Met up with Dynamo Sparkle yesterday afternoon and drank French cider as we caught up. I wonder how much longer French cider will be available in Londres? She talked about her action against expulsions, which as well as resulting in her arrest sounded pretty physically gruelling. She is doing as much as ever and seemed in good spirits. We spoke for a while about the role of oracles in the interpretation of emotions.
But some catching up: a couple of days ago I went out to meet the Rebel Teacher and discuss with her group, who like to plot the downfall of everything and the rise of new things. The Rebel Teacher was tired, seemed a little low, and has succumbed to a five day week for pragmatic reasons it is difficult to argue with. The discussion that night was partly around a basic income for all, and the merits of it for a world with a future. I tried to say that it must always come with a package of other things (rent control being most important), and must be set at a high enough level, and not replace social assistance, and so on. Often I get the feeling people are looking for a magic bullet that will bring the future into existence. Probably I used to look for one. The future will happen, if it happens, because a whole raft of things are changed, sometimes radically, sometimes moderately, in the wrong order, and without quite enough of a plan.
It’s a bit of bureaucrat’s answer perhaps. That is how all organisations change, despite the pretensions of the ‘change managers’. Perhaps I have spent too much time in large organisations and have simply absorbed what I have seen. But I have also observed people, and have got the impression many of them cannot cope with everything changing at once. They don’t want it. It’s also doubtful that it can be done without a violence that would undo its ends. Yet there is an appetite for change in the air. A package of measures developed over time isn’t very sexy. I don’t know how to sell it, except on the grounds of pragmatism. But there the right will always Trump us.
I thought about these unresolved issues again as I wandered in the Cantian countryside today, but the brightness of the sun and the surf of the flowering blackthorn splashing over the hedgerows washed it all away.