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Hitchens was an incredible talker, and he knew a lot about Orwell. Not my best interview—I was just starting back then—but Milton was in incredible form for being 94 years old. Shortly after the interview, he sent me an Excel spreadsheet to back up some of the claims that he had made. REIT: Are there any newly emerging topics in the world of economics that you think will receive greater general interest from the public going forward? Roberts : Two topics that seem important are the rise of the robots—smart machines that can do a lot of things people can do, but more cheaply and perhaps more effectively.
Smart machines will make life a lot easier for many of us, but a lot of people are worried about whether some people will be left behind without any skills that are valued in the workplace. Another important topic is the sharing economy—people using their cars, their houses and other resources and renting them to strangers, making both parties better off, the world of Uber, Lyft and AirBnb. He hosts the weekly podcast EconTalk, consisting of hour-long conversations with authors, economists and business leaders.
EconTalk was named podcast of the year in the Weblog Awards. Skip to main content. We could all use a little of that Smith. Read More News About: Capital markets. Capital Markets. So you're admitting that you haven't read this book, yet you're eager to accuse the author and review of racism. And you claim this mess was caused by free markets. It is usually not appropriate to make wide generalizations about people based on comments on the internet, but I will make one here:. The book is about contrasts. Old vs young, woman vs male, and here American vs non-American American being the "typical American" way of refering to "Citizen of the United States of America".
The book could have had a female foreign teacher in say Egypt for a setting you don't often see and an American male athletic student going there, except then learning the lessons of "American capitalism" aren't quite the same. Also some would intepret the book as "How stupid average Americans are" not "learning first-hand economic lessons". The professor could have been an African American and the white student could have come from Australia, but that would spur "Why are you making fun of Australia?
We have a more stable economy than you guys do now" from someone. Cuba represents one of the few non-capitalistic countries still around. That's all, another contrast in lifestyles.
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If he made it about an Irish immigrant, it would be someone else. Sorry you drew the short straw here. The pencil bit comes from an essay called "I, Pencil," which demonstrates how dependent we are on trade with the rest of the world. It's a wonderful essay. You should read it. Did Thoreau fell and cut the trees, mine the brass and graphite, collect the rubber sap for the eraser, etc.? In general: So basically this is a bad-plot, poorly-characterized, stilted piece of propaganda? If it was about the power of communism we'd probably laugh it off. Give me a reason to calm down and maybe I will.
Being dismissive is not much of an argument. Intellectual debate generally requires discussing the merits of an argument as opposed to ad hoc attacks. By the way, I'm sure you assumed I am a person of color, but I am very much white, so don't try veiled attempts at painting me as the "angry dark man". By the way, that pencil bit is ridiculous. By that logic, no single person knows entirely about anything. What a crock. I didn't see where anyone even vaguely implied that you were any particular color, white or otherwise.
A woman was screaming in Spanish. In one hand she held a jar of baby food. With her other hand she held a baby on her hip. Both items looked dangerous to the cashier, who had her hands up in defense and whose entreaties in English were getting nowhere.
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Then, the woman stopped yelling and burst into tears. The checker stood there mutely, trying to figure out what to do. The woman stopped crying. Then the baby stopped crying. The checker smiled, hoping that the impasse was over.
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How could she have known that Big Box would gouge her with doubled prices? When the cashier had suggested that she do without some of the items, the woman had gone berserk. How could she not bring home food and diapers for her children? At first the woman refused to accept the money. But Ramon kept talking quietly to her and finally, she took the money and finished checking out. Ramon told Amy to check out without him. He stayed with the Mexican woman, talking all the while.
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When Amy got outside, she found Ramon up on the stacked bags of mulch in front of the store. Next to him was the Mexican woman with her baby. He looked as if he wanted to run away. But Ramon was using the megaphone that belonged to Big Box. The employee felt he ought to stay close to company property. The crowd had grown a lot larger and a lot quieter.
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Seeing Ramon Fernandez up on a mulch mountain with a megaphone at one in the morning made people stop to see what was going on. What kind of store decides to profit off of hungry children and a caring mother? We need to send a message to Omaha! The crowd roared back its approval. He looked as relaxed and natural as he did on a tennis court. Ramon went on for a while and got the crowd good and angry. But he had a different plan.
Instead, he lowered his voice and slowed his cadence. He spoke about the desperation of poverty and the need to restrain corporate power. The people in the crowd looked up at him, transfixed. When he was done, they applauded and started filling out the complaint cards. Some say he was the greatest baseball player, ever, period, full stop, no qualifiers. In the stories the mother tells, Jose Fernandez always wins the game with a home run or a diving catch or a throw to the plate from center field on a line that was as straight as a dart or an arrow or a gunshot or a frozen rope. The crowd chants his name over and over until he emerges from the dugout and tips his hat.
All of the stories she tells are true. Her father was an accountant for the national team and as a girl of fifteen, she saw her future husband for the first time when he went four for five and went to the wall with perfect timing and turned a home run into an out. He was twenty-one and already a man among boys. In his prime, even past his prime, men approach Jose Fernandez with promises of riches waiting for him in America if only he will come to the Yankees or the Reds or the Dodgers.
They tell him of his teammates who have left and how they live—the good American life with a big house and a fancy car and anything else the heart or head desires. But he stays. He retires holding every significant batting record in Cuban baseball. Castro makes him an ambassador for the game on the streets of the capital and in the small towns.
Only Castro can draw a larger crowd on a stroll through the streets. When Ramon is born, there are celebrations throughout the island. When the baby comes home from the hospital, Castro comes to the house. There is a picture in the paper of Castro holding the infant, beaming. In the middle of the room, ziggurats of books soared up from a large library table.
Every decade or so, to the amusement and teasing of her colleagues, Ruth cleared off her desk and the table in the center of the office. One September, years ago, shortly after she had done a summer cleaning and the office was fairly tidy, Ruth found a student sitting at the table reading, sipping a cup of coffee. She recognized him as one of the new graduate students.
She sat down behind the desk and waited for him to introduce himself, to tell her why he was there.
But minutes passed in silence, Ruth waiting, the student reading. Finally Ruth asked if she could help him. It turned out that he had thought her office was the departmental library. It became a famous story in the department, but the story was more than a tribute to the number of books Ruth owned and the peculiar habits of first-year graduate students. Ruth had actually read most of the books and even remembered most of what was in them. So in the pre-Internet age, asking Ruth to find a quote or a fact was the closest you could get to Google.
This was one of those years when the table was covered with books, the desk was covered with books, there were even books piled on the floor, a cityscape of books, a skyline towering everywhere. Ruth sat at the desk, embraced by her library, preparing for her first lecture of the spring quarter. Her mind kept wandering as she thought about how strange it was to be teaching her last economics course. She had been at the university for over forty years. Most of the time, she had been a professor of economics, doing research in American economic history. In the middle of her career, she had made a conscious decision to be more of a teacher than a scholar.
In many economics departments, there is one exceptional teacher who teaches the large introductory classes to hundreds of students each year. Ruth was that teacher. Late in her career, she had become provost. She really had no time for teaching, but she insisted on doing it anyway, one class a year, a senior seminar limited to twenty students.
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She planned to retire in the fall, so this was her last class. Entering the classroom, she took the seat nearest the blackboard at the head of the massive oak table that took up most of the room, and introduced herself. Then she took a pencil, a newly sharpened Dixon Ticonderoga 2, out of her briefcase and put it down on the table in front of her. Ruth let the statement sit there.