Drifting in 1916

“There is a vast literature at the present day, — I am, alas, only too well acquainted with it, — a literature which threatens to choke our libraries and to cause all quarterly magazines to be published twice a week — a literature to which theologians, philosophers, playwrights, novelists, and sociologists make incessant contributions — which might be truthfully described as the literature of ‘Where are we?’ — or, to be strictly accurate, the literature of ‘Where the devil are we?’.  In all this literature we encounter civilization as a drifter at the mercy of currents. Whether some conscious power other than the will of man regulates the course of the drift, is a question I do not here discuss. Enough that it does not appear to be regulated by the conscious will of man”.

L P Jacks, “Our Drifting Civilization”, The Atlantic Monthly, March 1916

We are currently reading this article for no good reason; but it is so far holding our attention.

No doubt this sudden interest in our motley collection of ephemeral literature is due in large part to the fact that, once again, we are preparing to travel — or, to embark, as some would prefer to say; and, as we are already burdened both by the things we cannot but take and by the things we cannot but leave behind, books and bound-treasures must, again, stay put, and lie dormant.

Reading Jacks might be worth the effort. Quo vadis? – asked individually, if in unison – is rarely a foolish enquiry.


Tobacco-Free CVS: Healthy Policies, or Smoke and Mirrors?

Cigarette smoking is disgusting. Period. That’s why we try to limit ourselves to not more than two packs of Double Happiness per day.


Cigarette smoking has cost us one relationship already – the proverbial one-that-got-away, as it were –  and was a major contributing factor in the demise of another. Aye, there’s only so much good BV pour homme can do when every fiber and each follicle smells like the smokers’ lounge in Narita International Airport. We rue the day – Shanghai, September 2000 – we purchased our first pack of Hongmei.  And were nicotine currently not an essential part of our diet and rigorously-maintained exercise regime and eating disorder, we would very seriously consider thinking about contemplating kicking the habit.

So let us be clear. We loathe our own dependency on the weed. We’re not part of the Smokers’ Rights scene, and we are not apologists for the American (or any other) tobacco industry. We do not take issue with non-smoking ordinances, or the extinction of smoking sections in restaurants — albeit perhaps this is because we started smoking late in life, and commenced courting the tubular carcinogen while living in a country where there are few of the former and just about every section of every restaurant becomes a smoking section if you demand an ashtray. Times may at last be changing for the asthmatic dragon. But when urban skies are clumpy and clotted, and the air tastes of concrete, diesel, and sulfur, and every third metropolite is rocking a face mask (UGGs for the fisog — MUGGs?), igniting our hongshuangxi merely seems stupid, and not suicidal.

Some readers may remember the discussion that flourished in the late 1970s regarding “health as a theoretical concept”, this phrase being the title of a paper of monumental importance in contemporary philosophy of medicine.[i] How best to understand, conceptualize, and define ‘health’ remains speculatively interesting and practically important; and if the modest mountain of papers written on the subject ever threatened to converge upon a single shared conclusion, it was that ‘health’ may be conceptualized in more or less “normative” terms, but, while health is undoubtedly a good thing, who defines ‘health’ – how they define it, and whether they define it in mainly normative or mainly descriptive terms – is not merely one of academia’s more intractable balls of yarn or abstruse Glasperlenspiel. It matters.

And it is a subject to which we will one day return. We will probably use this exact same paragraph (supra) when we do.

Thoughts about health continue to occupy us, and – en passant – we wonder:

How committed really is CVS to health-promotion?

The decision of Rhode Island-based CVS to drop cigarettes and tobacco products will not effect us too much. We are rarely resident in the USA and therefore score our gear from the nearest Kedi or C-Store — two of China’s answers to Seven-Eleven.

But in the interests of integrity, we hope CVS will also yank pipes and pipe cleaners, and any butane or other lighter that is packaged specifically as a “cigarette” lighter.

We hope also they will pull all candy and junk-food from kid-high shelves at the till. If CVS is truly positioning to be a leader in healthcare and health-promotion, this is the appropriate response to concerns of public health experts and others about childhood obesity.

