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Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2016 8:48 am
by tomsfood ... s-in-tokyo
david sedaris talks about kapital, dsm, and family
A year and a half earlier, at this same Dover Street Market, I bought a pair of heavy black culottes. Dress culottes, you could call them, made by Comme des Garçons, and also beautifully lined. They made a pleasant whooshing sound as I ran up the stairs of my house, searching in vain for whatever shoes a grown man might wear with them. Hugh disapproved, but again I thought I looked great, much better than I do in regular trousers. “My calves are my one good feature,” I reminded him as he gritted his teeth. “Why can’t I highlight them every now and then?”

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2016 5:10 pm
by MxmHrpr

"Strange as it may seem, overcoming geographic obstacles, winning decisive battles or meeting global business targets are the type of goals often best achieved when pursued indirectly. This is the idea of Obliquity. Oblique approaches are most effective in difficult terrain, or where outcomes depend on interactions with other people."

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2016 6:09 pm
by alby ... .html?_r=0

Not the longest article, but I enjoyed reading it. Article is about shame culture and mob/group mentality and I think it's something that I and maybe a lot of other people experience and are a part of.

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Wed Mar 30, 2016 9:53 pm
by WussWayne
Randomly opened up gmaps and was totally floored to see the public transport feature on and its seems accurate. Apparently some dudes were able to map out
Nairobi's chaotic public transport and submitted the data to google. Seems like it might now get replicated in other cities in developing countries with similar informal public transport systems. ... ogle-maps/

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Thu Mar 31, 2016 4:44 am
by pirxthepilot
^ that's amazing, are you in nairobi? have you tried it?

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Thu Mar 31, 2016 4:50 am
by pirxthepilot

very entertaining piece, i was a journalist for years and key parts of this ring true. Rei Kuwakabo and her husband discuss Pessoa, the concept of Saudade - and then, given the chance by incompetent editors, churn out some anodyne puff piece.

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Thu Mar 31, 2016 1:29 pm
by WussWayne
Yeah, I've tried it out.


It seems to be mostly dependent on knowing some sort of a landmark with a name near where you want to get off like an estate name, petrol station, school, pub, name of a stop etc as opposed to individual residential addresses. I'm not sure about the times given since traffic really varies a lot here and there's lots of jams but yeah I'd say it's not too far off for non-rush hour traffic. The walking gps coordinates take you the nearest "frequently used stop" although matatus pretty much stop anywhere so as long as you get on the route you can hail them down from anywhere. Mixing this with old-fashioned asking around would make it pretty hard to get lost.

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Tue Apr 12, 2016 9:15 am
by rublev

not an article but an interesting doc from the BBC about the fans of bosnia & hercegovina and serbia meeting in the qualifying rounds for the 2006 world cup.

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Sun Apr 24, 2016 11:55 pm
by ramseames

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Mon Apr 25, 2016 3:33 am
by Ques
compare and contrast, obama and hillary on foreign policy: ... ne/471525/ ... .html?_r=0

the more I read about hillary the more I start to worry about what future engagements we're going to find ourself in abroad under a clinton presidency

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 9:00 am
by smiles

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Sun May 08, 2016 7:45 am
by Ques
follow up to obama/hillary foreign policy articles... the man behind the scenes ... nyt-region

this article is kind of ridiculous. im not sure why he allowed most of this to be on the record... if true somewhat concerning that this guy is running the US's national security apparatus. also the way he candidly discussed abusing social media to bend the public to his will on the iran deal is... worrying?

“In the spring of last year, legions of arms-control experts began popping up at think tanks and on social media, and then became key sources for hundreds of often-clueless reporters. “We created an echo chamber,” he admitted, when I asked him to explain the onslaught of freshly minted experts cheerleading for the deal. “They were saying things that validated what we had given them to say.”

also i love the bit where he indicts the media for having no credentials or experience and for being too green, when he himself is directing american foreign policy with an MFA while still in his 30s...

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Sun May 15, 2016 11:40 am
by odradek
just ran across this li'l archive (relevant to undercover fw15)

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 9:33 am
by Iliam
PoorMeme, RichMeme

If memes reiterate the inequities between black creators and white appropriators, can they also move us into a new collective blackness?

