Tuesday, March 1, 2016

bavitzin', not kibbutzin'

Aesop Rock, again:

Now we the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do with fighting our own causes
We the American working population
Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out
When we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pastimes
That we have harbored based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds dope

excerpt from 9-5ers Anthem, found on Labor Days.

This is why "labor statistics" and economists touting "jobs growth" is irrelevant.

It's not the jobs themselves that matter, unless you only define life through what your income lets you buy.

Hey, maybe that's all economists care about? Gosh, how could that be?

Could it be that economists themselves only value themselves and their lives by counting their accoutrements and gewgaws and gadgets and trinkets and festoonery distributed generously throughout their home, their workspace, their motor vehicles?


Chet Redweld said...

Researching the history of American Motors recently, I stumbled upon this:

A believer in "competitive cooperative consumerism",[89] Romney was effective in his frequent appearances before Congress.

This is speaking not of a Romney, but not "Mitt" -- instead, his father George. It's under the heading American Motors Chief Executive. Footnote 89 at wiki-wiki-wiki leads to: "Current Biography Yearbook, p. 368."

Romney took the helm of AMC in 1954.

It's been noted by cultural observers that consumerism as a driving ideology, pushed by Madison Avenue mechanisms, began in the wake of WW2's end. Historians of culture have observed that it was intended to re-purpose the ramp-up of industry done for war throughout the first half of the 1900s (WW1 and WW2 both).

What I want to know is, how do people decide that it's buying stuff that gives life its highest meaning? I found it delivers very few rewards to me. Perhaps that makes me un-American, a heretic, a traitor, or worst case scenario, simply insane.

Chet Redweld said...

Yowza. A typo.

This is speaking not of a Romney, but not "Mitt"

...errr, wait a minute. Should read as:

This is speaking of a Romney, but not "Mitt"