“Ending sales of tobacco, according to Larry Merlo, president and CEO, CVS Caremark CVS +0.62%, was the right move for the chain. ‘Put simply, the sale of tobacco products is inconsistent with our purpose’, he said in a statement”.

“Monster” brand energy drink, and other highly-caffeinated beverages, have been cited or implicated as causal factors in some cardiac crisis cases, so those should probably go too — if not for reasons of consistency with their “purpose”, then perhaps with a view to the specter of  liability.

And pajama-jeans. And Snuggies. Please. Those have to go. Selling sofa-slug attire and Nyquil sleep syrup and Doritos and cake frosting cannot be considered advocacy for healthy-living.

So by all means, remove tobacco products. But don’t stop there.

CVS may be right on principle to divest itself of any connections to smoking —  staff in Boots, our preferred High Street chemist back in Blighty, were bemused if not horrified when (new in the UK) we asked them where they kept the fags.  And fair enough, there’s something peculiar about CVS pitching Pall Malls to those who’ve just filled prescriptions for Ventolin inhaler.

But the move will do little to stop cigarette sales, and will provide a shot in the arm for small mom-and-pop corner shops and specialist tobacconists, especially those a short wheezy walk across the CVS parking lot. And then, of course, filling-stations.  Heaven knows nothing could be safer, or more sensible, or better for human health and wellness than selling cigarettes and lighters in the one place where smoking is absolutely, unquestionably, and for very good reason strictly Verboten.

Twenty on pump four, please — and this Bic, a pack of American Spirits yellow, and a six-pack of Stella.  We’re off to CVS for condoms, Red Bull, a box of No-Doze, a box of chocolates, shoe polish, and a birthday card.

Yes. That’s much, much better.

[i] Boorse C, Health as a theoretical concept, Philosophy of Science, 44(1977), 99.542-573. See also Boorse C, On the distinction between disease and illness, Philosophy and Public Affairs, 5 (Fall 1975): 49-68; Englehardt T, Ideology and Etiology, The Journal of Medicine and Philosophy, 1976 vol.1, no.3.

TIME for Anti-Spin Spin

TIME isn’t what it used to be. And no, not Stephen Hawking time. Time the magazine.

A horse by any other name would be a horse of a different colour,
but it probably wouldn’t smell any sweeter.
Photo: Shanghai, Nanjingxi Road, January 2014 by the author.
(c) MarginalReturns 2014

Not that TIME was ever really smart, like The Economist (or Steve Hawking), or edgy and sharp like Rolling Stone. The Atlantic it ain’t. But TIME does seem to have dumbed-down a bit.

If you’re first reaction is to humbug our claim, watch this.


The attempt to explain how the video oversimplifies things is more appalling than the video’s breezy but essentially spot-on in brevis poke at the ways and means of Western democracy.

A classic case of a cure being worse than the disease — or a symptom of someone else’s disease.

This video isn’t new — the Hidden Harmonies blog observed it, and it’s been wafting around Youtube for a while.

We bumped into it while rummaging around the TIME website.

We think: TIME should have have run the video without the narrative, and let viewers laugh.

Or wince. Or pause, and think about it.

But the commentary is weak, and we believeth that TIME hath protested too much. The video’s observations need to be taken with an entire box of kosher salt, aye, but that much is or should be obvious. TIME‘s apologetic, however, gives the video too much credit, and speaks volumes about – if not the magazine’s editorial sensitivities – their agenda.

And just because the essential argument is pro-CCP spin, it doesn’t mean that each and every point is fundamentally incorrect.

If democracy really needs amateurish puffery to shore it up against a Ministry of Feelgood cum South Park stunt, then it’s in trouble.

Ah, if we could save TIME in a bottle…

We’d make a Molotov Cocktail with it.

And hurl it at USA Today.

America! 万岁!

Re: China’s Booming Economy Is Nothing to Fear | TIME.com http://ideas.time.com/2014/02/04/chinas-booming-economy-is-nothing-to-fear/#ixzz2sQMBUVMo

The “rise of China” is nothing to fear. But not for the reasons Charles Kenny suggests.

