It's that time again. I'm taking a few weeks off from 16 December to enjoy the summer.
This break is so important to me. I deliberately stay home, because going away means negotiating an unfamiliar enviroment which is physically taxing. At home I'm able to use minimal energy and maximise the time to relax and rejuvenate.
They say old habits die hard and, when it comes to public holidays, old habits seem to be to glorify death and other rituals that are way out of date.
ANZAC Day is one of my pet-hate public holidays. When will we stop glorifying war? It should at least be a day of shame, but to continue etching war into the psyche of New Zealand and Australian culture by having a holiday seems pointless.
I've often shared my thoughts about Christmas. Easter is another cluster-fuqq* of paganism, Christianity and capitalism. Queen's Birthday isn't (and, by the way, will it change when she carks it?) and Labour Day, well, the forty hour week is fast becoming a thing of the industrial past.