Saturday, May 9, 2009

What holds us together

What holds us together, for all the space between each piece, where does one puzzle begin and the other inverted soul stop?

By which piece do they divide? I stop my hand from touching you, I know that my quick, sharp nipples rise and breathe already upon your softwhite salad porcelained body.

Someone stamps my hand, I watch… turn… and fail to see that the reflection in the mirror is me. Through that soft press I am within my self and choking choking for the mercy of small gaps 

that makes me never you nor me

The Postman

None of us write letters any more

Yet I watch the post with pious belief

We are waiting for a phone call

A simple reply

Waiting to come home

For the rain to stop

We are all waiting for something

For something within; something beyond

 

Waiting for someone to stand up for me

To take the fall

Waiting for the beauty within the war

To stand up and dive in

For someone to win

For us both to lose

Waiting for those forever friends

 

Waiting for the zig to zag

To know you’re going straight

Will you wait for me if I am coming

Will you wait for me if I do not

Would you wait without an answer

I wait and hope we meet again

But there are places where waiting does not play

For in some small spaces there is no time and no delay

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

The Opera within the House

On Sunday I went to listen to Alain de Bottom at the Opera House. I was definitely feeling very cultured for a Autumnal afternoon. The talk revolved around his lastest book: The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work...and resonated many concepts I am battling at the moment with an essay critquing Marx and Durkheim. I expected there to be about one to two hundred people there; not 1044, with the age range easily spanning 60 years. It was quite a fasinating feeling to be there on a Sunday amongst so many people. 

It was an interesting talk regarding the apparent dichotomies of the necessityof work and pleasure. Does it necessarily have to be a balancing act? Weber had a rather depressing out looking believing that happiness and really fullfillment only comes around for one lucky person every 1000... I think the odds are against us...

I think one of the most emotive topics was about how work comes to define us and that many of us have let oursleves be defined by a sixteen year old that no longer really represents our hopes, dreams, desires, values... our identity. I think that this is gradually changing for younger generations as we never seem to stick at anuthing longer enough. We are not bound by the same climate that our parents etc were when they chose their professions. But the same point still applies to younger generations. We relinquish control and perhaps blame others for our choices. Maybe that is a little harsh. Alain alluded the challenge of changing careers with the experience of 'coming out'  for a person who is gay. If our careers are so determinative of who we are, what we stand for, what we want, then people are shocked to think that someone would wish to relinquish this identity if they have stood within the boundaries of that career identity for so long. So people resist a career 'coming out' as it interupts the whole schema of who people think they are. It takes courage to say that this is not me, but this is. It can also be hard to tell you colleagues that you hate your job or that the job fails to represent you, because some may see this a rejection of the values they thought you shared. I thought it an interesting analogy. 

He joked about why don't we have a HR department in home; to come in and sort out teh relationship dramas. It is not surprising that some people do 'hide' in their work because it is something that they (sometimes) have more control over than other aspects such family, relationships, self-endeavour etc. Work can give an avenue into which we have mastery and often reward for such efforts. It's funny how that as culture has developed there has been a transistion from work being perceived as a negative thing, 'what the poor people do', to a complete shift with the rise of the bourgesis and a desire to work, to contribute, to create. Work became the ideal.

The problem with many work environments is that the individual is too far removed from the meaning of the purpose or product or the result which is beneficial to another. When the job is devoid of meaning and you feel that you are not having a positive affect on anybody's life then it is hard to see why people equate work with negative emotions. Have a good weekend. This is the minor part of the week. I would rather have a shit weekend if the other 5 days made me smile!


Some people, many people, beleive that they were destined for one thing, and if they knew what it was, if only someone would tell them then they would do it. I don't think it is that simple, that easy or for that matter that boring. You may as well shoot yourself and write 'BORING' on your tombstone. It is in pursuit of finding that true achievemet comes. 

Is it ironic that a career councellor is disatisfied with their job? Of all people that should know! Unfortunately there is no god shining a light saying you will... and you will be...so we have created batteries and batteries of tests... which it is still questionable the extent of their validity. We all want to be happy, 99% of us have to work and would like that endeavour to be a pleasant and rewarding; yet challenging experience. The problem is that not all of us will be great. If we believe in a meritous society where people get what they deserve. Where the best deserve the best and get the best the horrible corollary is that we have accepted that some people are shit and deserve shit. On a superficial level this might seem amusing and even true; people get what they deserve right? Well maybe not; there are so many other factors that warrant success that are not purely driven by the indivdual. Those who do well deserve to be rewarded but it does not imply that those at the bottom aren't worthy of greatness too. But not all of us can be creative writers or elite athletes. You can wish and you can try; but sometimes wishing and doing is not enough. In theory we can all be great at what we want (Watson would like this, Skinner too) we can try; but we will not all suceed. 

Alain talked about how one drop of blood or one drop of saliva can have enough germs in it to kill an entire civilisation (possibly exaggerated; not sure) but the point is that one small comment from a teacher, friend, family member at some allegedly insignifcant moment may have made a derogatory comment about our acheivement, ability and efforts which like disease can spread and infect our entire sense of worth. Don't underestimate the power of small words esp. if they cut right to core of someone's identity. Some men were interviewed after they had lost their jobs recently and were asked what they really wanted to be and why they were not that. It was intriguing to see that grown men still haboured energies; which objectively appear trival, have hindered them for ever attempting to pursue it was that they always wanted. Comments made to a child at the age of 6 can have devasting affects that linger decades and decades later. This is not to say that we can not over come such barriers but how once we establish an identity it can be hard to change. But if you don't change for yourself in the end you will laid to rest in a very lonely grave. 

