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May. 29th, 2012

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Le corbeau et le renard

Le Faré étant mandé
D'réciter des vers français,
Se trouva fort dépourvu
Quand hélas il s'aperçut
Qu'les seuls vers qu'il susse encor
Fussent les ombres de Mordor.
Comment donc mémoriser
Sans que se fassent effacer
Des mots mille fois appris
Et aussi vite repartis?
Mais pardi par la musique
Parfait art mnémotechnique!
Mettre un poème en chanson
Mieux que toutes les leçons
Vous rappelera longtemps
Les paroles sues antan.
Aussi m'essayai-je aux fables
Jadis immémorisables
Et trouvai-je avec plaisir
Qu'les réciter à loisir
Était devenu facile
Malgré ma mémoire sénile.

Bon, ces vers improvisés ne valent pas grand'chose, mais encouragé par mes succès d'alors à mettre en musique certains poèmes de Sully Prud'homme, j'ai il y a deux ans sur ceux de Jean de la Fontaine composé quelques mélodies par lesquelles j'ai enfin réussi à mémoriser durablement deux fables que j'avais honte à ne pas savoir par coeur. Voici donc en Ogg Vorbis ma version du célèbre Le corbeau et le renard (paroles). Les mélomanes reconnaîtront peut-être une brève citation du Carmen de Bizet (Bel Officier).

May. 23rd, 2012

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Thou shalt not steal, not even from the State

I am often disappointed by how some "left-libertarians" as they sometimes call themselves, following Rothbard in his most ill-inspired dalliances: at the same time that they claim to defend individual property rights, they support socialists, communists and collectivist anarchists who attempt to seize ownership of state assets in the name of some collective. As Brad Spangler, such a "left-libertarian" activist, writes:

MONTREAL STUDENT MOVEMENT: There's an old radical saying that rather than being content with the prospect of a whole loaf, let alone half a loaf, we want the whole damned bakery.

My sincere suggestion is that the students in Montreal and elsewhere shift from protesting tuition increases carried out in the name of "austerity" and, instead, make an offer direct to the taxpayers.

That offer is this — let the students and faculty manage the universities as cooperatives funded with voluntary subscriptions and tuition they set rather than taxes involuntarily looted from other producers by (and for the benefit of) the political class.

If cuts must be made, let the students decide where to make cuts — by recognizing the schools as naturally being their own rightful joint property rather than government property.

The state "provides" nothing. Everything it has is stolen. One does not rob when taking anything away from the state.

In short. demand voluntary socialism via the people's own privatization.

Rothbard made almost exactly the same point long ago which I am making now. Confiscation and the Homestead Principle (podcast).

This is so disconnected from both libertarianism and reality that it's hard to know where to begin commenting on such a statement. In summary, some consumers of a service blatantly demand the wholesale robbery of the provider to their profit, and Brad approves, citing "old radicals" (i.e. stalinian communists), as a justifying authority, together with an article by Rothbard that justifies stealing from thieves and from there seizing government property.

‎"People's own privatization", despite Brad's claims to the contrary, is but a glorified word for robbery indeed. Just because the current property holder has an invalid title doesn't automatically qualify the first rival claimant as a good guy with a valid title. Or does it?

If we accept that the second thief becomes a legitimate owner, then it's a great way to launder usurpated wealth and power! After Hitler has no rights in his totalitarian dominion over Germany and confiscation of the property of jews and opponents, does that mean that Stalin is entitled to seize said dominion and property, and is suddenly made a legitimate owner because he took it all from an usurper? In that vein, I suppose George Bush's war were justified because Saddam Hussein was illegitimate; each and every politician and bureaucrat in every country is justified in spending taxpayers' money as he pleases, because the money was already robbed by low-level tax-collecting goons, and robbed again by the higher-level apparatchiks; and each and every mafia don is justified in the wealth he confiscated out of the ill-begotten gains of his underlings. Finally, asset forfeiture laws, instead of being maligned by libertarians, should be applauded, and when a first group of violent cops is found to have unjustly confiscated wealth, then a second group of peaceful cops can legitimately claim it as its own after taking it from the first group. Somehow, I find the consequences of such an argument repulsive, and I don't believe Brad or any libertarian would stand by it.