The Detectives Who Never Forget a Face

Most police precincts have an officer or two with a knack for recalling faces, but the Met (as the Metropolitan Police Service is known) is the first department in the world to create a specialized unit. The team is called the super-recognizers, and each member has taken a battery of tests, administered by scientists, to establish this uncanny credential. Glancing at a pixelated face in a low-resolution screen grab, super-recognizers can identify a crook with whom they had a chance encounter years earlier, or whom they recognize from a mug shot. In 2011, after riots broke out in London, one super-recognizer, Gary Collins, a cop focussing on gangs, studied the grainy image of a young man who had hurled petrol bombs and set fire to cars. The rioter wore a woollen hat and a red bandanna, leaving only a sliver of his face uncovered, like a ninja. But the man had been arrested years earlier, and Collins had noticed him at the police station – in particular, his eyes. The rioter was convicted of arson and robbery, and is now serving six years.

Memories of Trump’s Wedding

I have an abnormally poor autobiographical memory, but I am certain that in January, 2005, I attended the wedding of Melania Knauss and Donald Trump. I was there as the plus-one of my wife at the time, who had spent a few days in Melania’s company while reporting a cover story for Vogue about Melania’s wedding dress—a Christian Dior cone of white satin, from which the beautiful bride and her fuming sixteen-foot veil materialized as if from a volcano. I had met neither Melania Knauss nor Donald Trump, but, according to the Tiffany-produced invitation, they requested the honor of my presence at their marriage, at the Episcopal Church of Bethesda-by-the-Sea, in Palm Beach, and thereafter at a reception at the Mar-a-Lago Club.

I mentioned this to a few friends, and only one—a poet—took issue with my intent to accept the invitation. Trump, in those days, was merely a self-publicizing real-estate guy who had recently scored a big hit with “The Apprentice,” in which he played the part of a judicious and masterly business magnate. I took the poet’s abhorrence to be more aesthetic than political, and, even if it were the latter, even if she had, in fact, given voice to a sense that a gathering of the very rich and powerful ought to be met with nothing but one’s rejection, there was no question, from an anthropological perspective, of not going. Claude Lévi-Strauss, who presumably hated partying and partiers, would have made the trip to the subtropics. But he wasn’t invited.

The Quiet Power of Maya Lin

Older artists who struggle futilely for recognition often envy those who achieve great success at an early age. But never being able to surpass or even equal a youthful triumph can be a cruel fate for those who believe you are only as good as your latest work. This is the potentially daunting reality that Maya Lin has lived with for three and a half decades, since she skyrocketed to fame at the age of twenty-one, when during her senior year as a Yale undergraduate architecture major she won the open design competition that resulted in the most influential public monument created since World War II: the National Vietnam Veterans Memorial of 1981–1982 in Washington, D.C

also Patagonia’s Philosopher-King and yet another profile of Alessandro Michele

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 2:13 am
by mc-lunar ... ing-today/

While cooler styles have always been with us, from Greta Garbo and Cary Grant to Steve McQueen and Charlotte Rampling, those actors communicate that they are above or outside of emotion, either aristocratically detached or winningly unflappable. In contrast, the thread of resistance to and evasion of spectacular emotionality among many in today’s new generation of stars doesn’t evoke emotional detachment or indifference but rather a tortured mistrust of expression itself—one that, in its understated way, clearly forms its own kind of emotional appeal to the audience at the same time as it dramatizes why the actor must resist making one. In fact, many of today’s most popular young actors communicate to us, in various ways, that they don’t want to perform.

