Dad just called me an “unemployed intellectual”. Yikes. That’s pressure in a lyrical way. However, approaching the end of my campus days, and hearing lots of stories about working life makes me appreciate the value of unemployment. Most definitely not material values. But Time. Controlling it. Subjecting yourself to leisures or pressures, to a glass of wine or a deadline, because you want to or feel the need to. Not because you have no other option. But that doesn’t make sense doesn’t it, because, theoretically, there’s always an option, innit.
*sigh*. Is there such a thing as “intellectually unemployed”?
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
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yup, there is, but unfortunately, intellectually unemployed, is intelectually unpaid,also... :-)
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