Steven, I only come here for your posts. Cheers for the thought food. It's nice to feel not so alone.
Thank you for saying Simon.
Making comments to an abandoned Internet forum sometimes leaves me questioning my validity as a person. Or at least the validity of the part of my person that writes stuff in English language words. You see, I didn’t learn to write properly until I had to for my arts degree while in my late thirty’s. I did typography papers, which enthused me to go next level and write sentences with punctuation. Complicated story that involves Auckland Metropolitan Collage, Cook street market and smoking dope. Plus dyslexia. I still have trouble expressing myself with written words. It’s frustrating.
I’m clued up enough to know average and relatively normal people like myself, are complex. We have lots of different parts which make us people. The internet personality one part. I find it insanely difficult to keep my online shit together because the internet requires us to split our personalities accommodate the machinery modules. Not that thats new. The printing press got it all ramping up.
I’m an artist, my job is to think about these things and to encourage others too.
Also, the mechanism that clocks the comments has stopped counting at public address forum. The wheels are gradually falling off. Reminds me of the 1980s.
I'm going to try posting a digital photograph next, to see if that still works.
Brocken. So here's the work around:
I used to live on Great Barrier island. No electricity.
Funny to watch journalists getting together on Twitter, to congratulate them selfs for being privileged and special.
We have to try to trust them.
They control the narrative.
I’m a coastguard volunteer, that puts me among well educated middle class professionals. I’m also on a committee at a Kohanga Reo. That puts me among well educated professionals.
Whats middle class?
Clue: you’re postcode?
(I'm not a professional)
To keep on board the original blog:
The wage subsidy helped there, in a way that went beyond mere finance. It was money that had turned up in the bank in a way that didn’t rely on the unknowables of the virus economy. It said: there’s a backstop. A few weeks later, when some work actually did turn up, making an online series for Spark Lab called The Pivot Reports from my kitchen table, I discovered that had been a widely-shared sensation among small business people. It was room to breathe and it was available swiftly and with few questions asked. The subsidy was an $11 billion chill-pill and worth every cent.
The $11 billion dollar chill-pill and the Covid 'special' income support package was great for part of the population. But what’s obviously not recognised in the blog, is that it was targeted relief. The most vulnerable people in our country got chicken shit.
Thats what happened.
Nurses where "essential workers" during the lockdown. They are taken for granted by self-centred little arseholes who live in insulated bubbles.
They where offered a pay rise thats below inflation (not house price inflation), and expected to just suck it up. What kind of shit house people hand out $11 billion dollar chill pills to groovy freelance writers "with few questions asked", but force frontline health workers to grovel?
New Zealand Labour Party people.
“The Commission’s advice requires action, right across the economy, including all New Zealanders, we are all going to have to play our part,” Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern said Wednesday when announcing the arrangement.
"We are all going to have to play our part" says Jacinda Ardern:-)
Thats fighting words...