Thursday, 15 March 2012

I believe it was Oscar Wilde who once said;

'If economists cared,
they'd do a different job'

Such an illuminating notion is obviously applicable to any job where an employee must regularly flaunt the moral codes which society generates. Some people seem trapped in employment they don't care about, but somehow lack the motivation to do a different job. I'm thinking all those pen pushing, form filling bureaucratic jobs that exist; surely ten years later noone cares about the contents of all those applications and reports. Some jobs are just like that of the economist or the investment banker though; the worker simply must not care for ethical or moral concerns. Perhaps a slaughterhouse operative cares not for the cows. Perhaps a bailiff doesn't care about those he or she visits. Perhaps an editor of a newspaper doesn't actually care about the events he or she reads daily.
 
Presumably in the latter case, if an editor cared, actually cared, about the subjects of every journalistic article he read, newspapers would only publish happy things, or there would be more murderous-editor-rampages.

Shit, maybe if we all actually cared. Like, proper cared I'm talking now. Impossible levels of caring. Maybe the world would be a nicer place. Chefs would refuse to charge for their foodstuffs, customers would demand to pay. CCTV cameras would record thousands of alien acts of kindness every day. People would give way in supermarkets, children would worry they were disturbing old people, Wu Tang Clan basically wouldn't exist.

Anyway, that's obviously all total jibberish, so lets have some black and white photos.


 Kinda creepy.


Kinda heartwarming.

Kinda vertigo.

Kinda wat.




Kinda atmospheric.

Exciting stuff. To finish things off, here is a link to a half hour mix by this amazing DJ I'm into right now. I'm kidding; I did it, so it sucks. I personally recommend sticking it on whilst predrinking, ideally about an hour before you go out.

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