I work in the non-profit sector.
I don't like most people.
Don't be most people.
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That article had a lot of words for one word:
When everyone feels like their might not be enough, they are willing to do anything to get "their fair share." To deepflows's first point, corporations have no moral or ethical directive. The people that control them do. Corporations are a legitimized way for people to take advantage of sociopaths behavior that leads to wealth generation. If we really acted in our specie's best interest all the time wealth (the storage of excess) doesn't really need to happen on the scale modern corporations are capable of.
This isn't an original thought, but I don't remember who said/wrote it. Internet? Can I get a hand on sourcing this?
Hey man, I just wanted to check in. Emotional inventory of people I am sharing a moment with. Not trying to bust your balls.
We drove north. A long way north.
It was February, the roads were shit. It wasn't snowing. It was too fucking cold to snow anymore. The sun was bright overhead, which only illuminated the ice crystals hanging in the air.
"Why does this planet even have a -30 degrees?" Andy was cranky we'd been up way too early to get where we were going. There were three of us in the car. Three of us that were kicking back, listening to the sounds of our childhood. A roadtrip that could only happen in the frozen prairies of Canada. Fueled by double-doubles and a chance to escape. The three of us hadn't done this in a long time.
We were driving to a concert. Once again the band had skipped our hometown. These were guys we knew. We'd been to their shows a half dozen times. Met up, partied, drank. We'd seen some good nights together whether the band knew we had or not.
"Titled axis, total bullshit." I chime in, probably too late for most people to pick up on the joke. But that was us. Rage blew air through is nose, not really a laugh, an acknowledgment of the joke that had been around as long as we had been together.
We finally got to the mall. A mall. They were playing in a fucking mall. We had seen them at Warped Tour, Gilman, House of Blues. They are in Canada in February playing in a fucking mall. Whatever. We made it there and brushed off the cold. Dropped our kit in the overly expensive hotel room upstairs. We toured the mall. Hit the water park and counted the public displays of flesh, of affection and of shame. We laughed. Nothing that was happening here was serious. We left serious back in cowtown. When we decided last night in a haze or drink, bad decisions and late night bravado. Serious business was for someone else.
We left the waterpark, ate too much, drank enough to support the habit and smoked too little. That 4:30 dusk announced that the night was going to be on us soon. We were ready for it. We needed it.
We danced that night. We sang along. We partied and hit on women and picked fights with smiles on our faces. We skanked and rolled and shared like champions. We punched assholes, we grabbed asses and lived ever second of that night.
The houselights came up.
We sobered up.
The last notes of the encore round of "Sell Out" faded into every disgusting corner of that tiny stage inside a huge mall. We walked out into the night with skinned knees, bruised egos and impending hangovers.
Water, naps and Red Bull got us home in a blizzard. It had finally warmed up enough to snow.
We were kings that night.
As odd as this sounds that is a lot of Caribbean cuisine. Fresh fruit, curry, seafood, lime. I think that there is a lot of that flavor combination that exists in the tropical world just because or abundance and the distribution of chilies and fruits. Oh also sugar...lots of sugar in the Caribbean for some reason. cough cough slavery cough
Haha, thanks. I tried once. My prose is awful. You should see me trying to write dialogue. It's like they let a 4 year old loose on a word processor.
Fair enough. But the phenominal thing about monopolies and large companies is that they are very difficult to keep in the position of market leaders. They eventually get out innovated by the market. Even when Microsoft was at its worst and either buying or crushing everything that opposed it in the 90s a company came back and beat them. I mean now Apples is getting pantsed, but beside the point.
The problem isn't that there is something wrong with publishers putting money out marketing and printing books. But with digital distribution, the issue at stake here, what is the problem with a funding model that rewards better click rates? Isn't that the application of the internet funding model on books. We're all okay with bloggers getting paid that way, newspaper and magazine writers getting paid that way, but we've got a problem with self-published novelists?
I know Amazon won't last because the strategy is flawed.
Thank god...i didn't eat a lot yesterday and by the end I was having a hard time even forming a sentence. Poor decisions all around!
Because you're jaded and bitter that you didn't make it rich?
