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I’m self-taught in economics. As in almost every other thing I’ve learned. Some of them through hardship. If you disagree with this opinion piece, I welcome discussion. Discussion implies bringing forth facts, opinions and ideas in a respectful way. I must say that arguing with Putin’s apologists, and hateful incels these last few weeks, has made me leery of sending out such an invitation. I’m sure you will understand. Calling me names may make you feel better, but it’s not the way to change my mind. Just sayin’
To which I thought, “Uhhhh, nope.”
Hope just ain’t enough.
I am not such a nice man as Mr Echt. I’m a hard-boiled old f**er who happens to believe that elected officials and nominated ones should do what they’re assigned to. And bear responsibility for their actions.
For having lived through that period from 1970 to the early 80s, I witnessed all those financial upheavals. And believe me they were upheavals.
Continuously so. A veritable leecher of hope, this continuity of upheavals, in spite of multiple unsuccessful attempts to tame inflation. Sort of like those dementors JK Rowling invented (much scarier in the books than on film BTW). I kid you not. In those days, we just foresaw a life of continuously chasing after our purchasing power. For the coming years. For the coming decades. For the coming life. And the best way to do so (chase after our purchasing power — can’t say we were demanding or expecting…
Making dough is one of the most mathematical things you can do in the kitchen, far beyond measuring out ingredients. As you fold and compress dough you are carrying out topological deformations. The…
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Faros de nuestra agua mas turbia, les escribo este otoño insistente, cayendo otra vez con mis hojas en el sopor maternal de su espiral blanco. El amarillo y el ocre reinciden conmigo en esta culpa…