How does technology make you feel? More often than not, getting off my phone, especially after a long period of time will make me a) gross (zombified, unproductive, vegetative) b) sad - either depressed about the future, angry about something or anxious in someway. I love movies, shows, and the like but binging Netflix, Neon… Continue reading Brain Dumps, Teachering and Too Much Tech
Author: bohemianhumanist
Weep (2022 Poem)
Hey ho, it's another poem! I wrote this one last year during a writer's club lunchtime break, as part of an exercise. We all had to write in the style of a Particular poem by a Particular person, neither of which I remember, besides the fact that we had to choose an imperative verb and… Continue reading Weep (2022 Poem)
My Weird Hobby
I’m a huge fan of many artistic pursuits, as I’m sure is no surprise. During lockdown in 2020, a fun and somewhat odd special interest was born. The best way I can describe it is collage meets found poem meets emotional chaos spilling out from inside my brain. I decided to share a few this… Continue reading My Weird Hobby
Kind Strangers, Angry Strangers
While in the changing room post-swim the other day, a poster caught my eye. Christchurch City Council's new campaign, It's Cool Not to Be Cruel centres around reminding people to treat CCC's employees with basic human decency. Abuse towards customer service employees has been on the rise. Part of me was shocked to learn this,… Continue reading Kind Strangers, Angry Strangers
Who I Came Out To (Guest Post)
In a Bohemian Humanist first, I’ve opened up the floor to a guest post - an up and coming blogger who I am rather fond of. They wish to remain anonymous, but have been itching to get their work out there. Without further ado, here’s Who I Came I Out To. It was summer break… Continue reading Who I Came Out To (Guest Post)
Flexing the Gratitude Muscle: A Tempeh-Loving 90s Baby’s Exposé
Just a quick one from me today. I'm well aware of the gravity of my two previous posts. I think this calls for an explorative, gratitude-focused interruption of my doomsdayism journalling. Keeping it simple, I've decided to share an exhaustive list of current things I'm grateful for. Perhaps you could give one a go? While… Continue reading Flexing the Gratitude Muscle: A Tempeh-Loving 90s Baby’s Exposé
Climate Change: Adapting, Accepting and Actually Having a Life (Part Two)
Western paradigms, systems and ideologies (*cough* capitalism, neoliberalism) are unequivocally to blame for the predicament unfolding before us every single day. So far, Jason Hickel's Less is More: How Degrowth Will Save the World has laid out emergence of capitalism, and it's pretty dang ugly. In short, there was a gradual shift humanity's relationship to… Continue reading Climate Change: Adapting, Accepting and Actually Having a Life (Part Two)
Climate Change: Adapting, Accepting and Actually Having a Life (Part One)
Genuinely - I never thought I could be this happy. Weird way to start a climate change post, but how goes it? I'm currently reading Less is More: How Degrowth Will Save the World by Jason Hickel, and I'm simultaneously enthralled, numbed and compelled. Compelled to talk about this shit once more, to build upon… Continue reading Climate Change: Adapting, Accepting and Actually Having a Life (Part One)
Open Letter to the Ministry of Education
During our second teacher strike recently, I met with other kaiako and wrote letters to politicians about our desperation, frustration, and why we are advocating for change. Initially, I wondered whether I was overstating things. Upon second glance, I realised the opposite is true - we are absolutely always understating our workload, day to day… Continue reading Open Letter to the Ministry of Education
Creaky Knees and Dopamine-Seeking Swims
I've been recovering from a knee injury recently. It turns out that knees don't like it when you go on long, erratic jogs after not running for weeks at a time. Maybe it's my mid-twenties catching up with me? It's nothing serious, just patella tendonitis. Not as concerning as the Latin would have you believe… Continue reading Creaky Knees and Dopamine-Seeking Swims