2005 01 20
A world of magnets. Never thought about it before. The magic of magnets. Where can I magnetize myself? Stereo speakers. Computer monitors. The seal around a refrigerator door.
Tachymeter: scale used to measure units per hour on a watch. Commonly found on the bezels of chronographs, an event is timed by using the chronograph’s second hand. The hand is stopped when the even ends and the hand will point to the number of units per hour that could be achieved.
“Of course the people don’t war. After all its the leaders of the country who determine the policy. And its always a simple matter to drag the people along whether it’s a democracy, fascist dictatorship or a parliament or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice the people can always be brought to the bidding of leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked or denounce the pacifists for a lack of patriotism and exposing the country to greater danger.” -Hermann Goering, Nuremberg Trials
The old adage, spoken so fluently by men with or without a hip limp and always resting on a fold-out chair in front of their garage or a terrace. “It ain’t like it used to be.” This is applicable mostly in terms of value. “The ice cream used to cost a nickel,” or “when I was a kid…” something that has to be purchased, used to be certainly less than it is today. I have come to believe that the issue the man is confronting is not about the point-of-sale of any particular product but instead the point-behind-the-sale. What most interpret as a criticism of inflation or earnings is really a superficial attempt at (…) hard-talk truths. These truths are about the mechanics of the economy. And like anything mechanical it has to be maintained. Of course such detail as this regarding the fundemental machinery that enables our lives, is beyond the old-man on his porch or terrace or patio. And that is why when we here this remark, whether child or adult (about the ice cream) we let it pass like a breeze so unaware of its knowledge-seeking value. Who, in their right mind would even want to deal with the mechanics of this machine? At first glance it is a somewhat complex machine. But with a little effort, a little time, understanding it is attainable. Take for example the mechanics of an automobile. With a little effort we can easily figure out how it works—with or without knowing how all the motor works with its numerous moving parts or the brakes with its minimal amount of oil that decides, like 0s and 1s, on or off, if we stop or keep going. Just like that we can also understand how the economy works and try and figure out why the old-man on his fold-out chair can say such an important thing and no one quite gets it!
S’il vous plait. S’il vous plait.
“Information is only as valuable as its source.” -p.30 from D. Brown’s Angels & Demons.
People makng. The pleasure. Let them smoke but make it illegal for them to not heed the request: gotta smoke for me?
I will indulge. I must. It is the sake of survival that commands me. And is it that I must endure? The mundane dressed up in a Emperor cape of gold and diamond. And so… I have begun… reading Dan Brown’s novel “Angels & Demons, as mentioned before. Of course his work is well thought-out. The result of (…) effort. Yes, his work must be commended. But not for its literary value. Instead for its entertainment value. Commendable. I made it quickly to chapter ten. Punting. Abstaining from anything requiring input. But then it all halted as Brown proclaimed an assassins need for love is in a whore house (or something like that). Quckly Brown redeems himself in chapter 11. Ambegram. But he lost me again in chapter thirteen.