Joulukalenterin 14. luukku

Unlike the gods of yore, we have no reason to believe that Big God Internet will always get things right. Thinkers in the Abrahamic tradition spent centuries assuring themselves that their Big God possessed omnibenevolence to match His omnipotence. Descartes rejected sceptical worries about an evil deceiver on the grounds that a good God would never permit it. Leibniz concluded that ours must be the best of all possible worlds, since it is the one that a good God has allowed us. For these thinkers, it was simply too existentially horrifying to allow that they might be in the hands of a vicious or indifferent god.

The internet is an angry and capricious god

Joulukalenterin 10. luukku

What a delight, I thought, what a joy, to know oneself so intimately. I thought of how people say, “How can you know you hate something when you’ve never even tried it?” and how, indeed, you absolutely do not have to try something to know that you hate it, if you truly know yourself.

The Joy of the Hate-Watch

Joulukalenterin 9. luukku

in general, if a Wall Street bank comes to you out of the blue and says “hey we’ll pay you $50 to take some risk off our hands,” you should run away! Wall Street banks are not generally in the business of overpaying for protection that they do not need, and their derivative pricing models are probably better than yours.

It Doesn’t Pay to Be Too Ethical

Joulukalenterin 7. luukku

But even when the lyrics aren’t jokes, the word that completes a couplet often does the work of a punch line, recontextualizing and clarifying what came before it. In “Someone to Love,” “Beth McKenzie got the job of her dreams” is immediately deflated by the mundanity of “retouching photos for a magazine” and then “aimed at teens.” The first rhyme is Wile E. Coyote hitting his head on every branch after he falls off a cliff; the second is the rock that lands on his head after he hits bottom.

Nobody will ever have a career like Adam Schlesinger’s again

Joulukalenterin 5. luukku

I don’t think about criticism in terms of authority. I think about it in terms of charm and persuasion, which anybody can possess. Your authority is in your sentences, in your lede, in how attractive your own prose is. To be a critic is to say, “Try sitting next to me.” That’s the conspiratorial nature of criticism. If you love particular critics, it always feels like they’re talking to you.

How I Get It Done: Parul Sehgal, Book Critic