The fantastic news that all of Mozart’s music in edited scores has been put online hit the papers two days ago. It was made possible by a $400,000 grant paid to the publisher, presumably to cover lost royalties --as if anyone could possibly calculate such a thing. In any case, it was a matter of contract, so who can complain? It’s wonderful that it is all available.
[This essay is from The Writings of F.A. Harper - Volume 2: Short Essays, pp. 39-51.]
For as long as I can remember, this country has gotten itself all worked up every four years or so trying to pick just the right person to be in charge of the executive branch. It’s always a mess, and it always turns out the same way: We elect a president, and everything goes to pot. And now I hear we’re going to have to go through this again!
Despite their intimidating complexity, put and call options are examples of the financial market’s growing ability to shield itself from unnecessary risk. As such, options allow producers and consumers to lengthen the time horizons of their plans and permit a better utilization of resources. By providing a standardized yet flexible method of reconfiguring financial exposure, they allow people in real markets to approach the theoretical ideal more closely.
Warholizer.
It begins with a runny nose, always in early December when the weather gets colder and nature emits strange particles. I’m speaking of the eternal menace of the winter cold, which, experience suggests, can be prevented from turning to flu or other yucky infections by keeping symptoms at bay.
In a recent email, Walter Block wrote, responding some pessimistic comments I had about our libertarian movement:
“Dear Stephan: I never feel like dropping out. Never. No matter what. To me, libertarianism is a most beautiful thing, right up there with Mozart and Bach. Illegitimi non carborundum.
I replied with some comments, and Walter encouraged me to post them, so here they are, lightly edited:
The ball game is a bore, so I switch to C-Span. There’s a bunch of serious guys sitting behind a long, curved desk. I recognize one of them — it’s Arlen Spector. He faces another bunch of guys and gals who are chatting, minutely inspecting the wood paneling of the room, fiddling with their ties. One of the guys is talking — reciting is more accurate — to the bunch of guys behind the massive curved desk. Oh, I see — it’s some kind of congressional hearing. The reciter is a lawyer for the NFL and he’s talking abut the new NFL network.
