Showing posts with label money. Show all posts
Showing posts with label money. Show all posts

Monday, 20 September 2010

May you stay forever young...

What I love most about London are the freebees. I think I've mentioned the free champagne, free cocktails and free cider before but I'm not completely obsessed with alcohol. I happen to know that the city offers lots of free entertainment that's suitable for the entire family as well. For example, I went back to London last weekend and visited the Natural History Museum with two friends.

It's amazing how a couple of dinosaur skeletons, distorting mirrors, a lot of interesting information and enormous baby dolls can bring out the inner child in anyone. Almost as effective as a can of K! The reason why I took a picture of the following creature is because I thought it looked like a Pokemon...


...and I don't think it was very mature to take the following pictures either. (The faces have been blotted out to protect the innocent.)

It's a shame being in touch with your inner child doesn't count in restaurants, though, because otherwise we could have enjoyed a free meal at the Pizza Hut as well, since their Kids Eat Free offer has been extended until January 9, 2011. Every child accompanying an adult that purchases a main course or lunchtime buffet can choose from either a free 2 course kids meal with a drink or a free kids lunchtime buffet including pizza, pasta and salad. Find more details about the offer at http://bit.ly/a1DhgJ (Well spo
tted, this is another sponsored post.)

Although, saying that, we did enjoy a couple of excellent bottles of red wine in Notting Hill before, during and after our supper, which wouldn't have been possible if we would've counted as kids, just because we were behaving that way. I think the great thing about London is that you can be as childish as you like, and still be treated as an adult. And actually, that comes down to the same thing as the first remark of this post, because you know you're growing up when you start to pay for things yourself.

Wednesday, 16 June 2010

Where I come from 4: Words that pay the bills

There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there, she knows,
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Ooh, ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to heaven


Dear Freddie,

The words came to Robert Plant while he stood and listened to the other Led Zeppelin members who were trying to compose Stairway to Heaven – this contrast between how the music and the lyrics came about is relevant, by the way.

The first words that came to Plant still open the song and describe a woman in the third person. Plant calls her a lady, which means she's not just any woman, but a woman of superior social position. She is certain about something: namely that all that glitters is gold. This conviction makes this lady seem like a bit of a fool: everybody knows all that glitters is NOT gold! Even water, a slug or a fresh dog turd can glitter in the sun shine. (I wonder whether the social status of this woman has anything to do with the way she perceives valuable things.)

While the lady is sure about this falsehood, my first uncertainty crops up. What is the grammatical status of the next line, “and she's buying a stairway to heaven”? Is she sure that she's 'buying' this interesting stairway (just like she is sure about all glittery things being gold) or does Plant say that she's actually buying it?
Putting it like that brings forward another aspect of the word buying. When one teenager tells another how she lied to her parents about her nocturnal whereabouts so that she could stay out longer, it’s not unusual for the other party to ask: “Did they buy it?” to which the answer usually is: “Hell yeah, they bought every word of it!” When you buy a lie, it means you've fallen for it, you believe it. The lady, who is sure that all that comes across as valuable actually is valuable, is buying a “stairway to heaven”. She’s falling for this trickery too.

Only now, it occurs to me that Plant doesn’t describe what this woman looks like, nor what she does; he purely describes what we usually call her ‘mental state’. She is sure about something, she’s buying trickery, and in the next line she knows something. What does she know? That when she gets to heaven – whatever that may be – she can get what she came for with a word if the stores are all closed.

The first question I would like to ask is: what about if the stores are opened? But that would be a silly thing to ask. First of all: I don’t know what heaven is, nor whether there ARE shops there. What’s more: Plant doesn’t claim either that heaven exists, nor that there are shops there. Plant is only telling me, from a distance, that this lady ‘knows’ something. There’s no point in pretending to believe that there are shops in a place called heaven in order to investigate the imaginary opening hours, especially not when I don’t even know what they’re supposed to sell. For now, this line is a dead end street.

The second question I could ask is: what does ‘to know’ entail? During my first year of philosophy, I learned that knowledge is ‘justified, true belief’. This definition can lead to quite a lot of interesting debates – but I shouldn’t allow those distractions to lead me away from the lyrics. Plant says she knows that, WHEN she gets there, she can get what she came for. Even if Plant subscribes the aforementioned definition of knowledge, it’s not logically impossible that this woman knows she can get what she came for if she gets there, but also knows she’ll never get there because the place doesn’t exist. Plant doesn’t claim nor deny the existence of heaven and its local shops. Trying to determine which definition of ‘to know’ he had in mind would merely distract from the song – the more so because Plant didn’t cunningly compose the text, picking words because of their definitions. We don’t choose words because of their definitions – they just roll out of our mouth or fingers, present themselves. It often feels as if I don’t have much to do with which words I utter at all.

What I’m trying to do is trace the way the words presented themselves to Plant, in order to catch a glimpse of where they come from, what made them come forward, and hopefully learn something about my relationship with these words.

Now, the last thing I’d like to mention about this first paragraph is that – although I don’t know what she’s after – the woman knows she can get it with a word. She sees words as an economic currency with which she can pay, even when the stores are closed. This line has fascinated me ever since I first heard it, though I don’t know why exactly yet. It’s not a deep insight: of course words are a currency. Every toddler knows he has to say “please” if he want a sweet, and with the years we learn that other words can get us other things. (e.g. “you look lovely today”, “I’m so stressed!” or “your food smells delicious. What is it?”). It doesn’t matter what the words mean; we use them to get a specific reaction in return. Hopefully, the rest of the lyrics will make things more clear.

Best, Deborah


Read the next installment here:
Where I come from 5: Dead end routes


Or read the first posts in this series:

Where I come from 1: Pub Talk Philosophy


Monday, 15 March 2010

Boost your creativity with the basics of living abroad

Apparently, the best way to train your creativity is to live abroad for a while, because you’re forced to find new ways to solve problems. That’s a great consolation. At least I gain some personal development from having to fight for things that come naturally in the Netherlands.

Battles I’ve won so far include:

• Housing – I live close to a tube station, the room is cheap, and my landlord pays all electricity bills and council taxes.

• Being allowed to vote in the UK.

• Work – I’ve got a National Insurance Number and a brilliant job.


Still pending: opening a basic bank account. I’ve tried every high street bank, to no avail. It’s not that I’m very demanding. I don’t even need a credit card – though I’d like one – all I’m asking is a current account. But I need an electricity bill with my name on it as proof of address. How am I supposed to pay those bills, if I don’t have a bank account? And how am I supposed to pay them, if my employer can’t pay my salary into a bank account? Really, it’s not just me, other Dutchies in London have similar experiences. Fortunately, I have enough savings to support myself until I’ve sorted things out.

Not everything is problematic, though. The National Health Service is a delightful example of something I didn’t have to fight for at all. They provide free medical treatment for everyone that needs it: foreigners, criminals, people without proof of address... you name it. In the Netherlands, it’s a legal requirement to have a private health insurance. Being used to that system, I thought it might be wise to check out what’s on offer in England. Considering the theme of my novel, this might come as a surprise but I really care a lot about my teeth. I want to look good when I smile, and I want that sparkle to be my own. Dental treatment can be very costly, even on the NHS. So, as soon as I’ve got a current account, I’ll apply for a dental insurance. I can’t wait!