We’re 14-odd years boots-on-the-ground there (still there now), and it is high time that the US (and Americans) have a glance at the Chinese playbook. It is remarkably simple. Here’s an oversimplified peek:

1. The government isn’t responsible for you or your well-being. If you don’t want to starve, you work, hustle, and make things happen. No jobs in your community? Then you go to where they are. “Jobs creation” may or may not be the business of the state, but job acquisition is the individual’s responsibility.

Hardly a day passes when I do not see some newly-opened shop, fruit stand, boutique, or some other entrepreneurial endeavor underway in my second-tier Chinese city — and folks, opening a business in China isn’t exactly easy or turn-key.  But it’s funny that the communist (with Chinese characteristics) state keeps the peeps striving for comprehensive economic improvement by *not* having too many iron rice bowls and gratuitous safety-nets. Or safety hammocks. Or futons in Section 8 tenements.

2. Families are imperfect world-wide, each proverbially unhappy in their own way. But by and large, the Chinese still take seriously the idea that the family is a unit. When they have the means (and many work slavishly to have something that approximates the means), planning for the child’s future begins when le petit huangdi is in utero. Youth is still contemplated largely as preparation for adulthood and for all the unpleasantness and responsibilities that come with it.

In over a decade in China, I have yet to meet or even hear of a family in which the parents took the view that, at 18, Junior starts paying rent or he hits the bricks.

Let’s by all means have, make room for, and (in case it matters) even celebrate the diversity of American families.  But American parents need to shrug-off all the humanist psychology nonsense that got us to the point where experts in the behavioural sciences now encourage parents to make their children active-stakeholders in their own childhood. Responsible, reasonably-ambitious adults are actively crafted and thoughtfully cultivated by parents, and not by public schools, society, or the community — although to really eff’ up a child it takes a village.

3. China’s modern foreign policy seems largely if not wholly free from any kind of ideological evangelism, and they keep most of their aid expenditures domestic. What concepts!

4. If you overstay your visa in China, and the PSB nabs you, you’re gone. Done. Deported. No hearing, no trial. Gone. If you stay under the radar, and then one day decide to fly outwith the motherland, customs nabs you at the airport, and then fines and/or imposes a custodial sentence upon you. And good luck getting another entry visa. Never mind that China is not, historically, a nation of immigrants, or a melting pot. Immigration policies and rules pursuant to the entry and residency of aliens matter in China.

Why they wouldn’t matter in any sovereign state that even bothers to have and to maintain borders is more of a mystery than the actual contents of hualvshui, or why some US military personnel drive KIAs. Being in a country illegally is a crime, and law enforcement deals with criminal behaviours. Why American citizens – within and outwith the Beltway – should be wringing their hands about whether or not it is appropriate for LEOs to apprehend trespassers is just bizarre.

5. Read an American broadsheet or periodical, and an article about China focuses on the Chinese — generally, how thin the ice is upon which they dance, or how terrible the government is which they are forced bravely to suffer. What does much of Chinese media report on, when covering news of the world? The lives and fates and fortunes of overseas Chinese, mainly.

It’s neo-colonialism, folks, and Chinese diaspora planet-wide have their own mini-assemblies, and leadership structures, and are represented as a unit by the CCPCC. Rubberneck they do, of course — foreigners and their funny ways make the pages (and i-pages, and e-pages) in China, for sure. But when was the last time CNN (or Fox) did news items about the American expat communities in Beijing, or Shanghai, or Chengdu? To read The New York Times‘ China-reporting, you’d think there weren’t any real Americans living and working and having settled lives in China — and enjoying them. Exception: One of the Americans is married to a Chinese, and the couple is (a) wealthy, fashionable, and progressive, and have just produced a play, film, or concert, or just redecorated their loft, or, (b) the American is trying to free Tibet.

These respective biases (“spins”) speak volumes about (inter alia) the priorities of the respective nations, and their peoples.

We could continue this thread for pages, but we’ll end here. For now.

And the take-away?

Time spent citing and complaining about China’s “human rights” record, etc., – or: time congratulating ourselves for The American Way of Life – is time that could be better spent learning about what China is doing well, and doing right.

