Kolibri
oh my god, if I have to hear my dad talk about how "no one wants to walk anymore" for like the 500th time now. and no matter how many times I argue with him, it's like he doesn't care what I say and we constantly loop and loop and loop over this same conversation over and over and over again because nothing I say matters.
I cut my fingernails not long ago and now I can't peel this orange
I never thought about this aspect of labor from like the view of preserving value, I always thought in a way when strikes happen for example, or like a crises, it was more like, capitalists being mad at the loss of future profits. not so much like that preservation of value side of stuff as well as like the profit stuff
He is unable to add new labour, to create new value, without at the same time preserving old values, and this, because the labour he adds must be of a specific useful kind; and he cannot do work of a useful kind, without employing products as the means of production of a new product, and thereby transferring their value to the new product. The property therefore which labour-power in action, living labour, possesses of preserving value, at the same time that it adds it, is a gift of Nature which costs the labourer nothing, but which is very advantageous to the capitalist inasmuch as it preserves the existing value of his capital. [4] So long as trade is good, the capitalist is too much absorbed in money-grubbing to take notice of this gratuitous gift of labour. A violent interruption of the labour-process by a crisis, makes him sensitively aware of it
can't wait for another day where a part of my mind keeps telling me to do something today, anything just something. as I'm having one of those moments of being just stuck in the mud with things and everything. but seriously, this feeling awful and this part of me that trying to get me up and do stuff isn't helping. like just let me sink a bit in this mud for a little while, eventually I'll like start moving and getting out of it. just not right now. also the most annoying part is I did do some stuff earlier. and just ugh
thanks! I wasn't entirely sure and that kind of cleared some things up. It just a little confusing in a way to think of services kind of being a commodity, but it makes sense. it just more like a different form of a commodity? since when I read das kapital, I think of like other forms of commodities like yard like in this chapter, or like just very material and solid objects.
they definitely do, like when my mom died. my mom owed like a ton of money for like her last stay in the hospital and previous visits. and the only way they could get some of that money back was when my mom stuff was sold off.
I'm kind of curious but like how many of this stuff that's been covered, can be applied to like the united states fucked up healthcare system? I was kind of thinking about my experiences here without insurance. but like hospitals do somehow make money here, or at least some do. and like how does any of this works for things like health insurance? the more I think about the more confusing it gets. since like hospitals aren't exactly making commodities, and kind of seem like unproductive labor yet somehow they are increasing their money. and like, aren't hospitals buying a doctor's labor power when they employ a doctor? so how does that increase wealth? or is like, the doctor's labor power, somehow productive labor and making a commodity or product of sorts and then the hospital takes some of that surplus value, from the entire labor process?
chapter 7 is really make me realize the importance of time and the importance of clocks? in a way to measure that like labour-time crystalized into products?
Kind of? the statement not entirely wrong, but it's more like. With my dad instead of being like no one wants to work because there no future here and no one wants to work for awful pay while being treated poorly along with a whole other slew of things. instead it's more like with him, that no one wants to work because everyone just lazy and everyone needs to work harder, despite people already working hard just to get by.