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Friday
Jun112010

Review: "Gold: The Once and Future Money"

Gold: The Once and Future Money Gold: The Once and Future Money by Nathan Lewis

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

An ambitious attempt to interpret all of economic history through the lens of gold, with the goal of establishing gold as the best available basis for money.

What have people used as money? What have rulers and governments tended to do to money? What comes into focus when you use gold as a reference source?

The main ideas here are that 1) gold is the people’s money (in the sense that people will always and have always found gold to be valuable and desirable); 2) gold keeps people, and especially rulers, honest; and 3) in a world of ever-shifting values, gold can be usefully used as a stable reference point.

Lewis tells the history of money generally, focuses in on the history of money in the U.S., then zeroes in on a survey of currency crises throughout the world. In its critiques of conventional economics, the gold-bug vision is surprisingly radical and trenchant -- very similar to, say, the Modern Monetary Theory (ie., hyper-Keynesian) view of things, though their proposed solutions differ by 180 degrees.

The book was twice as long as I needed it to be, but I was glad to have read it. Whether Lewis’ argument is right or wrong -- and how would I know? -- I found the book informative, challenging, and enlightening.

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Friday
Jun112010

Park Musings

Polly and I often take walks by the Hudson, down near Greenwich Village and further south, where New York City has been building a park for some years. Stretches of it are now complete, and it's possible to enjoy and marvel over what we've been given. It's a delicious location, and many of the plantings are beautiful. But some of the park's decorative features have caught my easily-annoyed eye.

Here's an example of one such:

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What on earth is that thing? And what is it doing there?

Though it looks like a jungle gym on acid, or maybe a bus shelter constructed by a team of schizophrenics, it isn't meant to be interacted with physically. It doesn't supply seating or shelter, and you aren't allowed to climb on it.

It isn't the only kooky jungle gym / dinosaur spine on display, by the way. Here's another one:

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I guess we're meant to take these things as ... what? Sculpture? Art? But do they make any sense as sculpture or art? Are there many people who would encounter one of these things and find them delightful or moving, let alone witty or meaningful? I can see how some might find them cheery ... But even in those terms, they strike me as akin to a smiley face. So maybe they're best understood as gigantic touches of "entertainment."

Next, and related, example: swoopiness. For no apparent reason the park's paths, plantings and lawns have been given this kind of shape:

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Noticing this feature, I react with a hearty "What the hell? What's that swoop doing there?" Even a fan of decoration and ornament (and I am one) can find this kind of completely random design touch perplexing.

Here's another example:

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Childish cheeriness, randomly applied, sez I.

Speaking of which, bear with me as I zero in on how the space defined by that swoop has been filled. It'll help bring my musings into focus.

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Randomly spaced, brightly-colored tiles ... Hmm, reminds me of nothing so much as the elementary school I attended ...

Hence my conclusion: The civic resource our city has given us is half a park, half a nursery school.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm glad the park is there. I'm a regular visitor myself, and it's apparent that the park works. Lots of people use and enjoy it -- it's a success. Architecture and planning are practical arts, much like cooking, and successes need to be acknowledged.

But perhaps it can also be noted that the designers behind these features (and the people who commissioned the designers) are treating us -- the public -- like children. We-the-public, in other words, are understood to be undignified, immature, easily-distracted creatures ever in need of regular blasts of meaningless invention, cheeriness, and whimsy. It's the park as packaged food; our new park is to traditional parks what Cocoa Puffs is to real food.

America, eh? Why don't more of us get upset about being treated like infantile idiots?


Thursday
Jun102010

Oakeshott Online

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I just turned up a scanned PDF of Michael Oakeshott's essay "On Being Conservative."

Don't be such an illiberal liberal that you turn your nose up because of the essay's title. Oakeshott was a sophisticated and brilliant guy as well as a great writer, and his case for conservatism is lots of fun to wrestle with. Why not challenge yourself? Who knows, you might even find yourself agreeing with a couple of his points. And wouldn't that be a kick in the pants?

Here's the Michael Oakeshott Association.


Monday
May312010

Book Club: "Voodoo, Ltd."

