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Racism for a new generation

Christmas has never been more "concise" than over here. The US know nothing of "boxing day" and so mine was spent in a newly claimed cube. All very disconcerting when you remember the heady days of two week holidays on top of your annual leave. Nonetheless, we are strongly aware of the fact we are new pioneers in a strange land, and this whole "working for satan" thing is temporary.

Christmas here shares many similarities with Christmas in the UK, with the welcome exception of Wizzard. One similarity is that you end up spending a lot of time with extended family members, and once you are familiar enough to be accepted into the clan you may be allowed an insight into some of the more bizarre and creative forms of racism available on the market.

It's very important to understand the nature of this particular beast before passing judgment, but one sure thing you will realize is that it is definitely bona fide racism, albeit shrouded in some deluded ideals.

When you grow up in a place like Eltham, you end up spending time in pubs, talking to strangers and tenuous acquaintances. Frequently these people will, consciously or unconsciously, vet you to discover your position on racism, or "reason" as they would have it. Once they feel comfortable with you, they slip a word like "coon", "nigger" or "immigrants" into the conversation. Then it all breaks down. It's very depressing to realize that you have been invited into this cabal but at least it's easy to escape.
However, these days the invitation is more subtle. These days you are more likely to be introduced into this vast secret society with one magic word: "overcrowding". When anyone talks to you about "overcrowding", please be aware that they are almost certainly not talking about overcrowding. They are almost certainly talking about the number of people with different color skins they encounter on a regular basis these days.

Now, in London I didn't realize this, mainly because the infrastructure is totally incapable of supporting the current number of residents without serious (ie expensive) reorganization. A part of my brain used to excuse people who talked about overcrowding because...it's crowded! But this Christmas I heard someone use the same argument about the US...which is clearly insane.

There's this extended family member, let's call her/him "Alf", who we've spent some time with recently, and s/he's come out with some corkers recently. It's a real pity when it happens because often they seem like nice people. In fact, they probably are nice people most of the time, they just have some fucked-up points of view. Alf's ideas included:

1. America is overcrowded.
2. Where England went wrong is that they should have stopped any further immigration after WW2.
3. All of the idiots in California who have banned the shooting of black bears will soon be sorry when they come into the city and eat children.
4. Always drive with your gun on the dashboard to scare criminals away.

Now, these are all obviously insane, but can you imagine how difficult it was not to laugh when he started telling me about the immigration problems in the US and UK. Does he not realize I'm one of them ? He wasn't happy when I pointed out that America is a nation of immigrants, his argument being that I'm wrong; when his family came here it wasn't overcrowded and the country needed them. Tell that to the native Americans.

In a nutshell, beware those that speak of overcrowding - it's not what they mean. Probably obvious, but it's taken me a while to realize.
Current sounds: Death in Vegas
Tags: uk2pa overcrowding racism christmas 
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Move along now

The demise of our dear Humph shook us up considerably and we're only now just beginning to handle it. You may think it ridiculous to get so upset over such a small, green, animal, but you can't measure the love you have for someone by their size, colour, or even species, only by how they affected you; she affected us wholly and she was as important to us as any family member. We made a short tribute montage but I certainly can't watch it without getting very upset. Miss you Humph.

Having a full-time office job was a surprisingly useful tool in dealing with the loss - gave me a chance to get my head occupied with other stuff. What you probably don't know is that the small, friendly, clever company I was employed by has now been bought out. Yep - I'm back at MegaCorp. They didn't tell me who had bought them until I signed the form, the bastards. The borg have already fingerprinted us all (really!) and we've got to get another piss test. They've already bollocksed up our network infrastructure, caused a sysadmin to leave, and brought a bunch of staff closer to suicide by inflicting their impotent conference-call-culture on them.

As one of the inhuman citi droids was telling us all about the, ironically named, "benefits packages" it suddenly dawned on me that corpofascism was no longer a theory but in place and thriving, and worse, I was walking right into it with open arms. If instead of fingerprinting us, FINRA had insisted we were chipped, would I have complied so easily ? Probably, yes.
You see, when fascism comes, it's comes slowly and deviously. You don't realise it's got you until it's got you. BTW - smug bastards from the UK should take a look around; I genuinely believe the situation there is as bad, if not worse as the US. There's one exception: the NHS. When you see what Americans have to deal with here, and what Americans consider to be normal, you just want to violently shake them and point across the Atlantic saying "but it's so simple! Do it like we did!" There aren't many British institutions you can say that about. "So how does it work in Britain ?" they ask me.
"When you're ill, you go to hospital and they treat you" I respond, and they look at me like I'm describing the gold at the end of the rainbow.

It just goes to show that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone - the NHS is a spectacularly beautiful thing and if you (we) let it go, you (we) are doomed. If there's nothing more you care about, or can be bothered to fight for, please fight to keep the NHS from continuing down the barren, bandit-filled, desert road it's currently following. Stop whinging about waiting lists and casualty speed and get campaigning.

