Happy new year from Kiev!!!!!
Source date (UTC): 2013-12-31 17:01:00 UTC
Happy new year from Kiev!!!!!
Source date (UTC): 2013-12-31 17:01:00 UTC
Its 11:30 and i am already creating enough trouble that the waiter is bringing me coffee.
I am sure that the master of ceremonies did not notice my attempt to look up his tunic to see if he was a real scott or not. If so he gave no signal. Although the women laughed heartily.
There are no women here to flirt with that wont start a fight. I dont like to start fights ( unless i am sober. ) and the waitresses arent cute enough.
I feel verbally hog tied and socially oppressed, but i will soldier on, looking for opportunities to cause mayhem despite the middle class civility of the crowd.
Honor is at stake after all! .
( Nerds rule in an absurd world. We find joy in it. )
!!! 🙂
Source date (UTC): 2013-12-31 16:33:00 UTC
IS IT DONE WHEN YOU UNDERSTAND IT OR EXECUTE IT?
(self ridicule)
My long time business partner, Jim teased me for most of our twenty years together, that I separated problem solving from work. “You think something is easy once you understand how to solve it. But the work still has to be done.”
I would agree. Always. Because my job in our business relationships, across multiple companies, was to figure stuff out: solving the problem, solving it early, and organizing execution. After that it’s just making license plates. And that wasn’t my job. I don’t make license plates. I hire people to make license plates.
But he is right. work is still hard, and you still learn, and details affect the outcome.
Writing is hard work.
Source date (UTC): 2013-12-31 03:54:00 UTC
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2cBwTe3g5cFavorite Prank Of The Year
(silly)
As my sisters will happily acknowledge, at length, with fish-tale exaggeration, at every opportunity, with gales of laughter, I am a terrible tease, and as a child I teased and tortured them no end.
(Rural life was boring. What can I say. And younger sisters are excellent toys. It would have saved them a lot of anxiety if we had had video games in the sixties and seventies.)
But I don’t remember thinking of this particular torture or I would have tried it. More likely, I did think of it, but I was afraid I might hurt them actually. Emotional distress and physical distress are different things. Not really keen on hurting.
Teasing though is just an art form. Like throwing snowballs at the guys four grades ahead of you from rooftops where they can’t see you. Or putting scotch tape between signs so that cars drive into it with a bang. Or hiding in the closet until your cousin falls asleep then making noises just soft enough to be unsure they’re real. Or drawing characters in the road with gasoline. and lighting them on fire as a group of cars approach. Or climbing telephone poles and teasing policemen. Or chalking your algebra professor’s chair. Or sneaking into a classroom and anonymously drawing enormous magic number diagrams on a chalkboard so that the teacher is too impressed to erase it. Or hiding one piece from your friend’s chess set in his coat pocket. Or you know…
Anyway. I couldn’t have gotten away doing this kind of thing to Jean, because she would have gotten mad. But Ellen, well, that would have been a lot of fun…
(I miss my family.)
Source date (UTC): 2013-12-30 12:30:00 UTC
IT’S DONE.
(“Is there no one else? Is there no one ELSE!”)
No one left to debate with except Hoppe. Time to visit. To beg the master’s patience.
He’ll be annoyed for the first hour. After that. I don’t think so.
He’ll find some set of enormous holes I need to go fix. But I kind of think I’m done. The rest of the work on institutions is purely empirical and I need to spend a few hundred K for hiring some research assistants under some decent Austrian economist in order to support that work as more than just theory. (Mostly on taxes and interest.)
Otherwise…. I might have to fine tune a lot of little bits, but the theory is done. From metaphysics, to epistemology, ethics, politics and aesthetics – I think it’s done.
March of 2001 to December of 2013 on Anarcho Capitalism.
Most of the theory from September of 2010 until now.
Most of it I figured out in the spring of 2011, but it has taken me until now to put it all into a consistent framework where I feel that I can address all the arguments.
The major insight I had last spring, when I drafted my book was that I had not solved the problem of calculation sufficiently, nor the problem of operational language. And it took me most of the summer to do that.
This fall I kept fighting with the various kinds of theft and property rights, and the problem of history suggesting that property rights were imposed externally and unnatural, and once I understood that history was the organized suppression of discounts, the last piece came together.
Put a fork in it. Time for frosting: writing and publication.
Source date (UTC): 2013-12-30 11:44:00 UTC
(Bought V surprise roses. Got extra hugs and kisses. Life is good. )
Source date (UTC): 2013-12-29 18:22:00 UTC
THE MINDFULNESS OF NOBILITY
My last love, Amanda used to thank the universe as a sort of personal prayer every day. She is a beautiful creature really. Terribly oversensitive. But special because she is one of those unreal creatures created by the ancient gods to remind us what fairies and elves were like, and where the idea came from.