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Polly and I read Ross Thomas' droll, L.A.-set 1992 yarn -- part caper novel, part thriller, part shaggy dog story -- about a movie star, some hypnotists, multiple blackmail plots, and the team that's brought in to crack the case as our Book Club selection for May, 2010.

Polly: I wish Thomas had taken more care to deliver a couple of juicy big scenes, but basically it's a superfun, cynical and sophisticated read.

Ray: Not up with Thomas' very best, and I have to confess that I often have a hard time following Thomas' double-cross-heavy, baroque plotting -- does the book's plot really make sense? -- but it's still a dazzling and exuberant entertainment.

Bonus Links

  • There isn't a lot about Ross Thomas on the web, which is a shame. Let's hope he won't be forgotten just because he died before the web existed.
  • By far the best thing I could turn up online is this good Roger Simon reminiscence of Thomas, who was his friend
  • A short appreciation from Thrills Kills and Chills
  • Tony Hiss compares Thomas to Raymond Chandler, which strikes me as 'way off, but which is sweetly intended

Monday
May312010

Book Club: "Psycho"

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Polly and I read Robert Bloch's famous 1959 horror-thriller as our Book Club choice for April, 2010. Yes, this is the yarn that was the source for Alfred Hitchcock's movie, and it's quite amazing how much of the movie is already there in the book. The biggest difference between the two works is Norman Bates, who in the movie is played as a ticcy nervous nellie by the scrawny Anthony Perkins; in the book, Norman is a heavyset, slow-moving, anonymous schlump who wears thick eyeglasses.

Polly: Fabulous -- essential reading for any horror or thriller enthusiast.

Ray: Aside from its famously clunky plot-wrap-up chapter, ditto: What a performance.

Bonus Links

Friday
May072010

Linkage du Jour

  • Yet another good reason to enjoy your coffee.
  • For people who want to have a public online identity but who don't want to go to the trouble of running a fullscale website or blog, Flavors.me looks like an excellent service. Use it to create a one-page homepage -- basically a portal to all your other web activities. Here's a helpful TechCrunch review Here's a nice example of what the service enables you to create.
  • Elvis Presley didn't take the most romantic way out.
  • Here's a weird fate.
  • I don't know about you, but I'm definitely feeling rattled.
  • More about Newsweek's troubles: here and here.
  • Gameblog of the Day: Dave from Hawaii and Roissy commenter dragnet get down to some Game basics.

Thursday
May062010

Linkage du Jour

Wednesday
May052010

Crap Space 9

Another look at the many ways our developers and designers have come up with to create dead and unused spaces. A quick reminder: traditional spaces don't often go unloved. Trad piazzas, parks, public squares and verandas have, in many cases, delighted, attracted and served users for centuries. It took we moderns to come up with such a variety of repellant spaces.

Today's example is almost brand new -- a Greenwich Village patio atop a restaurant's roof, in a notch-like shape defined by two low-ish buildings that, for whatever reason, don't abut. Forgive the borders and the drop shadows in the visuals, by the way. I've been dicking around with a cute little photo editing program, and couldn't resist. Still, the orange circle may be useful.

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Does this empty wedge of space exist because zoning laws require it? Because the restaurant at ground level refused to sell air rights? Because the designer and developer behind the the metal-and-glass building on the left thought it would look cool? Beats me. In any case, you can see that the patio space is, by NYC standards, pretty large. You can also see that, despite the sunny spring day, and although someone has gone to the trouble of putting some chairs and a plant out, no one's using the patio. In fact, I've walked by this little gem dozens of times, at many different times and on many different kinds of days, and I've never seen anyone making use of this patio.

Why should this be the case? Perhaps it has to do with the fact that it's noisy. Only ten or so feet above the sidewalk, it can't give a person much protection. But maybe there's more to it than that. Let's take a closer look.

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The closeup helps illustrate my guess about why this patio is such a dud. Actually, two guesses. One is that the patio is featureless and abstract. There's something about blankness that puts most people off. As chic as emptiness might look, everyday people find pure geometry barren and bleak -- anything but welcoming and uncozy. The second reason I come up with has to do with the wall behind the chair and the plant. Hard to tell from my snapz, but it's made of metal -- dazzling, chilly, highly-reflective, unyielding and hugely unfriendly stuff. Sitting out there when the sun isn't out -- well, what would be the point? But sitting out there on a sunny day? It must be like sitting in a solar oven. Nice work, designers!

