Monday, 18 October 2010

New shoes!!!!

You are all going to see these, so it's a non-story, but I'm quite in love with my new crazy shoes... they have two sets of laces for christ sake. I need some kooky shoes now that everyone has military brown boots. They are comfy but really tricky to put on, so I guess I just won't take them off.

They are perfect because they will go with all my clothes, and are slumpy, but still neat. My parents sent me some pyjamas today and a post card. I think there should be mandatory care packages from parents to students who have for university. In the care package today was a postcard. With a picture of Queen Victoria and her dog. The note read:
Our noble hound today ate through my belt so my trousers keep falling down. We are not amused. Dad.

This week I'm reading about print and manuscript culture. I think my first or at least my procedural might look at times when works were circulated as manuscript even after coming into print and arguing that this was not necessarily because of flexibility and engagement: Since these things were still very much possible with printed works... but because of economic reasons. I think it's an interesting and different enough argument to get me through this busy, busy start of term.

Tuesday, 12 October 2010

Poor Little Rich White Boys.

A potent cliché amongst historians is that the study of the past will prevent history repeating itself. It is with this ideal and hope with which Friedrich von Hayek writes The Road to Serfdom, his bestselling discussion of the economic and political climate of 1944. The root of his argument is that socialism is the root cause of both fascism and communism. That communal power leads to universally shared and expressed ideas. This in turn leads to a need to spread the simple but effective ideologies of the community and eventually to enforce these ideologies through violence. In it's place he argues that in order to protect the "individual" ( I will come back to this loaded term) it is necessary to have a free market, with lots of competition and private property controlling the wealth. Put simply, Hayek argues that if the state takes away the power from the private property owners it will lead them on a road to serfdom.


His argument at its heart is for freedom of the individual. He posits that socialism is set up to destroy individualism and that a free market aids individualism. In so doing he highlights his own utter ignorance for the core roots of socialism. To look at this we need to go back to Friedrich Engels seminal socialist text, The Condition of the Working Class in England in 1844. Writing in the 1840s Engels is discussing a period in which Hayek's ideals of private ownership and free markets are in full swing. England is the richest and most powerful nation in the world, individual freedom must therefore of course be at its most high, the "working man" at his most comfortable and secure:


"Often the inspectors found, in a single house, two families in two rooms. All slept in one, and used the other as a kitchen and dining-room in common. Often more than one family lived in a single damp cellar, in whose pestilent atmosphere twelve to sixteen persons were crowded together. To these and other sources of disease must be added that pigs were kept, and other disgusting things of the most revolting kind were found."


In such environments it becomes difficult to begin to imagine the individual freedoms of the men and women who were living in these environments, unable to afford basics liberties such as privacy. "We must add that many families, who had but one room for themselves, receive boarders and lodgers in it, that such lodgers of both sexes by no means rarely sleep in the same bed with the married couple." It becomes difficult to contemplate that they could pick and choose the work, or life they led.


Poverty is rarely touched upon by Hayek. His ideals require the working man to be free and he believes the freedom of all men in England to be somehow self-evident: "By the beginning of the 20th Century, the working man had reached the degree of comfort, security and personal independence which 100 years before had hardly seemed possible." Hayek carefully compares the working man with Engels' working man, but offers no evidence for this new found security and independence of the working classes. George Orwell in the 20s and 30s wrote extensively about the problems which continued to face the poor throughout Britain. His books the Road to Wigan Pier and Down and Out in Paris and London, are the accounts of his experiences of the working class experience. Socialism is not an attempt to create uniformity as Hayek suggests (by lumping together socialism, Marxism and communism into one very small rowing boat) but was originally founded upon the realisation that capitalism was destroying the independence and individuality of the poor.


