#working week

[guessimdumb]

Working Week with Tracey Thorn & Robert Wyatt - Venceremos (We Will Win) (Bossa Version) (1984)

This beautiful song was a tribute to Chilean singer Víctor Jara, who was arrested, tortured and murdered by the Pinochet regime. Working Week was formed by Simon Booth out the ashes of Weekend, and on this tune, Tracey Thorn, Robert Wyatt and Claudia Figueroa share the vocals.

[spilladabalia]

Working Week featuring Julie Tippetts and Claudia Figueroa ''Venceremos''

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“FIVE-DAY WEEK; SIX-HOUR DAY’ - Labor’s Demand,” Vancouver Sun. February 22, 1933. Page 18. ---- TRADES' CONGRESS PROGRAM SUBMITTED TO B. C. GOV'T - RIGHTS OF CHILDREN TO EDUCATION ---- Enactment of legislation, along various lines, with a view of easing the burden of unemployment and increasing the purchasing power of the wage earner was sought recently by the Provincial Cabinet by the British Columbia executive of the Trades and Labor Congress of Canada.

A comprehensive report of the legislation sought was placed before the Vancouver, New Westminster and District Trades and Labor Council at its regular meeting Tuesday evening, and received its endorsation. 

Principal among the proposals are: 

Limiting the working week to five days of six hours each; 

Maintenance of wages at a level which would not further jeopardize the standard of living of those affected;

National unemployment insurance. 

The meeting endorsed a resolution of the Bakers' Union seeking more rigid enforcement of the pure food laws. Complaint, was voiced against private individuals selling home bakery products in the curb markets. Such products, it was charged, were produced in bakeries which were not regularly inspected by health officials, nor were the products wrapped and labelled in accordance with regulations.

[holographings]

someone on twitter said Imagine what s2 jayce would give to talk to s1 viktor just one more time. and someone had a time travel alternate dimension fic ready to go. and i read it. and now my face is being eaten by 3750 feral dogs i think

[newagesurvivalist]

I am what I am

The world is a dangerous place. People undertake a variety of actions and make a great deal of plans. But, we don't know what anything really means; we are swept up in the ebb and flow of business and politics, and at no point are we ever solidly at rest - calm, and under control. Everything is insane; however, there will be moments in which we are tested, and in these moments dignity of character will be of the utmost importance. What I want to do is philosophize for while, to understand and expound upon the values that make our lives worth living; and furthermore to state the obvious, so as to make us aware of that unchanging and indomitable law of nature that dominates our doings. Finally, I wish to connect this to that great truth of life: that the goal of life is to make a living, a saying from Kierkegaard.

First of all, there is a value in life that has been quothed by the ancient Greeks over and over: that the greatest wisdom is to know oneself. This has been interpreted to mean: to know one's measure. However, I feel this is a kind of inappropriate interpretation of it. For since, we see that it is really a practical dictum. A man is then said to be able to do whatever he wants, if he knows himself to be in some way limited; but I see that a man needs to know many more things, such as where his talents lie and what he likes to do, and how strong he is under duress and what he aspires for: these are continuously suppressing notions, that make one reconsider his entire world-view. On the contrary, there is even a consideration from the Orient, where Master Tsu says that one must know himself in war. "Know oneself, know one's enemy." These are similarly weighty considerations, because in truth it seems it is all too easy to submit to the old rule that to measure something is to know it. We ought to keep rethinking the old systems of morality, and thereby begin to understand that it is, in fact, to know one's quality, what makes a man truly strong: for if he knows he is eminently gifted, he need not worry about challenges, but if he is handicapped, he must certainly know how to compensate for these faults. That is enough on the first value.

On the second point, I'd wish to think again on the problem of the One and the Many. Spiritual teachers have stressed, especially in India, that the One is actually the Godhead, and permeates the entire universe in a kind of caleidoscopic way; and everything that exists, exists actually only as God, and has no meaning outside of its divinity: the famous adage "That art thou." Now we see that this is fundamentally a social notion. We tend to see it as important that one man, one vision, is superior to confused and manifold ones. So it is in fact a certainty, that the righteousness of the enlightened despot's vision is found in all layers of social reform, and the best men all agree on who should rule, and by extension, what politic is best for society. This idea, even, of "one world", in which every little villager is just a small cog in the immense harmony of the world, is a potent notion, that influences many a reformer or prophet. But what is going on is that individuals can decide for themselves what to do and what to desire, and they believe in the end in the religion that most aligns with their feeling of home and hearth, and the superiority of this tribe over some other. Therefore, I will say that our search for a perfect quintessence that somehow allows us be united with God in some greater consciousness, is really just the dream of a technocratic state, in which no work is done, but all are under the control of some deranged genius. In this way, we should remember that the thou art that, or all is one paradigm is in fact an admonishment, not to search for the inner workings of all specimens, but nothing less or more than the hope for honest labour, in a just and fair, well-governed state. I leave it at that, and move on to the next point.

