometimes forget that the word credit comes from the Latin credo, I believe, and confidence, that requisite of investment and economic growth, comes from fidentia meaning faith or trust.

What emerged in Judaism and post-Reformation Christianity was the rarest of character-types: the inner-directed personality. Most societies, for most of history, have been either tradition-directed or other-directed. People do what they do, either because that is how they have always been done, or because that’s what other people do.

Inner-directed types are different. They become the pioneers, the innovators and the survivors. They have an internalised satellite navigation system, so they aren’t fazed by uncharted territory. They have a strong sense of duty to others. They try to have secure marriages. They hand on their values to their children. They belong to strong communities. They take daring but carefully calculated risks. When they fail, they have rapid recovery times.

They have discipline. They enjoy tough challenges and hard work. They play it long. They are more interested in sustainability than quick profits. They know they have to be responsible to customers, employees and shareholders, as well as to the wider public, because only thus will they survive in the long run. 

They don’t do foolish things like creative accounting, subprime mortgages, and falsified emissions data, because they know you can’t fake it forever. 

They don’t consume the present at the cost of the future, because they have a sense of responsibility for the future. They have the capacity to defer the gratification of instinct. They do all this because they have an inner moral voice. Some call it conscience. Some call it the voice of God.

Cultures like that stay young. They defeat the entropy, the loss of energy, that has spelled the decline and fall of every other empire and superpower in history. 

But the West has, in the immortal words of Queen Elsa in Frozen, “Let it go”. 

It has externalised what it once internalised. It has outsourced responsibility. It’s reduced ethics to economics and politics. 

Which means we are dependent on the market and the state, forces we can do little to control. And one day our descendants will look back and ask, 'How did the West lose what once made it great?'

Every observer of the grand sweep of history, from the prophets of Israel to the Islamic sage Ibn Khaldun, from Giambattista Vico to John Stuart Mill, and Bertrand Russell to Will Durant, has said essentially the same thing: civilisations begin to die when they lose the moral passion that brought them into being in the first place. 

It happened to Greece and Rome, and it can happen to the West. 

The sure signs are these: 
- a falling birthrate
- moral decay
- growing inequalities
- a loss of trust in social institutions
- self-indulgence on the part of the rich
- hopelessness on the part of the poor
- un-integrated minorities
- a failure to make sacrifices in the present for the sake of the future
- a loss of faith in old beliefs and no new vision to take their place. 

These are the danger signals, and they are flashing now.
 
There is an alternative: to become inner-directed again. 

This means recovering the moral dimension that links our welfare to the welfare of others, making us collectively responsible for the common good. 

It means recovering the spiritual dimension that helps us tell the difference between the value of things and their price. 

We are more than consumers and voters; our dignity transcends what we earn and own. 

It means remembering that what’s important is not just satisfying our desires, but also knowing which desires to satisfy. 

It means restraining ourselves in the present so that our children may have a viable future. 

It means reclaiming collective memory and identity so that society becomes less of a hotel and more of a home. 

In short, it means learning that there are some things we cannot or should not outsource, some responsibilities we cannot or should not delegate away.

We owe it to our children and grandchildren not to throw away what once made the West great, and not for the sake of some idealized past, but for the sake of a demanding and deeply challenging future. 

If we do simply let it go, if we continue to forget that a free society is a moral achievement that depends on habits of responsibility and restraint, then what will come next – be it Russia, China, ISIS or Iran – will be neither liberal nor democratic, and it will certainly not be free. 

We need to restate the moral and spiritual dimensions in the language of the twenty-first century, using the media of the twenty-first century, and in ways that are uniting rather than divisive.

The moral and spiritual dimensions of human flourishing are what the Templeton Prize and the Templeton Foundation have always been about, and it will be by developing these themes globally, together with others, over the coming years that I hope I can repay a little of the honour you have bestowed on me today."

Well said, Rabbi Sacks!
for more, go to his website:  http://www.rabbisacks.org/

Something happens when you start swimming in cold water.  Recently a friend posted a call for help on what to do on her umpteenth attempt to give up smoking and my immediate response was 'start open water swimming'.