Hayek writes: "Our generation has forgotten that a system of private property is a most important guarantee of freedom. It is only becuase of the control of the means of production is divided among many people acting independently that we as individuals can decide what to do with ourselves." The "we" of this statement refers to those like Hayek, the rich, the white, the male, and the powerful. The Road to Serfdom is adored by people like Hayek; Churchill used up precious stocks of rationed paper printing thousands of copies of it, Glenn Beck, stark raving mad republican broadcaster loves it, and George W. Bush sr. gave Hayek a medal of freedom for writing it. The individual freedoms which Hayek wishes to protect are their freedoms. But it says nothing for the freedom of the poor to have enough money to put a roof over their heads, to have enough food to eat, to have job satisfaction or even the simple choice of being able to leave their job and find better employment.


Interestingly, Hayek paints two pictures of the working man, the first is the comfortable, secure ideal I have already discussed. The second is those who will seize power if socialism is allowed to slide into communism or fascism. "The higher the education and intelligence of individuals become, the more their tastes and views are differentiated. If we wish to find a high degree of uniformity in outlook, we have to descend to the regions of lower moral and intellectual standards where the more primitive instincts prevail." Once a political extreme prevails, it will be the less individualistic people who will take control. Thus on the one hand Hayek suggests that the poor have independence and individualism and on the other purports that their like of individualism will lead them to become powerful in a communal state. The hearty warm working man is transformed into a uniform, dangerous bureaucrat.


Hayek's Road to Serfdom closes with the following rhetoric: The guiding principle in any attempt to create a world of free men must be this: a policy of freedom for the individual is the only progressive policy." In reality what Hayek proposes is a regression away from giving the working class an opportunity to develop individuality and independence. Instead he is self-serving in his attempts to preserve the wealth and independence of the rich. Indeed his ideas were played out during the 80s by Thatcher's government. Once again Britain was engaged in the biggest boom of the 20th Century, and yet unemployment was at its highest since the war. Hayek gives the right a cosy little bedtime story that socialism is about crushing the individual which makes it easy for them to privatise, to destroy small businesses, to find loopholes in tax and ultimately to be as greedy as they like. But socialism is not about creating a community which controls everything, it's about closing the gap between rich and poor, about giving everyone the opportunity to be free. To misquote Marx; if Hayek's description of socialism is correct, then I am not a socialist.

Friday, 27 August 2010

A Gentleman's Game

It has been a long time since I last posted. I have found work. I work in a kitchen, a male-dominated environment in which the work is hard but I don't mind too much. It is interesting and busy enough that I don't count the minutes. This is particularly lucky as sometimes I work an 11 or 12 hour shift or 720 minutes. I wash the pots. In this respect I am the lowest of the low. The chefs tell me what to do, the waiters and waitresses tell me what to do. I am at the bottom of a very long ladder. But unlike working in an office I do have a certain amount of autonomy. In at least my space; the realm of the sink I am queen, and I can get a little grumpy and officious when people mess up my space or waste my time. I find it interesting that the component parts of the kitchen all need to be in place for it to run smoothly. The little bitty jobs that waste time and are unproductive but still need to be done fall to me frustratingly, but sometimes everything runs smoothly.
I do not like the pay. THE PAY IS BAD. It is disgusting, it has always been disgusting that the minimum wage is graded down based on age. Anyone who is old enough to be working full-time. Who is trying to support themselves beyond the aid of their parents deserves minimum wage. Whether they are 16 or 18 or 21. I am fortunate that I am 21. On October 1st the legislation will change I will earn the full minimum wage. 5.90 an hour. Hopefully by then my tax code problems will be resolved. As it is I am working for £4 an hour after tax. I am desperately poor. But it hasn't kicked in yet. Provided I can sustain myself for this month I should be able to support myself.
James seems to be unable to motivate himself to find work. Apart from getting press-ganged into an interview for telesales the progress is very very slow. He is afraid. He is so afraid that even if we designate a day to go into town and find work we will not arrive before around 2 and often it is much later, leaving little time to actually talk to anyone. He doesn't search online, he doesn't try and he is unafraid of abject poverty. I don't really know what to do.

