I fear we are witnessing the “death of expertise”: a Google-fueled, Wikipedia-based, blog-sodden collapse of any division between professionals and laymen, students and teachers, knowers and wonderers
But your order required us to find songs written in an entire new musical genre, to discover a new sound— an adventurous band that wrote songs that were an amalgamation of the disparate things you loved— punk and funk, soul and rock, hip hop and everything in between. And to put it simply, with the rise and then demise of corporate radio and video culture, as well as the corresponding decline in... artistic integrity, it has been quite difficult to find anything remotely original that doesn’t sound like it was manufactured by a gang of sexy mannequins, produced merely to score a deodorant commercial, to rape a pre-existing musical legacy or to kill society’s belief that the future exists.
The financial sector has become a self-sustaining perpetual motion machine that extracts money from the rest of the economy. Shouldn’t it be a goal of society — Mr. Lew’s focus — to restore the financial industry to its traditional role as an intermediary between companies that need capital and savers who have it?
The U.S. government, however, keeps insisting it’s a product—ironic, given that we can trace our history back to an open Constitution that defined, in Article V, the means of amendment.
The U.S. federal government, led by the executive branch, should make all taxpayer-funded software development open-sourced by default.
There’s an old joke in the insurance industry that you don’t get very far if you bet your career on promises the IT department is making.
“Second records are notoriously hard to nail down,” he explains. “We tried to make it a few times. Finally we got it right — meaning, we got it to sound wrong, exactly like us.”
I had a couple of goats in my yard that I was using for milk and you know, I was tired of milking them so I slaughtered them. I ate both of those goats, all raw, and just switched over like that.
First of all, any white guy anywhere, rich or poor, who steps out in public wearing the mantle of 400 years of black suffering instantly shoots to the very top of the world asshole pyramid.