Tuesday, 28 October 2008

From "The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism"

By Max Weber.

And since the interest of the employer in a speeding up of harvesting increases with the increase of the results and the intensity of the work, the attempt has again and again been made, by increasing the piecerates of the workmen, thereby giving them an opportunity to earn what is for them a very high wage, to interest them in increasing their own efficiency. But a peculiar difficulty has been met with surprising frequency: raising the piece-rates has often had the result that not more but less has been accomplished in the same time, because the worker reacted to the increase not by increasing but by decreasing the amount of his work. A man, for instance, who at the rate of 1 mark per acre mowed 2 1/2 acres per day and earned 2 1/2 marks, when the rate was raised to 1.25 marks per acre mowed, not 3 acres, as he might easily have done, thus earning 3.75 marks, but only 2 acres, so that he could still earn the 2 1/2 marks to which he was accustomed. The opportunity of earning more was less attractive than that of working less. He did not ask: how much can I earn in a day if I do as much work as possible? But: how much must I work in order to earn the wage, 2 1/2 marks, which I earned before and which takes care of my traditional needs? This is an example of what is here meant by traditionalism. A man does not "by nature" wish to earn more and more money [...]

Thursday, 16 October 2008

Mr Tim Atkins is reading "Folklore" tonight at The OldKings Head in King's Yard, 45-49 Borough High Street, London SE1 1NA. Start time not impossibly 7.30 pm.

Tuesday, 14 October 2008

From "Pop"

By Barack Obama.

[...] Yelling in his ears, that hang
With heavy lobes, but he’s still telling
His joke, so I ask why
He’s so unhappy, to which he replies...
But I don’t care anymore, cause
He took too damn long, and from
Under my seat, I pull out the
Mirror I’ve been saving; I’m laughing,
Laughing loud, the blood rushing from his face
To mine, as he grows small,
A spot in my brain, something
That may be squeezed out, like a
Watermelon seed between
Two fingers [...]

Saturday, 11 October 2008

acoustic improvisation - solo violin

(But check TFL)
Tonight 11 October 2008
The Norwegian Church (Sjømannskirken)
St Olav's Square, SE16 7JB

free admission
(retiring collection)


Chris Goode
& other stuff @
The Klinker @ Maggie's Bar
100 Stoke Newington Church St.
Tuesday 14th October
Doors open 8.30ish for a 9ish start
£5 (£3 conks)


Satellites Talking
Saturday, October 18, 2008 at 7:30pm
Betsey Trotwood
56 Farringdon Road, London
Poetry by Sophie Robinson, Kelly-Marie
Music by Mel Dobson, Ruby and her Whorses
Maybe comedy and maybe music by Max and Iván


14 Hour @ The Griffin
93 Leonard Street, EC2A
The Woe Betides
Tim Clare
Niall Spooner-Harvey
Guy J. Jackson
Andrew Copeman
& Graham Bendel
Saturday, October 25th at 8.00 pm


7.15, 21st October
The Foundry, near Old Street Tube

Adrian Clarke
Francesca Lisette
Wanda Phipps
Anna Ticehurst
Michael Zand
Mike Weller (video work)
Allen Fisher (video interview)

Wednesday, 8 October 2008

architecture for cartography (7/8)

What do they agree on:

Francesca Beasley
Andrew Brewerton
Stuart Calton
Rosy Carrick
David Chaloner
Matt Chambers
cris cheek
Jon Clay
Jennifer Cooke
Emily Critchley
Alison Croggon
Alex Davies
Ryan Dobran
Andy Ellis
Gareth Farmer
Harry Gilonis
Chris Goode
Giles Goodland
John Hall
Jeremy Hardingham
Michael Haslam
Ian Heames
Kent Johnson
Justin Katko
David Kennedy
Michael Kindellan
Peter Larkin
J.P.D. Lavery
Jow Lindsay
David Lloyd
Larry Lynch
Rod Mengham
Will Montgomery
Philip Newman
Peter Nicholls
Ian Patterson
Neil Pattison
Simon Perril
Alex Pestell
Peter Philpott
Robin Purves
Herman Rapaport
Sophie Read
John David Rhodes
Peter Riley
Luke Roberts
Josh Robinson
Stephen Rodefer
Ben Seymour
Marcus Slease
Nicolas Spicer
Josh Stanley
Chris Stroffolino
Keston Sutherland
John Temple
Michael Tencer
Anna Ticehurst
Ross Wilson?

What if you took out Matt Chambers and Francesca Beasely? Better?

Friday, 3 October 2008

From slateyourdate.com

So blind date set up from the internet... Walk in to the pub to see the guy who looks quite like his photograph (not a bad thing), wearing a thinly knitted jumper with thin stripes - very tight over his pot belly. Not great, but forgiven by the fact he'd ordered some nice wine that was chilled and waiting for me. We were chatting away for hours and getting quite merry, all going well - even going on for dinner. Then the bubble burst. He asked what I'd done for my last holiday and who I'd gone with. I said I'd gone to climb Scafell Pike and went on my own because my friend who works in film suddenly got a job. His response: You SO need a boyfriend. That was it. I failed to see why a boyfriend would make climbing a mountain in gale force wind any better, finished my drink and said I'd call him. Obviously didn't.