Ron Artest 2 time DPOY backs me up
Roy is air apparent, I'm telling you.
Roy is air apparent, I'm telling you.
Posted by ohminous_t at 5:26 PM 0 comments
I've done several things recently to make life easier. Well one was passive, Misaki sent me a pile of t-shirts that have served to update my wardrobe, something I wouldn't have done myself. Also after ridicule from Morley, and realising April is half a year from my birthday I needed to hurry up my stupid haircut schedule and ditch the mohawk, so now I have a relatively tame shaved head until such a time as it grows out to be cut into another stupid haircut.
I have alas also started applying for jobs, as yet I'm not so desperate to get work that I won't pcick jobs I won't like. Just looking basically for income suplementation. But I was reading... uh... something... that's it I was reading Female Eunuch and listening to radio national, who were talking about kids being taught 'political science' or 'critical thinking' vs 'religious studies' which is another argument in itself.
And I thought, from reading Female Eunuch that if memory serves me correctly, my major preoccupation and energy in high school was in the opposite sex. It seems to me that education might do a disservice by virtually ignoring this preoccupation in the educational syllabus entirely.
Fact is that whilst having the ability to mathematically model in the natural environment has its advantages, the ability to relate and socialise with fellow human beings is probably going to serve everyone better.
Further more, some of the best 'students' have the worst social skills. I know that whilst not being the violent type myself, I often scratched my head at the attitude of smarmy smarmbag nerds that didn't seem to realise that outside our private school gates were people that would beat them up just for their haircuts.
Like watching a lamb that has been trained to ignore lions or some shit.
So yeah, it would be great if kids were taught in school about 'opinion leaders' vs 'opinion seekers'. high context vs low context cultures. Behavioral analysis, emotional and social intelligence, projecting vs empathising, social disorders, nature of attraction and all that shit which can then be put to use in the imediate environment.
I mean imagine if a teacher had taken me aside and said 'Tohm if you like a girl, don't sit around for a year trying to interpret "signs" she may be interested, just ask her out. If you get rejected you'll get over it quickly, nobody cares about you as much as you do, and you'll stop wasting your fucking time on her. Now when you ask her out, don't tell her you love her etc...' and then I could go and do that shit.
Or when they take aside those kids destined to grow into computer programmers and say 'Okay Steven, your choice of white crosstrainers as shoes is highly utilitatarian, hiking boots would also have been an appropriate choice, unfortunately people who aren't as logical and literal as you can't comprehend why you'd combine cross trainers with jeans. This is the aesthetics of fashion, form over function which is why you are being ridiculed. Arguably there is something wrong with their brains not yours, but infact its just a reflection of different personality preferences. They ridicule your clothing choices much like you ridicule their inability to comprehend latin grammar.'
But yeah, really school curriculum served as 'spacers' to the only thing(s) I really cared about during my teenage years, and that was getting a girlfriend. If I denote my love interest with the ambiguous letter S, (most girls in my year were called 'Sarah' seriously) then my timetable looked like this:
1st period - English
2nd period - S
3rd Period - Economics
4th period - Art
5th Period - S
6th period - S
I mean I didn't study the girl 'S' it would be maths or something, but if S was in the class then my attention would pretty much be focused on looking for any opportunity for interaction.
One of the S's was directly infront of me for my whole final year of Maths, which was specialist maths which resentably actually demanded attention. But fortunately that S was the kind of girl I assumed would be impressed by my intelligence so the two kind of dovetailed there.
Not that I ever succeeded, but man, I would have been a runaway freight train if a subject could have aligned my energies to building these relationships.
As it was though, lets be blunt, we only go to high school to get into University these days, it has next to nothing to do with education. Learning is literally 'learning how to ace exams' not understanding or whatever.
So my thoughts would all be geared towards the 75 minutes of opportunities to advance my relationship a day which was both important and frightening to me. The 4-5 hours I spent doing anything else simply kept me from it.
Ironically school brought me an opportunity to meet women, then infuriatingly denied me from doing anything with it by filling it up with classes.
Hence school is one of those preoccupations.
Work is the other obvious preoccupation. This is the clincher for me, I don't really associate with office types, but when I was one I met many. Also from associating with fellow Business students you meet these people.
Beyond shaving my head into a 'normal' haircut and dressing like somebody who actually has money, for the past year I could have made life a lot easier for myself, by just getting a full time job. I probably could have slotted somewhere into Honda and been back on that old familiar track by now.
But living with my brother is driving me the opposite way. He has a job, full time shift work, is paid well and is otherwise respectable. But I wouldn't say he does anything. He just works, and when he isn't working he comes home plays World of Warcraft, sleeps or watches TV shows he streams online from the US.