What's your hunch about what it is that makes this patio such a convincing piece of crap space? Click on the "Crap Space" tag below to marvel at other entries in this series.


Saturday
May012010

Review: "13 Bankers"

13 Bankers: The Wall Street Takeover and the Next Financial Meltdown 13 Bankers: The Wall Street Takeover and the Next Financial Meltdown by Simon Johnson

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Excellent look at the current financial crisis by journalists Simon Johnson and James Kwak, not that (despite their heroic efforts) Iโ€™ll ever be able to recall exactly what a โ€œCDOโ€ is.

Two notable strengths of the book: 1) They set the crisis in context, spelling out the history of the relationship between the financial industry and the government, and 2) They tell the story as the tale of the financial industry doing everything it can for decades to take over as much of the American economy as possible. (Seemed plausible to me.) Their conclusions: The financial industry and the government now work in collusion, and the country is now ruled by an oligarchy.

This isnโ€™t a trenchant, deep critique of the system, let alone anything that questions the roots of anything at all. Itโ€™s a pretty establishment performance -- but a smart and tough-minded one anyway. (Their main policy suggestion: Break up the too-big-to-fail banks.) As a fast, helpful, head-clearing snapshot of where we are now, itโ€™s first-class.

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Friday
Apr162010

Is PC Coming to an End?

I keep wondering about Political Correctness ... It's been such a feature of the landscape for so long now ... It's based so much on thought suppression, thought control and thought policing ... Well, given the internet, how much longer can it last?

I see a lot of contempo phenomena like Game, Tea Parties, secessionism, even Paleo eating (all of which may, or god knows may not, have some validity in their own terms) as rumblings -- as indicators that many people are starting to notice, think, feel and react for themselves, and are beginning to try to pick their own way through the mess.

 

Wednesday
Apr072010

Radio Shack Rebrands Itself

Going by a Radio Shack branch the other day I noticed that the chain is trying to get the public to think of it not as dowdy ol' Radio Shack but as something swinging and high-velocity instead. Here's photographic evidence, somewhat obscured by the fact that I recently fell in love with a tilt-shift effect.

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I find it kinda fun when people make up short-hand names for brands -- Chevy, for instance -- and when those names catch on. It seems like part of the chaotic fun of informal everyday life. But I find it mega-annoying when ad agencies try to get people to adopt pseudo-friendly shorthand names for brands, as though it happened all on its own. (Is there a name for this particular advertising ploy, by the way? Curses on it.) So, although I like Radio Shack and wish the business well, I guess I wish this particular campaign ill. Still: fun to take note of.

 

Monday
Apr052010

Deep Thoughts: Macroeconomics

The world will be fascinated to learn that I've come to be convinced that macroeconomics is a crock -- nothing more than lots of people making claims that really don't -- and can't -- stand up. Wannabe know-it-alls and "experts."

One thing I've always marveled about is how the macro crowd can claim to know much about the economy-in-general when so much of it doesn't play by rules they understand. An example is our lovely cleaning lady. She's an immigrant from Haiti who takes care of a lot of the apartments in our building, and as far as I know she's paid in cash by everyone. Does this get reported to anyone in any official capacity?

Another's an obvious example from the arts: how much parents help out their grown kids in the arts. Checks, cash, vacations, gifts, etc.

A third is a year-end ritual in NYC, the handing-out-of-the-Xmas-tips. In our modest case, this comes to over a grand: money to the postman, cash to the doormen and the building staff, etc. Does any of it get reported? (NYC's a huge lesson every day in how much of the economy happens in, shall we say, informal ways.)

Multiply all these examples of non-official, impossible-to-track economic transactions times a billion-zillion, and you've got an awful lot of slack/wiggle-room/uncertainty/unknowable-ness in the so-called macroeconomy. How to model this in any useful way? Granted, it might be a fun exercise to try to model it. But what kinds of exactitude-and-precision claims could ever be made for such a model? And doesn't chaos theory teach that, for many models, when your model's even a wee bit off, after a few iterations it might well lose its connection to reality completely?