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Sat Sep 17, 2016 4:31 pm
by freddy
The Obsolescence of Capitalism And the Transition to a Resource Based Economy

The objective of this article is to examine the effects of current social and technological trends on the capitalist economic system, and to present a more efficient resource based economy for managing such trends. This is not an in-depth research paper, but rather a broad-based analysis that is intended to spur discussion. Ultimately, this article explores the potential for humanity to radically restructure society, and move from a system of scarcity to one of global abundance. ... b0160a7048

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Sat Sep 17, 2016 8:00 pm
by deadkitty
Drake has now been famous, stratospherically, for more than half a decade and is still predominantly uncool. It is true that he seems, at certain times and from certain angles, to become cool, but he invariably regresses into something corny or petty. He suits up with top-tier college basketball teams but is filmed shooting an air ball in warm-ups; he makes the cover of Rolling Stone only to diss the magazine for bumping him an issue because of Philip Seymour Hoffman’s death. He releases sub-B-side tracks scant months after a year-defining single. He dates the finest single athlete on the planet then jinxes her run at the Grand Slam. It’s as if he approaches coolness only for the sake of sabotaging it more thoroughly.

Gone Guy: On Drake

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Sun Sep 18, 2016 10:32 pm
by Ques

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 7:23 pm
by anshin
dont usually like the new yorker but i thought this was interesting ... -of-a-muse

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Fri Sep 30, 2016 9:57 am
by bels ... e-14062015

I don't know if this is worth reading. I'd like someone who does know to read it and tell me what's wrong with it (if anything, it seems OK to me)

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Fri Sep 30, 2016 1:19 pm
by nope
It's ok. The broad message that fully-automated luxury communism (henceforth FALC) isn't going to magically solve everything is good, but I didn't think the specific issues it raised were particularly compelling.

1. Points out that many (most) "luxury" items are Veblen goods, thus scarcity is the whole point. Therefore we can't just give Cartier watches to everyone. This is crashingly obvious. I think to interpret the stated goals of FALC so literally is missing the point. It seems apparent to me that nobody (not even Aaron Bastani) is actually all that fired up for equally distributing ostentatious fountain pens. I've always assumed that all the champs and designer clothes angle is just lolzy memeing and the actual point is that the standard of living that could be given to everyone for "free" thanks to automation is surprisingly high, so it's primarily functioning as a rejection of the "exaltation of frugal living" that often accompanies communist utopian ideas. The intro specifically mentions this, so I don't know why it goes back to such a literal reading of "luxury" to make this point.

2. Claims that even if all work is automated we can still run out of resources. Also fairly obvious. The example given (electricity required for data centres) is terrible though, such energy use is tiny (a couple of %) and could trivially be achieved with renewable sources right now if anyone cared. In terms of raw materials it's almost impossible to actually "run out" of anything, it just gets less and less economical to extract from the earth. Presumably if everything is automated there's basically nothing else to do with what ever post-money concept we'll be dealing with so the economics of well, everything, but mining in particular becomes moot. Again I don't think the point of FALC is actually that we can all live like the (current, ecologically disastrous) rich and famous. If you are taking full automation as a starting point then abundant clean energy doesn't seem like a difficult ask.

3. Points out that actually automating everything is never going to happen, especially so-called "reproductive labour" (this term is really confusing btw, I don't get why it is the standard term for this stuff. Surely "domestic labour" would be better?). This is actually a good point and one that is massively glossed over in almost all UBI chat. Spending more time with your kids / aging parents is usually the top line example of what we'll be doing with all this additional spare time when we don't need to work to survive. Can totally see some really repressive social norms coming up round this if UBI (or similar) ever happens. Will they be predominately directed at women? Yeah almost certainly. Capitalism didn't come up with misogyny, and is not in fact the root cause of everything bad. Sorry, tedious Marxists. Smashing the heteronormative nuclear family seems like a great plan but I'm not sure FALC really needs to be addressing it.

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Wed Oct 05, 2016 10:28 am
by bels ... 00085.html

FLAX is an important clothing brand that we should think about more often.

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Sat Oct 08, 2016 7:38 pm
by khayandhi
book club thread x articles thread: I've been rereading Manto's "Letters to Uncle Sam". They're still pretty topical. Here's one.

I like the American way of life. I also like the design of your casual-wear shirt. It is both a good design and a good billboard. You can print the latest propaganda item on it every day and move from Shezan to Coffee House to Chinese Lunch Home so that everyone can read it.

But why don't you send us trousers as well? Don't you ever take off your trousers? If you do, you probably ship them to India. There has to be a strategy to it because you send us jackets but no trousers which you send to India. When there is a war, it will be your jackets and your trousers. These two will fight each other using arms supplied by you.