And tellingly he is one of many people who while away there lives in this style, because I'm sure you know one of them, they just watch too much fucking TV. They watch the shows you never used to bother watching, because now when they aren't at work they need to unwind with the little time left them in a trancelike state. So they try out all these shows, including every single program on HBO - True Blood, Deadwood, United States of Tara, Eastbound and Down, Curb Your Enthusiasm etc. Then they Watch shitty dramas/dromedies Grey's Anatomy, Private Practice, Boston Legal, House. Then they watch sitcoms - Southpark, Family Guy, Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Psyche. Then they check out 'The Mentalist' because they want to know what Psyche would be like if it wasn't a comedy. They watch Lost, and they watch Fringe even though Fringe is shit. They love 'Big Love' and bored yet? because I am.
See with all my freetime, the curious thing is, that of the 30 shows that my brother downloads, I end up watching about 3 of them.
But I've been there. My brother is someone that now if we both went to a bar, and a girl was asking us what we do, I would be the one struggling to explain I'm not a loser. In fact my brother has started to come around, with plans to release his own zine, and he has a new 'girlfriend' he isn't sure he should be calling a 'girlfriend' yet. Arguably because nobody taught him how to have that conversation in highschool.
I am sure for my brother though, whilst work provides money it is the big blank space in his life, between going out to drink (thus like a highschooler, facilitating meeting a romantic partner) or to do the work he is passionate about (writing stories). Much like for me, working at Honda, it was just the thing that consumed most of my time between playing basketball, and tutoring Zamin, which made me feel good. Although I'll be honest, getting drained of all my energy at work made it really fucking hard to tutor Zamin. Basketball I at least got some sleep before. But it would have been much easier to get pick up games mid-week than it is on a saturday or sunday. On a thursday you can play all day until you collapse exhausted.
Thus, whilst having an occupation makes it easier to explain to people what you do, its really just a preoccupation, that often interferes and detracts from our most meaningful relationships and serves only as an excuse to not actually pursue our dreams.
I don't buy it that most people have no dreams beyond marriage, mortgage and kids. They are important and admirable aims, but marriage is either going to be a deeply meaningful supportive relationship, or a blind amble into a social institution with much youthful optimism/insecurity. A mortgage is kind of like dreaming of being a serf for most of your life, and kids just don't want to live for the sole purpose of making their parents proud. They need 10-16 years input from you MAX and then they will definietly be just focused on establishing their own identity, dreams and ambitions.
So what do you do with all the life you have left? Many jobs, I am going to suggest serve more as an excuse to do nothing with that time. To waste the opportunity.
Here's what I propose and am going to try to live by:
Concentrate on creating value, then see if someone will recognise it (by paying you).
Here's what I think goes on mostly now:
See if someone will pay you to do something/anything, then see if you like doing it (or don't and just do it anyway).
I suspect this arse about status quo career path - finding an employer to pay you, rather than creating work someone will pay you for, is why our society has so many entrenched jobs that create little to no value.
And I support that ascertion by just pointing out. Over the past 6 months millions of jobs have been destroyed worldwide, and they aren't the jobs of billions of people that lead subsistance lives, but the jobs of the priveledged few that live in the 'developed nations' people with luxury of worrying about retirement and sailing trips around the world.
These jobs aren't being axed because people are evil. It costs money to make people redundant, it isn't like selling off assets. They are being made redundant because nobody demands the products of their labors. People have stopped buying cars because they don't value them as much as they thought they did when their attitudes to money were flippant. In that case the money had little value, it was easy to come by and easy to let go of. Now the tables have turned.
You don't fire anybody you actually turn a profit on. You fire people that cost you money to employ. Governments have been giving the big car manufacturers handouts for years sighting 'job creation' it's really 'mandatory valuation' which is a roundabout way of pretending to actually value the work they are doing, because they are unable to get customers to pay the prices they need to make a profit.
And of course its broader than the car industry. It's almost everything, but people getting made redundant have to face the fact that redundancy is arguably worse than getting fired, it is saying 'nobody really values the work you do' - it has no meaning there is not a customer out there.
I would argue the people that are safest are going to be the entrepreneurs the ironic 'risk takers' that have ended up being safe. They created their businesses in the way I'm proposing everyone approach their careers - the started creating value, then they found people willing to pay them for it.
Why do they take the risks? Because they want to do work that they enjoy, they want to dovetail their careers with where their energy is heading.