And TIME might want to make time for that one day.

* Read more: China’s Booming Economy Is Nothing to Fear | TIME.com http://ideas.time.com/2014/02/04/chinas-booming-economy-is-nothing-to-fear/#ixzz2sQMBUVMo

Tridents, Puppies, and Cancer

Love. It’s what makes a breakfast cereal a Subaru.

Maserati’s “first ever tv feature” held our attention, we’ll say that much.

A new Michael Bay film? Levi’s? Girl Scouts of America? What are they selling? Visually compelling, with a script that was somewhere between a Beat prose poem and a trailer for a Transformers film, the ad did best what all good ads do: kept us watching, and wondering.


But did it actually make sense? Not to our thinking — and why in heaven’s name is Maserati advertising at all on American television? The answer is: The new Maserati Ghibli, which is a good 30k less than most of their models — a Quattroporte meets a Sonata, if you will.

‘Ghibli’ is a wonderfully, woefully unfortunate name, by the way, sure to be mocked as the “giblet”. Not that this would stop us from driving one. Perhaps it was chosen because it can be rendered in Chinese as, say, jibuli — 吉步力, “lucky-stride-power”, a very Chinesey name if ever there was one. Maseratis are not exactly ubiquitous on the streets of our second-tier Chinese city, but they’re far from rarities these days, and China is unquestionably a key market for the manufacturer.

Would we buy this car because of the ad? No. But then again, we’d not need too much prodding with Poseidon’s fork to buy a Maserati. We’d just need the USD$66K.

Bob Dylan is looking rough, bless him — but could he really look any better and still be Bob Dylan? His role in the pitch for Detroit and Chrysler was on the cusp of cool, but the copywriters blew it. “Let Germany brew your beer. Let Switzerland make your watch. Let Asia assemble your phone. We will build your car”. Seems they just couldn’t bear to maintain parity (Germany, Switzerland) and say ‘China’.


Nemo me tangere.

We wonder if that decision was based in part on a desire not to offend top-brass at Wanxiang, which is now elbows-deep in the American automotive manufacturing supply chain. (And what percentage of the nuts and bolts of the Chrysler 200 is China-made, anyway?)

Afraid to let cannonballs fly at China, the copywriters were just blowing in the wind.

The Huffington Post seemed to like Chevy’s “Life” campaign, intended it seems as a tribute to cancer-survivors and those who share with them the long, difficult journey with the emperor of maladies.


We watched the Superbowl and the ad with a family member who has been battling stage-four cancer for five years. Each year since 2009 we gather as a tribe around the flat-screen to watch the season’s gridiron finale, wondering if it will be our last time to have this beloved individual with us. It is impossible not to wonder; but game-day is generally a happy one, and a chance for us to displace for a little while the facts we live with every moment of every day, and to let the sounds of current and anticipated weeping be drowned-out by the audibles and whistles, by our collective cheers and groans.

We therefore did not enjoy at all Chevy’s imagery. Cancer is under no circumstances telegenic.  And by intruding on our best efforts to be both happy and grateful for our limited time together, Chevy succeeded only in making us annoyed and uncomfortable.

Chevy also made us very happy we drive a Ford Ranger.

We would trade-up to a British-baddy approved Jaguar if we could, but we’re tempted to see just how far down the Korean rabbit-hole goes, and take the KIA K900 for a test-drive. If we buy it, we’ll remove every badge and logo that says ‘KIA’. How the manufacturer has managed to get away with naming their product “Killed In Action” remains a mystery to us. And why doesn’t anyone else seem to care?

Nothing in the Budweiser portfolio encouraged or inspired us in the least to drink one of their beers, and never could.

We forget what it was that the ever-fetching Scarlet J was punting (Sodastream? Is that the name of something?), but the ad did not live up to the hype. We heard it was slightly indecent and was likely to trespass the bounds of good taste. But that was Chevy.


We’re neither big beer drinkers nor fans of carbonated soft-drinks anyway, and so Bud will forgive us if we’re not tempted to uncork a frosty Bud Lite just because one guy didn’t regret stepping into a pimped-out limo with a stranger he just met in a bar. That said, we’re through with Coke. Done. Thank you for finally tipping the scales for us. We just might give the new Axe bodyspray a try, though. Or at least buy it as a gift — we’re Tom Ford fans, you see. (Hear that Chevy? Tom Ford fans.)

