This summer, civil disorder erupted in austerity-ridden Ireland. In early July, a gathering of 45,000 in one of Dublins most famous public spaces boiled over into mass disobedience, catching the authorities off guard.
The whole loan and interest game is rigged the world over, we discover. Then, the corporate media does its best to blackout the story, you know, the one about the biggest fraud case in history.
The punitive confinement of Bradley Manning, far from being an obscene anomaly, has been monotonously consistent with American laws and customs.
The following interview with Gore Vidalwho died on July 31, 2012, and who was a consistent thorn in the side of Americas plutocrats and their politicianstook place in 1985. Thats a long time ago, I realize, but after all these years it still seems timely.
In the name of communication, we have accepted a radical enclosure of private, leisure time by the constant surveillance and increasingly commercial logic of the Internet.
Two forms of life have come to develop eusociality, or, highly-sophisticated, complex societies: humankind and insects (ants, bees, wasps, and termites). The predominate attribute we ascribe to the surviving eusocial species must be luck: It was a long road that brought us here, with almost every conceivable obstacle to success standing in our path.
In Jules Dassins 1948 black-and-white noir classic, The Naked City, the narrator ends the film with the famous lines: There are eight million stories in the naked city. This has been one of them. Steven Jaffes well-written and very informative work, New York at War, is also one of those stories.
Imagine: How Creativity Works, the new book by Jonah Lehrer, is part of a recent tradition of popular science books, such as The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg or any Malcolm Gladwell offering, that bring the latest neuroscience to bear on the human mind.
It happened on a mercifully temperate June afternoon out in front of the Brooklyn Heights outpost of Housing Works Thrift Shop. A willowy brunette with flowing, Botticelli-esque hair stood at a rickety folding table, a winsome expression on her face as she tried to lure in random passersby.