job search / soul search

i've spent the last two saturdays attending community events, which haven't helped any authorities make any decisions, allowed any agencies to meet any targets, made any residents feel empowered. words like 'tick box exercise', 'backroom decisions', 'eyewash' and 'sham' have been hurled across rooms and at presentations.

do they think I like going to godforsaken Council-run shitholes on sunny weekend days when I could be at home snuggling with a bear or outside talking to the river or best of all, snuggling a bear, by the river, near a bookmarket, with a hot alcoholic delicious drink, in the further company of good friends, to whom also weekends are precious? what assholes communities are!

this is it. it's pretty clear to me at last that sadly, community engagement is not my thing.

epilogue: obviously the planning system is very flawed, when the regeneration you're discussing with a resident and the pretty pictures you're trying to explain to the bored layperson may (or may not) happen (depending on funding, government change, policy shifts or weather) in the next twelve years or so. I would do better building mud huts in Latur, even though i'm a crap architect.