Maybe then Rothbard's argument doesn't make the second thief a legitimate owner, but instead one to which the same argument applies, and so on, so that by induction, the next thief will be justified, and the next one, etc. Thus the stolen property becomes fuel to legitimize an eternal cycle of violence and robbery. Worse, as more and more wealth becomes touched by thieves, every piece of property slowly becomes tainted by theft, until in the end all is fair game for all to steal, and the notion of property rights soon enough becomes extinct. This hardly counts as a property rights argument; quite the opposite, it's a negation of property rights, the essence of what libertarianism stands for. Frankly, I'd rather see all stolen property be destroyed and ill-acquired buildings burnt to the ground, than let it all become the justification for eternal violence, or worse, some destructive green slime that turns everything it touches into more green slime. Happily, that needs not be.

For one person is missing from this entire pseudo-propertarian argument: the victim. Property rights are not a fragile label giving a forever license to steal when tainted; they are a persistent mark, and require the property to be returned to its legitimate owner or his heirs, however many hands have touched it since it was stolen. Whoever assumes the property of some assets must assume the associated debts and liabilities, too; that includes the duty of returning any tainted portion of such assets to a previous legitimate owner they were stolen from, or existing heirs, when identified. In the absence of identified owner or heirs, the assets may be held in escrow, but cannot be considered forfeited until a long enough time has passed to extinguish any expectation of demonstrable legitimate claim, though not so long a time for the good to perish, which would be waste. Even then, it is extremely bad incentive to ascribe the unclaimed assets to those who recovered it from the thieves, rather than to some uncontroversial charities (as much as can be), preferrably ones benefitting the general pool of victims of same or similar thieves.

Spangler adds: I advocate property rights. Leaving public universities in the hands of the state is not an example of freeing the market. I wonder where respect for property rights fits in Brad's mind. Allowing the first-come robber to seize said universities is hardly freeing the market either. Each and every settled piece of property has existing owners. Abolishing the State is returning that property to its lawful owners, it isn't giving it to a new State made of petty robbers. Not that a big organized State will let itself overrun by petty robbers, anyway; and still if somehow that big State imploded, petty robbers seeing their violent claims unopposed would not be less of a State than the former big State, just a heap of pettier ones.

Besides, the current collectivist robbers that Spangler supports are explicitly not challenging taxes and a State to to forcefully collect them to fund this University; quite the contrary, and despite Spangler's wet dreams, they are advocates of a bigger State, more so forceful extracting wealth from the public to hand it to them newcomers at the game of communist usurpation. Indeed, if somehow the protestors wanted the voluntary funding of a university, without tax money but rather through tuitions and donations, they wouldn't need to protest at all, for they can already do that: it's called a private university and there are plenty of them in Canada. (Certainly, the barriers to entry to starting a university could be lowered, but all the protesters I've interacted with were instead adamant to insist on the State control of higher education through forcefully imposed regulations, standards and licensing.) So it is naïve at best of Spangler to give such sympathetic advice to the protesters as to how they could make libertarian (of sort) demands instead of their current communist ones; he might with no less effect give sympathetic advice directly to the current State bureaucrats on how they could behave like libertarians rather than statists.