And when (as the Austrians point out) every being in the economy has his own changing desires, whims, personality, consciousness and zaniness -- not a one of them is a molecule or a billiard ball -- and when (my contribution) people don't function economically just as individuals but also as families, bands of friends, buddies, clubs, etc ... I mean, good lord, who'd even think of generalizing (except in the most cautious, tentative way) about such a vast, shifting/morphing, organic mass of activity? Let alone asserting that there are hard and fast general rules that can always and everywhere be not just semi-useful but can also yield precise information and prescriptions?

Actually I'd think it'd be a lot of fun to go poking around in life trying to get to know some of these factors and elements -- to be a personal essayist-researcher looking into bits and pieces of the whole thing. That might be useful and would certainly be interesting. But I've gotten to the point where I wonder whether it's worthwhile thinking of -- let alone debating about -- some entity called "the macroeconomy." Putting a name to it like that leaves the impression that it can be nailed down in a general and useful way. I really can't see how it can be.

My own current way of picturing the question: There's a big general thing called Life (or maybe the Tao), and it's interesting to think about its economic aspect. But the economic aspect of the Tao is as multiple, slippery, overwhelming, bewildering and unpredictable In Its Very Nature as the Tao itself is.

Short version: "Macroeconomics" is one more symptom/expression of intellectual arrogance. It's a claim that people who just don't get it (yet who have ambitions to be seen as experts about it) like making. It's best ignored.


Saturday
Mar202010

Book Club: "The True Believer"

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As our Book Club selection for January 2010, Polly and I read Eric Hoffer's classic "The True Believer." In it, Hoffer describes and analyzes the "true believer" character type: a person who simply cannot manage without some cause to devote him/herself to.

Polly: Very brilliant, but I wish it was a little easier to read.

Ray: Though it's repetitive, a bit of a chore to get through, and maybe comes up short where the general question of "belief" goes, it certainly deserves its rep as the definitive word on its important subject.

Bonus Links


Saturday
Mar202010

Crap Space 8

Near Bleecker and E. 4th in New York's Greenwich Village is this peculiarity.

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Some designer, encouraged or at least permitted by his/her employer, thought it would be neat to interrupt the streetfront with a little triangle-shaped notch. Good lord, why? It provides nothing in the way of protection or shelter. It's featureless. And, in terms of what it accomplishes, it's worse than a zero. It mars an otherwise harmonious block and, when the wind is up, provides a space where leaves and garbage like to swirl. At its best, it's something people hurry through and hurry by -- a barren little geometric interruption in an otherwise beautiful, regular and ordered streetfront.

Don't get me started on how bad a patron of artchitecture New York University is ... More generally, though: Why is it that some of our largest institutions -- the government, our schools -- which commissioned some of our most dignified and beautiful structures, now sponsor some of our worst? What happened? And when?


Friday
Mar122010

Cueball

I decided to celebrate the arrival of spring by doing something I hadn't done since the '70s -- shaving all my head-hair off. Don't ask me what, by the way, "shaving all my head-hair off" and "celebrating spring" have to do with each other.

Frank, the great haircutter who's the only person I entrust with the job of making my daffy hair look presentable, soon got into the spirit of the adventure despite his good taste and common sense, amusing himself along the way by giving me a lopsided Mohawk.

The job was soon done and it was on to the superfun stage of surprising Polly. No photographic record of her reaction, sadly. I really need to become a more resourceful snapshooter.

Once we'd left the accusations-of-craziness and threats-of-divorce stages behind, off we went for a walk through the Village. Whoa: the sun was pounding on my scalp. Talk about an unfamiliar sensation.

Yet the chilly day was also taking its toll. I now had first-person insight into why so many skinheads favor the ski-caps-and-hoodies look.

So I'm now enjoying presenting a whole new Ray to the world.

I like to think of my new image as "a heterosexual version of Michel Foucault." Polly tells me I remind her more of "a graphic designer employed by Apple." I like the way that both of them imply "visionary, and unquestionably kinky."

