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There aren't many worse insults for a human than to be called an animal, but these books--which do just that, at great length--are instead strangely ennobling. They make you realize how much effort we expend every day convincing ourselves that we're different and what a relief it is to admit that we're not. It's lonely here at the top of the tool-using hierarchy--why don't we let down our fur and join the club? If they'll have us, that is. If animals could describe us in return, the results might...
...more traditional meetings: ugly carpeting, stiff conference-room chairs and a screen for PowerPoint presentations. Not exactly the ideal setting, but as an audience member remarks, "This is the Carnegie Hall for economists who are also comedians." For attendees, it's the biggest night of the conference: boisterous comic relief to end a week packed with enticingly titled seminars such as "Arbitrageur of Capital" and "Dynamics of Asset Returns and Liquidity." "Microeconomists are wrong about specific things, and macroeconomists are wrong about things in general," Bauman quips during his set. "Particularly having successfully predicted nine out of the last five...
...history. They were once mutual admirers in Woodrow Wilson's war cabinet, and in 1920 Roosevelt backed Hoover for the presidency--as a Democrat. Hoover's status as the Great Humanitarian, a title bestowed for his heroic Belgian food relief during World War I, had long since been tarnished by his refusal as President to countenance direct government assistance to victims of his own country's Depression. After the Inauguration, Hoover and Roosevelt would never meet again. Their shared ride down Pennsylvania Avenue traversed an endless mile in awkward silence. At the Capitol, 100,000 onlookers had assembled under pewter...
...fifth and final year of studies and spent much of her time working in a battered women’s shelter. Our exchange was cut short by the professor’s arrival, and I sighed in relief because my pathetic hand-rolled cigarette had gone out and I wasn’t about to ask for the lighter again. My relief was brief. I embarked on the first of many biweekly white-knuckle rides, in which my alarmingly Zach Braff-esque professor managed to make his lectures sound like a single ninety-minute long Spanish word.Fast-forward...