I am left to infer that the socialist leaders of this whiny bunch appeal to our "left" libertarian friends out of what could be called "vulgar collectivism": just because he believes they're saying magic words such as "people" or "cooperatives", which evoke some sacred sentiments, and otherwise posing as enemies of the Establishment, Brad and other "left libertarians" side with them. Yet, whatever fantasies Brad et al. may have about what "cooperatives" could possibly be, as opposed to the arguably miserable failures that were all previous attempts at large-scale cooperatives, the one and only system that would be condoned by giving away power to the most impudent loud-mouthed claimants in the bunch would be just that: giving away power to the most impudent loud-mouthed claimants in the bunch. They could call it a "commune" or "cooperative" all they like, and say it is "run by the people" and "for the people", the precedent followed and set would once again be that a self-annointed "avant-garde of the proletariat" can speak in the name of the masses and go on to rob said masses and impose their will over other students, teachers, parents, taxpayers, etc. And of course, if these protesters somehow got granted some or all of what they wanted by the Government, that would make them part of the Establishment that lives off stolen goods, rather liberators returning the stolen goods to the victims. It is sadly not a new thing, and we've seen this communism at work before. In the end, the "left" libertarians are indeed "left-wing" in the ease with which they fall victims to the demagoguery of alleged egalitarianism.

Granting ownership right to the loudest claimant is a most counter-productive way of fighting the Establishment. More than that: the Establishment already has the loudest mouth, by definition. By the dubious principle of "Homesteading" as proposed by Spangler after Rothbard and Hess, these State properties are already being homestead — by the very people most hated by Spangler et al.: the State bureaucrats. These people already occupy and make productive the resources at stake and defend them, forcefully, against rival claimants. Any rule that would grant ownership to current occupants, far from expropriating the Establishment from the resources it grabbed, would only make their ownership of it more complete, to the increased detriment of their current victims (again, the main missing party to that pseudo-libertarian argument).

Maybe instead Spangler, after Kevin Carson and other collectivist anarchists, has very high standards for what it means to homestead land (or property in general), and a very low standard for accepting newcomers as new owners against the claims of previous occupants. I have questioned at length this approach in the past (see for instance my comments on another blog): if these standards mean that you lose rights to any property any time that you stop watching it personally, then it's not much of a property right approach. Are you forfeiting part or all of your property if you invite some people in? if some people move in without your permission? If you go on a vacation trip? If you visit your family? Visit a doctor? Go to the market? Shop at a store (assuming there is any left)? What if you stop watching your belongings while in the bathroom? What if you fall asleep? Can you still claim your property five seconds after it's been seized by newcomers? Five minutes? Hours? Days? Weeks? Months? Years? Decades? If somehow any greedy newcomer can seize the property of previous legitimate owners, then this spells the economic death of the society that adopts such standards for involuntary transfer of ownership, as no one will take pains to create, build, grow, develop, trade, or otherwise produce anything, for that thing would as soon be taken away by the first-come greedy claimant, specialized in looting producers. Unless some loophole is quickly found in such standards and massively exploited, this society will soon be overrun by neighbors with less absurd laws, who will defend their property against the claims of these anti-propertarians, no doubt under complaints by would-be looters that their defense is "violent" and "aggressive". In any case, such rules would be a great regression as compared to the already quite imperfect respect for property rights in current western societies.

Rothbard may be a great philosopher, economist and historian, and yet, Rothbard is far from infallible, and has often ventured with miserable results into fields in which he wasn't qualified. In practical politics particularly, whether domestic or international, his tentative alliances have led him nowhere except to condone criminals and unsavory people on both sides of the political spectrum. Contra Rothbard, I will thus cite one of my favorite authors:

It is no crime to be ignorant of politics, which is, after all, a specialized discipline and one that most people consider to be a "dismal science". But it is totally irresponsible to have a loud and vociferous opinion on political subjects while remaining in this state of ignorance.
Of course, the original author of the quote is Rothbard himself, albeit discussing economics instead of politics.

Politics is the science of force. Force is. It doesn't magically appear or disappear. It follows its own laws. The study of Force certainly isn't completely unrelated to the study of Law, in which Rothbard excelled; but it is nevertheless quite distinct. (I briefly discussed this relationship in my essay Capitalism is the Institution of Ethics.) And so any applicable solution to abolishing monopoly mismanagement of resources should take into account the balance and dynamics of existing forces, and offer a way out that is a win-win proposition to all the existing parties that will partake, and a win-lose proposition for said parties against those that won't. You cannot wish away the costs of politicking and then claim you have an economical solution; you cannot side with some political group and suppose its opposition will magically disappear (if it disappears, it will be through murder); you cannot support violence without expecting an retaliatory escalation of violence.