The “no contract” series with Tim Tebo was good-natured, amusing, and silly — which is how we like our Superbowl ads. But the initial and convincing gravitas of the Honda ad with Bruce Willis and Fred Armisen was spoiled by the intern-quality stab at comedic minimalism.

And the best waste of millions of dollars?

Last year’s (2013) politically-incorrect Hyundai ad. It is, we note, the proper response to this.

Village Idiots: NYT’s Latest Pro-Chinese Anti-China Drivel

Re: “In China, ‘Once the Villages Are Gone, the Culture Is Gone‘”:

Villagers watching a performance of Yu Opera, Keqiao, Shaoxing, Zhejiang Province. Photo by author (2008). (c) MarginalReturns 2014

Is it really to be wondered at if a younger generation of Chinese – if only because they are worried to death about competing for jobs and other opportunities with better-educated (and probably: better-fed) peers from the big cities – are not rabidly enthusiastic about carrying into the future the traditions of the village from which they are trying desperately to escape? And just in case the Chinese government is sometimes doing too little too late to preserve every oddball mico-folkway — well,…so what?

When rural development proceeds too slowly, people complain. Never mind the fact that there’s no way to define or qualify too slowly, except from the point of view of those with specific developmental-outcome expectations. People complain too, of course, when the fazhan juggernaut seems to clip along too quickly — development being too quick only when it seems insufficiently developmental, or when the pace of development seems unsustainable, or when change extends to things that some would prefer unchanged.

China, it seems, can’t get a break.

Allow, though, that there are too few grassroots stewards of China’s various and manifold intangible cultural heritage. Why might that be the case?

One reason is that many rural parents leave their child in the countryside with the grandparents while they strike-out to slave-away for barely a living wage in one of China’s larger cities. When the landscape is calories, the passing-down of some traditions has a way of becoming deprioritised. This has led some observers to bemoan the circumstances that give rise to that situation, and these include: underdevelopment in the outback. Rural underdevelopment then leads to complaints about disparities in education, access to healthcare, access to the internet, etc., between rural children and urban children.  And every now and then one hears or reads of  worries about the consequences of children being raised by semi-literate, geriatric, superstitious, and sometimes downright rascally yokels. Not everyone in the countryside, after all, is a treasure-trove of lore, wisdom, and tradition.

UNESCO most of the time seems positively chuffed about China’s interest in ethno-arcana. But if the local folkways were creepy, mired in a local subculture’s ugly past, or happen not to be photogenic or a good platforms for tourism initiatives, then people would complain about the consequences to Chinese society (and humanity generally) of a retrograde demi-demographic passing-on to a new generation the rot from antiquity.

Again, China can’t win.

Mr Johnson’s article was not an unenjoyable read; but as usual with The New York Times, it is not free from the tincture of that kind of editorial craftsmanship that is roughly the same hue as propaganda, and is very characteristic of Times China-reporting: the government is evil, one-dimensional, and myopic; the people are fascinating, wonderful, and victims of their government. For example, Mr Johnson states that

Rapid urbanization means village life, the bedrock of Chinese culture, is rapidly disappearing, and with it, traditions and history.

We disagree. If Chinese culture (which aspect of Chinese culture, exactly?) has a “bedrock” (and we’re not sure it really makes sense to say that it has one), it is the family. Families are what make villages “villages”. And while a village might be home to a few families who maintain some traditional art form, or some craft local to some village, the art form or the craft is the preserve of the families — or more accurately: of some families, special or arbitrary connections with the  borders of the village notwithstanding. Upturning, overturning, or gentrifying the Chinese countryside is unlikely to have zero effect on either the maintenance or the transmission of some customs, traditions, and folkways; but the death of the village should not mortify a tradition any more than it would mortify a family. Mr Johnson, therefore, has regrettably overstated the situation.

