Posts by Stephen Judd
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Paul, I have just the recipe for you: Easter Quark Cake.
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I thought the premise of Dexter was "how can we subtly propagandise the notion that torture is a justifiable practise for the enforcement of justice and the discovery of truth to hipsters who are too smart to identify with Jack Bauer."
/runs away.
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There was a good turn out all right. Not bad considering -- I only heard about it within the last day. Seems like a really grass-roots success to me.
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New Zillunders
Some of us, in our more unguarded moments, actually talk like that, thank you very much.
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I think Sam's link should read "The Dream Is Over". But I agree with the label "superb."
As far as Emma's post goes, marvellous as it is, I think I'm too angry to laugh.
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That is some top-notch high-grade 24-carat invective there. And righteous too.
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Glenn: that's almost 100% reversed from the truth. In fact the NHS in Britain was inspired by such societies, eg the Tredegar Medical Aid Society.
I know that Southern Cross in NZ was not such a lovely worker-led thing, but the 1930s are recent history as far as mutual aid groups go.
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Whenever the concept of Insurance originated, it is fairly clear to me that probably on the first day, if not the first few minutes, someone thought; 'Shit, we're gonna get filthy rich out of scaring people half to death. Where's that surgeon friend of mine. He'll want to invest.'
Actually co-operative insurance and mutual aid societies go back at least to the middle ages where medieval guilds organised them. So I think your instincts are quite wrong there. For-profit insurance is a fairly recent invention and even now, some co-operatives are still going strong.
Co-operative self-help organisations are one of the classic examples socialists and anarchists use to illustrate how voluntary organisations of workers can create powerful, useful systems without the need for capitalist institutions.
(Why yes, I was reading Colin Ward in bed last night.)
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Poppa used to work at the University, and as an alcoholic, spent a bit of time hanging out in pubs with Colin McCahon, apparently often causing McCahon to miss his lectures. I wonder if McCahon ever uttered that phrase...
That would be the (now long gone) Kiwi. Dad too was one of the regulars there -- the Chemistry department graduate students used to drink with Fine Arts bods at the Kiwi owing to geographical coincidence, as I am reminded every time McCahon comes up in conversation with Dad. The reminiscences are not favourable with respect to the art or the artist, I'm afraid. But anyway, next time I talk to Dad I'll ask whether this unpleasant phrase was ever used.