Now, in all his political endeavors, Rothbard's basic stance has been that USG, the United States Government, is his first and greatest enemy — which is correct — and he therefore supported any enemy of his enemy as his friend — which is absurd. The Czar may have been the first enemy of the russians he dominated, but in a rivalry between the Czar and the bolsheviks, the latter were hardly the friends of the people, and tens of millions discovered to their demise that theirs was several orders of magnitudes more murderous and oppressive a regime than the one that preceded it. Similarly, USG may be an evil exploiter, the violent enemies of USG can be an even worse threat in case they win, and even when they don't, their violent actions cause USG into become more violent rather than less. Sometimes, it is better to recognize that you have no dogs in the fight; and sometimes even, it is indeed better to help quickly put to death the rabid dog rather than let it to either win or infect the other one. As such, for instance, Rothbard's infamous praise of the Vietnam Communist as enemies of USG are particularly disingenious. Rothbard is no authority at all in politics. In the particular piece linked by Brad Spangler, he is naive at best in his praise of Tito's policies as an improvement over not just the Stalinian status quo (which they may well be in this particular case; though you should be wary of praising his policies in general, for as a whole they have taken his country to civil war), but also the american status quo (which is demonstrably absurd, whichever way you measure things).

The privatization that happened in many countries of Eastern Europe as they abandonned communism, however imperfect, at least recognized some sound principles that Rothbard seems to ignore, and that could be systematized: there have been attempts to return property to previous owners in the few cases when they could be identified; sometimes, the new regime identified a class of legitimate creditors of the State (there is a justification for offering compensation to distinguished victims of State oppression, and for considering currently occupied possessions and promises of future welfare payments, if not as ownership titles of said resources, nevertheless as claims of credit against assets to be liquidated). Otherwise, it was recognized that the remaining capital goods should be distributed among the mass of undistinguished victims, the former taxpayers and oppressed subjects of the State. One could endlessly argue how much each one should be entitled to as compared to other people; an equal distribution amongst people without a distinguished title is but a good first approximation, and one that is easier than others around which to gather political consensus. Workers and managers in a company were often recognized a title to some of its assets, but not all of them (and hopefully, not bigger of a share than workers and managers have through stock grants in a typical free market company); for inasmuch as the capital was provided by taxes and oppression imposed on the population at large, that population has a title to this capital. Basically, as Mencius Moldbug points out, the proper treatment of the State is to declare its bankruptcy, collect and liquidate its assets to the benefit of its victims and other legitimate creditors.

However, we're far from the point where we can consider the liquidation of USG yet, or see it replaced by anything but States. One thing is understanding to what conclusions our principles should or shouldn't lead us eventually. Another thing is understanding what they tell us about what we can do today, and what they tell us about how best to advance or not to advance them. And so, in the case of stolen wealth, the foremost mantra of the social doctor should still be: First, do no harm. Wealth may have been stolen, this is no justification for further robbery.

The second mantra should be: stop the harming. Maybe some universities have been funded through stolen money in the form of government subsidies from taxes; but before you consider changing anything to the current management of said universities, it is more important to stop the continuous theft and abolish those subsidies and taxes. The victims in this case are taxpayers; it is more urgent to stop robbing them than to return their previous taxes to them. As I've argued in a previous essay, it is more urgent to free the slaves than to establish whether and how much slaves or slave-owners should be receiving from whom after the slaves are freed; if the slaves receive no compensation at all, it might well be a sad denial of justice; but this denial of justice is totally secondary compared to the continuing injustice that is the continuation of slavery.

