Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Nash Taylor, Indie Economist.

"Life imitates art far more than art imitates life" (Oscar Wilde, "The Decay of Lying - An Observation")

I'd bet you've met someone similar. Usually young, seemingly exuding self-confidence, hugely ambitious and with an ego to match; their aspirations, however, always seem to wildly exceed their capabilities. You know, too much bubble for so little bubble-gum.

But let's leave aside young post-modern macro economists, slash philosophers, slash journalists, slash writers. Enter Nash Taylor, the fictional "lead singer of Sydney indie outfit Boy-Crazy Stacey":
"For years now he's worked hard at emulating his rock heroes - he learned the licks, developed a swagger and pulled on the ridiculously tight jeans. But for all his attempts to look like someone who just doesn't give a damn, he's self-conscious, anxious and a raging control freak. In short, he's a nerd with a cool haircut."
Written by Josh Mapleston, who also played the role of Nash, the 2010 TV comedy / drama miniseries I Rock had a short and not particularly distinguished life. That was unfortunate, as the series, ironically a bit of an indie project itself, had an excellent premise (and one viewers will recognize quickly) and Mapleston and the cast performed more than adequately.

All in all, a very decent first attempt.

Here is a short video interview with Mapleston:

The show is freely available, for a limited time, on ABC's iView website.
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"For Nash, nothing is ever his fault, especially not the total obscurity that plagues his band. He's not sure what the problem is - is it his bandmates? The booking agents? The idiots at the radio stations? What he doesn't realise is that it's not really any of those things. Nash's biggest problem is himself."

Wednesday, 27 November 2013

What a Difference a Day Makes.



November 26. John Aziz warns us: "humanity is engaged in an epic battle against fast-adapting and merciless predators" (Link)


"Why the post-antibiotic world is the real-life version of the zombie apocalypse
"The perverse economics of the antibiotics industry means the human race could be in trouble"

So, there you have it: markets are perversely ushering in a post-apocalyptic, post-antibiotic world.

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24 little hours later…

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November 27. John Aziz, always the creative soul, channels Ronald Reagan's ghost against Pope Paco (or Pancho or Chico, for Latin American readers):

"Hey, Pope Francis: Markets are the solution, not the problem
"Capitalism gets a bad rap from the new pontiff"

After Subjectivism (the very most bestest idea ever in economics, bar none), Aziz says, the markets are, like, mega-awesomeness embodied:
"This doesn't mean that markets are perfect systems, or that they are the end of history. But the historical record suggests that states charged with vigilance for the common good should establish market economies." (Link)



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So, let me quote my own notable: Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot-Bang-Query-Bang-Query.

Thursday, 3 October 2013

The Michael Jackson Strategy.

"Keep your distance, Chewie, but don't look like you are keeping your distance". Han Solo to Chewbacca.

Consider this situation: blacks and other ethnic/religious minorities are discriminated against in mostly white European/North American countries. For some reason, white people in these countries feel a deep, automatic and irrational aversion towards people who look differently.

If you faced that problem, what should you do?

Simple! Bleach your skin and hair, go to a plastic surgeon; dress like everybody else. All this should make you look less different, and, hence, more acceptable.

In other words, you do like Michael Jackson did: you give up being black and become white.

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Although this may be just wishful thinking, I hope most readers would find the previous suggestion lies somewhere between the "obviously ridiculous" end, and the "just plain offensive" end: after all, if one's mere existence disgusts someone else, surely, the solution cannot be to change one's appearance or habits?

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In a way, something similar happens to Marxists. I'm sure the reader has witnessed this: someone mentions the words "Marx", "Marxism", "socialism"; in an almost Pavlovian reaction, all sorts of disparaging comments pop up: the bell sounds and the dogs start barking.

So, what should socialists do?

For one, there is the democratic solution: to defend, argue and reason one's position, hoping -- perhaps against all hope -- that someone will believe the truth. It's not an easy solution. In fact, it sucks: it requires patience, courage and dignity; it's hard, it's tiresome and, at times, maddening. And, in spite of all your efforts, you may still fail. But that's how democracy is supposed to work.

Is there another solution? I can see none; but then, maybe I'm not clever enough.

Some disagree. There is an easier solution, they say, and propose this:
"However the fact of the matter is that Marxism, like Anarchism and even Socialism, are tainted words in the minds of the electorate. Those terms will have to be abandoned.
"A clear win for the PR machine of Corporatism indeed, but that's the dirty fight we are in."
(Neil Wilson, see comments here)

So, no, according to Wilson, you don't need to defend your position. You don't argue or reason, either. You just shut up. This much is clear: that's a much easier task.

In the spirit of Han Solo's quote, deep inside you could even remain a socialist; the only thing required is not to look like one.

Above all, you don't use those "tainted" words, ever; never mind that by doing so you proclaim victorious "the PR machine of Corporatism".

In other words, you follow the Michael Jackson strategy: you accept and internalize repression and play by its rules. You give up looking black and try to look white; not out of being ashamed of being black, but to bamboozle the racists into accepting you.

Likewise, as a socialist (indeed, a cryto-socialist), you give up even the word "socialism"; but you do this for a higher purpose: to lay the foundations of socialism.

Ingenious, isn't it? (!?).

And you pray you fool those around you, because, hey, that worked out very well with Michael. And you become a mainstream politician, the kind who lies and makes of the word democracy a bad joke. 

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It's a sad day when cowardice, madness and self-inflicted repression is seen as wisdom and realism.