Money, and other paradoi ...
Jun. 10th, 2002 08:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urbanamazonMoney is a very odd concept. Consider this;
I got paid $50 to look after a nine-month old baby for eight hours. I was paid twice that to look after a house and two pets for three days and two nights. I was awarded $175 for a drawing that I spent hardly two hours on. I get paid eight dollars an hour at the salon that I work at, and the aestician can pull in three hundred dollars per day.
Money is a very strange thing. It makes you look at and wonder what people can truly value, and what the point of some of those values mean. I often wonder what the world would be like if money was abolished, replaced by barter or something to that effect. Utopianist, I know, perhaps even communist, but I believe that it's a thought worth looking at. Can society even measure worth in effort instead of hundreds, thousands, and millions? Or is that too 'naive'?
I can hope, can't I?
What is 'worth' more; a painting done fifty years ago by soe artist whose name you cant even spell, or the crayon portrait your child drew of you that spells 'Mommy and Daddy' wrong?
Money is a strange thing.
This CD is wonderful. I can use so many songs to scenes from TekMage. Strangely, all of them involve Alzander. Poor guy. I put him through so much crap in his life. But people seem to like angsty badass types, so I create angstly badass types that kick serious booty. I just need to be able to draw him more than three times ...
On a different note, my mind is still in pain. I'm faced with the first major decision in my life, and, of course, it _has_ to be the classic dilemma of head versus heart.
Had a very long talk with Mom regarding this last night. Spent half of it staring at the picture of James and I taken at the Sakana Grill. Cried. Called James after that, and had a good talk. I'm gonna have to call him tonight.
Makes my head hurt less.
So, this is a paradox ...
I got paid $50 to look after a nine-month old baby for eight hours. I was paid twice that to look after a house and two pets for three days and two nights. I was awarded $175 for a drawing that I spent hardly two hours on. I get paid eight dollars an hour at the salon that I work at, and the aestician can pull in three hundred dollars per day.
Money is a very strange thing. It makes you look at and wonder what people can truly value, and what the point of some of those values mean. I often wonder what the world would be like if money was abolished, replaced by barter or something to that effect. Utopianist, I know, perhaps even communist, but I believe that it's a thought worth looking at. Can society even measure worth in effort instead of hundreds, thousands, and millions? Or is that too 'naive'?
I can hope, can't I?
What is 'worth' more; a painting done fifty years ago by soe artist whose name you cant even spell, or the crayon portrait your child drew of you that spells 'Mommy and Daddy' wrong?
Money is a strange thing.
This CD is wonderful. I can use so many songs to scenes from TekMage. Strangely, all of them involve Alzander. Poor guy. I put him through so much crap in his life. But people seem to like angsty badass types, so I create angstly badass types that kick serious booty. I just need to be able to draw him more than three times ...
On a different note, my mind is still in pain. I'm faced with the first major decision in my life, and, of course, it _has_ to be the classic dilemma of head versus heart.
Had a very long talk with Mom regarding this last night. Spent half of it staring at the picture of James and I taken at the Sakana Grill. Cried. Called James after that, and had a good talk. I'm gonna have to call him tonight.
Makes my head hurt less.
So, this is a paradox ...