Because there are a mass of people that are willing to grovel in the dirt for the idea of mega-star style success. Because the entertainment industry sells the sizzle not the cow? Even though they promised a herd. That's the actual problem, the idea is that the only success is in dollars and cents. Not in fulfillment, satisfaction and being content.
I sound like a super hippy...I am not...I just think that the first step towards being happy is not being angry because you feel like you're not getting enough. I have run into you a few times now and you are really angry, or at least you have been over the past few days.
Well lets say the centaur population gets Zion-ed tomorrow afternoon and there are enough to represent a significant population in a country in sub-saharan Africa....Zimbabwe...we'll choose Zimbabwe.
First thing is they become a class of anti-poachers the world has never seen. They take guerrilla tactics and put it on the scale that the poachers couldn't possibly imagine. After stealing weapons caches the populations of wildlife begin to slowly recover.
The centaurs form an economy the is initially based on eco-tourism. Protecting this means remaining armed. Which has never been a huge problem for African countries. The problem has always been about not using them for evil.
Fortunately the centaurs want to preserve the wildlife habitats.
Unfortunately the centaurs have no qualms about killing humans to do it.
This leads to an escalation of conflict in the region as the centaurs attempt to "naturalize" larger portions of the Savannah. The escalation becomes more violent and grisly as the centaurs take on larger populations towards both coasts. This should prompt a response from the international community, but the UN gave the land to the centaurs and they aren't good at doing the right thing. So the international community doesn't intervene and soon South Africa comes into conflict in a fully modernized war against guerilla centaurs. The South Africans loose....really badly.
So now the centaurs control from the Sahara south. Their tactics are impeccable, and even armies of UAVs have trouble tracking and curbing their violence. The centaurs don't advance economy in standard means, instead it is a state based exclusively on ecological preservation. Infrastructure of the post-colonial era collapses. Instead the centaurs population finds an equilibrium. The state becomes the beacon of doing with less. The world pays attention to the violence, but understands the larger story finally. And the next day the G20 countries all announce a plan to fight overpopulation, the root cause of our problems.
Thank you benevolent centaurs! Even if you hate our species, we finally understand what our real problem is and are forced to take real steps to combat it thanks to your shining example.
Don't get me wrong I like Harry Potter. But it is hardly some sort of renaissance of literary art. It is the intertwining of two very British literary traditions. The coming of age story and Arthurian legend. If it seems hard to believe think of it this way. Take all the wands, wizards, talking paintings and faeries (the fantasy elements) and you end up with a story of a public school coming of age novel. Probably set from 1938-1945. You take away the public school coming of age and you get a predestined hero being helped by a group of friends to overcome supernatural evil, Arthurian legend. I know that I am oversimplifying but there is no element of the story that is unique in its own right other than the combining of the two stories...which in itself wasn't really original because other authors had done it before see "The Worst Witch" by Jill Murphy.
Was Harry Potter good? Yeah, I think it is very entertaining. Is it literature? No. But then again I think a lot of what counts a literature is worse than Rowling. And don't pretend that the bump in literacy is anything other than the by-product of mass consumerism. Think of all the good we could do if we treated scientists like we treat Bill Nye.
Love the crazy Eddie reference.
Amazon's business strategy is actually "sell Amazon web services."
And why does this mean that everyone has to get paid less? Netflix pays good, really good, money for its content. They put big money into production and they get some good content, some great content and some awful content. They also recycle a lot of content that would have made up syndication. I imagine that the people at Amazon would rather eat Penguin's lunch than make a Netflix in a different medium.
The non-fiction is an angle I'd never considered. Though as a response that I have no reasonable way of checking, don't university presses make a lot of the non-fiction for the academy? As I said, probably wrong, a legitimate question.
And the difference I think that we're thinking of is scale of success. You mention Bieber as the scale of success that you are familiar with, but underground success can make you a living in the music industry, and I think it could be able to with publishing if authors weren't being paid like slaves. The without publishers people would still write, and without record labels the music industry survives because art isn't a commercial product that scales.
The Odyssey was written before publishing. Mozart wrote before record labels.
The difference is the definitions of success...megahits versus supporting yourself. Consumerism in contrast to satisfaction.