The great motivating factor of economics is the same motivating factor of all of the great pursuits: how things move, and why. And by things, I mean people. Why? Where? Why there? All of the matrices you can draw with your mechanical (is it, though?) pencil won't draw for you where the school of fish will swim. If you follow.
The miner laments that they're just not buying coal the way they used to, my father worked this life, and his father before him, but the system is dying, and people just don't buy coal the way they used to...but what happens as a result of where people, thereby the market, wander and settle is where I choose to lay my hat and my own wandering mind. To settle. Because mining coal is risky and dangerous and a hellish life, and miners still, as recently as, you know, now, run the risk of being trapped underground in mines. Whereas the exploration, study, and analysis of solar panels runs little to no human lives risked and less, certainly less, damage to people and our environment. So in the end, if the rudder of the market is set swiftly into the sea of economics, the ship will sail with ease and more efficiency.
So newspapers are folding (intentional pun) and there is a reason for that. But for every door that shuts, the market opens a window. The White House Press Corps becomes a snotty in-group and occludes true transparency to what is purportedly a democracy. They begin by wanting to tell the 'truth' and end up dining at the Animal Farm table. Just to name an example. I don't have those illusions either, I know it's a corporate oligarchy and it got bought into when the capital kept growing on the belief that the united states of US were the strongest Olympians in the world. But democracy is and still will be what in the end it ends up being, because, again: the people. Will move the way they do, for a reason, understand it or not. It's the flow of the river, man. Ride it.
I hate television. No. I don't. I actually, kind of? Love it. But truthfully don't mind not having in my life either, and I'm no luddite. But the frying pan over the head and the over and over with it. Oy. The constant supplication and lowest common denominator. I hate the talking heads the "information," the "experts" on Fox "news" the filling of time, the constant filling of time. The lack of what the Japanese have so deftly and acutely and wisely witnessed to be the saving grace of silence and contemplation. That in silence, we might learn just as much, if not more, than when talking.
But dear heavenly Hera, I love me some stories.
I live for Sopranos. I live for so many great shows. In there, in that little box of the opiate of the people, lives as many voices and stories and lives as we see everywhere, you just gotta know where to look. Contrary to how it may seem, I like the stuff.
And here we get to the crux of what I'm trying to say. That you know, it used to be you raced home to watch Knight Rider (yessss, and I loved it) but now we have the dvds, and the youtube, and you can watch on the network website. So what will happen to the commercials that we all mute and walk out of the room to reload the noms and pour another glass of wine? Who the fuck cares! Fuck them! We have Hulu now. For all those Madison Ave shark skinned behemoths, now they are learning to adapt or die. (I vote die. But the money has to come from somewhere, Virginia. Santa doesn't come for free.)
The miner laments that they're just not buying coal the way they used to, my father worked this life, and his father before him, but the system is dying, and people just don't buy coal the way they used to...but what happens as a result of where people, thereby the market, wander and settle is where I choose to lay my hat and my own wandering mind. To settle. Because mining coal is risky and dangerous and a hellish life, and miners still, as recently as, you know, now, run the risk of being trapped underground in mines. Whereas the exploration, study, and analysis of solar panels runs little to no human lives risked and less, certainly less, damage to people and our environment. So in the end, if the rudder of the market is set swiftly into the sea of economics, the ship will sail with ease and more efficiency.
So newspapers are folding (intentional pun) and there is a reason for that. But for every door that shuts, the market opens a window. The White House Press Corps becomes a snotty in-group and occludes true transparency to what is purportedly a democracy. They begin by wanting to tell the 'truth' and end up dining at the Animal Farm table. Just to name an example. I don't have those illusions either, I know it's a corporate oligarchy and it got bought into when the capital kept growing on the belief that the united states of US were the strongest Olympians in the world. But democracy is and still will be what in the end it ends up being, because, again: the people. Will move the way they do, for a reason, understand it or not. It's the flow of the river, man. Ride it.
I hate television. No. I don't. I actually, kind of? Love it. But truthfully don't mind not having in my life either, and I'm no luddite. But the frying pan over the head and the over and over with it. Oy. The constant supplication and lowest common denominator. I hate the talking heads the "information," the "experts" on Fox "news" the filling of time, the constant filling of time. The lack of what the Japanese have so deftly and acutely and wisely witnessed to be the saving grace of silence and contemplation. That in silence, we might learn just as much, if not more, than when talking.
But dear heavenly Hera, I love me some stories.
I live for Sopranos. I live for so many great shows. In there, in that little box of the opiate of the people, lives as many voices and stories and lives as we see everywhere, you just gotta know where to look. Contrary to how it may seem, I like the stuff.
And here we get to the crux of what I'm trying to say. That you know, it used to be you raced home to watch Knight Rider (yessss, and I loved it) but now we have the dvds, and the youtube, and you can watch on the network website. So what will happen to the commercials that we all mute and walk out of the room to reload the noms and pour another glass of wine? Who the fuck cares! Fuck them! We have Hulu now. For all those Madison Ave shark skinned behemoths, now they are learning to adapt or die. (I vote die. But the money has to come from somewhere, Virginia. Santa doesn't come for free.)
