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An explanation of The Joy Division Litmus Test
Although it may now be lost in the mysts of thyme, the poll below is still relevant to this blog. In the winter of 2008, Mele and I went to live in Queensland. In order to survive, I bluffed my way into a job at a Coffee Club.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
I think, when it comes to religion, it's almost impossible not to be influenced by people, either directly or indirectly
ReplyDeleteReligion should really be like chocolate - your own choice, your own flavour, your own time, your own money, your own cost. Or to be avoided entirely, like Cadbury Snack.
ReplyDeleteSquib - Aye, it is almost impossible. Almost.
ReplyDeleteKath - You might be lucky enough to have your own choice of chocolate, but some of us have to rely on whatever happens to be the hoard of the week ... or not have any at all. So, yes, it still is like religion.
And not very much like abortion.
Chocolate like abortion - mmm yum - not a thought I'd like to have in my subconcious.
ReplyDeleteI'm not a professional when it comes to abortions, but still the link must be very very tenuous - abortion is like condoms "your own choice, your own flavour, your own time, your own money, your own cost".
Damn you Forrest.
Religion-abortion- I've managed to avoid both my entire life.
ReplyDeleteShippy - I think I'd like to hand it over to Kath for the Secret Mystery Surprise Guest Single Sentence Author Of The Day!
ReplyDeleteRiver - What about chocolate? And condoms? You don't have to answer that ...
But what if God has specifically instructed you to convert everyone to the one true faith, by the sword if necessary?
ReplyDeleteIf you had written that sentence in Word it would have asked you to change it to 'that should be influenced' instead of 'which'. I am so utterly sick of that.
It's also like being a Miley Cyrus fan...man, do people try and talk you out of that (and Bananarama, and Debbie Gibson and....)
ReplyDeleteNinj - Well, that's obviously okay.
ReplyDeleteI lost all respect for Word when it instructed me to replace an "I" with a "We". The kicker was the fact that the "I" was being used in the abbreviated word "I'm" at the time ...
Mizzle McClizzle - And by a strange coincidence they also do it by pushing photos of hacked up foetuses in your face.
Chocolate? YES YES YES often. Condoms? Not so much. I was always irritated by them, turns out I have a latex allergy.
ReplyDeleteI was just reading the single sentence once more and realised that Franzy is confucius reborn.
ReplyDeleteYou smart man. That explains a lot.