So yeah, fuck yeah, teachers need to listen to where their students energies are being directed, and employers need to focus on where employees (and potential) energy is headed. Otherwise you create friction/drag. That's physics baby, and don't argue with physics (its a real science, unlike economics)
Posted by ohminous_t at 11:28 PM 0 comments
After a sluggish start to the year, my recent dislocation has afforded me time to actually do some reading. I've read a friends zine and 'The Black Swan' this year, that's 2 by month 4. Pretty pathetic. But in the past few weeks I've managed to catch up by finishing off 'Social Intelligence' and am close to finishing 'The Female Eunuch'.
These two books have been extremely good for me, because it seems I've been struggling for far too long now with an inability to move on from Misaki. I have made great progress in recent months, largely by ceasing all communication with her.
The problem is that Misaki is like the Simpson's was to my brain.
In highschool I often marvelled at my own ability to be able to recall every single conversation ever had in a Simpsons episode and yet was unable to memorize a few stanzas of Shakespearean verse. I put this down to the fact that Simpsons was actually entertaining (believe it or not kids, it actually was once upon a time). So too I would still maintain that with very little prompting I can remember just about everything Misaki ever said to me. From 'I don't like Italians' at our first date at Tiamos, to 'Where's the proof?' when commenting on my weightloss the last time we met in Takematsu.
I can remember almost every conversation, facial expression, outfit and text message (even though they are all long deleted and met their death with my old phone) although I will admit that when I say 'every' it of course carries the burden of silent evidence, after all I can't remember the conversations I have forgotten.
At any rate it seems vivid. Burned into my brain where almost every other conversation I have had was written in sand at low tide. I was beginning to wonder 'was this true love?' was this a sign I should drop everything and cross oceans to fight for her hand in marriage?
Yes and no. Both Germaine Greer and Daniel Goleman in their respective books.
Let's start with Goleman's 'Social Intelligence' Their are three 'romantic' sections of the brain. A triumvirate of attachment, caregiving and sex. When all three are working in unison, you get romantic love. The three triggers combine to form a strong relationship basis. The exclusivity comes from attachment, the nurturing and support from caregiving and attraction from the sexual centers. Attachment without caregiving is just dependance, attachment and caregiving without sex is just friendship, sex and attachment is just a narcissistic obsession and so on and so fourth. This is the neurological mechanics.
Mechanics that have the insentives and reinforcements to encourage behaviour that is biologically in our favor. For example, men only get a hit of dopamine when a woman they find attractive looks at them. An attractive woman forming a smile then making brief eye contact is an effective flirting technique because it effectively hits the guy at the other end with pure heroin. So too looking at pornography with an attractive centerfold gazing lustily into some camera does not work, does not give that hit of dopamine, even though it maty succeed in arousing a man.
One of the opiates used to reinforce romantic behaviour is oxytocin:
Oxytocin wells up in particular strength in men during this 'refractory period' after orgasm, when they typiccaly cannot get an erection. Intriguingly, at least in rodents (and possibly in humans), abundant sexual gratification in males spikes a threefold rise in oxytocin levels-a brain change that apparantly brings male brain chemistry closer to that of a females for the time being. In any case that clever chemical endgame for lovemaking affords a relaxed time to build attachment, another function of oxytocin.
The lust circuitry also primes a couple for the next tryst. The hippocampus, the key structure in memory storage, holds nuerons rich in receptors for AVP and oxytocin alike. AVP, particularly in the man, seems to imprint in memory with special strength the enticing image of his partner in passion, making his sexual mate singularly memorable. The oxytocin produced by orgasm also boosts memory, again imprinting in the minds eye the lover's fond figure.
I remember a woman boasting to me once that she had something in bed that I did not therefore a mutual friend of ours must of loved her better than he did me. I eventually found out what she had in bed was a desire to be beaten and humiliated, which forced our mutual friend to recapitulate a tendancy in himself that he had always mistrusted, which made him very unhappy. Women are happy to replace spontaneous association for pleasure's sake with addiction because it is more binding. There are hundreds of cases in England where wives consent to dress up in leather or rubber, and beat their husbands or shit upon them or whatever they require, because the compulsivity of the activity is their security.
When abandoned women follow their fleeing males with tear-stained faces, screaming you can't do this to me, they reveal that all they have offered in the name of generosity and altruism has been part of an assumed transaction, in which they were entitled to a certain payoff
The hallmark of egotistical love, even when it masquerades as altruistic love, is the negative answer to the following question 'Do I want my love to be happy more than I want [her] to be with me?'
the sensations caused by the two kisses are not genuinely distinguishable... The fact still remains that Betsy can only distinguish between the two kisses on some political ground; it is in fact desirable for Betsy to marry into her own class, and one would not object if the policy openly stated instead of cloaked in mumbo-jumbo of the comparrison between two kisses.