For the third subject of consideration, I will, finally, discuss the idea of authenticity, or self-possession. In a memoir I tried to write, I settled on this term as the principal criterium for my own success in terms of mental and ecological health. Self-possession, then, is really the playing of one's own part, rather than someone else's, on the theatre of life: the beholding of the essence, or perhaps we might say God again. Nota bene, that this Godhead is not the God of the Indians, that we can know and that knows us and that unites wisdom and desire in one ultimate moment of peace and equanimity. This, rather, is the God of Judeo-Christian heritage, that was uplifted by Jesus and then made the arbiter of good and evil, and shows us what is perfect in us and the only, spiritual goal in life that is honest compared too all debauched goals that the world offers us. In other words, a man is not truly himself, unless he has, as Christ says, denied himself, and become a servant of the immortal God. I will add that it is in fact one's function to be at the disposal of the machine of the Kingdom, but it is, of course, not a machine in the data-driven, computational sense of a robot or calculator, but rather, truly, a clock such as the universe itself is, presided by the Great King. In other words, a man is not so much expected to be a cog, again, in this great machine, but rather to be responsible, to be an agent of the working order of the universe that is presided by the Lord, in which constant faith in the wisdom of the Word is logical, lucrative and adequate for human satisfaction in this great system of trade and conflict that dominates over the wishes of his pagan heart. In summary, a man must be himself, and act as himself, that is to say revel in the glory of God as a function of God's immortal Will, that permeates everything; so, simply put, he must appreciate the gifts God has given him, and use them for the completion of his designs. That is the ground of self-action, or self-responsibility. With that, I end by disquisition.

Now what is clearly going on is that man is never in charge of his life, but always moving after the goals of mightier men. Tragic as that may seem, I daresay this gives some life to his otherwise static existence. It is lonely at the top. I am not saying a man should desire for having a boss, but it is certainly a dynamic that gives weight to his own meaning, for there is no greater rulership than to serve the state. When this state is actively embodied in some social fact, such as a king, that might be excellent for us. It is the most satisfactory thing in life to have things be as they are thought to be when there is hope, and in this sense, Empire is the true fulfillment of hope, and its most solemn expression. For all that, Empire continues to exploit and demean people in their struggle for recognition, but we cannot act as if it is all right that the rich get richer in laissez-faire systems of wealth-accretion. I don't know anything about economics, but I will say that there is no virtue in material wealth-hoarding and banking, and these seem to be the pillars of the American system; and it is opposed to the radical Empire that I fantasize about. There must be social change for emancipation to be realized in a fettered world. On the other hand, it would seem that the few people still capable of making the world worthy and dignified are, in fact, paralysed by systems of wealth-accretion. In fine, we must place power back in the hands of the aristocracy. Then there may be some relief from the confusion and empty money-mongering that we see on Earth today.

Now we may wish to keep things as they are. Our lives seem relatively free, and we can do whatever we want and there is no immediate oppression we have to cope with. We can choose whatever job we like and do it, and get a large degree of satisfaction from that - because, so it seems, we get to do something that contributes to the continued and increasing wellfare of all of mankind. But is that really true? It seems to me that in what we have discussed today it really is unfair for us to expect that we will ever get peace on Earth in this sallow, meaningless treadmill in which we are forcing ourselves. For us finite beings, with finite capacities, the only things we can hope for in life is to be part of some greater purpose under the heavens. Although there is no truly righteous man to be found in the cities of the West, we dream nevertheless of some more perfect or generous organization that truly works for the improvement of the human lot in life. I don't know what is truly necessary for a man to live life in peace and reward, but frankly the only thing that we see on the horizon is disaster. Yet there might be some resolution we can make, in our finitude, that will allow us to make the start for a more meaningful, more harmonious world.

