So I sent ya'll a link last week about the lovely hen houses that are made by Omlet. Those things make me want to own chickens. The design is so beautiful, it's like Ikea for poultry. Today, Gareth and I were trying to decide what we would name our hens. I think it's good to go with a theme if you have more than one of that animal. So, I'm thinking either country singers or jazz singers and Gareth was thinking more along the lines of Broadway (characters or actresses). My top five names were:
Jazz: Ella, Billie, Peggy, Shirley, and Dinah.
Country: Dolly, Tammy, Loretta, Patsy, and Reba.
Personally, I think either set would work quite nicely. Gareth pointed out that it may be difficult to recognize them if they're all of the same breed. I began to wonder if it would be unethical to paint a spot on them to tell them apart. What's so wrong with a little individuality?
School has been going pretty well lately. Actually, it's been going great, but I'm approaching my success with caution. I've been writing quality essays and getting them in on time, the combination of which has not been achieved in a while, if ever. My current essay is a theory essay though and I'm not sure if I can eek this one out - "Compare and contrast the views of Adam Smith and Karl Marx on the genesis and historical trajectory of commercial/capitalist society." Ouch! A Marxist essay, so early in the year? I like Karl. His theories make perfect sense and he built in some nice "just in case this doesn't work out the first few times" clauses. If you really read into his theory, you find out he did a pretty good job of covering his butt.
But what is really funny is his background story. Marx and his family were pretty darn poor, but managed to live a relatively bourgeois lifestyle from Engels, who for some reason paid Marx an income. They also became wealthier once his wife's aunt died and left them an inheritance (Hey Karl, the proletariat generally don't get inheritances). On top of this, the Marx family kept servants, and Karl even managed to have an illegitimate child with one of the maids! Puts whole new meanings to the discourse of communism, e.g. "relations of production" or "surplus labour". The whole lecture theatre was laughing out loud when these points were being made - poor Karl was just chock full of irony, bless'im. He's buried in Highgate Cemetery in London, so I might just go pay him my respects (or curse his soul, depends how the essay goes). Keep a watch on the BBC for news of a woman having to be removed from Highgate after she threw herself at Marx's grave yelling, "How can you you exclude yourself from class consciousness you two-facing piece of irony!! AAAHHHH!!" Lucky for Adam Smith, he's buried on the Royal Mile in Edinburgh.
By the way, feel free to add suggestions for names for chickens. I'm keen to get some new ideas, plus it will entertain us both for at least 10 minutes.
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'an illegitimate child with one of the maids' - He loves the people, and in actuality this is just a rumor which lacks any direct corroboration.
You may claim that Marx was a hypocrite... But in order to survive and progress within the society in which he lived, as we all do, he also had to offer a level of compliance to its uniformity's.
To do otherwise would mean becoming a fringe member, or outcast from society which you hope to change, all but ensuring failure.
It is always easer to change something from within than acting from the outside. Who is more likely to cause change an angry protector or stoned hippie OR a CEO or member of government. Marx no doubt recognized this.
And of course like the rest of us; he was human. Who can turn down three square meals a day and the busty bosom of a buxom maid?
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