Archive of ‘Hmmm…’ category

On the american economy crisis

Some Scotch-fueled wisdom

At that point I took a time out from my internal rant and thought to
myself, what if I wanted to be a GP? Would I stick myself in this
losers hall and be just another GP who pressed the eject button and
landed safely with a golden parachute? (rant clearly continued) But
what if the fund is more nimble than a rigid one-investment-thesis type
fund? Centuries of thinking have yielded what is analogous to a child’s
epiphany: rational investors should seek the highest return on their
proverbial dollar. In light of this morsel of wisdom, why have we seen
the lines thicken between activity-governed funds? Why aren’t we seeing
more of the ‘We’ll put your cash in the highest yielding segment’ kind
of fund? Is it because people jump on the bandwagon of short-term hot
returns? Or is it because the financially naïve care more about
positive news headlines whilst contributing to financial bubbles? Just
as that notion flashed through my battered brain, I realized that I
could no longer keep a cogent thought nor an eyeball on that bird…

Analysts,
economists, actuaries, Oprah, and Dr Phil will go on about this crisis
for the better part of this decade. Many conclusions will be drawn…but
the obvious will not be stated. Fear not, for I will always give you
the only correct conclusion: people are fuckin morons, never
underestimate the collective idiocy of people in large groups.

Protect Sexworkers from Violence Day

Yes, it's a real thing, and it was 10 days ago and its the 5th it is celebrated (is that the right word?) in Toronto. The Sexworkers rights activist behind it are accusing the Police for not caring about dead prostitutes and are blaming GTA-yes, the videogame- for encouraging the subculture of robbing and calling them. Ok, their right, and while I am against the egotistical notion of naming a day after one's cause, I don't think Prostitutes should be hurt or killed, so bully for them. I just have one question from this article, and it concerns one quote:

According to Kuzyk, a semi-retired sex worker who has been championing
the rights of prostitutes for years, there is a stigma of sex workers
in society that makes it difficult, if not impossible, to change the
way violence against sex workers is handled.

Ok, how can you be a semi-retired sex worker exactly? What the hell does that mean? You are retired 5 days a week or something, but you are open for business on the weekend? Does anybody know?

Happy Waqfah and Eid everyone

I was gonna attempt translating the word waqfah, but Happy Erection day just didn't sound right.

Either way, hope everyone enjoys their ritual sacrifice tomorrow.Not a good time to be a sheep, I must say. May God accept your offerings and bless you and all this good stuff. 

I can't believe I will have to have sheep meat for breakfast tomorrow. But that's Eid for you. Sheep all day. I just feel bad for the ones I see on the streets. Do you think they know that come sunrise tomorrow, they will get slaughterd and eaten? They probably feel really happy about all the extra food they have been receiving this past month by their owners, not knowing that it's in order for them to fetch a higher price by kilogram, and then get their head chopped off.

Hmmph… 

We are a mean mean species!

Sexy vs. Smart

A leading Femenist sees a worrying trend in today's girls:

'The overwhelming lesson teenagers are now learning from the world
around them is that being "sexy" is the ultimate accolade, trumping
intelligence, character and all other accomplishments at every stage of
a woman's life,' said Liebau, a political analyst and the review's
first female managing editor. 'The new female imperative is that it is
only through promiscuity and sexual aggression that girls can achieve
admiration and recognition.' She cites films such as Cruel Intentions
and Mean Girls, the music and videos of Britney Spears, Christina
Aguilera and Lil' Kim, and advertisements such as the dominatrix-themed
campaign for the teenage fashion house bebe, featuring Mischa Barton.
'In a culture that celebrates Paris Hilton, thong underwear and songs
like "My Humps" – where the female singer expounds the sexual magnetism
of her breasts and buttocks – there's scant recognition or respect for
female modesty or achievement that isn't coupled with sex appeal,' she
adds.

