Matthew Henry John Bartlett

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Tuesday 09 May, 02017

by Matthew Bartlett @ 1:54 pm

Tuesday 04 April, 02017

Something I made for Community Law Wellington

by Matthew Bartlett @ 12:53 pm

Sunday 18 September, 02016

Links of interest

by Matthew Bartlett @ 9:06 pm

Psephizo: (How) does Acts 15 help us with difficult decisions? (via Peter Carrell)
John Smart: Your Personal Sim: The Brave New World of Smart Agents (video, via Richard Dennis Bartlett)
Renters United rank Wellington mayoral candidates
What you miss when you take notes on your laptop
Robert Fisk: Isis was quick to understand a truth the West must now confront
Greenpeace: Landcorp, NZ’s biggest farmer, quits palm kernel expeller
All the world’s immigration (2010–15) on one map (wassup Saudi Arabia?)


Friday 03 June, 02016

A few graphics for the NZ Council of Christian Social Services

by Matthew Bartlett @ 10:49 am

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Monday 27 July, 02015


by Matthew Bartlett @ 2:06 pm

Barack Obama’s stirring, impressive eulogy for Rev. Clementa Pinckney
How New Zealand’s missing the mark on climate change
The myth of the ethical shopper (via Craig Ambrose)
Anthony Cabraal reflecting on why he quit advertising six years ago to work in social enterprise

Saturday 18 July, 02015


by Matthew Bartlett @ 2:04 pm

This time last week we were at a church retreat on the shore of Lake Wairarapa. It was good. Great snacks. The content oddly orthodox & compelling: Jesus & St Paul. A good world marred. This is not the way it’s supposed to be. The word for that is sin. Both out there in the violent oppressive destructive alienating structures, but also right in here, in me, in everyone. So we have a problem. So God has a problem. God’s world’s not right. God’s mana offended. Jesus is the remedy. Jesus the man put to death in a religiously authorised state execution. The cross is mysterious and beyond final explanation, but many metaphors are used to try and get at it. Metaphors coalesce on Jesus being God; God in Jesus himself experiencing it all, humiliated, vulnerable, alienated; and that somehow dealing with the sin inside and out, redeeming it, putting things right. The word is next year will be about the resurrection.

Saturday 06 December, 02014

A sermon

by Matthew Bartlett @ 10:19 am

A sermon from me for All Saints Sunday

Friday 05 December, 02014


by Matthew Bartlett @ 10:30 am

I’m having a good time building a WordPress website at the moment. I’m learning lots of bits and pieces along the way. About:

  • getting the site to look good on different screen sizes using css media queries
  • Google Chrome’s ‘device mode’, which lets you preview the screen shapes of various devices (e.g. iPhone 4, Samsung Galaxy Tab)
  • using FontAwesome for icons
  • using a semi-transparent PNG image to give a div a translucent background (thanks minichate @ Stack Overflow)
  • having a background image change once a day by seeding rand() with today’s date (thanks Cronco @ Stack Exchange)

Saturday 04 October, 02014


by Matthew Bartlett @ 12:22 pm

Tuesday 26 August, 02014

What I’ve been working on

by Matthew Bartlett @ 12:18 pm

caring for people and money (FB)

More here


Tuesday 05 November, 02013

Pacifist Narnia

by Matthew Bartlett @ 5:33 am

Stanley Hauerwas: Could C.S. Lewis have imagined a world without war?

Tuesday 10 September, 02013

Devolving power

by Matthew Bartlett @ 11:07 am


Peter Koropotkin on what causes communes to fail

Pokie Free Challenge: ‘What would you give to see a bar get rid of its pokies? And what would it take for a bar to remove them? This is a simple pledge site dedicated to those questions.’

Bjarte Bogsnes, ‘Taking reality seriously – towards a more self-regulating management model at Statoil’. Sounds like subsidiarity:

In short, we try to make decisions at the right time and at the right level. Being a capital intensive and value-chain organized company, every single decision can’t be made at each platform or plant. But given this industrial setting, we try to make decisions as far out in the organization as possible. In many other businesses decision authorities can be delegated even further out.

Rick Wartzman, ‘If Self-Management Is Such a Great Idea, Why Aren’t More Companies Doing It?’

My deep sense, though, is that the biggest barrier is this: The less hierarchy at a company, the more that certain people will be forced to give up their perks and privileges. One manifestation of this at Morning Star is that the highest-paid employee makes just six times what the lowest-paid earns (including seasonal hires)—a far cry from the 380-to-1 spread between CEO and average worker pay among the S&P 500. “At the end of the day,” says Green, who joined Morning Star in 2006, “we’re asking the princes to lay down their crowns.”