A more cynical view has it, "Men look for sex objects, and women for success objects." But though women tend to find allure in signs of a man's power and wealth, and men in a woman's physical attractiveness, these are not the prime draws for either sex-just the ones they differ most on. For men and women alike kindness tops the list.
Posted by ohminous_t at 3:31 AM 0 comments
1. A stand-up comedian.
2. A singer for a band. (?)
3. A financial adviser.
4. An artist.
5. A writer of travelogues.
6. Just a plain old writer.
7. An actor.
8. A fluffer.
9. An advertising accounts executive. (this includes a computer program)
10. A museum curator (the same computer program).
11. An actuary.
12. A physicist.
13. A marketer.
14. A manager.
15. A model. (??)
But strangely I have never been told I should be these:
1. A professional basketball player.
2. A poet.
3. A bass guitar player.
4. A teacher.
Not strangely I have never been told I should be these:
1. Pope.
2. An Editor.
3. A fashion designer.
I had a friend that seemed/seems to drift through life never finding his niche. Or to put it in cycling terms, his chain bounces around and never gains purchase on a particular gear. I used to think 'he can do anything, his problem is he doesn't realise that all he has to do is something.' I never appreciated how hard it is to just do 'something' is until now, when we could be so much.
Compounding this, all the safe, sure and 'valuable' uses of time I was meant to do are currently in the process of imploding, turns out much of the activities with which I could occupy myself were of no use to anyone, not least of which was myself and the market seems to be just figuring this out. I have no credible sources of career advice.
I think I'll just keep bumping around on the gears for now. As scary as it is, if I pause and concentrate it makes a pleasing sound.
Posted by ohminous_t at 11:42 PM 0 comments
Harvard has started collating and distributing his own publication called 'projak'
According to Wikipedia, The term "Rojak" is Malay for mixture, used as a colloquial expression for an eclectic mix. PROJAK stands for Project Rojak.
After working for nearly 2 years my social life is deteriorating rapidly like the white blood cell count of a leukemia child.
You can say PROJAK is a manifestation of that social life cancer and my curiousity and all I hope to achieve is an on-going conversation between my friends.
I am aiming to release PROJAK fortnightly depending on the response, hence the feedback is most welcomed if not vital.
Posted by ohminous_t at 4:31 PM 0 comments
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I'm going to keep rolling with the fashion theme. I recall when a highschool aquaintance and I were catching the bus home in Japan one time we were talking about fashion and style. This was my 5th year at BCC so by then my style had settled down. She was a country road girl, and though the details were sketchy, she was lamenting at how I totally pulled off my dirty hobo look and how cheap it must be for me.
Then if I recall correctly it turned into a comparison of how relatively less spoilt she was compared to her other friend also on exchange.
But yeah that was my style, and people accepted it. Many would find it hard to believe I've actually cleaned up my image in recent years, now it's pretty much a grunge look, whereas back then it quite literally was a homeless look. And it wasn't unique to me either, there were plenty of guys who sported the terry towelling, chesty bond and cut off tracksuit pants.
I was at my peak though when I settled down with my perfect pair of shorts, they were black, the right length and comfortable. They had been the first shorts I'd ever bothered to carry a wallet in, an awkward adjustment and I typically had never had any money to bother about before them.
But I was so deadset on wearing them every day that I would colour in food stains with a black permanent marker rather than subject them to the wash. I still have those shorts 'retired' somewhere.
So yes, I am somewhat cleaner and more hygenic now, my shorts will get washed around once a month, and I wear shirts that people give to me, even if they are remarkably clean and possibly even 'trendy' (I simply wear them for 9 years until they are no longer trendy, like my mambo shirts now).
But where does a man like me get his style cues from? There is no 'Bogue' magazine for bogans, Kurt Cobain has been dead for a million years and frankly was a little too stylish, too 'try hard' for my standards.
It hit upon me the other day that there is one man, one man whose style I cannot fault, and you may be surprised:
link via electricguitarplanet
I guess you could say he is the 'Marilyn Monroe' to my 'little girl'. A classic depiction of style, like the 2B pencil, Aviator Sunglasses or Led Zeppelin's 'Immigrant Song' he has the timelessness that will never go out of style, that will always be welcomed and worshipped somewhere.
Sure there's the obvious flair, the dye job on his neck beard is a bit dandy, but his a la naturale curls draw the eye to consider the trunk that is supporting these palm fronds. Black is the colour of the singlet, sleaveless it covers the body, a man's body like a sack whilst simultaneously complimenting the hot pink beard and whatever axe he is weilding and the camo pants. The camo pants are all that is both style and utility. In a desert he would appear as an appirition existing only from the waist up. And you can't really see it, but they aren't just camo pants, they are camo shorts. Shorts say 'I can move when I have to' and 'I'm not ashamed of my socks' to the passing observer. The sweatband on the wrist is a tasteful accessory, showing Dime knows just where to draw the line.
