Sunday, 22 February 2015

The Unforgiving Nature of Trample-Down Economics

For what does it profit a man to make his way along promptly plowed pavement safely to his office building only to slip and crack his head open on the sidewalk below?

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The competitive engine of economic growth drives a cultural obsession more than growth itself. Why not shut things down a bit as long as we are buried, why not hibernate?

The answer, naturally, is that we, whoever that is, would fall too far behind in a game comprised of an unwillingness to forgive debt/rent/mortgage/utility bill, borne out of an inability to get someone else to do the same.

The arbiters of the rules of the game are so large and in charge as to be in a permanent state of paying themselves back for the money they borrowed. Self-lent lucre means never having to get back on your feet, just using them to stomp upon all but your initiates.

Accordingly analogous is the urban desperation evident in the removal of calamitous snowfall, which fuels loads of apocryphal stories like the one that Jane Byrne's mayoral bid in Chicago came down to her predecessor's untimely failure to clear the streets.

I guess what I am saying is that, if debt should be passed, it should be upward first; and all energy should be spent pushing the snow off of the walks and into the streets. What good does it do to clear them, lickety-split, if in the process you're just burying the cars on the side of the road until April Fools'? Move more slowly from December to March — or whenever the march back to the end of the year reveals itself... more naturally.

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I love the Sun, though in the summer I can't make a move without considering to what extent I'll be in a direct path of its unforgiving rays. I don't worship it, though I recognize it as the true capital of this solar system, hence, life on this planet. It is the star to which the greatest central monuments aspire yet pale in comparison.

The Sun is nature, not science or religion. It is so powerful as to be observed religiously, yet not awe-inspiring enough to leave modern science geared to its every move, winding in its wake. For science is under the constant threat of a dogmatic faux-science that has dominated Earth's population since not too long after genus homo went all erectus.

I am not talking about woo-world paganism or fundamental creationist philosophy, even those that would banish empiricism from the temples to the Sun or sons of gods. No. The primary corruption and oppression of the discipline that might otherwise be arrayed for the improvement of the quality of life comes rather from those whose methods are for the advancement of the few over the many.

Science predicts that long after humankind has succumbed to Earth's harshest conditions, the Sun will still be there, providing energy for whatever remains.


Matratzen Concord in der Sonne - Berlin-Friedrichshain - 2015

Sunday, 15 February 2015

Cloudy Skies w/ a Chance of Crumbs

"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. Most of the luxuries, and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind."
—Thoreau

Sunday, 8 February 2015

The Brazen Corruption of Breakfast

When Bo Rama speaks, you can predict the few things that will happen as a result: his biggest admirers will swoon over how smartly informed and refreshingly thoughtful his comments are; his biggest detractors will bluster about the odious treachery of the same; most people won't pay attention, but when the reactionaries get cranked up, the admirers will be joined by a chorus motivated in just as knee-jerk a fashion by the personality of the reactionaries, though no better informed about the integrity of the comments in question, and with just as deep a disregard for their context.

Friday, 6 February 2015

Eurotic Literature


A Game of Choke the Chicken
by Paul Krugman
1st grade econymonist

Never shoulda done it, coming together like that.  It was dangerous then, it's dangerous now.  Always thought so.  It's gonna come undone.  Just look at it's coming undone.  But we hafta cling to it. Don't look now but the money shot is riiiiight... there... and it's gonna be...

Wednesday, 4 February 2015

Were Apache Lucky, Duchess 'd be a Buddy of Tiny


For KiKiDo.  Not just.  Lest ye forget Trixie... and what of my tweelions, Imblique & Moschops?

Still now is the dog day of winter.

Monday, 2 February 2015

Amnesty's Hangover

Did you know that yesterday was do pass go, do collect a click all day?
Yes, you say?
Tho' I think I'd go w/ Perpetual Change, We Have Heaven is a fine example of a best of something ever, yes, no indifferent, and when you're tripping, who says they aren't both ever best of yes.
Would were it be...

Sunday, 1 February 2015

Soup or Sundae?

Perusal gives me the sense that the #USAsuisSeattle. This might represent the last vestige of interest paid to a spiel otherwise not of interest: not rooting for someone's win, but someone else's loss. I am familiar with this, um, sentiment, having attended the Indy 500 over a dozen times: when the driver of your dedicated fandom is out of the race before your third pig-meat sandwich, you start grasping for anyone... until the bitter, final turn when you just hope, "Please, God, anyone but Rick Mears."

Friday, 30 January 2015

All the Difference in the World

If time travel were possible - so the argument - we'd be surrounded by time travelers, to which one response would be, or might be, that we are surrounded by time travelers.

Sunday, 18 January 2015

Charlie est Seigneur!


Fair Use & Free Speech - 2015


There comes a time when you stop making excuses and hold them responsible for their actions.

Sunday, 11 January 2015

The conspiracy is... there's no conspiracy necessary.

It's not necessary for a person to be born of humble blood spilled daily in the streets to develop a distaste for the image of an oppressor at home or abroad.  It's not necessary for an oppressor to have rigged and tapped the fields and temples of the fathers for their sons to foster hatred of this professed brother's keeper, yet accept his largess and instructions to further foment what he fosters.  It is not necessary to have at once a passport in his hand and bombs over his head delivered.  It's not necessary to be impoverished and imprisoned.

Friday, 9 January 2015

Je Suis Cheap Charlie

In solidarity with some cartoonists because they are dead.

Sunday, 4 January 2015

But were there any dick jokes?


Cartoon-like evil. That's what our boys were lampooning in that motion picture. Pretty good target, too. You may think that Kim fella is one evil dictator, cartoon-like for sure, but I couldn't possibly comment. You've seen the pictures.