Looking backward from 1944 to the 18th century, Polanyi saw the catastrophe of the interwar period, the Great Depression, fascism, and World War II as the logical culmination of laissez-faire taken to an extreme. “The origins of the cataclysm,” he wrote, “lay in the Utopian endeavor of economic liberalism to set up a self-regulating market system.” Others, such as John Maynard Keynes, had linked the policy mistakes of the interwar period to fascism and a second war. No one had connected the dots all the way back to the industrial revolution.
the fact that the media is calling what he did "flirting" should tell you a lot about how women are treated in society. this is how men "flirt" with us. "hey can i fuck u? do you have a bf? i mean, am i stepping on another man's toes here? i wouldn't want to do that. i respect men. you? not so much. you i just need to know one thing from. can i fuck you? i won't stop asking you until i can fuck you so can i fuck you?"
A point missed in this “dialogue” the “media” is having - is that in the eyes of the law, we as a society have concluded that minors are generally economically, socially, and legally unequal to adults. By making it illegal for an adult to have sex with a minor, statutory rape laws aim to give the minor some protection against adults in a position of power over the youth. So, the whole point of whether or not he did or didn’t *actually* have sex, or whether his actions were “flirting” is neither here nor there - statutory rape law justifications should still be taken into consideration which is that we as a society want to protect (not defend) against predatory behaviours - regardless of who the predator is. In fact, I dare say, ESPECIALLY BECAUSE of the the predator is.
Scene:a young lady comes onto the carriage wearing a full straight legged, single breasted black suit, white shirt and a thin black tie. I must have given off a weird facial expression ...
Her:Do you have an issue with what I'm wearing? Do I offend your sense of what a woman should look and dress like!?
Her:Are you mocking me?
Me:Listen, firstly you shouldn't care what I or anyone else thinks, as long as you're happy and comfortable. Secondly, any reaction I have is more likely due to the fact that you're dressed as a door knocking mormon than in a pre defined gender identity.
Me:Now, if you pull out a brochure and want to talk to me about Jesus, we are going to have a problem.
Her:... uh, ok ... [ gets up and changes carriages ]
I haven’t been around the interwebs of late. Life has been dense with activity in all aspects of my life.
On the work front, I have taken on a new role. Not quite a promotion, and not really a sidewise step, so I’m going to call it a diagonal slide. Unlike the project gigs with long term milestones and elongated engagements with spikes of activity that I have been used to, its an operational role that runs at a constant fast set spiked pace. The majority of the day to day activity revolves around managing, (re)assigning and backfilling of projects to just under a hundred engineers, analysts and architects across Australia. Then there are the weekly labour utilisation and billing reports, the implementation of capability processes and the global tools and standards. The role will eventually allow for some relief as I work out templates and can offshore some of the reporting functions and I can begin focussing on strategic development and capability planning. So, it’ll be interesting to take hold of the role and to see if we can apply some of the architecture discipline to the operational aspects.
On the home front, after having moved up to Broadford, the “ready to move in home” turned out to have a few things that still needed to be done. The sewerage pump died a few weeks after moving in, the deck needed oiling and the “little bit of land” that surrounds it also needs constant attention - and not just mowing either. It is keeping us busy with task after task - and a few surprises too. Heck, just this week saw us coming home Tuesday night to find a waterfall coming off the roof which meant I immediately had to climb unto said roof and repair a burst pipe cap on the solar hot water system, Wednesday had us chasing and clearing out the swarm of millipedes that have been stirred by the sprinkling of rain and decided the house was a better location, and then Saturday involved spending 5 hours lifting, moving and stacking six tons of firewood into the wood shed.
So, well, the madness of March is almost over and perhaps with April, the showers of change may be kinder.
In a comment to my post on putting out fires last week, one commenter mentioned the utility of the good old sand bucket, and wondered if there was anything that would go on to set the sand on …
Weighing in here with a trans-Pacific communication breakdown, between the meaning of “coffee” in Australia v the US.
Americans in Sydney will often order “coffee” and then wonder why the waiter is still standing, pen poised, waiting to take their order. They’ll often keep repeating the word “coffee” while the waiter keeps saying: “yes?” Finally, the waiter will say, “Any kind in particular?”
“But your best friend is still your best friend. Even from half a world away. Distance can’t sever that connection. Best friends are the kind of people who can survive anything. And when best friends see each other again, after being separated by half a world and more miles than you think you can bear, you pick up right where you left off. After all, that’s what best friends do.”—(via lostwiththewolves)
In the first iteration of blogging, let’s say, from 1999-2005, the emphasis was on naïveté. It felt like no one was watching, and probably for most people no one was watching. So people would write openly about their lives, their piquant obsessions, their day to…