The biggest surprise about doing a baldy? The fact that strangers don't find it bizarre. As far as they're concerned, you're just being yourself. Weird.


Friday
Jan222010

Book Club: "The Shark-Infested Custard"

As our Book Club selection for November 2009, Polly and I read Charles Willeford's Miami-set crime novel about four not-very-admirable swinger/bachelor buddies. Yes yes yes, we've fallen a little behind schedule. Wanna make something of it? Willeford wrote the book sometime in the 1970s; editors at the time found it "too depressing." It was finally published, five years after Willeford's death, in 1993.

Polly: "Wicked-smart and cynical -- I loved it!"

Ray: "A willful, oddball, sleazy joy."

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Tuesday
Jan052010

Book Club: "The Day of the Owl"


Polly and I read Leonardo Sciascia's 1961 Sicilian crime novel as our Book Club selection for October 2009. OK, so I'm a little late getting around to putting up this posting. In the 1950s and early '60s, the Mafia's existence in Sicily was firmly denied. Sciascia's novel is famous not just for affirming the Mafia's existence, but for demonstrating how Sicilian culture generally was entwined with the organization.

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Polly: "Important, I guess, but I didn't find it very involving."

Ray: "Impressive as a New York Review-style act of moral writerly courage, but not very involving as fiction."

Bonus Links


Wednesday
Dec302009

Roger Scruton on Beauty

In celebration of the fact that Roger Scruton's recent video essay about beauty for the BBC has shown up on YouTube, I'm passing it along. Scruton is a stuffy guy and a square, but he's also brilliant, eloquent, and enormously worth wrestling with. I don't know of anyone contemporary who makes the traditional case for the arts better than he does.















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Saturday
Dec122009

Media Threats

I was baffled when the following envelope arrived from The Kiplinger Letter:

Why? Because, although the envelope's pitch was talking to me as though I needed to renew, I'd never in fact never been a subscriber. So on what basis was it screaming at me that my last issue had arrived? And what was it hoping to accomplish?

The answer was revealed in the packet's contents:

In other words, if I've got this right, what the Kiplinger Letter's packet was saying to me was: Subscribe now, or we'll stop sending you free issues.

Conditions in the media business must be even more awful than I thought they were.


Saturday
Dec122009

Moi, Paleo Beast

You won't find me in this crowd

Because I’ve become fascinated by the Paleo/Primal/Evolutionary eating and fitness worlds, a few months ago I started doing some weightlifting.

Don’t be impressed, I’m talking baby stuff: beginning exercises with very modest weights. I’m very careful and cautious in my approach, because the few times in the past that I’ve tried pushing weights around I always managed to hurt myself well before I developed any kind of strength. And what’s the point of pain?

This time, though, I’m semi-enjoying weightlifting. In one sense I find it what I always found it to be: dumb, literal, and a little depressing. As an activity that’s immediately fun and rewarding, weightlifting (for me, of course) can’t compare to yoga or Gyrotonic, both of which have poetic and philosophical components and both of which leave me feeling tingly and cheerful.

Pushing weights around, by comparison, tiring one muscle group out and then the next ... It’s so damn methodical and unimaginative. After I’m done with my weights routine I feel plodding and a little stupid, and my spirit feels a little crushed.

All that said ... Now that I’ve persisted for a few months I’m starting to enjoy some payoffs too. Although I’m a long way from developing any real strength -- I suspect that I’m biochemically unable to achieve much of anything beyond modest toning -- let alone making any visible improvements in my looks, I notice that I’m standing a little straighter and taller, and that I occupy space a little more confidently and assertively than I’m usually prone to. Though my spirit isn’t soaring the way it does when I do yoga regularly, I’m nonetheless taking my time and finding myself able to drop into the moment semi at will.

And how lovely it is to manage a few everyday strength challenges more capably than I have in years. F’rinstance: I lug groceries around a little more easily. And I’ve experienced a huge improvement in my ability to get up and down -- onto and off of stairs, beds, and floors.

Kids: You have no idea what a challenge getting up and down starts to become in middle age.

Benefits -- I like ‘em. Maybe there’s something to be said for dumb, methodical and literal after all.