Tuesday, 13 July 2010

The Chalet School

I've taken a break from my satanic reading list because it is a wee bit heavy at times to read a couple of chalet school books. The chalet school series was the creation of Elinor Brent-Dyer published (at least according to wikipedia) between 1920 and 1970. In that time she wrote over 60 of the damn things. They are annoying books and that's probably why I can't stop reading the dreadful copy I'm reading at the moment. The main reason I am fascinated by these books is there potent anti-feminist message and staunch continuation of not simply 50s ideals but victorian ones.
Excitements at the Chalet School was published in 1957. It tells the story of an entire class of delinquents who upon the proposal of a festival (the school is turning 21. Apparently this is important) decide to reform themselves so that their ideas get taken seriously. It is the typical story of bad girls reformed. But unlike in Blyton's The Naughtiest Girl in the School, the bad acts are swiftly described and dealt with. Blyton on the other hand delighted in the details. I can still vividly remember reading over and over about how the protagonist elizabeth would put cockroaches in her governesses bed and delighted in spilling ink all over the carpet. She likewise comes to be reformed but maintains her outspoken and witty ways. She never becomes perfect.
In Excitements however the naughtiness of the form inter v is squashed quickly. Disliked characters are bitter and shallow cutouts, their concerns are always sidelines by the homogeny. As such I am drawn to liking the characters who are basically bullied by a consistent system of exiling the non-conformists. For example, one girl called Yseult suggests they do a play and chooses the one she would like to perform: "The Land of Heart's Desire, " Yseult said promptly. "What?" Miss Ferrars exclaimed. "But my dear girl, you couldn't touch it! It's far too difficult for schoolgirls!" The teacher enfantilises and humiliates a 16 year old. The material she suggests is tainted by the sexualised promises of love. It is desire and passion. The naughtiest form in the school is made of pupils ranging from the age of 14 to 17 it is an inbetween form. The girls who are too stupid to make it into Va or Vb senior forms are placed there with exceptional middle schoolers. They are the displaced and difficult pupils treated like children because their classmates are still "girls." 70 years earlier Yseult might have already been married and enacting her hearts desires. She is cast as the bitter outcast whilst the mary-sue characters of the novels are very much reinforcing the dominant values of the schools.
This distinction is outlined by the ways in which the two different groups suggest ideas for the all-important festival. Yseult would like a new uniform which is more "artful" whilst The Maynard Triplets (children of Brent-Dyer's original characters) propose that two new chapels be built. One proposes non-conformity, the others reinforcement of the christian values so perpetuated by the school. The teachers laugh at Yseult's idea they ignore the enormous expense of the triplets' idea and instigate it. Conforming gets you taken seriously.
Shrews are tamed at the chalet school but as yet (I've not finished this novel just yet) Yseult has undergone no change and there is no hint that she will. She is not out-right naughty, she is not punished, she is just persistently mocked and ridiculed by teachers, prefects and classmates alike. The chalet school is dated and this rant about a series of books which is rarely read anymore is unimportant. But it is an interesting expression of the tensions of a 1950s Britain which tried to suppress the heart's desire only to find themselves with an angry new creation. The teenager. I am contemplating a rewrite of the chalet school books; a trashy piece of hardcore pornography in which the sexualised humiliations of the young women are made a little less subtle for the gratification of a wide and varied audience of exploitative adults.

Saturday, 10 July 2010

Shop work

The end of unemployment could be upon me! I have one small job and that means that I can start the long and winding process to being self-sufficient. I'm working in a little newsagents on Badger Hill. It's a lovely little local shop and I work alone which is a very interesting experience. It's a little dull and can be quite quiet, but work is work and a colleague told me there may be the potential for more hours.

What will I complain about now?

Possibly the loneliness and isolation of living on Heslington East Campus. No shop, no cash machine, no housemates. No nothing. If it weren't for James I would have gone mad 2 days ago. Yay for James.

Tuesday, 6 July 2010

Friday, 2 July 2010

"Human Resources"

The phrase human resources sounds like people who treat other people as renewable energy source. *shudder*

Humans are expendable and easily replaceable after all.