I love the phrase "failure of market capitalism." It's such a brilliant phrase. Because, of course, as it currently seems to be being used, it's actually wrong. Market capitalism has spectacular failings in its theories at times, but human crisis and catastrophe aren't among them. Crisis and catastrophe are supposed to be part of market capitalism ( Read more... )

This is a post because it hot, and that makes me easily vexed. Also because I've been meaning to vent about something like this for a while.

( Why human rights are annoying )

OK, so, this is unlike every other Christmas I have ever had before. And that includes that awesome mum/dad-pre-divorce ( Read more... )

This is why I hate original research/life/people/the universe/monkeysSeriously, this is the second time this has happened to me (following on from that unfortunate incident involving bioterrorism and an entire edition of the MJA) (Which, incidently, also did not fare that well). Third, if you're willing to count the massive APES survey of uni ( Read more... )

I keep meaning to make a post, and then I get distracted, and I forget, and so I have this massive log of potential (boring) post ideas building up. But I have a moderately good post to make. Today my mum bought The Book Of Evil ( Read more... )

So, given that I've been completely finished all my assessments for about a week, I thought I'd make a post that's largely about my honours. (I say 'largely' at first, but on reflection that was a lie, just like everything else on this blog)

( Continued below )

Anyone who reads Vidya's journal may have come across my recent obsession with the Bell case and Neville Owen's judgment. Here is a sample: "I confess to a touch of madness: nothing else could explain why I have remained in judicial office for as long as I have and why, immediately after completing a long administrative inquiry, I agreed to hear ( Read more... )

Last night was pretty good. A-Attack (A-Invasion! Now with racist overtones!) at Curtin, followed by going-outness. Of course, this was possibly accompanied by me running through my usual list of things I should not do on a Friday night but do anyway. But less about this, and more about other things! A-Attack were pretty alright. But the high point ( Read more... )

You know that story about kids? How when you're young, seventeen seems old, and twenty-one unimaginably antiquated? And even if it wasn't true for you to begin with, the reiteration of the idea has made it true: giving you permission to reread your childhood in a way that suits what you want to see in it, or spinning the idea out whole from ( Read more... )

Things. What was I going to write about, again? Oh, right, got it. OK. Ahem.

Life: caught up with Katie last Wednesday. It was good. Got to catch up on gossip and got to see The Bank Holidays and got to run into Celia, Brad, Max, Bindi, and, technically, Harry (we're still not speaking) and got to see the New Pornographers. Who, despite a shortage ( Read more... )