And here we come to another gender divide. For one, I find that a large minority of men take their style cues from somebody who does something, other than think about their style, whether it be shredding guitars, dunking on rookies, kicking the ball between the big sticks (regrettably), or being president of some small country. In fact I'd argue that when you consider the influence of hip hop, metal and punk, while no single minority takes their cues from the same source it is probably the majority of male fashion with publications like GQ making up the leftover minority of men who take fashion advice and style cues from one dimensional models.
I also exclude acting from my consideration because there's bound to be confusion between character/actor. Like there are people that dress like Neo from the Matrix, precluding them from passing on their genes in Darwinian natural selection. This doesn't mean they are taking their style cues from Keanu who actually does something.
But girls in my experience and sadly even women, seem to do what 'fashion houses' tell them, be it MYER for the more mature lady, or Just Jeans for the little girls. It doesn't come from anything, doesn't mean anything. Furthermore one could argue that far more guys can successfully imitate Dimebag Darryl and do, than women have imitated any specific look from Angelina Jolie. Even though women probably more often go under the knife with a request for Angelina Lips, than men go requesting 'A Dimebag' (whatever that would be).
And lastly, let's talk about the elephant in the room, Dimebag is probably not most ladies cup of tea in the man department. As a strategy for getting laid, Dimebag probably sucks. I have met exactly 0 Pantera fans that were female, and only 5 guys in my lifetime that were professed Pantera fans. But crucially, this insistence that the function of fashion is purely to disguise what an actual disgusting and boring person you are and thus ensnare potential mates is one we collectively need to move away from. I do not begrudge those Metal chicks, for whom the thought of sleeping with them is truly horrifying, for going with the look that reflects who they are and what they dig. Rather than begrudge them, I respect them. And I mean, who the fuck are we all to expect people to make themselves attractive to us.
In Queensland a guy called Nick told me there's a clip somewhere of Pantera's where Dimebag does a shit standing up. I don't know the truth of this, but I think such an anecdote demonstrates the defiant-self reliant style that Dime encapsulates, making him an immortal of fashion even if he'll never make the cover of Vogue. It's time to democratize style icons.
Posted by ohminous_t at 4:57 PM 0 comments
A couple of months ago I was skipping along, skippedy dee, skippedy dah, skippity tra-la-la-la and whilst undertaking this joyous activity I skipped right into the heart of Melbourne's CBD and for some reason was struck by a peculiar thought. I don't know where it came from, perhaps my pretentious external genius came running from the horizon and passed through me but I thought for some reason 'These asian international students could leave the pricetags hanging off their clothes and I wouldn't even blink.'
Perhaps it's because of the meticulous care with which the Asian students keep their clothes in 'store bought condition' but more likely it is because to me, for the most part these south east asian princessess exude all the personality of a mannequin.
Then I came across someone that articulated this phenomena in my casual reading of recent. (actually research for my next comic):
To her belongs all that is beautiful, even the word beauty itself. All that exists to beautify her. The sun shines only to burnish her skin and gild her hair; the wind blows only to whip up the colour in her cheeks; the sea strives to bathe her; flowers die gladly so that her skin may luxuriate in their essence. She is the crown of creation, the masterpiece. The depths of the sea are ransacked for pearl and coral to decorate her; the bowels of the earth are laid open that she might wear gold, sapphires, diamonds and rubies... Men risk their lives hunting hunting leopards for her coats, and crocodiles for her handbags and shoes. Millions of silk worms offer her their yellow labours; even the seamstresses roll whip lace by hand, so that she may be clad in the best that money can buy... my lady must therefore be the chief spender as well as the chief symbol of spending ability and monetary success.
For she is a doll: weeping, pouting or smiling, running or reclining, she is a doll... her essential quality is castratedness. She absolutely must be young, her body hairless, her flesh bouyant, and she must not have a sexual organ... Her expression must betray no hint of humour, curiosity or intelligence, although it may signify hauteur to an extent that is actually absurd, or smoldering lust, very feebly signified by drooping eyes and a sullen mouth (for the stereotype's lust equals irrational submission) or most commonly, vivacity and idiot happiness. Seeing that the world despoils itself for this creatures benefit, she must be happy; the entire structure would topple if she were not.
Posted by ohminous_t at 6:53 PM 0 comments
Harvard just released the second edition of projak. I don't know how you'd get your hands on a copy... but it's theme was 'Daddy' a theme I ignored completely in my submission in no uncertain terms. But since it came out and I read all the submissions that actually were about daddy, I've had the below song in my head. It makes me wax nostalgic for being a teenager in the 90's where you would have been guaranteed to see this at 2am on rage.
