The Last Private Thing We Own
By now, most of us have accepted the quiet absurdity of our days: we speak to glowing rectangles, sleep beside them, wake to their alarms, carry them…
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Confession: I Might Be a Gold-Digger (Just Not for Money)
There was a time when I thought gold-digging was a simple, well-defined sport, like tennis or synchronized swimming. You could spot the players easily: usually a young…
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Why Human Society Needs Money to Function—and Ants Don’t
Step outside on a spring afternoon and crouch beside a crack in the sidewalk. Watch long enough and you’ll witness a miracle of coordination; an ant colony…
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The Creature from Jekyll Island; by G. Edward Griffin – a review
There are books that enter the public square with a quiet nudge, and there are books that kick the door wide open. G. Edward Griffin’s The Creature…
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How Reviving an Island Tradition Could Make Neighborhoods Strong Again
A Modern Kula Ring for Communities When I first heard about the Kula Ring, it sounded like the sort of invention that would only make sense if…
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Why The Currency of the Future is Trust
There was a time when the answer to nearly every human problem was money. Need a roof? Pay someone. Need food? Pay someone. Need to feel less…
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Say What You Mean, Mean What You Say, Then Follow Through
I think that most of life’s disappointments can be traced back to someone saying one thing, meaning another, and doing precisely nothing. Maybe a friend promises to…
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Techno-feudalism’s Kafkaesque nature. Where is it going from here?
The kings are dead, but their castles remain. They hover above us, not in stone fortresses but in glass towers and on distant servers, humming with the…
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The Great Cosmic We; Not Me
The wind blew cold from the west and I sat in the coffee shop staring out the dusty pane at the people moving in their little blinks…
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Of Towers and Tables: What We Build Says Everything
There were towers in the city. Concrete towers. Glass towers. Towers that rose like teeth from the earth, biting at the sky. Some of them were crooked,…