What do they expect? It's the Sex and the City Generation. Hell, the smartest one on that show ended up with the shittiest life, while the sluttiest and sexiest one ended up with a really good looking younger lover/male model. What does that tell you if you are a young girl watching? In Today's culture, Intelligence is underrated, especially amongst women. I can't count the number of girls I know, really smart ones too, who seem to think that it's not necessary to read, or to sound intelligent, compared to like loosing those last  few pounds. And god knows the men aren't off the hook either. It's not like we encourage them to achieve their potential or anything. The Majority just want someone that's hot, stupid and eager to please in bed. So we end up with underachieving smart women, oversexed stupid men and a population that will get dumber by the minute. Maybe we are not that far off to the world of Idiocracy . We all seem to be heading that way anyway!

The inevtiable conclusion to Teddy Mo

In response to the latest ruling ..Dan Savage..the known gay sex-columnist…ehh…mouthes off:

Gee, sentenced to be deported. You’re really twisting the ol’ knife there, Sudan.
No doubt after being arrested on a bullshit blasphemy charge,
threatened with forty lashes and six months in prison, and then packed
off to a prison for two weeks where she’s likely to encounter physical
violence and may just contract malaria—I’m sure after enduring all that, Sudan, remaining in your shithole country was Gibbons’ fondest wish.

This whole mess cries out for a Teddy Roosevelt. Enough with the
“expressions of displeasure” from the diplomats. Someone in the British
government needs to deliver a “Perdicaris alive or Raisuli dead!” speech on Gibbons’ behalf. And mean it.

Before I go home tonight I’m going to pop across the street to the
new Crypt, buy myself a buttplug, and name the fucking thing Mohammed.

Understanding Suicide-bombing through Halo 3

An interesting perspective:

Whenever I find myself under attack by a wildly superior player, I
stop trying to duck and avoid their fire. Instead, I turn around and
run straight at them. I know that by doing so, I'm only making it
easier for them to shoot me — and thus I'm marching straight into the
jaws of death. Indeed, I can usually see my health meter rapidly
shrinking to zero.

But at the last second, before I die, I'll whip out a sticky plasma
grenade — and throw it at them. Because I've run up so close, I almost
always hit my opponent successfully. I'll die — but he'll die too, a
few seconds later when the grenade goes off. (When you pull off the
trick, the game pops up a little dialog box noting that you killed
someone "from beyond the grave.")

It was after pulling this maneuver a couple of dozen times that it
suddenly hit me: I had, quite unconsciously, adopted the tactics of a
suicide bomber — or a kamikaze pilot.

It's not just that I'm willing to sacrifice my life to kill someone
else. It's that I'm exploiting the psychology of asymmetrical warfare.

Because after all, the really elite Halo players don't want
to die. If they die too often, they won't win the round, and if they
don't win the round, they won't advance up the Xbox Live rankings. And
for the elite players, it's all about bragging rights.

I, however, have a completely different psychology. I know I'm the underdog; I know I'm probably going to get killed anyway. I am never going to advance up the Halo 3 rankings, because in the political economy of Halo, I'm poor.

Specifically, I'm poor in time. The best players have
dozens of free hours a week to hone their talents, and I don't have
that luxury. This changes the relative meaning of death for the two of
us. For me, dying will not penalize me in the way it penalizes them,
because I have almost no chance of improving my state. I might as well
take people down with me.

Or to put it another way: The structure of Xbox Live creates a world
composed of two classes — haves and have-nots. And, just as in the
real world, some of the disgruntled have-nots are all too willing to
toss their lives away — just for the satisfaction of momentarily
halting the progress of the haves. Since the game instantly resurrects
me, I have no real dread of death in Halo 3.

But before you get all outraged.. 

I do not mean, of course, to trivialize the ghastly, horrific impact
of real-life suicide bombing. Nor do I mean to gloss over the
incredible complexity of the real-life personal, geopolitical and
spiritual reasons why suicide bombers are willing to kill themselves.
These are all impossibly more nuanced and perverse than what's
happening inside a trifling, low-stakes videogame.

But the fact remains that something quite interesting happened to me because of Halo.
Even though I've read scores of articles, white papers and books on the
psychology of terrorists in recent years, and even though I have (I
think) a strong intellectual grasp of the roots of suicide terrorism,
something about playing the game gave me an "aha" moment that I'd never
had before: an ability to feel, in whatever tiny fashion, the strategic logic and emotional calculus behind the act.

I get what he is talking about. Do you? 

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