I'm still a relative newbie, but even for the year I've been swimming, it's irrevocably transformed my life.

So first let's clarify one issue: by cold open water swimming, I mean swimming according to English Channel Rules: one standard swimming costume, one swim cap and one pair of goggles.  No wetsuit, thank you very much.  In the cold open water swimming fraternity, wearing a wetsuit is the same as being a heretic.  We'll let them swim with us, sure.  We're a laid back bunch, and they need a group to swim with for safety.  But a true-blue cold open water swimmer in a wetsuit?  Heaven forbid!

So what is it about swimming in a cold sea that gets so addictive?

First, the water doesn't know how old you are.  So open water swimming is practiced by all ages, genders and inclinations.  It's a beautiful way to spend an hour, braced by the water, surging with the swell and feeling enfolded by an energy that is entirely beneficial for the soul.  Why on earth pay for therapy when you can do cold open water swimming?

Second, you need to get to a point where you are fit enough to be relaxed and confident in the water.  So don't start in the sea.  Do laps in a pool.  Get fit again.  Get confident in the water.  On calm days, spend time in the ocean to get your head around the cold, but stay close to the shore where you feel safe.  The sea should become your muse and healer, not your adversary.

Third, when doing swims away from the shore, always swim in a group.  That way, if you cramp or if anything happens to you physically, there are people to help you.  Swimmers watch out for each other and always make sure everyone is ashore who left.  The more experienced swimmers offer massive inspiration and confidence to new swimmers who may feel uneasy when venturing away from the shore.

Fourth, your health will improve and you will lose weight.  I've lost 15kg and moved from suffering from hypertension and on chronic meds, to having normal blood pressure, no more meds, and feeling far more positive about my health and weight.  Cold open water swimming is one of the few sports where your body is spending energy in two ways at the same time: you are burning calories by the sheer physical activity of swimming, but second, you are burning additional calories as your body attempts to keep your core warm.

Five, the cold is a head thing.  Here in Cape Town, South Africa, we swim in water that varies between 9 deg C (48 deg F) to 15 deg C (60 deg F).  The more time you spend in the cold water, the easier it becomes.  Your brain learns to deal with it.  Make it a habit and it becomes easier.

Six, you get high.  I mean it.  Cold water causes the blood to rush to your core, away from your limbs as your body strives to keep vital organs warm, and then after the swim it does the reverse, and sends blood back to the limbs again.  This rapid movement of blood, and the absorption of minerals from the water (cold water is much higher in nutrient minerals than warm water) and the sheer pleasure of ocean swimming, create a sense of euphoria after the swim.  I must warn you, it can become addictive, but what a wonderful addiction.  It's free, it makes you strong, fit and healthy and it makes you high - where else can you get a combination like that?

Seven, always recover properly.  After an hour of so of swimming, initially swimmers have violent tremors once they are out and the body warms itself back up again.  With experience, your body gets more used to this recovery and the tremors become less, but some veteran and champion swimmers, with names in the record books, still shiver after each swim, so it's normal.  Make sure you remove your wet costume, put on dry warm clothing, and have a hot chocolate to warm your core.  Not coffee - it's a diuretic and the last thing your body needs to do is dehydrate.

Eight, you make cool friends.  There's something about cold open water swimmers.  I have not come across one who could be considered arrogant or conceited.  Their sport is not one that is widely recognised (although Ice Swimming is about to become an Olympic sport but more about that later), so you only find out indirectly that some of the most laid back and humble swimmers in the group are legends in their own right, with multiple Robben Island crossings, ice miles, and some even with English Channel crossings to their name.  It's not about the achievements.  It's about the act.  It's about having the courage to try, and then learning to stretch yourself, physically, mentally, even spiritually.

It starts by a small paddle in the bay and it ends with doing things people until recently thought impossible: swimming a mile in water below 4 deg C (39 deg F), with some swimmers doing it in water under 0 deg C (32 deg F).  It's about what the human body and spirit is capable of, and learning that we haven't even scratched the surface.

You can do far more than you think you can, that much I do know.

Next blog: my first Robben Island crossing.