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Tue Oct 11, 2016 10:30 am
by bels
Image ... -and-today

maybe along with the synchronised global workers revolution we can have some nice, dehumanising, modernist housing projects ... .html?_r=0

Wish i could find an article like that Karlo one about L A C A N so I can understand what william and miles are talking about when we play table tennis.

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Sat Nov 19, 2016 8:25 pm
by qalandar
Not a long article but a short story

The Sniper
by Liam O'Flaherty (1897-1984)
Approximate Word Count: 1619

The long June twilight faded into night. Dublin lay enveloped in darkness but for the dim light of the moon that shone through fleecy clouds, casting a pale light as of approaching dawn over the streets and the dark waters of the Liffey. Around the beleaguered Four Courts the heavy guns roared. Here and there through the city, machine guns and rifles broke the silence of the night, spasmodically, like dogs barking on lone farms. Republicans and Free Staters were waging civil war.

On a rooftop near O'Connell Bridge, a Republican sniper lay watching. Beside him lay his rifle and over his shoulders was slung a pair of field glasses. His face was the face of a student, thin and ascetic, but his eyes had the cold gleam of the fanatic. They were deep and thoughtful, the eyes of a man who is used to looking at death.

He was eating a sandwich hungrily. He had eaten nothing since morning. He had been too excited to eat. He finished the sandwich, and, taking a flask of whiskey from his pocket, he took a short drought. Then he returned the flask to his pocket. He paused for a moment, considering whether he should risk a smoke. It was dangerous. The flash might be seen in the darkness, and there were enemies watching. He decided to take the risk.

Placing a cigarette between his lips, he struck a match, inhaled the smoke hurriedly and put out the light. Almost immediately, a bullet flattened itself against the parapet of the roof. The sniper took another whiff and put out the cigarette. Then he swore softly and crawled away to the left.
Cautiously he raised himself and peered over the parapet. There was a flash and a bullet whizzed over his head. He dropped immediately. He had seen the flash. It came from the opposite side of the street.

He rolled over the roof to a chimney stack in the rear, and slowly drew himself up behind it, until his eyes were level with the top of the parapet. There was nothing to be seen--just the dim outline of the opposite housetop against the blue sky. His enemy was under cover.

Just then an armored car came across the bridge and advanced slowly up the street. It stopped on the opposite side of the street, fifty yards ahead. The sniper could hear the dull panting of the motor. His heart beat faster. It was an enemy car. He wanted to fire, but he knew it was useless. His bullets would never pierce the steel that covered the gray monster.
Then round the corner of a side street came an old woman, her head covered by a tattered shawl. She began to talk to the man in the turret of the car. She was pointing to the roof where the sniper lay. An informer.

The turret opened. A man's head and shoulders appeared, looking toward the sniper. The sniper raised his rifle and fired. The head fell heavily on the turret wall. The woman darted toward the side street. The sniper fired again. The woman whirled round and fell with a shriek into the gutter.

Suddenly from the opposite roof a shot rang out and the sniper dropped his rifle with a curse. The rifle clattered to the roof. The sniper thought the noise would wake the dead. He stooped to pick the rifle up. He couldn't lift it. His forearm was dead. "I'm hit," he muttered.

Dropping flat onto the roof, he crawled back to the parapet. With his left hand he felt the injured right forearm. The blood was oozing through the sleeve of his coat. There was no pain--just a deadened sensation, as if the arm had been cut off.

Quickly he drew his knife from his pocket, opened it on the breastwork of the parapet, and ripped open the sleeve. There was a small hole where the bullet had entered. On the other side there was no hole. The bullet had lodged in the bone. It must have fractured it. He bent the arm below the wound. the arm bent back easily. He ground his teeth to overcome the pain.

Then taking out his field dressing, he ripped open the packet with his knife. He broke the neck of the iodine bottle and let the bitter fluid drip into the wound. A paroxysm of pain swept through him. He placed the cotton wadding over the wound and wrapped the dressing over it. He tied the ends with his teeth.