I wish I'd remembered this in time. But alas I don't believe many magazines are youtube compatible.
Posted by ohminous_t at 3:36 AM 0 comments
1. Accept everything just the way it is.
2. Do not seek pleasure for its own sake.
3. Do not, under any circumstances, depend on a partial feeling.
4. Think lightly of yourself and deeply of the world.
5. Be detached from desire your whole life long.
6. Do not regret what you have done.
7. Never be jealous.
8. Never let yourself be saddened by a separation.
9. Resentment and complaint are appropriate neither for oneself or others.
10. Do not let yourself be guided by the feeling of lust or love.
11. In all things have no preferences.
12. Be indifferent to where you live.
13. Do not pursue the taste of good food.
14. Do not hold on to possessions you no longer need.
15. Do not act following customary beliefs.
16. Do not collect weapons or practice with weapons beyond what is useful.
17. Do not fear death.
18. Do not seek to possess either goods or fiefs for your old age.
19. Respect Buddha and the gods without counting on their help.
20. You may abandon your own body but you must preserve your honour.
21. Never stray from the Way.
Posted by ohminous_t at 2:09 AM 0 comments
Would a kid that rode from Brisbane to Sydney on a bicycle be described as an 'Amazing' journey. Perhaps because he was a teen runaway, and normally teen runaways go to their mate Steve's house.
But I suspect many Australian's would be amazed that its even possible to ride a bicycle from Brisbane to Sydney. Despite my running into a Swiss National that rode a bike from Frankfurt to Perth and back again. Now perhaps I could have been forgiven for rubbing my eyes in Astonishment at that.
Alas where is my news story for riding from Austria to Amsterdamm?
Posted by ohminous_t at 10:54 PM 0 comments
I have had many heated arguments with my parents, whom are like most people facing retirment absolutely shellshocked by the financial crisis. Warren Buffett has long made it his policy to not invest in things he doesn't understand - keeping him out of Enron, and also Microsoft equally. Both to his credit, indeed Microsofts astronomical success through the 80's and 90's was that nobody could have predicted how successful it would be.
More concerning though, is not just the lack of understanding in investment categories like, stocks, bonds, derivatives and property, but that most of the worlds investors don't even understand cash!
Things Cost More Than They Used To!
Nothing illustrates more how money is an abstract concept than inflation. Currently news reports run on Zimbabwean Trillionaires. Except that in Zimbabwe, a trillion dollars would struggle to buy you a tomato. The Dutch Company that was printing the money for the hyperinflation simply refused to release any new 'Gajillion' bank note denominations (probably because they saw no real prospect of being paid).
When a child contemplates the existence of rich and poor, and wonders at the cruel nature of the world that does not allow everyone to be equally rich - 'why? Why don't they just print millions of dollars and give it to everyone?' the answer is, if you give everyone a million dollars, and milk is limited. How does the seller determine who to give their milk too? Why they give it to the highest bidder. This is the simple explanation of inflation, that only happens in places like Zimbabwe.
The subtle everday sense concerns the existence of bubbles. The child who thinks about million dollar milk, should rationally be inoculated against herd mentality assett bubbles. But it seems we actually seem to never attain this level of insight.
Printing money creates 'unspecial wealth', ratcheting up debt also creates unspecial wealth. In fact, debt always appreciates faster than asset prices, a relationship so obviously unsustainable it takes a concerted lack of genius to ignore it.
Banal (but infinitely more dangerous inflation) is caused predominantly by inadequate measures of well being - simply consumption = growth. So instead of something brilliantly productive, like figuring out how to travel vast distances using relatively no energy on a bicycle, simply buring bicycles on a big pile looks like growth, because we consume a lot of bicycles. Also spending all your savings looks like growth. And spending other peoples savings looks like growth. And spending other peoples savings on a house looks like growth. And then someone spending even more of someone elses savings on the exact same house looks like growth. And then spending even MORE savings on the exact same house looks like growth...
And so, people percieve they are getting richer, when they are getting more and more indebted. Sure, in a very short time frame (say 10-16 years) it can look like its working, because each time you load up on debt you can sell off the house in a few years for a greater amount and thus pay down your debts and walk away with a modest profit. Except that this sale requires someone with more debt than you had to use their debt to buy out your debt and they use their debt to fund your 'profit'. Which goes into the bank, which the bank then lends out $9 for every $1 you put in.
