Our man in Chicago turned me on to Charlie Stross. Little did I
know, Stross' writings have become something of a sensation in the
academic world.
One of the first blogs I read was Crooked
Timber. I think it was our man in Chicago who showed me the
way there, IIRC.
Anyway, Crooked Timber has a
href="http://crookedtimber.org/2009/01/27/charles-stross-book-event/">new
Crooked Timber book event, about Stross' books. There are
essays by the famous bloggers Paul Krugman and Brad DeLong, et alia.
Starting off with a heavy hitter, we've got href="http://www.henryfarrell.net/stross/2008/09/ct_stross_on_development_econo.html">Paul
Krugman writing on The Merchant Princes, considered as a
thought experiment in development economics... href="http://www.henryfarrell.net/stross/2008/11/i_feel_an_attack_of_constituti_1.html">Brad
DeLong
riffs off Ken's reference to Asimov's Three Laws to discuss the
constitutional status of robotic ex-slaves and that less concrete but
more powerful form of artificial/fictive humanity, the corporation.
As Krugman says, "let me say that they are, first and foremost, great
fun."
And to think, people used to say I was nerdy for reading science
fiction. Peculiar irony, that.
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Pitty we can not put the three Asimov robotic laws into criminals and stop them from repeating crimes.
Vaid kaks päeva pärast seda päeva kallal valitsuse kava. :( Siis külge tagasi töötuse järjekorda järgmisel nädalal. Kolmteist nädala teevad tööd ja ainult saada 45 protsenti miinimumpalgast seda ja valitsus küsib, miks süsteem ei ole populaarne! Kui ma olin makstakse miinimumpalka oleksin nautisin seda enam ja oli raha kogunenud.
You actually managed to truly emphasize the key aspects that ultimately matter, great article.
Employers, employees and manufactures of equipment or supplies are responsible in some way for health and safety.
An elderly couple were having dinner one evening when the husband reached across the table, took his wifeâs hand in his and said , âClara, soon we
will be married 50 years and thereâs something I have to know. In all of these 50 years, have you ever been unfaithful to me?â
Clara replied, âWell, Paul, I have to be honest with you. Yes, Iâve been unfaithful to you three times during these 50 years, but always for a good reason.â
Paul was obviously hurt by his wifeâs confession, but said, âI never suspected. Can you tell me what you mean by âgood reasons?â
Clara said, âThe first time was shortly after we were married, and we were about to lose our little house because we couldnât pay the mortgage. Do you remember that one evening I went to see the banker and the next day he notified you that the loan would be extended?â
Paul recalled the visit to the banker and said, âI can forgive you for that. You saved our home, but what about the second time?â
Clara asked, âAnd do you remember when you were so sick, but we didnât have the money to pay for the heart surgery you needed? Well, I went to see your doctor one night and, if you recall, he did the surgery at no charge.â
âI recall that,â said Paul. âAnd you did it to save my life, so of course I can forgive you for that. Now tell me about the third time.â
âAll right,â Clara said. âSo do you remember when you ran for president of your golf club, and you needed 73 more votes?â
Doctor Dave had slept with one of his patients and felt guilty all day long.
No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he couldn't.
The guilt and sense of betrayal was overwhelming. But every once in a while he'd hear an internal, reassuring voice that said:
"Dave, don't worry about it. You aren't the first doctor to sleep with one of their patients and you won't be the last. And you're single. Just let it go.."
But invariably the other voice would bring him back to reality, whispering:
"Dave you're a vet."
Yes, very deep.
Yse very good i'm sure, but it all sounds a little bit to deep for me. And I suspect, YOU.
Yes, you have written a blog there my friend, but there's just one thing, shouldn't your story have a point.
Reading this discerning little tale made me feel like I'm being pickled in ale.
I was willing you on and you came good, for you won the day and that's understood.
Joe fell asleep after spending all day in the bar, he was pretty drunk by that time. The only problem was he fell asleep in a tattoo parlour! When he awoke his body was covered in tattoos! That's art for you!
I like your style of writing it is....different!