Buddhism’s a little over the top for me. I guess, prayer does the same thing as meditation for most of us. Although, I wish we more modern verse, and particularly our pagan verse, so that focusing the mind was an act of recitation and rhyme rather than quietude. Our ancient english ancestors had to memorize the lore and recite it, which is of course, an exceptional intelligence test. But which method of ‘mindfulness’ is better for whom is an empirical question that is quite hard to test. and asians who rely on buddhism are much weaker in language than we are so perhaps quietude suits them. And the jews who are the best at language that that memorization and prayer to extremes and it works for them.
For me, I listen to a great mind read a great book, and that is all that works. The order in those minds creates order in mine.
I do not see life as suffering or disappointment, and I cannot even grasp the mind that sees it as such. I see life as being let loose in infinite orchard that I may taste as much of as I desire before I pass, and my measure of that life is determined only by the variety of that world I taste, and mark I leave on this world prior to departure. I have but one life, and it is my special present to enjoy. I see life as the the craft of making the thing that is me, and leaving the greatest mark that I can. Whether that be children, affected lives, or a great achievement.
This is an aristocratic philosophy that is more than 4000 years old. As far as I know, it is the best philosophy man has made. It says that I cannot lose in this life, except to choose to take on obligations I did not voluntarily enter, or accept restraints that I did not voluntarily bear. And to see learning – the building of excellence in ‘me’ as an unending quest for self perfection. TO try to rival the gods, so that they would desire us to be in their company, and we would be worthy to be in theirs.
A man is great because he fought well, worked well, and tried to become the best he could be.
And mindfulness is the perpetual recitation of that set of ideas, in word, deed, and impulse.
No man or woman, no matter what class or craft, weakness or strength, could be said not to have had a good life mindful of this goal.
There is but one life we get to life. The gods are but supernatural memories of our ancient heroes. And one chooses whether life is a hero’s journey, or a victim’s suffering. And one’s achievement is the change he creates in his state, regardless of his starting position.
In this way, all men can be noblemen. It is not a matter of wealth or strength. It is not a matter of power. It is a matter of mind.
Nobility is a choice. A mindfulness. To create excellence in yourself, and excellence in those around you, with the resources at your disposal.
Nobility is the cult of non-submission.
It is the cult of sovereignty.
Sovereignty is a choice.
My advice is to choose.
Source date (UTC): 2013-12-29 13:59:00 UTC
THE TOTALLY COOL “I LOVE YOU”
I’ve been telling people “I love you” with reckless abandon since I was maybe seventeen?. Started out as a joke. It’s genuine, albeit a bit over the top. I use it everywhere, every time someone shows that they CARE about me or their craft, or the world, or something other than themselves. And despite using it all the time, you know, people don’t get tired of it. Ever. And they eventually adopt using it. ‘Cause it works. It’s beautiful.
I suspect, as a male, you must have a lot of confidence in your masculinity to walk around saying “I love you” to men and women who you’re just complimenting. But that’s kinda never been a problem for me. And at some point I realized that it was a demonstration of confidence in one’s masculinity. It’s sort of like swearing. It’s a sign of honesty.
Most women think I’m flirting with them. But it’s just affection and approval. I hate it when women think I want to hit on them so it’s much easier to get passed it this way, than any other.
We men may run the world, but it’s not all that good a place for us, unless we totally abandon responsibility for it – which a lot of men are doing in increasing numbers. And is an increasingly desirable option. Men are not expensive to maintain. And without all the trappings the state can’t really put its vampire fangs into you. So a good life for a man means opting out. And the data shows it.
So, given that state of affairs, I tend to support men whenever possible – especially young ones who want to feel a bit of heroic charge from working together or fighting the good fight.
And my advice to men is to let other men know when you love them, in a totally cool way, because what it means is that you appreciate them, and that you care about them.
And that’s all most of us want in the world.
Source date (UTC): 2013-12-29 13:22:00 UTC
In our family, thanks to my mother, “I love you” cost emotional pence – easily earned, easily given. So there were always a lot of pence around to be had. In some families, those same words are far more scarce – emotional Ben Franklins. And the aren’t just lying around everywhere. 🙂
I like our way better. 🙂
Love is cheap, and like money, the more you use it the more there is in circulation, and the wealthier everyone becomes.
Source date (UTC): 2013-12-29 10:25:00 UTC
Does anyone else lose a pair of glasses per quarter?
Sigh. I buy two to four pair at a time.
Elves. Must be elves.
Source date (UTC): 2013-12-29 08:48:00 UTC