This creation of 'wealth' is effectively the same as just printing money. The house it must be pointed out, gets no more useful. No more productive unless the owner can get more rent. The owner gets more rent by putting the price up. Alternatively, the rent may be regarded as the repayments in the interim between buying and selling the house that service the debt.
Thus, as debt goes up so do living expenses. Meaning that if a milk producing individual is using this 'wealth creation' strategy, they have to compensate for the increasing living expenses. So they put their prices up. This in turn is a living expense increase, so other people are now obliged to put up their prices. And everyone puts up their prices until everyone is back to where they started.
Why? Because ATEOTD (At the end of the day) Money has a job to do. Its job is to reflect the total value of the resources we can access from the Natural Environment without killing us all.
True cost economics isn't a theory, it is a force of nature.
Psychology and Economics Get a Divorce
Keynes is despised by most economists because he looks at human behaviour instead of rational behaviour.
Keynes noticed shit like 'wages don't go down, because people never accept lower wages' he noticed that in 'microeconomics' price behaviour was not elastic. In the short run, prices never went down, only up. The value of money thus had to come down.
So too does the Uber-Evil of our times GNP hate Keynes, because it is a purely rational model that ignores actual human behaviour.
In particular GNP as a measure of wellbeing, completely disregards an IMMENSE body of research that tells us that as an individual gets richer they get no happier.
Money is not useless, it just as has been percieved from a very early age - not everything.
A richer person may experience more pleasure than a poorer person, but because of their inflated expectations it also costs more to service their pleasure. As Daniel Goleman points out - it is possible to have yacht envy.
Humans are also notoriously bad at forecasting hedonistic impact, known as impact bias. They think being poor is worse than it is, and being rich is better than it is. Even when their own experience would disconfirm these expectations. They are also incredibly bad at estimating odds.
All this makes a basis in the 'rational human being' a collossally bad assumption to pin all our economic hopes on.
Other contrary elemants of the human psyche to popular economic theory are schadenfreude, or taking pleasure at your enemies demise. In 'genealogy of morals' Nietzsche attributes ALL morality to the creditor debtor relationship, pointing out that corporal and capital punishment have never done anything to reverse a crime, they merely give human beings pleasure in an act of revenge. So too, economists cant predict that people will reject a bad offer, even if its better than nothing to take a moral stance. They will punish someone out of spite. There is no room for spite in economics.
At any rate we would have a far more robust economic system if it was founded on the principles of 'people are fucking morons' with dollar bills bearing an imprint of 'this money is no longer yours after you spend it' and more crucially economists actually regarding debt as something bad to have, and entertaining the possibility that people may take on debt irrationally. As in a big sign over every mortgage house that says 'ACHTUNG! CAUTION: THESE PEOPLE MAY NOT ACTUALLY KNOW HOW THEIR HOUSE IS GOING TO MAKE MONEY'
Because at the end of the day, money has to be backed up by things that can actually sustain us - food, clothing, energy and to a much more modest degree shelter.
FORGET THE GOLD STANDARD
Adam Smith proposed classical economics to move away from an obsession with the gold standard back then. Back in the day European kings used to sell whatever grain and wheat and shit they could find for gold that they could stick in a treasury buried under ground somewhere to sit in clinky piles for the rest of its life.
Smith pointed out, that rather than maximising exports, countries should be trying to maximise imports because these were the things that actually imporved quality of life.
Because Gold whilst having some utility, its major utility in the old days was as money. It was non perishible, and rare enough that people couldn't 'print their own money' by digging up a whole bunch of gold in their backyard. But once legal tender came in it was much safer to use other shit as currency. But to get people to trust 'monopoly money' they initially backed it up with a reserve of gold.
But since gold wasn't useful as money, gold as a reserve needed the same fundamental confidence that makes any currency 'generally acceptable'. Gold is now useful in electronics, a comeback for it. But as Buffett says 'Gold is dug out of the gorund to be cleaned, melted down and burried under a different piece of ground to be guarded by men. It has no utility.' So if what makes currency useful is confidence in it being redeemable for other goods, what makes gold useful is it being redeemable for other goods.
So money then...
Money represents access to the Natural Environment
This is what money will do. It will do it on its own, no matter what economists say. This is the truly special thing about money, the thing a lot of people don't understand.
Money sits on a shelf in some bank vault and... it thinks. It thinks about its self worth, it works on its self esteem. It builds itself up when it is down, and it humbles itself when it has a swollen ego.
Look at a bank note and you will think - Its just a piece of paper. How can it think and evaluate its own self worth?
And the answer is, it doesn't really. The market has a belated tendancy to have revalations. I don't believe in Efficient Market Theory, because bubbles are irrational creations and the corrections too quantum in nature.