On the good side, the people I work with seem to be sound, fun, and knowledgeable about many things including the local drinkscape. We laugh a lot.

I'm really missing London, my family and friends. The outrageously straight working practices of the U.S. have ensured that I won't be able to come back for a while - 1.7 leave days a month...and one single day of leave for Christmas. Come back Goldsmiths, all is forgiven. On second thoughts, no it's not.
Current sounds: Rocky Horror Picture Show/Stendhal
Tags: uk2pa job nhs the borg megacorp citi fucking citigroup citigroup citibank borg useless cunts 
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Humphrey

Humphrey, our beloved parakeet, died this morning after overnight ICU at the vets. We don't know the cause but I suspect it was cancer.
Anyone who knew her will know what a lovely little life she was, and anyone who knows us will know how much she meant to us both.
Please don't feel you have to write or anything.
Current sounds: silence
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Tucker

Teh internets are a wonderful thing. One thing that I've been doing, with all of the tubes, is downloading obsolete TV programmes that can't even be obtained by legal means. What normally happens is that you watch them and realise that your memories have been enhanced with a heavy rose tint and that they're nowhere near as good as you remembered.

I've just been watching Tucker's Luck which, when I was 13, was the best programme ever. At the time I thought Tucker was my ultimate hero. Now I'm in my late 30s, I've discovered that it really was that brilliant and Tucker really was that cool! In fact I'm tempted to put up a picture of him by my desk at my new job which starts tomorrow...on second thoughts, maybe that isn't such a good idea.
Current sounds: Tucker
Tags: tucker grange hill luck tucker's cool 
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A wee drop...of piss

Any Brits reading this should take a moment or two to peruse the website of Ocean Spray and enjoy a couple of puerile laughs. You might also want to look at their bog cam....hehehehe...they said "bog"...hehehehe...

Yesterday, as the next part of my pre-job procedure, I had to go to a lab and piss into a cup. Over here even some of the most benign jobs require that you don't take illegal drugs. This is, of course, an outrageous state of affairs, but it goes on and I had to comply. Land of the free, my arse.

Anyway we went along to the nearest lab (they are everywhere here) and signed in. Every so often the lady behind the counter announced that "drugs screen people must be able to use the restroom." This bizarre statement could be interpreted in a number of ways, but it was simply a typically coy way of saying "you will be required to give urine, don't pee beforehand and maybe drink some water." Like anyone there didn't realise why they were there, or what everyone else was doing when they went through the little white door. I hate the fact that over here you can't discuss a toilet in public - even saying the word "toilet" is considered disgusting. I refuse to say "restroom" because I'm clearly not after a little rest and saying "bathroom" with my accent sounds, to the American ear, like I'm a cross between Hugh Grant and Prince Charles.
Anyway, when it was my turn to micturate, I was called to the window by name which the lady thoughtfully pronounced in an "English" way, to much amusement from the other punters. I was then led to a toilet, given a specimen cup, told "half way" and left alone. Filling those bloody things is tricky as you probably know. Once the level was at the half way mark I suspended my flow and looked for somewhere to put it down while I continued; holding it would have increased the risk of dropping it, which would have been disastrously embarrassing and could have yielded me "out of the running" for this particular day's piss collection. So, still holding back the tide, I carefully placed the jar on the edge of the sink, where it duly slipped off the edge and sprayed its contents over a wide area of floor. Most annoying, especially as my normal reaction would be to shout some obscenities and kick things; under the current circumstances that could have escalated the disaster. Still clenching the appropriate muscles I managed to pick up the jar, refill it, re-clench, close the lid, put it down and finish the job. I then had to perform a rapid cleaning job without getting messy, which took quite a bit of time. It wasn't until I left the place that I considered how dodgy that may have appeared: spending a long time giving a specimen for a drugs screen...oh well, we'll see.

"Are you testing for alcohol ?" I asked the lady afterwards.
"No, just illegal drugs" she replied.
"Good!" I responded.

Makes perfect sense doesn't it?
Current sounds: MC Frontalot
Tags: uk2pa drugs screen bog 
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To the tune of The Conga

(altogether now)
Veg's got a new job
Veg's got a new job
Da daa daa daaa (hey!)
Da daa daa daaa (hey!)

Veg's got a new job
Veg's got a new job
Da daa daa daaa (hey!)
Da daa daa daaa (hey!)

Sorry...but after two months of what I can only describe as "pissing about", getting a concrete offer is really rather comforting.

Weirdly the job isn't for any of the companies that I have been already involved in "pissing about" with. I had an interview this morning, really liked the company, and got an offer this afternoon! Funny old world.

Humph is looking really sad and ill. We're very worried but she's on so many drugs now that there's not much more we can do. Keep fighting little bird. I want to celebrate the job but the sight of that poor sad little face is really painful.
Current sounds: Charles Sawtelle
Tags: uk2pa job job job 
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