This is an exerpt from Alain's website:

Logistics Two centuries ago, our forebears would have known the precise history and source of almost every one of the limited number of things they ate and owned. The range of items available for purchase may have grown exponentially since then, but our understanding of their genesis has grown ever more obscure. We are now as imaginatively disconnected from the distribution of our goods as we are practically in reach of them, a process of alienation which has stripped us of opportunities for wonder, gratitude and guilt. Critical to this imaginative impoverishment and practical enrichment is the field of industry known collectively as logistics, which comprises the arts of warehousing, transport, storage and data control.
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p.s I have had 12 hours sleep in last 72 hrs. My apologies for typos. 

Jenda

Thursday, April 16, 2009

A friend just sent me this link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&feature=related

Totally cried. Makes my attempts at this essay a little bit meaningless. Dolly steps baby, dolly steps.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

We, the poor consumer

I was in the shower the other day (actually I am in the shower at some point most days really) and I was washing my hair and having mild ADHD I always need something to read (you should see the pile of books next to the toilet: Cosmo, delicious. [which is kinda gross if you think about it], The Australian Constitution, How to save the world for 10 bucks - just to name a few) or at least have my mind pondering something. So I was reading  my conditioner bottle and it said something along the lines of 130% increase in softness and then I noticed that there was a little asterisk next to it. So I looked to find the disclaimer: Compared to non-conditioning shampoo... WTF???

Ok, so conditioner makes your hair more soft than a substance that is not only not a conditioner but a non-conditioning substance on any level. So it is like saying that this conditioner will make your hair softer than washing petrol through your hair. Now, that's not really that surprising, is it? And the funny thing was that this conditioner only claimed to have a 130% improvement... So it actaully isn't even that much better than using a product that isn't even designed for the purpose of conditioning...

I am glad that we, the consumer, are not suckers for these big FMCG companies... jeeesh!
I was eating two-minute noodles yesterday and there was this huge 97% fat free star popping out at me - which I must admit was part of the reason I ate them because everyone knows these types of noodles are like solidified deepfryers, so I felt excited about the apparent lack of fat. But as I looked closer I saw an... ASTERISK... so I found the disclaimer which said that the noodles are 97% fat free in a 400 g serve. But the noodles only weigh 82g... so how does this make sense... well, if you include the 2 billion cups of water and divide the total weight by the fat in the noodles then you discover that the meal is 97% fat free. Is that smart or are we really dumb and guliable? By increasing the overall weight the % fat decreases but this doesn't change the fact that 40% of the noodles are still lard and saturated lard at that... I may be using a little hyperbole to demonstrate the point...a little. And then the packaging goes on to say that Maggi noodles are the healthy noodle choice... my arse!

Just like McDonald's beef is 100% beef... It is if you patent a company called '100% beef'...

I think there may be a place in society for whole foods...real honest natural food... just maybe... oh, and non-conditioning conditioner that is better than using plant fertilizer in your hair... a thought for the poor consumer please...

j

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Bushfires – schadenfreude or philanthropy?

Amy recently sent me an article published in smh.com – a rather cynical article about the insatiable hunger the Australia tabloid media has for natural disasters and Australian’s voyeuristic attitude to such events – and great ability to throw money at these issues in a way to mitigate person guilt/responsibility: http://business.smh.com.au/business/the-punters-love-a-good-disaster-20090217-8a98.html

It also makes me wonder why the fire disaster received so much publicity and fundraising energies yet those affected by the floods up north receive virtually no media or fundraising attention (not to mention the state of affairs in Central Australia). The media decides that it will jump on the bandwagon of two disasters a year and is sure not to exceed this quota. I understand that all disasters cannot receive hype-attention otherwise we just raise the basal line and the care-factor will return to a relative stable level. However my issue is that people are being praised for giving money/services/blood/basic needs to the bushfire disaster yet fail to give blood routinely throughout the year/acknowledge the health problems with Indigenous Australians etc. The real heroes are those who give when NOT in a time of disaster. The unsung heroes, if you wish.  I must say that it is incredible that Australians give so generously during these times of need but it is interesting that people don’t give to charities throughout the year. However when the media personalises the issue we are more than happy to give money – almost thanking god that it was not I who was affected. Cancer? Poverty? Mental illness? There is no face, no story… surely I can’t donate to these causes… 

Do we donate because we care or because we fell guilty? Why does it take a disaster for people to donate? Is it vogue to donate? What will your contribution be in a month’s time? 

Another issue that I find interesting is the dilemma that arises when determining where such funds go. I was at the pub the other having a discussion with a friend who was suggesting that the money donated should go proportionally to those affected by the fires. Such that those who have insurance will receive less than those who have paid insurance. I understand that the purpose of charity is to help those in need but I find it hard to accept that someone who has paid insurance their whole life should be disadvantaged by such foresight or risk-management. (I should clarify that I am not advocating people profiting from such fundraising efforts). The money should be allocated to rebuilding the community. But this is such a ambiguous concept – nebulous to the extreme. Do we look at short term problems or a 5 year plan? Where should the money go? By what criteria do we merit funding? Compensate lost income? Tangible as well as conceptual loss? 

After spending a month in Bangladesh mid 2008 I was involved in determining a criterion for which local families were assessed to receive payments to improve their living conditions. I thought this was a hard and ambiguous task – and I admit that I thought that this was exacerbated by the fact that I was working in a third world city – where poverty is at an all time high and desperation is the currency of the day. However thinking about it now, I don’t think that being in a developed country will make the criteria any easier to determine – except that hopefully the process may be a touch more transparent! We can hope. The sad thing is that it will hard to compensate everyone equally… or should that be proportionally?

Victorian Bushfires Arrive in NSW



I just wanted to post these pictures that Dad sent. The bushfires were about 1000kms from where we live yet the smoke has arrived two weeks later. And Dad, your shirt is hilarious. I'm sure Mum loves your bagels!