But basically, Money sits on a shelf and thinks - 'hang on, all these houses being built. When I really think about it, there's far more houses being built than there are people to live in them. But people are buying them for increasing amounts of me (money) even though there is no 'real' demand, just a fever. Worldwide the real estate prices have represented about 30-40% of the growth of the past few years, I gotta correct this.'
And the money decides it can buy a lot more houses than it previously thought. When money decides it can buy 30-40% more houses than it thought, a lot of shit follows.
The chain is too complex for me to describe, because it is still unravelling. There is so much unravelling that it may pause for a break. But basically that money is going to figure out what it thinks a Californian house is really worth in terms of...
Atlantic Salmon, Teak, Coffe Beans, Rice, Concrete, Wool, Beef, Apples, Pine Nuts, Pesto Genovese, Ravioli, Lemon Tarts, Pears, Mochi, Gyoza, Pork Buns, Sausage Rolls, BBQ Sauce, Bread, Sunglasses, Lead, Pine... etc.
It will figure out what everything is worth relative to everything else. But the Natural environment we must understand, cannot be beat. There is a physical law of money, like gravity that no matter what you think something is worth, will always be grounded in those fundamental human needs for survival - water, air, food, clothing, shelter. Not even the richest person can ever convince money that it is worth soooooo much that they don't have to worry about these fundamentals.
Money may (and has) indeed decided in the past that it was worth more than vast swathes of humans. That is called famine, something we sorely don't want to globalise.
Posted by ohminous_t at 4:35 AM 0 comments
I watched a TED video that posed the perplexing question that has indeed become the question of our times.
SURELY, when they only had one tree left on Easter Island, the Chieftan's knew that cutting it down was an unsustainable action. WHY the fuck would somebody push the very environment that sustains them, so OBVIOUSLY far beyond the sustainable threshold?
Or in other words,
SURELY, it couldn't go that far?
But I guess it does, and the dividing line is between hoping someone does the right thing and doing the right thing.
Or 'There are trees Elsewhere', look at Victoria, I could probably walk to Sydney in a month, pretty easily. I'd need a tent and some biscuits. But once upon a time, this was a gruelling, year long monstrosity of a journey, because between Sydney and Port Phillip Bay, was thick, unpunctuated bush, full of kangaroos to gore you, koala bears to drop on you, dingos to carry off your baby and Aboriginals so mysterious they legally didn't exist.
But now, it's just paddocks. Paddocks aportioned by squatters, sub divided and sold off to would-be farmers, that clearfelled all the bush, burnt it off and ended up with a monoculture of grass.
Each individual property owner didn't think 'hang on, if I cut down ALL my trees, and Ted cuts down ALL his trees, and Sue cuts down ALL her trees, and Graham cuts down ALL his trees...(several hours later) there won't be ANY trees left!!!' and thus each individual property owner, figured out how many trees they had to leave to ensure enough trees that if everybody followed the same pattern would leave enough trees for everyone.
Except they didn't. I mean they probably asked the question, but thought 'If Ted cuts down ALL his trees, and I DON'T, then Ted will have more grass for more cows and that cunt will be richer than me.' Not noticing that in pioneer days, you were so geographically isolated, there probably wasn't shit to spend money on, except aquiring more land to cut down trees on and plant cows.
Furthermore, perhaps pioneers also didn't understand where oxygen comes from, and thus can be forgiven for thinking trees largely value-less. They probably thought fresh air came from the bible or some shit.
But this is it, the prisoner's dilemma that drives us all into oblivion. An inability for anyone to do the right thing. So long as we are petty jealous, profit-maximising rational persons we are prisoners.
What is needed is to take a deep breath and say 'There are trees right HERE, and even though it may cost me money to keep them here on this patch of earth I control, what the fuck has money ever been good for? I mean REALLY? That new car? Feels like my old car. Those new shoes? They faded after a couple of weeks, I don't like them so much. That girl at the nightclub? She turned out to be a man. There may be trees elsewhere, but I don't trust those cunts to do the right thing. So THESE trees, THESE TREES RIGHT HERE, they can stay.'
Not 'There are plenty of fish in the sea' (one of the least sustainable industries) not 'There are trees elsewhere' (didn't stop the Easter Islanders from having to eat each other) and not 'That cunt is doing it so I have to look after me and mine' that's prisoner mentality.
Posted by ohminous_t at 8:45 PM 0 comments
Okay straight up, I'm going to paraphrase Bill Hicks (original review on 'Basic Instinct' another supposed controversial film):
"Don't get sucked in by the phoney hype surrounding this movie. Quick capsule review: 'Piece a shit!' That's all it was, is a piece of shit."
Posted by ohminous_t at 4:04 PM 0 comments
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