Food experiment number one, and other weekend tales. - Tactical Ninja
Oct. 17th, 2011
09:40 am - Food experiment number one, and other weekend tales.
On Thursday I got a reply to this letter from Peter Dunne. Perhaps not surprisingly, he says he stands by his faith in our legislative process and that since Parliament has now risen for the election and there are no trade-deal related bills on the list right now, I should essentially not worry about it.
Clearly Peter Dunne does not represent my interests and I am glad I no longer live in his safe-seat electorate. Especially in light of this article from this morning, in which we discover that it's intended to keep the TPPA negotiating papers secret for four years after it comes into effect, and that the government has already blocked a petition for a select committee hearing on the implications of this agreement for New Zealand.
Yes that's right folks, the government doesn't want a select committee to discuss this (and I assume take submissions) before we're signed into it - and has in fact vetoed that possibility - but we're supposed to have faith that our legislative process will allow us to have our say before it becomes law.
Dunno about you, but I'm terrified of this. Meanwhile, Grant Robertson, the Labour MP for Wellington Central that many folks have advised me to strategically vote for, has not yet replied to the letter I sent him with the same questions. After some agitating on Twitter on Friday, I got him to undertake to reply to me. I'll keep you posted on whether he actually does and what he says. My vote will hinge on his response.
On Saturday I was all virtuous and went and did my grocery shopping at Moore Wilson's. As part of the Urban Hunter-Gatherer Tutorial, I took a pad and pen and wrote down the prices of my purchases, then added them up as I went. At the checkout I discovered that the shelf price at Moore Wilson's doesn't include GST, which changed the prices quite considerably overall. In fact, when I then went to Chaffers New World to get the things I couldn't get at Moore Wilson's, it turned out that the only thing that was considerably cheaper at Moore Wilson's was the grated parmesan cheese. I think I won't bother with Moore Wilson's in future unless I'm buying things in bulk.
Then I wrote my essay intro but got hung up on the theoretical framework so took a break and wandered down to the OccupyWellington site and hung out for a while. There were about 250 people there at the time and the atmosphere was festivalesque, partly because a lot of the people were people I've been at festivals with. The FuckThePolice brigade were nowhere in sight, and everyone seemed pretty cheerful and friendly. And while I was there my theory dropped into my head and so I ran off home and did more writing.
Sunday I dragged my offspring out of bed at 9am and we went to the vegie market and got more vegies than you can shake a stick at. Seriously, my fridge is so full of vegies it's scary and there are things in there that I don't even know what they are..
And then - POWER TOOLS!
My tall furniture is now earthquake-bracketed which means the books are on the bookshelf and I can use the hutch dresser to put stuff in, and unpacking is going better now. I also hung three towel rails in the bathroom. I am really confused by what kind of bathroom doesn't have towel rails, but mine didn't. Now it does. Ha!
And then - OCCUPY! Yesterday there were more tents and less people, it was still friendly, and people were stopping by and asking what was up, offering support and handing around food and the like. There'd been a general assembly in the morning in which groups had formed to take care of various practicalities and things looked to be going smoothly. I had a good conversation with this guy and his lady friend:
We were not exactly legion yesterday, but there were at least 10 obviously-identifiable anons there on Saturday (hey ho, masks as collective identity lalala). Anyway, meeting him made my day. ;-)
Then I went home and wrote about the portrayal of collective identity, the emotions of protest, master framing and frame alignment in the intro video to WhatIsThePlan. Interestingly, while the "We are legion. Expect us" thing is now a known Anonymous identity marker, only 21 of the 435 respondents whose stories I'm analysing actually use these slogans in their intros. I'm wondering if they are more of an identifier to 'others' than one to each other, or if markers of collective identity are just not that important to anons. I got hung up on this so stopped.
And then - RISOTTO!
It went really well, tasted really nice, will probably end up being called rotto (it's a family thing, Mum named it when we were kids and made rotto at least once a week), and there's loads left over. Note to self - next time halve the recipe.
So, um, what are some fun things to do with a large quantity of leftover risotto then?
Also, you'll note that in that food pic I am wearing a singlet, at 7pm at night. The door is also open. Have I mentioned how much I like my warm house? I thought my last house was warm but that was only by comparison to my previous two houses. Now I actually live in a warm house and it's AWESOME.
Tonight - visiting the occupiers, more unpacking, doing things with leftover rotto, and writing about moral shocks as motivation to protest.
Shearing season starts on Saturday. *meep*