Saturday, February 28, 2009

That Abominal Thing Called 'The Recession'

So as most people within the Western world, we are in a market-wealth crisis, otherwise known as the recession. For the rich people it means a possible bad mark on their records, a lower performance pay out and a good dose of despise. For the lower-rich it means their identity is messed with as they have to pucker up their life style, adapt to a [s]lower income and perhaps deal with a bit more despise than those above them due to their closer relations with those below them. For middle class and down it means possible unemployment, hard times, and hopefully general, mutual sympathy between ourselves. For the poor, destitute, homeless, bums and the like (can never think of a nice PC word for this class) it's just life as normal, and perhaps suffer a bit more ignorance as those above them become more concerned with their own families, lifestyles and financial issues.

I'd like to draw a point or two out of this. Firstly, I think that if we want to move through this time easier we, particularly the middle-class down patrons, have to resist the urge to think for ourselves and look for more ways to support each other. As the larger portion of society I believe we have the potential to pull through this pretty well if we look after each other rather than just 'numero uno.' I can't do much about the powers that be and what they decide to do e.g. Job Summits. But I can look out for those around me and be aware of not just their financial circumstances, but them as people. Comradery, I'd like to think, will be one of the winning elements of the day.

And another slightly different point. The government should subsidize comedian shows and/or comedy events. For example, a subsidy for those in financial hardship so that they are able to go to the likes of Billy Connolly. It's easy enough to get worn down in life and end up in the dumps. It's much harder to keep an optimistic attitude and maintain a higher morale in seemingly desperate situations. I think that spending the night out and having a good laugh can do worlds of wonders for people and their morale. While it wouldn't improve financial situations, I would argue that it would help improve a persons well-being as well as their relationships with others.

So in one sentence comradery, optimism, high morale and comedy.

Cheers

Jimmy

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Two Interesting Points

If anyone watches Battlestar Galactica here is a review posted by Christianity Today.

For anyone else who doesn't care about Battlestar Galactica and/or Christianity Today, I read these two interesting points of view on the TV series 24. The question asked by Scot was "Is there any point in watching 24? What sort of conversations does the program start?" Thus one person replied:

Bob Robinson
There is absolutely NO reason to watch 24
...Unless you want to give up your commitment to nonviolence
...Unless you want to endorse torture as a means for dealing with terrorists
...Unless you want to consume entertainment that glories in killing and destruction
...Unless you want to want to disavow your Christian commitment to loving your enemies
And another person responded in kind:

Mike
There is every reason to watch 24
....because a commitment to nonviolence doesn’t extend to those who only understand violence and won’t stop their violent acts
....because torture as a means to dealing with terrorists when innocent lives are hanging in the balance is understood
...because entertainment that reflects the noble reality of good triumphing over evil can be understood just as well in modern cinema as in the Bible
....because Christian love of my enemies does not give me permission to let my enemies violently take human life. Life is sacred.

I'm more with Mike than Bob. You can read it here.

Jimmy.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Roosters

 


A pic of a rooster keepin an eye on his turf.
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Thursday, February 19, 2009

Auckland

So a lot of stuff has been pissing me off the last while. High among the list has been drivers. As a comparative to the prejudicially (if that's a word) ill thought of racism, I am becoming more and more car-cist. Car-cist in the sense that when I see a model and make of a car I automatically harbour disdain towards it - regardless of the driver of whom I can only know through their driving. I'm sure everyone does it. Take for example the Holden Commodore, particularly the older models. When I see one of those I just know it's the sort of car that is going to put their foot down and cruise wherever it wants, usually pissing everyone off. It's like they decide to buy the car, hop in it, put their foot down, and magically their dick grows 12 inches. I just feel like ramming the car off the road and pulling them back to earth - if you race everywhere doing 80km/h in busy Auckland then you are going to hurt people. You won't attract more chicks, you aren't cooler, anyone in any car can put their foot down and go faster, and no, you don't have a bigger dick!

It's not just the endangerment either. How many people feel frustrated when they are sitting on the North Western Motorway in the long queue leading onto the Southern Motorway (which seemingly idiotically the council only allocates a single lane for the lead on to the Southern but two lanes to the hardly used East Port) and some guy cruises up the East Port or Nelson St lanes and cuts into the Southern lead on way up the front. They selfishly and unjustifiably cut the queue, making the people with a conscience who have been waiting, wait longer. It is those sorts of people I just want to ram off the road and introduce them to my ever building frustrations of the wait time in the single lane, as well as the increased frustration with watching them cut lines all the time!

Sadly as more than 50% of the world apparently live in cities Auckland drivers perhaps represent a larger portion of the world than we think they do in NZ. I won't ever ram or hurt someone driving to suit only themselves, but I'm sure someone, somewhere, will.

Sorry bout the use of the word Dick, but couldn't think of another word to use. And honestly, I'm just being honest with what I'm thinking.
My groans.
Jimmy.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Campbell Live

So I haven't posted anything in ages. Partly cause I have had a bit of blog-apathy, partly cause I have been busy wit study and partly cause I didn't care (or inversely, cared too much).
I watched this article that was put forward on Campbell Live the other night about a lady who got clamped in a disabled car park. [can watch it here]. Initially I was (sarcastically and cynically) like 'what the frak?' A week or so later and I'm still like 'what the frak?' I mean really, what is this story riding on and what is the point of the story? It is about a lady, who is disabled in some manner, legally parked in a disable carpark, and got unjustifiably clamped. [And just to clarify, she is a bit more than disabled, she has something wrong with her lungs, balance, and has cancer - at least these things]. So what? It only makes a story because she is disabled. If she wasn't disabled, if she had parked in an ordinary carpark it would not have made a story. Despite her sympathetic state of existence, the point of the story is that some stupid human went and clamped a car based on prejudice rather than justice - which I know of several occurances. But their story won't make it onto TV because they aren't in a sorry state of existence. Is using the unfortunates of someones life like this fair? Specially when it happens to others also.
To finish off this hardly proof read blog, the clamper was an idiot - and is the problem in this scenario. While I feel for the lady, they are riding on her disability to create a story which I think is also a bit stupid.