July 31, 2011 § Leave a comment
- 2011 was a bad election year for the Scottish Greens. A tough-love analysis of why. Peter McColl.
- “What does the President say on the day of the oil cut-off?” Natalya Sverjensky doesn’t have good news for Henry Kissinger.
- The Duke of Wellington on the aid bureaucracy. (Very funny.) Duncan Green.
- An employer will never beat a union that has a singing group. Gavin Thomson.
- Green is the new red: environmental activists under attack. Robert Jensen.
- Electing our movement – it’s time to get voted in. Juliana Williams.
- Your trend briefing for August 2011. Trendwatching.
- Will the Arab Spring turn into the African Summer? Eric Stoner.
- Sir Gus O’Donnell and the well-being revolution. Juliet Michaelson.
July 30, 2011 § Leave a comment
- America’s deeper debt crisis. Great piece. Umair Haque.
- Hip hop and the Arab Spring. Bryan Farrell.
- Walmart gets flashmobbed.
- RyanAir is u-turning and positioning itself as a ‘green airline’. Seriously. Loulla-Mae Eleftheriou-Smith.
- The outliers may not need university, but what about everyone else? Michael Trice and Prajwal Ciryam.
- Time to end the war in Afghanistan. Rory Stewart.
- If your website’s full of assholes, it’s your fault. Anil Dash.
- The end of polio – a personal reflection. Simon Moss.
July 30, 2011 § Leave a comment
One small snippet here. Radical stuff!
Looking for change
The present state of affairs is really a perversion of the proper working of capitalism. It is all wrong to have millionaires before you have ceased to have slums. Capitalism has done enormous good and suits human nature far too well to be given up as long as human nature remains the same. But the perversion has given us too unstable a society. Differences of reward must be large enough to induce people to do their best but the present differences are far too great.
If we do not find some way of correcting that perversion of capitalism, our society will break down. We shall find ourselves back in some form of government without the consent of the governed, some form of police state. The dividends of some shareholders exceed their own highest hopes, hopes that may have been much too greedy, and the incomes of the more fortunate of the captains of industry are many times as great as would have caused the same persons to work just as hard and for just as many years if, instead of going into business, they had happened to become, say, lawyers or doctors. This is quite wrong.
July 29, 2011 § Leave a comment
- Fantastic series of mini-animations explaining access to HIV drugs, patent laws and poverty. Stop Aids.
- What on earth are green jobs? Hanna Thomas.
- Really interested reflection on the asylum process in the New Yorker. Suketu Mehta.
- A cultural taboo is broken. Robert Zeliger.
- The hierarchy of digital distractions.
- There is no such thing as business ethics. Seth Godin.
- Vision is just as important as technology. Ricken Patel.
- Taking that next step: when social media turns commenters to protesters. Bryan Farrell.
July 29, 2011 § 1 Comment
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o’er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds:
Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower
The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such as, wandering near her secret bower,
Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree’s shade,
Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,
The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,
The cock’s shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
Or busy housewife ply her evening care:
No children run to lisp their sire’s return,
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share,
Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;
How jocund did they drive their team afield!
How bow’d the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The short and simple annals of the Poor.
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gave,
Awaits alike th’ inevitable hour:-
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
July 28, 2011 § Leave a comment
- Hey revolutionaries! Please write concisely. Thanks. Another Angry Woman.
- Finding your voice. Leo Babauta.
- Two fourteen-year olds launch a campaign for political education in the UK.
- Getting America to eat its vegetables. Daniela Hernandez.
- Learn some Chinese geography.
- Germany passes new renewable energy law for 2012. Paul Gipe.
- Relationships must be the heart of Labour’s revival as a social movement. Neil Foster.
- Classic Harry Nilsson.