October 6th, 2008

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Restlessnesssssss...

So this morning, I was copying something from a floppy disk (yes some folks still use those) onto my pooter, and as often happens, it wasn't working. It was making that "chunk chunk chunkity chunk" that says the disk is churning and nothing's happening. After the 16th bar I found myself disappointed that it didn't drop me a bassline..

Hi, I'm Tats and I'm an addict.

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Special shout-out today to happyinmotion, who actually made it out and danced until 3:30am, an hour I'm pretty sure he didn't know existed prior to this weekend. Thank you so much for that.

There's a bit of weirdness in my head today. But it's not MY weirdness, and I refuse to own it. Meanwhile, my body is going "You danced. A lot. With cool people, some of whom came down from Auckland special-like." Ways to make Tats happy Nos. 17, 35 and 762.

(playing with fire hoop and having one of the wicks come off and go flying past someone's head = not so cool. being able to do running repairs on the fly and keep going = awesome. heh)

Thing I am grateful for today - tolerance. In myself, of myself, in other people, of other people. The world could use a bit more though. Please see to it. Cheers.
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Does this sound anything like a thesis statement?

I want to argue that the rise of neoliberalism in New Zealand brought about two things that contributed to the perpetuation of the myth of classlessness.

1. The Employment Contracts Act effectively disempowering unions and pre-emptively killing class action before it got started (insert appropriate Marxist stuff here).

2. The rhetoric of individual responsibility that sold the idea that equal opportunity leads to equal outcome as long as the person has the nous to get off their fat lazy ass and do something about themselves (insert appropriate Weberian stuff here).

Therefore, despite the increasing inequality that was happening all around the place, there was little to no class action and most folk figured that if they tried harder they'd get somewhere. So.. an illusion of classlessness.

Am I blowing smoke out of my ass? Too ambitious? I still have time to spout platitudes if this is unsuitable, but I'd rather do something interesting.. Smart people, please be honest.