If I were an optimist, I'd say that this heralds a new age where Europe moves away from the Anglo partnership towards a more humane and reasonable form of social democratic capitalism, leaving the Anglos to stew in their own corrosive neoliberal clusterfuck. But then again, I'm not an optimist.
Here, then, is the problem with [The Economist]: readers are consistently given the impression, regardless of whether it is true, that unrestricted free market capitalism is a Thoroughly Good Thing, and that sensible and pragmatic British intellectuals have vouched for this position ... Because its writers will bend the truth in order to defend capitalism, you can’t actually trust what you read in The Economist. And since journalism you can’t trust is worthless, The Economist is worthless ... it will play on your insecurity as a [reader] to convince you that all intelligent people believe that the human misery created in “economically free” societies is necessary and just. It will give intellectual cover to barbarous crimes, and its authors won’t even have the guts to sign their names to their work. Instead, they will pretend to be the disembodied voice of God, whispering in your ear that you’ll never impress England until you fully deregulate capitalism.
Reykjavík hefur lengi verið fórnarlamb gegndarlausra skemmdarverka. Skipulagsleysi, græðgi, smekkleysi, heimska og skammsýni hefur ráðið för við uppbyggingu borgarinnar svo áratugum skiptir. Nú er skaðinn orðinn svo mikill að ekki verður aftur snúið.
Ég mun framvegis sleppa því að væla yfir borgarskipulagi og þeim hryðjuverkum sem eru nú í gangi við Lækjargötuna. Þetta verða mín síðustu bitru skrif um þessi málefni. Fegurð og siðmenning töpuðu. Módernistar, Excel-peningaplokkarar og smekkleysingjar sigruðu. Og þeir sigruðu fyrir löngu síðan.
Rífum bara Grjótaþorpið og reisum annað Korputorg. Leggjum fjögurra akreina stofnæð í gegnum Þingholtin. Byggjum tuttugu hæða Smáraturn í Vesturbænum fyrir endurskoðendur og lögmenn. Stýrimannahverfið gæti svo orðið veglegt bílastæðaplan fyrir Garðbæinga á leiðinni í Costco.
Totalitarian governments typically don't like sexy music. Too much fun, too transgressive. Sombre folksy stuff is usually more to their liking, Soviet and Nazi alike.
Alfred Rosenberg's declining influence in the cultural sphere during the mid-1930s could not rescue the most excoriated and most defamed form of music under the Third Reich, namely jazz. Regarded by the Nazis as degenerate, foreign to German musical identity, associated with all kinds of decadence, and produced by racially inferior Jews, jazz, swing and other forms of popular music were stamped on as soon as the Nazis came to power. Foreign jazz musicians left or were expelled, and in 1935 German popular musicians were banned from using the foreign pseudonyms that had been so fashionable under the Weimar Republic. Jazz clubs, tolerated to a degree in the first year or so of the regime, began to be raided more frequently, and by larger numbers of agents from the Gestapo and the Reich Music Chamber, who intimidated the musicians by calling to see the papers that certified their membership of the Chamber, and by confiscating their scores if they were playing music by blacklisted Jewish composers such as Irving Berlin. Tight control over radio broadcasts made sure that light music did not swing too much, and the newspapers announced with a fanfare of publicity that `Nigger music' had been banned from the air-waves altogether. Brownshirts patrolled summer beaches frequented by young people with portable wind-up gramophones and kicked their fragile shellac jazz records to smithereens. Classical composers whose music made use of jazz rhythms, such as the young Karl Amadeus Hartmann, found their music totally pro-scribed ... [However,] imported jazz records could always be purchased discreetly from back-street shops, while even Goebbels was conscious enough of the popularity of jazz and swing to allow some to reach the air-waves in late-night broadcasts. And if it could not be heard on German radio stations, then jazz could always be found on Radio Luxemburg, where, Goebbels feared, listeners would turn also for political news.
Það þarf einfaldlega að taka erfiða ákvörðun varðandi íslenska tungu. Ætlum við að halda henni í menningu okkar, menntakerfi og stjórnsýslu, eða ekki?
Ef við ætlum að halda henni þá þarf mjög augljóslega að setja um það bil milljarð í að kaupa mikilvægustu gagnasöfnin [sem eru merkilega nokk í einkaeigu] og smíða hugbúnað sem gerir íslensku gjaldgenga á stafrænum vettvangi. Vinnan við þetta þarf að hefjast sem fyrst. Eiríkur Rögnvaldsson hefur verið duglegur að vekja athygli á þessu og á þakkir skilið fyrir það.
Ég gæti komið með rómantísk rök um sögulegt mikilvægi og fegurð íslenskunnar, en algjörlega óháð því þá viljum við klárlega ekki að íslensk stjórnsýsla og opinber samskipti detti aftur úr því sem tíðkast annars staðar sökum skorts á tungumálatækni. Þetta eru pragmatísk rök sem meira að segja menningarsnauður Excel-skjala-frjálshyggjumaður gæti fallist á.
This may quite possibly be the Platonic form of "an Economist article". The blinkered perspective of our anonymous author is just laughable.
A curious fact about America is that, while its government has gradually slid into gridlock and ill-repute, its companies have become more globally dominant than at any point, probably, in history.
Curious indeed. Of course this couldn't possibly be a symptom of the gradual Western neoliberal transfer of power to the financial and business class over the past 30 years. No, that would be unthinkable.
Sometimes I'm just completely blown away by the conceptual simplicity and elegance of Unix. No wonder it has lasted for over 40 years.