
Don't give two shits who X, Y or Z are. Don't care.
As soon as I read that pattern, it's clear the writer is a small-minded troglodyte who should no longer be read.
The keys to that pattern, by the way, is "all Y" and "hates Z"--it assumes everyone who is Y hates Z.
(and for once the eeevill people have a plot that isn't wholly thwarted by a singlecoed, which is a twist and seems like more realistic planning on the part of the eeeevilll and the director-the final girl has to work for it.
I am now considering The Apple due to Eisa and Jadasc.:)
It has been a very quiet day-SW has been ill (and for once, I'm feeling more along all right.Go figure.) OT, after more rough stuff at my office I am so weary.I am also knitting a red neckwarmer which I shall see how it turns out. I so want it to! There is also no trip to DE so no Between Books, Pre-Raphaelites or Grotto Pizza. Had lots of odd dreams.
What are you doing today?
awake"Take you away, solve all your problems magically, fix everything and hand over your money, time, back bone and brains. No thinking or sticking up for yourself and nobody question the almighty leader." ~'an escapee from the religious right'
Meanwhile, we are like those yellow birds which are kept apart from their kind -- you see their cages hanging in windows, in the sun -- because otherwise they would never learn the language of their captors. But like the yellow birds have we not our pleasures? We look long in mirrors. We have tiny ladders to climb up and down, little wheels to set our feet and our heart racing nowhere; toys to play with.
Should we not be happy?
~ from The Edge of the Alphabet, Janet Frame
For one, although in trade statistics the Chinese export value for a unit of a 30GB video model in 2006 was about $150 (in other words for every iPod sold $150 went onto the Chinese exports ledger) Chinese producers really only “earned” around $4. China, you see, is really just the place where most of the other components that go inside the iPod are shipped and assembled. The remaining cash instead went to the US, Japan and a host of other countries (among which the UK is one) who made the parts that go inside. In other words, where the product is not necessarily where gets the lion’s share of the profits.It's one of the reasons why I don't pay attention to the doomsdayers about international trade.
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Due to the way trade statistics are compiled, these flows of cash back to the US are unlikely to show up in the trade balance. But when you work out the overall US balance of payments, it will show that cash has flowed back into the country as a direct result of the intellectual property Apple owns in the iPod. It is a cursory reminder that we don’t necessarily need to hammer steel and bash products together here in the UK in order to become a better-balanced manufacturer.
There was all sorts of hand-wringing that took place a few years ago when Dyson made the decision to relocate the manufacture of their products to Malaysia, but the same principles that apply to the iPod also apply to the Dyson products. It is highly likely that Britain gets a far greater share of the proceeds from every vacuum the company sells than either Malaysia or any of the other component manufacturers or assemblers.
They look at the declining dollar, then they examine the trade balance (and not the balance of payments), and conclude that the reason why the United States dollar is declining is because our economy is going into the shitter.
But if that was true, the companies who do the greatest amount of manufacturing exporting (such as Apple) should appear to be the poorest. That Apple is not a poor company should be a red flag that the doomsdayers are wrong.
Yes, we've exported manufacturing--but the reason why is because manufacturing is not where the money is at. When a job is exported, it's exported because a corporation believes the job is not a core competency to that company--which (in corporate speak) means it's not a job which butters the bread--and the company believes seeking the lowest price is preferable to keeping the job in-house.
... [T]rade statistics can mislead as much as inform. For every $299 iPod sold in the U.S., the politically volatile U.S. trade deficit with China increased by about $150 (the factory cost) plus the cost of shipping. Yet the value added to the product through assembly in China is at most a few dollars. Even if we included the direct labor involved in making various parts and components in China, it would still add only marginally to China’s share of the value.
By this same logic, if the iPod were assembled in the U.S., most of the corresponding $150 bilateral (US-China) trade deficit would disappear, but the overall U.S. trade deficit associated with each unit would only fall by a few dollars. ...
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person - Invisible Monsters - Chuck Palahniuk
Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little nothing touches. My skin against his shoulder. The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus. I couldn't explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?
Why does anyone ever make love? - Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close - Johnathan Safron Foer
Henry: The hardest part is Clare's solitude. Sometimes I come home and Clare seems kind of irritated, I've interrupted some train of thought, broken into the dreamy silence of her day. Sometimes I see an expression on Clare's face that is like a closed door. She has gone inside the room of her mind and is sitting knitting or something. I've discovered that Clare likes to be alone - The Time Traveler's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
I wasn't sure at all. How did I know that someday - at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere - the bell jar, with its distortions, wouldn't descend again? - The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
"You know, babe." Her voice had an older women's weary advice in it. "You're so hungry. You want so much."
"Well." Flannery shrugged. "So what? I'll never get it."
"You might. If you stop asking."
