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Throughout the lecture, the women gave lap dances to Rappaport and willing students – who had each paid $150 to attend the class on “the application of Platonic and Hegelian ethics to business,” the paper reported.
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The recognition that management theory is a sadly neglected subdiscipline of philosophy began with an experience of déjà vu. As I plowed through my shelfload of bad management books, I beheld a discipline that consists mainly of unverifiable propositions and cryptic anecdotes, is rarely if ever held accountable, and produces an inordinate number of catastrophically bad writers. It was all too familiar. There are, however, at least two crucial differences between philosophers and their wayward cousins. The first and most important is that philosophers are much better at knowing what they don’t know. The second is money. In a sense, management theory is what happens to philosophers when you pay them too much.
a note from 2002
Time is the essential hermeneutic.
Headline of the Day
Iceland’s penis museum finally gets human specimen
Jim Jarmusch interviews Martin Scorsese about Italianamerican
Italianamerican is a 1974 documentary directed by Martin Scorsese. Martin Scorsese’s parents, Catherine and Charles Scorsese, feature in this homemade documentary acting as themselves. The Scorseses talk about their experiences as Italian immigrants in New York among other things, while having dinner at their flat on Elizabeth Street. Scorsese’s mother also instructs how to cook her meatballs, a recipe later featured in the credits of the film. Among the subjects discussed in the film are family, religion, their origins, Italian ancestors, life in Italy after the war, the hardships of poor Sicilian immigrants in America striving to make ends meet.
The documentary, broken into five parts, is available on YouTube.
Your Honor, may I offer you a sandwich?
The authors examined more than 1,000 parole decisions made by eight judges in Israel over a 10-month period. In each parole request, a prisoner appeared in front of a judge, and the judge could either accept or deny the request. The judges heard between 14 and 35 of these cases per day, separated into three distinct sessions. The first session ran from the beginning of the day until a mid-morning snack break, the second lasted from the snack break until a late lunch, and the third lasted from lunch until the end of the day.
Overall, judges were much more likely to accept prisoners’ requests for parole at the beginning of the day than the at end. Moreover, a prisoner’s chances of receiving parole more than doubled if his case was heard at the beginning of one of the three sessions, rather than later on in the session. More specifically, it was the number of rulings that a judge made, rather than the time elapsed in a session, that significantly affected later decisions. Every single judge in the sample followed this pattern.
from the spam
I hate, hate, hate Peter Pan and everything he stands for. Including his political views and his thoughts on recycling and the future of neverland
from the moderated comments
Interesting. Anybody “freaked out” by this needs to grow up and realize that people of all shapes, sizes, and ages enjoy having sex.
Most of you probably masturbate daily anyway and can’t keep a relationship with another human being to begin with.
And guess what–you will one day grow old as well, karma is a bitch LOL.
from the comments
It’s making me question my preconceptions of what pigeon-ness is.
Entropy Lines
coming out of sleep
The Anvil & The Clown
Artist’s Shit
In 1961, the Italian artist Piero Manzoni did more than fling a pot of paint. He offered art-buyers 90 tins of his own excrement, at a price equal to their weight in gold. Although some critics were outraged, art lovers paid through the nose for what had passed through Manzoni’s behind. Or had it? One of Manzoni’s collaborators, Agostino Bonalumi, has now revealed that the tins are not full of faeces, but plaster. [ ... ] Does Bonalumi’s revelation mean that a 30g can of “freshly preserved, produced and tinned Artist’s Shit” is worth far less than the pots of gold paid for them? The Tate shelled out £22,300 for one in 2000, and recently another went for £84,000 at auction in Milan.
One way to circumvent this authenticity question is to jar the specimen in glass like William Burroughs did. Even if it’s not clear whether Burroughs intended it to be art or not, the two “bioartists” who got a hold of this jar are using extracted DNA from said shit to make an “art gun” to shoot his DNA into cellular nuclei.
Marzipan Babies
via Pat Castaldo
Update: Totally fake.
Grain And Railroad. U.S. 56, Kinsley, KS 67547
Win
award winning pigeons
From the National Pigeon Association (via).
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The film is a low-budget affair with almost no marketing muscle. Its success will depend entirely on word of mouth. Its producer’s hopes that it will turn out to be an unexpected hit — “My Big Fat Objectivist Rant” — are unfounded.
Does it exist?
I want a piece of software that cross-references what I am typing with things I have written. I’m thinking specifically of notes I took while watching the documentary footage. A visual map of similar thoughts or phrases, key words, patterns or relationships. A way to see the connections between seemingly unrelated moments of footage.
Radiohead, Codex
Deely Bobber
A Deely Bobber (also Deeley Bobber) is a novelty item of headgear comprising a headband to which are affixed two springy protrusions resembling the antennae of insects or of stereotypical little green men. These “antennae” may be topped with simple plastic shapes or more elaborate and fanciful decorations, such as mini pom poms or light emitting diodes. The name “deely bobber” is a genericized trademark; other names include deely-boppers, bonce boppers, or space boppers; In June 1982, The New York Times headline called them Martian antennae.
They were invented by Steven Askin in 1981 based on the “Killer Bees” costumes on Saturday Night Live.
I’ve heard the phrase, “What’s the deely bop?”
Standard routes of cryptanalysis seem to have hit brick walls
The FBI is crowd-sourcing the code-breaking of two encrypted notes found in the pockets of a man murdered in St. Louis in 1999.
The more than 30 lines of coded material use a maddening variety of letters, numbers, dashes, and parentheses. McCormick was a high school dropout, but he was able to read and write and was said to be “street smart.” According to members of his family, McCormick had used such encrypted notes since he was a boy, but apparently no one in his family knows how to decipher the codes, and it’s unknown whether anyone besides McCormick could translate his secret language. Investigators believe the notes in McCormick’s pockets were written up to three days before his death.
from the comments
If you’ve seen one group of shops, you’ve seen a mall.
The Talk
This is mostly for Cindy, but it’s for everyone too. Julia Sweeney’s 8 year old daughter started asking questions about sex, and Sweeney soon found herself answering endless questions. Long but good, via the Hairpin.
Fleece Johnson
this is what you look like right now
