Fairy Cakes

NOT cup cakes! Those unwieldy top heavy baubles have no place here in E6.

100mg butter, 100g flour self-raising, 100g sugar, maple syrup to taste, 1 egg, a bit of milk – whizz in the food processor.

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And then boredom set in so I made one big one with chocolate buttons inside it. Lush:

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And so there it is. Gas Mark 4, maybe 10 mins & let cool. Decorate at will, friends!

Next week : pashmina reviews.

Agamben on Money

Giorgio Agamben: These days, the words “crisis” and “economy” are not used as concepts but rather as words of command that facilitate the imposition and acceptance of measures and restrictions that the people would not otherwise accept. Today, “crisis” means, “you must obey!” I think it is very obvious to everyone that the so-called “crisis” has been going on for decades and that it is actually nothing but the normal functioning of capitalism in our time. And there is nothing rational about the way capitalism is now functioning.

In order to understand what is taking place, we have to interpret Walter Benjamin’s idea that capitalism is really a religion literally, the most fierce, implacable and irrational religion that has ever existed because it recognizes neither truces nor redemption. A permanent worship is celebrated in its name, a worship whose liturgy is labor and its object, money. God did not die; he was transformed into money. The Bank—with its faceless drones and its experts—has taken the place of the church with its priests, and by its command over credit (even loans to the state, which has so blithely abdicated its sovereignty), manipulates and manages the faith—the scarce and uncertain faith—that still remains to it in our time. Furthermore, the claim that today’s capitalism is a religion is most effectively demonstrated by the headline that appeared on the front page of a major national newspaper a few days ago: “Save the Euro Regardless of the Cost”. Well, “salvation” is a religious concept, but what does “regardless of the cost” mean? Even at the cost of sacrificing human lives? Only within a religious perspective (or, more correctly, a pseudo-religious perspective) could one make such plainly absurd and inhuman statements.

 

Taken from a 2012 interview available here on libcom.org

Aldgate East, Redux

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The entrance to the station remains similar. The twin stairs, bending elegantly one hundred and eighty degrees to the mezzanine ticket hall. Below, the platform, once dark black tarmacadam, painted over. The ceiling peeling, the air thick with memory. The refurb took awhile, flattened, tiled floors, a dropped ceiling, coated and skimmed walls and pillars. But it was a phase one, you see. We all have learned what a nice station means. Money is on the march, on the way.

Now, the Fenchurch Walkie Talkie rises like a squat dumb thumb in the distance and high story offices are multicoloured cubes in the near vicinity of the station. There is a new Pret, a closed Spoons, a new feel, and the older vibe of reality is gone.  This is a place for third sector pathfinders and money-makers. Office drones.  Suits.

London is beyond gentrified now. This is Parisian in its intensity. The centre is a blasted, whited sepulchre. And if you have no money : walk quietly and keep yourself to yourself, or don’t come at all. Chain restaurants and Malls and macaron shops await your disappointed gaze. In other words, fuck you, the City belongs to Boris and the Bullingdons, and don’t you forget it.