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meaningless.com: McManus

Life is like a package that arrives in the mail:
a present for your sister.
Unable to open it, you squeeze it,
massage its shape with your fingers.
At first it feels like a squirt gun.
Then it bears resemblance to a miniature loom.
Unable to determine what it is, you set it
on the stove where your sister will be sure to see it.
Then you see that it’s for you, not your sister.
You and she have similar names: unfortunate.
As soon as you realize this, you are frozen:
hands stuck to hips, sneakers fixed on linoleum.
Life is like the moment you freeze,
dozens of thoughts flying through your head.
The knife is on the table.
The ceiling fan has stopped, too.
Suddenly your sister walks in from work,
picks up the package, disappears into the living room.
You hear the sound of paper tearing, a tiny chuckle —
and then a bloodcurdling scream, then nothing.
Life is the experience of waiting as night sets in,
watching the starlight glide in through the windows,
wondering what became of your sister,
but being relieved you didn’t open the package.
–Aaron Belz
Public Choice Theory, by Jane S. Shaw: The Concise Encyclopedia of Economic
- Public Choice Theory
by Jane S. Shaw
Public choice theory is a branch of economics that developed from the study of taxation and public spending. It emerged in the fifties and received widespread public attention in 1986, when James Buchanan, one of its two leading architects (the other was his colleague Gordon Tullock), was awarded the Nobel Prize in economics. Buchanan started the Center for Study of Public Choice at George Mason University, and it remains the best-known locus of public choice research. Others include Florida State University, Washington University (St. Louis), Montana State University, the California Institute of Technology, and the University of Rochester.
Public choice takes the same principles that economists use to analyze people’s actions in the marketplace and applies them to people’s actions in collective decision making. Economists who study behavior in the private marketplace assume that people are motivated mainly by self-interest. Although most people base some of their actions on their concern for others, the dominant motive in people’s actions in the marketplace–whether they are employers, employees, or consumers–is a concern for themselves. Public choice economists make the same assumption–that although people acting in the political marketplace have some concern for others, their main motive, whether they are voters, politicians, lobbyists, or bureaucrats, is self-interest. In Buchanan’s words the theory “replaces… romantic and illusory… notions about the workings of governments [with]… notions that embody more skepticism.”
(DV) Shirazi: Two Ideas of Freedom
- From the page: “Great books may in the end be written by uniquely talented individuals, but from Homer to Tolstoy their greatness always consists in reminding us of our common humanity.”