I cannot answer that question. I am not a spiritual master. But I have said much today and I wish to conclude in a happy and optimistic fashion, so that we may look to the next day with a degree of tranquility. - It seems then that the current world is broken, but the values from the past still speak to us, and we may be able to unite them somehow in a virtuous system. I daresay that is the rallying cry for the new spirituality: to translate philosophies built around antiquated values, and then make them work in a modern, medically sound system of virtue, that people can work towards. Maybe there will be moments in which some appeal to the heavens will return in common parlance, and that is only natural. Nevertheless, I think that men should strive to comport themselves in this grand system of competing entrepeneurs that we call modern society, and do what they can to make the world make sense again. Because to me it seems that we have not managed to realize stoic values, and are now adrift, and we need new system of knowledge, but in the modern spirituality, knowledge can no longer be separated from politics, and we must somehow translate terrific notions from the past into everlasting, durable values that have some connection to the horror of statecraft. In the end, all that matters is that a man can look himself in the mirror and can sleep at night, and I think that only self-reflection can help in this regard. So long.

[minjimunji]

bi 4 bi percabeth,,,,, 👉👈

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Physically? I am sitting in my bedroom. Mentally? Spiritually? I AM DEAD ON THE FLOOR!!!!! THESE TWO HAVE KILLED ME!!!!

(Another drawing! This was originally attempt #1 at drawing stan, and then fiddleford just showed up. Kinda feels like them five minutes after the above acting like nothing happened though, so it works sdjkgkjfshj)

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.

For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.

I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.

[maeamian]

If you saw me agreeing with being annoyed about wasted helium in a fictional context and were like "I bet she has some more helium based anger in her life" good news LAPD fucked up a raid on a medical facility they thought was a pot farm and flat out ruined thousands of gallons of the stuff.

[teaboot]

If I can recommend you do 1 low-effort thing for the love of God it is this:

Keep 5 cards in your pocket. One will say "yes", the second will say "no."

If you lose your voice, or lose speech, or want to make a dramatic embellishment at the right time, it is an elegant and efficient solution that is right there at hand.

But what if people question you from there? "Why do you have that card? Why would you do this? How long have you had that in your pocket?" For this, or whatever else they say, the third card: "I don't have a card for that."

"What the fuck," they ask. They laugh. They are bemused. You bring the energy back down with the fourth card: "I have laryngitis. I've lost speech. My throat hurts". Whatever you expect to occur.

The joke is over. Rule of threes. Now they are curious. They wonder about logistics. "How did you know I would say that? Is everyone so predictable?"

As a three-part bit, nobody ever sees the fifth card coming.

"I have powerful wizard magics."

Gets them every time

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

Observing

[jackassbroadcast]

Been alittlewhile but the homo grind never stops ‼️‼️

[orbitganymede]

self proclaimed guard dog simon who’s never held a conversation with you or even really tried to interact with you at all. he had caught a glimpse of you out on the town and traced you back to your current job, lucky for him, on base. you’re a little freaked out, this mammoth of a man randomly shows up one day and pulls a chair up to your desk, takes out a book and just hangs out for a few hours? even leaves an extra lighter for his cigs in your pen holder. introductions were a quick back and forth on names and that’s about it, sometimes he comments on your clothes or jewelry, he saw your dainty little chain on your neck and purchased an S charm the next day, left it on your desk and that was that. you really shouldn’t be okay with this but he’s kinda intriguing, and the guy that has the office next to yours hasn’t bothered you in weeks, something you’ve been begging for mentally, so really what’s simon doing wrong? he sometimes even brings you a stray pudding cup from the mess, how sweet.

but what really gets you is when you’ve just got in your car, setting your things down, buckling your seat belt, the works, but simon slides in your passenger seat, gives you a look (his eyes look so pretty in the sunlight) and tells you to “take us home”, you’re nervous to say the least, you heard what happened to janet in admin when she told him one of his stacks of paperwork was filed wrong, that she wasn’t gonna take his next one until he fixed his mistake (she’d left crying, cursing his name to high hell, and asking for a transfer) so really what choice do you have.

and maybe he walks into your place, goes straight for where you always store your remote and turns on the channel you like to watch, almost as if he’s seen this routine before, he even asks what face mask you’re gonna do tonight, you wonder how he guessed that you do a face mask every friday night (he suggests the blueberry charcoal one, says it makes your skin glowy (he did not use the word glowy)) you shrug and go on with your nightly tasks, make dinner, do dishes, shower. but what actually makes you stop in your tracks is when he walks out of the bathroom, still steamed up from his shower, butt ass naked and asks you what your favorite position is, pet.

[petricorah]

continuing my trend of drawing sleeping zuko for my birthday [ids in alt]

bonus sketches below the cut bc i thought they were funny--

[wafflesrisa]

Reblogs appreciated to increase sample size!

[eydilily]

you just got to survive