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Apparently dealing with the history of economy wasn’t ‘in the scope of our Mythology class, Guy’. At least not to the extent that Guy would have liked to see it. So, instead of arguing with Daniel (who by the by did little more than show up lately), he took the microphone and started his weekly show with an example in Greek mythology (annex history, as it usually was) of the development of economic consciousness. Then, he came to his point.
”Early tribes and small civilizations in the history of this world, had hardly any concept of economy. The realisation for a system came with the division of labour. We are not such a tribe, or such a civilisation. We have come here with a very clear concept of economy. It does not work to our advantage.”
“We remember how we once depended on money for survival and we therefore have somehow collectively decided to stay as far away from it as is possible. None of that here. No injustice, no financial trouble, no poor.”
“On this island we have developed a structure of volunteers. We have no money-trouble because we don’t reward anyone for their work - I’ve previously dealt with the matter of that being a very large and very idiotic lie and how the only thing we’ve developed is a crooked structure of reward and fuck all - but it is not the point I’m making today.”
“By this system, one of the main problems has become boredom. When someone gets bored with what they’re doing there is absolutely nothing holding one back. Don’t want to cook? Don’t. Don’t want to teach? Don’t. Vacation, maternity leave, a sabbatical year… nothing prevents anyone from going away for a while. Not when the only reward for ones work is the satisfaction of a job well done.”
“And of course this is not... do excuse me for a moment. The wine’s gone off.”
He left the studio and found a nearby bush to spill the wine he had drunk, reminding himself once more that he shouldn’t drink the contents of bottles that he had bottled over half a year before, not even when they were his last resort. Then he wiped his mouth and wiped his eyes, very suddenly feeling very horribly.
He didn’t go back to the studio but walked along home instead. The show was nearly done anyway. Wasn’t it? Surely. Anyway. Bed. Now. Bugger.
((It’s a radio show, but it’s more than open to tags. Find him stumbling away home and drunk. Timed to somewhere in the afternoon.))
”Early tribes and small civilizations in the history of this world, had hardly any concept of economy. The realisation for a system came with the division of labour. We are not such a tribe, or such a civilisation. We have come here with a very clear concept of economy. It does not work to our advantage.”
“We remember how we once depended on money for survival and we therefore have somehow collectively decided to stay as far away from it as is possible. None of that here. No injustice, no financial trouble, no poor.”
“On this island we have developed a structure of volunteers. We have no money-trouble because we don’t reward anyone for their work - I’ve previously dealt with the matter of that being a very large and very idiotic lie and how the only thing we’ve developed is a crooked structure of reward and fuck all - but it is not the point I’m making today.”
“By this system, one of the main problems has become boredom. When someone gets bored with what they’re doing there is absolutely nothing holding one back. Don’t want to cook? Don’t. Don’t want to teach? Don’t. Vacation, maternity leave, a sabbatical year… nothing prevents anyone from going away for a while. Not when the only reward for ones work is the satisfaction of a job well done.”
“And of course this is not... do excuse me for a moment. The wine’s gone off.”
He left the studio and found a nearby bush to spill the wine he had drunk, reminding himself once more that he shouldn’t drink the contents of bottles that he had bottled over half a year before, not even when they were his last resort. Then he wiped his mouth and wiped his eyes, very suddenly feeling very horribly.
He didn’t go back to the studio but walked along home instead. The show was nearly done anyway. Wasn’t it? Surely. Anyway. Bed. Now. Bugger.
((It’s a radio show, but it’s more than open to tags. Find him stumbling away home and drunk. Timed to somewhere in the afternoon.))