Make Wealth History, ‘Archbishops, credit unions and not for profit banking’

Dave Pollard, ‘Enough to Go Around: The Case for Community Currency

The paradoxes go on: Very little food is produced on Bowen, and much of what is sold here is imported from far away, poor-quality, expensive and unnutritious. Yet there is lots of land that could be used for organic permaculture, and many who would love to contribute time and learn about food self-sufficiency in community gardens, if only we could get them set up.


Thursday 18 April, 02013

Ruby code to combine ranges in a book index

by Matthew Bartlett @ 9:51 pm

Monday 25 February, 02013


by Matthew Bartlett @ 2:10 pm

GK Chesterton and Frances Bloggs

Freaky Hunter S Thompson quote from Fear and Loathing in Loss Vegas:

We are all wired into a survival trip now. No more of the speed that fueled that 60’s. That was the fatal flaw in Tim Leary’s trip. He crashed around America selling “consciousness expansion” without ever giving a thought to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying in wait for all the people who took him seriously… All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped create… a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody… or at least some force – is tending the light at the end of the tunnel.

Friday 22 February, 02013

The philosophy of sight-seeing

by Matthew Bartlett @ 6:53 am

From GK Chesterton’s book The New Jerusalem:

Various cultivated critics told me that I should find Jerusalem disappointing; and I fear it will disappoint them that I am not disappointed. Of the city as a city I shall try to say something elsewhere; but the things which these critics have especially in mind are at once more general and more internal. They concern something tawdry, squalid or superstitious about the shrines and those who use them. Now the mistake of critics is not that they criticise the world; it is that they never criticise themselves. They compare the alien with the ideal; but they do not at the same time compare themselves with the ideal; rather they identify themselves with the ideal. I have met a tourist who had seen the great Pyramid, and who told me that the Pyramid looked small. Believe me, the tourist looked much smaller. There is indeed another type of traveller, who is not at all small in the moral mental sense, who will confess such disappointments quite honestly, as a piece of realism about his own sensations. In that case he generally suffers from the defect of most realists; that of not being realistic enough. He does not really think out his own impressions thoroughly; or he would generally find they are not so disappointing after all. A humorous soldier told me that he came from Derbyshire, and that he did not think much of the Pyramid because it was not so tall as the Peak. I pointed out to him that he was really offering the tallest possible tribute to a work of man in comparing it to a mountain; even if he thought it was a rather small mountain. I suggested that it was a rather large tombstone. I appealed to those with whom I debated in that district, as to whether they would not be faintly surprised to find such a monument during their quiet rambles in a country churchyard. I asked whether each one of them, if he had such a tombstone in the family, would not feel it natural, if hardly necessary, to point it out; and that with a certain pride. The same principle of the higher realism applies to those who are disappointed with the sight of the Sphinx. The Sphinx really exceeds expectations because it escapes expectations. Monuments commonly look impressive when they are high and often when they are distant. The Sphinx is really unexpected, because it is found suddenly in a hollow, and unnaturally near. Its face is turned away; and the effect is as creepy as coming into a room apparently empty, and finding somebody as still as the furniture. Or it is as if one found a lion couchant in that hole in the sand; as indeed the buried part of the monster is in the form of a couchant lion. If it was a real lion it would hardly be less arresting merely because it was near; nor could the first emotion of the traveller be adequately described as disappointment. In such cases there is generally some profit in looking at the monument a second time, or even at our own sensations a second time. So I reasoned, striving with wild critics in the wilderness; but the only part of the debate which is relevant here can be expressed in the statement that I do think the Pyramid big, for the deep and simple reason that it is bigger than I am. I delicately suggested to those who were disappointed in the Sphinx that it was just possible that the Sphinx was disappointed in them. The Sphinx has seen Julius Caesar; it has very probably seen St. Francis, when he brought his flaming charity to Egypt; it has certainly looked, in the first high days of the revolutionary victories, on the face of the young Napoleon. Is it not barely possible, I hinted to my friends and fellow-tourists, that after these experiences, it might be a little depressed at the sight of you and me? But as I say, I only reintroduce my remarks in connection with a greater matter than these dead things of the desert; in connection with a tomb to which even the Pyramids are but titanic lumber, and a presence greater than the Sphinx, since it is not only a riddle but an answer.