A Complete Explanation Of Everything

The year is 2012.

The Governator and President Palin take the Oval Office by sheer force of personality as a wiltin' Joe Biden collapses in a heap of corruption and America's 47th Vietnam in Ossetia.

"Hey Sarah, what does this red button do..."

"Well Arnie, to tell you the truth I don't know but it looks an awful lot like socialism to me..."

"Damn Commies"

"The only good Russki is a dead one Arnie..."

"Let's launch a first wave counterstrike, they'll never expect it..."

"Yes we can, Arnie, yes we can..."

Don't forget to vote Palin / Schwarzenegger in 2012.

Change we need.

Was going to start slagging my fellow blogging reprobates on my to read list about their inactivity when I noted, my content is similarly parlorous of late...

Anyway, offered 10k by an employer you don't like? That was Ed's beef, he's still telling the story in the wilds of Dunfanaghy in Co. Donegal... Unintelligibly, at low volume but he bought me a pint and that's the important thing...

As for Ernie, well he's a grand lad with a dead missus (of one year) and he bought me a Jameson after he came from playing the fiddle... A very dry, sardonic wit, that shone through the copious amount of alcohol he had taken...

Dunfanaghy is a good town.

Back to Donegal in the future, methinks...

Man, times are tough in this topsy turvy world but I don't gots the time to be concerned... Work is manic right now and showing no signs of slowing down for the foreseeable future, although all sorts of successor and change management issues are rearing their ugly heads, things could become pleasant or downright nasty...

Still, the work is engaging at the minute, which hasn't always been the case so there is something to be said for that...

Off to Barca for three days tomorrow, don't know when I'll be checking back in here but stay safe out there kids!

This thread has so much that I disagree with, it would take a 10,000 word thesis just to address all the points.

Marx however just delivered an analysis of capitalism, he never delivered anything in the realm of an alternative and to decry experiments carried out in his name is to fundamentally misunderstand him... I've alot of time for Rousseau but he was pure bourgeois in the same way that Marx couldn't keep his dick in his pants... Maybe that's real socialism...

There was alot of purity in the attempts of Lenin and Engels to address those deficits in the fields of morality, culture, etc., that you perceive but as always...

I turn this argument on this head!

Are you telling me, what we live isn't an evil system?

Where is the great art of today? Where is the soul, where is the morality of this system?!?

In a time when productive capacity is unequalled, we still have needless suffering in quantum disproportion...

You tell me, this is an efficient system? You tell me it allocates scarce resources to their best effect?!? It has no morality this system and maybe it shouldn't, but at least I'm prepared to countenance that and challenge that...

We simply must ask what we want from an economy, from a society and then either agree or beg to differ and go off in collective humanism or rapacious individualism and have some final conflict a hundred years from now...

Either that or one further external event will force us into a reckoning beyond our meagre comprehension...

I'm getting another beer because all this futility, though I deeply love the romanticism of futility, tires me...

There is too much worth exploring in this existence to spend our time in so conceited a fashion and yet we hold to the vanities of the past with such a cast iron grip that we scare the very humanity within ourselves...

I wish it were not so... But conditions determine consciousness and it will take a generation to achieve something different...

Better or worse...

I've got a black tattoo on my right upper arm. Over the past 2/3 days it's been covered in an almighty black / purple / yellow / beautiful blue bruise. Through some fault of mine own and some fault of my erstwhile friends. That's what 30th birthday parties for friends do, I just had to challenge that guy's jujitsu knowledge! Who wouldn't???

Anyway, outside of that, the financial world is melting down faster than that dude who fell into the toxic waste at the end of Robocop. Nothing more to say there, the 'pin is responding admirably but we're ushering in a new age of uncertainty, socialising capitalism...

Not a new paradigm, as that is thoroughly distasteful but it does taste different...

I was going to call this post, "A Head Full of Blue", after the Nick Johnstone book but I'm pretty sure that's already been used. So I went for the Joni Mitchell title instead, even though the Ipod has now randomly selected "Clouds"... Freaky. Out of 16,000 plus songs...

Anyway, the salient point (there is one?) of this post, was going to be a very long bitch about work and how just when you think you're on top of things, you find yourself back to square one. I suppose, it's natural in a sense, whenever there is transition and you go from being an authority on something to being the new kid on the block, there will be a certain amount of putting up with stuff.

At the minute, my tolerance is now in the red zone on the dashboard and if you were to draw a heatmap of where certain issues are, I'd be all over it. To be honest, in one sense, things are fine, I don't have to push the issue as it were but I've never been one too comfortable in lying back and thinking of England on the job.

I don't have much in life but I've been endowed with a certain misguided sense of professionalism, even though I'm utterly disconnected from the various economic modes and the capitalist ethos. I just like doing things well and being respected, a certain Pavlov's dog inherent contradiction, I must admit... But like my t-shirt says, existentialists do it pointlessly...

So how was that for a ramble?

Went to see Islands (Canadian band) in The Underground on Saturday night, knew next to nothing about them but they were ok, the show finished like @ 10pm, so they could clean the place out and bring in the next bunch of dance punters?!? What the hell is up with that? For €15, I expect at the very least a bad indie dance club...

A terrible venue with very much the mauvais esprit pour moi, it'll take something special before I darken their doors again.

And go round and round.

In the circle game.

Just finished off the last of my Electric Picnic stash there, you know the roll you've managed to squeeze into a handy pocket for the entire weekend in case the urgent need overpowers you?

We managed not too badly down there although I did head to the longdrop Saturday morning on the Jimi Hendrix campsite which was not such a smooth move... People were actually being physically sick at the sight of what greeted them inside, maybe they would have been sick anyway but it certainly didn't help...

Naw, main stage, mid-day, the brand new porta-loos that's where it's at, you can't forget paying the extra €20 for the comfy crappers, that's not down with what a festival is all about...