As someone who mostly dislikes other people who willy-nilly connect everything they put online to everywhere they put things online in a many-to-many idiopathic echo chamber, I ought to do a little less of that myself. Or at least be a little more mindful about what I am doing.
In some ways, this is just a continuation of the soul-searching that found an outlet in Putting my house in order: Phase 1. I achieved some of what I set out to do there, but not enough, and this latest bout of navel gazing was prompted by a silly exchange on micro.blog.
John Naughton's latest is about online search, and how essentially broken it remains. He's not wrong. At least, not about that. But in his parting shots -- What I'm reading -- he links to a post by a Facebook executive and adds a comment about a crack from H.L. Mencken.
Fine time, in part recovering from August and also on its own terms. A brief trip to Edinburgh that included one of the most memorable meals of my life. And on the home front, just enjoying the effect that a reasonably moist summer had on the terrace.
Horribly pretentious title, I know, and barely deserved as I will add almost nothing to these words from Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn.
the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being.
I freely confess that I have a thing about Malthus, and that thing is mostly to defend him from people with an extremely narrow view of time and a profound ignorance of biology. The sad truth is that economists, as a generalisation, manage to ring both bells at once.
So it is with The Economis...