- Everyone now has a cute little helmet.
- Drunken pedallers are now frowned upon.
- Behaving like a sociopathic arsehole in other respects remains de rigueur.
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April 26th 2015 11:37
Don’t forget the little cameras now, turned off when convenient. Filmer, film thyself!
April 27th 2015 10:39
Let me try and explain to people who don’t cycle what getting onto a bike does to one.
You yourself suffer the same aggressive delusion when you arrive at your Ryanair destination (probably Reus) and elbow your way to your luggage and down the aisle and tear off the plane and through ID control like there’s your limo waiting to speed you to your sellout gig at Madison Square Garden, or to your takeover of Santander.
It’s not your fault. Technology has made you an arsehole.
April 27th 2015 13:35
Following the arsehole-shaped thread drift, here’s another excellent article from anthropologist David Graeber about the uselessness of most work.
April 27th 2015 14:20
Someone should have mentioned that discreetly to George Browne / Young Tiger:
April 27th 2015 16:35
Jerry Silverman and Barbara Dane credit it to the TV writer Les Pine in the 40s.
April 28th 2015 12:41
Looby’s link is excellent. I’ve never really got this BS about the ‘dignity’ of work but I’m happy that I’m allowed to do something almost useless, certainly in macro terms, which allows me to pay for my apartment/wine/dog.
April 28th 2015 16:07
I’ve spent quite a lot of my life doing what I’d have probably wanted to do anyway, but I struggle to think of anything remotely useful about it. There’s really nothing good anyone could say about me.