""I'll never stop asking."
"I know." Anne touched her cheek. "It's one of the things that makes you strangely loveable."
Flannery had never considered that the word "ache" might be meant literally, when applied to the heart. "Heartache" was fancy, surely, a gift for songwriters and a handy rhyme for "heartbreak." They weren't serious? But no, they were. It was something else to learn. The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space of something removed. A phantom limb. A scratchy hunger. The wasting muscle fatigue of want.
We could have traveled enough for me if we had just stayed in your room.
- Pages For You - Sylvia Brownrigg
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..this is not just about Russian soldiers..this is about all male soldiers..
( Antony Beevor, author of the acclaimed new book about the fall of Berlin, on a massive war crime committed by the victorious Red Army. )
Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte: -
“It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him; and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and [Edgar’s] is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.”
“That, however, which you may suppose the most potent to arrest my imagination is actually the least, for what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day, I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!”
“My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods; time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath--a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind--not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being”
"Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you--haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe--I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!"
“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it”
"Kiss me again, but don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer--but yours! How can I?"
Actually, the Center for Land Use Interpretation seems to have a great deal of intriguing material, such as exhibits about dead malls (apparently there's a whole website dedicated to them) and the road they refer to as "Antarctic 1" (not to be confused with McMurdo's "Highway 1".)
LA inhabitants (especially those who work for The Fiche and have had executive lunches at the Petroleum Club) may be interested in their current exhibit on urban oilfields.
Edit: and this online exhibit about LA traffic control! Oh, so awesome. I love reading about traffic control. (I met a guy at a party once who worked on the programming for the synchronization systems for LA traffic lights. He confirmed that those buttons you push when you want to cross the street really do work--they're the bane of his existence, because pedestrians aren't as fast as cars, so they screw up the whole system.)
..this is a comment I made in a friends LJ..
"I have come to the conclusion that The Great Experiment of Mass Democracy has failed. It has taken me a few decades to be willing to admit such an outcome, but it has been driven home to me over the past half dozen years.
You've known me long enough to be fully aware that Politics to me is like Sports for most American males. I eat, breathe, and sleep the stuff, have done so since I was a kid, and these days I can do that 24/7/365.
But even with that capacity and inclination, modern society and civilization and all of its myriad mechanisms is still too much for even someone like me to keep track of in an effective fashion. The 'average citizen' is then far more lost in, and overwhelmed by, these things, even those who share my inclinations, and there ain't all that many of those.
Joe Bageant's Anonymous Political Consultant said here; “The mastery of the political right over the past thirty years has been primarily to better understand the irrational factors in politics. Conservatives have always understood that when it comes to politics, people rarely act in their rational self-interest but instead on emotion, fears and the perception of their interests.”
Most people do not want to wake up, especially here in The Republic. Too fucking scary. And a fair number of those are in fact constitutionally incapable of waking at all.
Another type of social order is needed. What that new construct might be is now the responsibility of the Aware Individual." ...I ended there, but kept thinking about this...
Participatory democracy does not seem to work when the citizen base gets beyond five or ten thousand. At that point 'political mechanisms' seem to grow almost organically and began to remove the process from the reach of 'the average citizen'. The increase in social complexity creates the Political Specialist. Add Economic and Technological Systems, and 'the average citizen' is finished ...except as a Cipher for Those Who Rule.
However, any discussion of 'qualifying' the Franchise brings howls of rage and, given past performance, rightly so.
But should not the electorate of such a powerful nation as this be required to meet some Standard beyond accident of birth? Should not 'the average citizen' be required to pass something like The Naturalization Test our new citizens must take before being entrusted with a Vote?
It's really not that hard a test...if you have a fucking brain in your head.
Of course, I'm not holding my breath in that matter. But I am pursuing a Course of Action.
In the long term, my own personal belief on where we need to go is to use a version of Heinlein's Federal Service Model as a transition to a society that is some combination of the two cultures Peter Hamilton calls Edenism and Adamism. I suspect we'll get a bit closer to the latter.
The above set of paths are templates I propose for the path of The Temple in this matter. Of course, I know things will shift and change.
One of the most interesting things I've read in the last few years came from William Gibson, Godfather of Cyberpunk. He was amazed that in his very prophetic novel Neuromancer, he had completely overlooked the potential impact of cellphones, totally dropped the ball on the subject.
I take his revelation to heart, both as a writer and as Her Prophet.
For those that dismiss this as mere 'sci-fi thinking', please note you happen to be reading this on The Internet and probably own one of those pesky cellphones, too. Science Fiction is Right Now.
Note on Nov 27th, 2009: The events of the last thirteen months have done nothing but re-enforced the conclusions I reached above.
More later when I am not paying 3 dollars for 40minutes of internet access on a computer that I swear I threw away in 1998.


