April 7th, 2011

erotically codependent

RAAAAIIIIIINS!

Sparked by the (once again) lousy weather, a post by allyn and my surprise!payrise, I am thinking about wet weather gear.

I've driven in twice this week, both times because of the combination of wet and cold. When I take the train, I have a walk of about 1km from home to train, then another of about the same distance from train to work. And of course the return trip, 4km in total. While I can take cover under shopfronts for the town part, my walk from home is down a southerly-exposed, shelter-free hill. The way things are now, if it's raining and windy, I get wet. Then I get cold and I stay cold, because unlike the olden days I am sitting still all day.

So when the weather's crap I have this dilemma - spend extra money and carbon driving into work for the sake of my own comfort, or suffer all day being wet and cold.

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A couple of links: Our government has given Brazilian company Petrobras permission to do exploratory drilling off the East Coast. Iwi are unimpressed. I am wondering how the passing of the Takutai Moana Bill will impact this, given that it provides the right for iwi to claim customary title through the courts. This is the kind of thing that Maori would prevent under customary title, NOT white people's access to the beaches as certain shit-stirring politicians would have us believe. Frankly, I'd rather Ngati Porou controlled this area than some Brazilian company that plans to take 94% of any profit out of NZ, and lives far enough away that they won't be affected by any accidents. Just saying.

Interesting article on the potential use of medication to produce morality. This is getting closer and closer to being possible, in fact the article claims it's already happening only we don't see it that way. Is this ethically ok? I'm conflicted. Medications help so many people, yet it would be so easy to start seeing any deviance as a mental illness and 'treating' it with drugs to produce a pliable society. Soma, anyone?

Finally, I failed at fabric AGAIN. Arthur Toye has moved. The place they were in now sells crappy-looking gym clothes. But, I found out where it is so lunch time today is all about fabric. Yes it is, damnit. *is stubborn*