Then he lay still against the parapet, and, closing his eyes, he made an effort of will to overcome the pain.

In the street beneath all was still. The armored car had retired speedily over the bridge, with the machine gunner's head hanging lifeless over the turret. The woman's corpse lay still in the gutter.

The sniper lay still for a long time nursing his wounded arm and planning escape. Morning must not find him wounded on the roof. The enemy on the opposite roof coverd his escape. He must kill that enemy and he could not use his rifle. He had only a revolver to do it. Then he thought of a plan.

Taking off his cap, he placed it over the muzzle of his rifle. Then he pushed the rifle slowly upward over the parapet, until the cap was visible from the opposite side of the street. Almost immediately there was a report, and a bullet pierced the center of the cap. The sniper slanted the rifle forward. The cap clipped down into the street. Then catching the rifle in the middle, the sniper dropped his left hand over the roof and let it hang, lifelessly. After a few moments he let the rifle drop to the street. Then he sank to the roof, dragging his hand with him.

Crawling quickly to his feet, he peered up at the corner of the roof. His ruse had succeeded. The other sniper, seeing the cap and rifle fall, thought that he had killed his man. He was now standing before a row of chimney pots, looking across, with his head clearly silhouetted against the western sky.

The Republican sniper smiled and lifted his revolver above the edge of the parapet. The distance was about fifty yards--a hard shot in the dim light, and his right arm was paining him like a thousand devils. He took a steady aim. His hand trembled with eagerness. Pressing his lips together, he took a deep breath through his nostrils and fired. He was almost deafened with the report and his arm shook with the recoil.

Then when the smoke cleared, he peered across and uttered a cry of joy. His enemy had been hit. He was reeling over the parapet in his death agony. He struggled to keep his feet, but he was slowly falling forward as if in a dream. The rifle fell from his grasp, hit the parapet, fell over, bounded off the pole of a barber's shop beneath and then clattered on the pavement.

Then the dying man on the roof crumpled up and fell forward. The body turned over and over in space and hit the ground with a dull thud. Then it lay still.

The sniper looked at his enemy falling and he shuddered. The lust of battle died in him. He became bitten by remorse. The sweat stood out in beads on his forehead. Weakened by his wound and the long summer day of fasting and watching on the roof, he revolted from the sight of the shattered mass of his dead enemy. His teeth chattered, he began to gibber to himself, cursing the war, cursing himself, cursing everybody.

He looked at the smoking revolver in his hand, and with an oath he hurled it to the roof at his feet. The revolver went off with a concussion and the bullet whizzed past the sniper's head. He was frightened back to his senses by the shock. His nerves steadied. The cloud of fear scattered from his mind and he laughed.

Taking the whiskey flask from his pocket, he emptied it a drought. He felt reckless under the influence of the spirit. He decided to leave the roof now and look for his company commander, to report. Everywhere around was quiet. There was not much danger in going through the streets. He picked up his revolver and put it in his pocket. Then he crawled down through the skylight to the house underneath.

When the sniper reached the laneway on the street level, he felt a sudden curiosity as to the identity of the enemy sniper whom he had killed. He decided that he was a good shot, whoever he was. He wondered did he know him. Perhaps he had been in his own company before the split in the army. He decided to risk going over to have a look at him. He peered around the corner into O'Connell Street. In the upper part of the street there was heavy firing, but around here all was quiet.

The sniper darted across the street. A machine gun tore up the ground around him with a hail of bullets, but he escaped. He threw himself face downward beside the corpse. The machine gun stopped.

Then the sniper turned over the dead body and looked into his brother's face.

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Mon Nov 21, 2016 2:48 pm
by pirxthepilot ... -ads-staff

this is horrific, but seeing senior management at 'serious' news outlets floundering around without a fucking clue it feels like the future of all journalism

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 8:34 pm
by Ques

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 10:50 pm
by rjbman

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Sun Dec 04, 2016 9:46 pm
by Ques

Re: Long articles that are worth reading

PostPosted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 3:28 pm
by khayandhi
Truly excellent article about Gorky and Tolstoy and their tempestuous bromance and "class" and religion and many other such things ... nd-laborer