generated much point-blank surprise from my conversation answer to how last week's precious few days off were used, where i avoided both cerebral taxation and the occupational hazard of letting work spillover into freed time. i restored old furniture.
the quizzical reactions: why bother fixing the old and broken when one can buy the utilitarianly new and perfect? what yield, worth or value came out of the time spent doing so, since it was neither recreation nor profession, neither art nor chore? why engage in the bygone craft of carpentry and handiwork in an era of colour-by-numbers ikea assembly (or why add longhand when a calculator is available)?
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because convenience makes all stagnate, but for those who come up with new conveniences. maybe we should just do away with those bums.
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