Monday | 25 November 2013 | 11:18 AM 
Four Fallacies of the Second Great Depression by Robert Skidelsky
Esteemed economist Robert Skidelsky debunks 4 fallacies extolled by proponents the current economic consensus.
* Lesson of the thrifty Swabian Housewife
* The government cannot spend money it does not have
* The national debt is deferred taxation
* The national debt is a burden on future generations
And a classic Skidelsky quote to close.
"We can learn from the experience of the 1930’s. A rising tide lifts all boats; a receding one ignites a Hobbesian war of each against all."
Wednesday | 20 November 2013 | 03:16 PM
Left: Diego Velázquez, Portrait of Innocent X, 1650
Right: Francis Bacon, Study after Velázquez's Portrait of Pope Innocent X, 1953
Wednesday | 20 November 2013 | 12:34 PM
Metropolis Algorithm for Monte Carlo
Simplex Method for Linear Programming
Krylov Subspace Iteration Methods
The Decompositional Approach to Matrix Computations
The Fortran Optimizing Compiler
QR Algorithm for Computing Eigenvalues
Quicksort Algorithm for Sorting
Fast Fourier Transform
Integer Relation Detection
Fast Multipole Method
** Together and Alone, Closing the Prime Gap
"On May 13, an obscure mathematician — one whose talents had gone so unrecognized that he had worked at a Subway restaurant to make ends meet — garnered worldwide attention and accolades from the mathematics community for settling a long-standing open question about prime numbers, those numbers divisible by only one and themselves."
Wednesday | 20 November 2013 | 11:30 AM
Jean-Michel Basquiat, 50 cent Piece, 1983
Jean-Michel Basquiat, Leeches, 1983
Tuesday | 12 November 2013 | 11:15 AM
Belphegor's Prime is a palindromic prime number with 666 resting right in the middle of the 26 zeros, 13 on each side.
1000000000000066600000000000001
Monday | 11 November 2013 | 03:09 PM
Monday | 11 November 2013 | 10:48 AM
Alice Coltrane, Journey in Satchidananda, 1970
Thursday | 7 November 2013 | 02:50 PM
The Cramps, Let's Get Fucked Up
Hey baby, let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up Let's do some stuff And get fucked up Yeah, tomorrow we'll feel like We been hit by a truck But let's get fucked up, honey Goin' to a cockfight Burn, witch, burn Heh, all my stuff in hock might Never ever return Ooh, goin' to the brink Of oblivion Gonna need a shrink To get back again, aha! Let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up Let's get some stuff And get fucked up Tomorrow we'll feel like We was hit by a truck But let's get fucked up A-gonna get lowdown Gonna get keyed up Gonna go to town And get beat up Gonna get way out To the 'drenaline Gonna hit flameout When my head caves in Ooh, ouch, ooh Let's get fucked up, baby Right now Fucked up Mmm Slip on nocturnal shades Head down to amateur night Do some purple haze Ahh, probably lose some fight Ooh, get cool and casual Get really sent Dig some cruel and unusual Punishment, aha! Let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up A-let's get some stuff And then we'll get fucked up You know tomorrow we'll feel like We was hit by a truck But let's get fucked up Oh baby, baby, baby, baby Let's strap on a little of that Abnormal delirium We'll take a long fall down Into that surrealist bucket We'll make one big grease spot Outta this town baby, yeah They all want to be Your Siamese Chihuahua sweetheart, woo woo! The ultimate degenerate Psychopathia sexuas, ha! Too far out baby, too far out Ah, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Fucked up I said fucked up
Wednesday | 6 November 2013 | 01:25 PM
Excerpt from Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs “Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down, you dig, farting out the words. It was unlike anything I ever heard. Bubbly, thick, stagnant sound. A sound you could smell. This man worked for the carnival,you dig? And to start with it was like a novelty ventriloquist act. After a while, the ass started talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared... and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time. Then it developed sort of teethlike... little raspy incurving hooks and started eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it... but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street... shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags. Nobody loved it. And it wanted to be kissed, same as any other mouth. Finally, it talked all the time, day and night. You could hear him for blocks, screaming at it to shut up... beating at it with his fists... and sticking candles up it, but... nothing did any good, and the asshole said to him... "It is you who will shut up in the end, not me... "because we don't need you around here anymore. I can talk and eat and shit." After that, he began waking up in the morning with transparentjelly... like a tadpole's tail all over his mouth. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands... like burning gasoline jelly and grow there. So, finally, his mouth sealed over... and the whole head... would have amputated spontaneously except for the eyes, you dig? That's the one thing that the asshole couldn't do was see. It needed the eyes. Nerve connections were blocked... and infiltrated and atrophied. So, the brain couldn't give orders anymore. It was trapped inside the skull... sealed off. For a while, you could see... the silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes. And then finally the brain must have died... because the eyes went out... and there was no more feeling in them than a crab's eye at the end of a stalk.
Monday | 28 October 2013 | 11:29 AM
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