Chenggang Village, Dinghai City, Zhoushan, Zhejiang. Photo by author (2006). (c) MarginalReturns

Chenggang Village, Dinghai City, Zhoushan, Zhejiang Province. Photo by author (2006).                      (c) MarginalReturns 2014

Urban and rural family units – in China and elsewhere, and perhaps especially in the developing-world – face very different kinds of difficulties, even as these appear against a backdrop of broadly similar challenges. There’s no denying that the dynamics of both kinds of families are changing. But if some rural residents are sometimes the repositories of (among other things) some kinds of unique, hyperlocal traditions, then surely it is for them to decide whether or not to make it a priority for younger family members to be schooled in those traditions. (We believe the apposite word here is ‘autonomy’.) Remember, too, that in some cases these traditions would take years to learn, and a lifetime to master.

The opportunity costs of making time for the proper preservation of some of these arts, crafts, and traditions (and perhaps the word ‘traditions’ does not properly belong in this mix) are generally too great for the hardscrabble Chinese peasant-turned-itinerant labourer; and while we’re not calling for a new smashing of “the four olds”, we do not feel he same sense of either tragedy or emergency that Mr Johnson seems to feel.

As to why there is often insufficient time (or interest) for grassroots, organic preservation of at least some folkways, Mr Johnson – like the rest of us – knows the answer:

The universal allures of modern life — computers, movies, television — have siphoned young people away from traditional pursuits. But the physical fabric of the performers’ lives has also been destroyed.

Assuming that all traditions and cultural folkways have some sort of intrinsic value,*  public support for and assistance with preservation efforts might be very welcomed, on principle alone. But it is worth pausing for a moment to consider that were Beijing to insist that village children must and will learn their local folkways, and that some of those children must and will become masters of them (for the sake of Chinese culture; for the sake of human world heritage), The New York Times would lead the chorus of hue and cry. Development is a zero-sum game.

And as for the “physical fabric” of performers’ lives being “destroyed”, that’s pure, mischievous poppycock.** But there had to be a way to blame the government for something — otherwise, the entire point of Mr Johnson’s article is: China’s rural young would rather play Xbox and waste time on Weixin than learn how to sing in a pitch that sounds like a cat being strangled.

Mr Johnson concludes by referencing the mystery golf course, construction of which was at one point cited as the reason for the displacement/relocation of the villagers and/or the demise of the village:

Strangely, however, the golf course has never been built, and the village still lies in ruins. No one here can figure out if this is because the development was illegal, or perhaps part of a corrupt land deal that is under investigation. Such information is not public, so villagers can only speculate. Mostly, they try to forget.

But the teasing allusions to the futility of speculation, and the strong intimations of something conspiratorial or dodgy going on with the land, are misleading — though we are in no position to state whether the allusions and intimations were intended to be. Informed readers will and should know that the golf boom/bubble was for a time a favourite with both the broadsheets and other periodical literature, and there’s nothing odd at all about either development of a golf course being summarily halted, or the details of land-deals being nondisclosed.

There are plenty of educated, culturally-astute, patriotic, wealthy Chinese, both in China and overseas, who are better placed than The Ford Foundation to spearhead and realize efforts to preserve both the gold and the dross of China’s rural traditions. When preservation of Chinese rural traditions matters more to enough Chinese, then there will very likely be more preservation.

So what is this article about then, really?

Nothing of any real importance to anyone — except for China-writers and deep-pocketed foundations.


* There is no such thing as “intrinsic value”. All value is relational, and every relational perspective on value can be always recast in terms of utility. We address this elsewhere, but see generally Noah M Lemo, Intrinsic Value (Cambridge: 1994), and http://www.jstor.org/discover/10.2307/2653805?uid=3739696&uid=308824283&uid=2&uid=3&uid=3739256&uid=60&sid=21103376308817.  An interesting paper on a related subject is Jeffrey Friedman (2013) “Freedom Has No Intrinsic Value: Liberalism and Voluntarism”, Critical Review 25 (1) 38-85. It is very unlikely that a either sober Lemos or a sober Friedman would agree with our thesis regarding intrinsic value.

** “Fabric” of “lives” is metaphorical, of course, and a bit airy-fairy, but the nonsense of the phraseology is compounded by Mr johnson concretizing that metaphorical fabric by referring to it as ‘physical’.

So, what physical fabric was destroyed? We presume that buildings – no doubt unsafe, if not positively squalid – were knocked-down, and the ancestral temple has not been preserved with the hoped-for diligence and enthusiasm. (Although lack of maintenance seems not to be tantamount to destruction, putting the words ‘destroy’ and ‘temple’ into contextual neighbourhood does effectively raise hackles.)  Just in case the phrase destroyed the physical fabric of their lives makes a lick of sense at all, we do not think it it is an apt characterization of what is happening here. Whether the NYT spins the demolition of buildings and luke-warm historical preservation efforts as physical fabricide or as urbanization, surely it is for the locals themselves to say whether the changes to their village are on the whole positive or otherwise. We have little insight on that head based on the conversation Mr Johnson reports having had with Mr Lei; but having had many similar conversations with Chinese villagers over the past 14 years, it is more likely that Mr Lei is non-plused about matters than that he is deeply aggrieved. We doubt also whether one Mr Lei may speak for or on behalf of the entire village — something which should surely be offensive to the NYT’s egalitarian and democratic sentiments.


Treading Water with Hunter S Thompson

Vide https://disinfo.com/2014/01/hunter-s-thompsons-superb-advice-find-purpose-live-meaningful-life/

Thompson: “[W]hether to float with the tide, or to swim for a goal. It is a choice we must all make consciously or unconsciously at one time in our lives. So few people understand this! Think of any decision you’ve ever made which had a bearing on your future: I may be wrong, but I don’t see how it could have been anything but a choice however indirect — between the two things I’ve mentioned: the floating or the swimming.”

Reminds me of Hesse (Steppenwolf) — Harry Haller speaking, quoting Novalis: “‘Most men will not swim before they are able to.’ Is not that witty? Naturally, they won’t swim! They are born for the solid earth, not for the water. And naturally they won’t think. They are made for life, not for thought. Yes, and he who thinks, what’s more, he who makes thought his business, he may go far in it, but he has bartered the solid earth for the water all the same, and one day he will drown.”

See also

– http://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1111/j.1475-4975.1980.tb00394.x/abstract

– http://www.amazon.com/Shipwreck-Spectator-Paradigm-Existence-Contemporary/dp/0262518910

– http://books.google.com/books?id=Ni3C0AMvhTwC&pg=PA150&lpg=PA150&dq=zhuangzi+swimmer&source=bl&ots=nS401Jgzqz&sig=2wNt2GO0yHZNc6iyqpPxKD5h1Z0&hl=en&sa=X&ei=ahzpUu62KsXKsQS3roHYBw&ved=0CFEQ6AEwBA#v=onepage&q=zhuangzi%20swimmer&f=false

Good Foundation. Maybe She’s Born With It.

If Ellen DeGeneres can make it on the Mainland, there might be a future in television for Jimmy Kimmel after all.

Ellen is, of course, a logical choice: Xteener, Michelle Phan (“Rice Bunny”), Jessica Beinecke (OMG英语), “Two Broke Girls”.

Connect the dots.

The growing frequency in metro-Middle Kingdom of fairly open, uncloseted female companions and intimates (in the big cities, these kind of pairbondings, many experimental and temporary, are now positively fashionable, if not culturally-approved) might ensure Ellen gets a healthy reception.

And maybe Metan Development Group was banking on that.

From another angle, the departure of both Garnier and Revlon from China might explain in part why Metan Development Group punted the show. Ms DeGeneres is a model for Covergirl (Proctor&Gamble), which has been kicking around the Middle Kingdom since 2005.

欢迎, Ellen.





(Updated with corrections 28 January at 14.39hrs.)

Thank you, Ms Pacman

At last, empirical research can explain why, as a teenager, I dreamed that I could only continue dreaming if I ate a trail of little dots and avoided ghosts. It also sheds some light on a recurring nightmare from adolescence, in which I was forced to hop across a busy freeway by a guy who looked like Thomas Jefferson with a splayed eagle on the back of his head.