The third mantra should be: don't let it go to waste. It might not be clear yet to whom to return how much of which stolen assets, but whoever holds it in escrow must not be authorized to spend them away in booze and whores or the bureaucratic equivalent thereof: high salaries for the managers and their proteges, lavish parties, pharaonic buildings, and worst of all, purchasing pseudo-intellectual propagandists of theft to justify more of it. Instead, demand that the money should be well spent. In the case of public universities, that means making sure that the university is as well managed as a private university, that tuitions and donations cover the operating costs, that spending is in line with the utility offered to students, that students are being offered classes that lead to actual jobs, that professors are not being hired to spread government propaganda.

Finally, we must realize that our ideas will not prevail by coopting the demands of communist agitators and trying to sneak in a few suggestions that are foreign to their very mode of thinking. Our ideas will prevail when we spread them fair and square; when we demonstrate how they work, explain why they work, show why they are right, and gather momentum behind them. That is why we must not expand our energy on negative-sum games of claims and occupations, but build our own parallel structures, including universities, by cultivating positive-sum games of cooperation. We must not make demands and issue slogans, but educate people as to how free markets work, and how they are already abiding by them in their private lives. We must not demand transfer of property to people unrelated to the victims, always insist on the restoration of the rights of individuals being victimized, and if not on compensation of past wrongs, at least on the end of the brutality. We must not spend away the little capital of good will we possess in confrontational situations, but earn more such good will the hard way, through education and through example, in mutually advantageous exchanges.

May. 8th, 2012

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Rocky, Sabaki

In a previous life, Lucía sang me a few notes of a lullaby, that she remembered her daddy sang to her when she was a kid, to the non-sensical words "Rocky, Sabaki". I hadn't heard such a song before, but I promptly completed those five notes into a complete melody, that to me sounds as a most obvious continuation. Later, she would tell me what her dad had been singing to her really was that lullaby everyone knows and every baby machine annoyingly plays, which I identified as Brahm's lullaby, also known in English as "Lullaby and Goodnight". Therefore, from these misremembered notes, I had made a melody of my own. As I finally have a daughter of my own to sing it to, I wrote words of my own to this melody. And out of the rhymes that I originally rejected from the song, I could not resist writing a second stanza.

As usual, you may download a PDF, the Lilypond source, or an autogenerated midi file, as well as this a cappella rendering: Rocky, Sabaki, take 2 (Ogg Vorbis).

Apr. 30th, 2012

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Memories of my uncle Hùng: A Trip to Communist Europe

My uncle Hùng recently passed away. He was a great family doctor, a famous acupuncturist, a talented painter, and an all-around interesting character (though unhappily not such a successful husband or father). Despite having lived in France for about sixty years, he was still speaking with a noticeable accent, and with a strong aversion to conjugating verbs using anything but present tense (there are no tenses, or conjugations at all, in Vietnamese). In his defense, he had initially learned French in just one month (two? three? I don't remember), memorizing one hundred words a day in a scramble to pass an entrance examination to a French-speaking middle school — which he did, however barely.

I had the honor of living at his house for a year, and he taught me many things, including his colorful approach to cooking: always have a variety of foods so every color is present on your plate; also, clean the utensils as you cook. Sometimes, he would tell me stories over dinner, and so here is, to my best recollection, one of his stories, this one about practical Communism (with parenthetical comments I cannot help from adding). I don't remember whether the trip he told me about was to Czechoslovakia, Romania, Hungary, or another country; but that could probably be determined by searching suitable archives. There might even have been several such events at which he was invited, so I may be conflating accounts of multiple trips; but the precise chronology and location of events is largely incidental to the story, so I'll tell it in such a way as for the events I remember from the stories to just succeed one another.

In the 1980s, my uncle had gained some international fame as an acupuncturist, notably after publishing his own treatise and translating some of the Chinese canons of the art. He had been invited to speak at a week-long international conference taking place in some Eastern European "Democratic Republic". (Indeed, communist countries were bankrupt, and could not afford modern Western medicine except for the topmost members of the Party; therefore, they were eager to seek a cheap substitute like acupuncture; furthermore, acupuncture had for it that its main champions were from China, a "brother" communist country. The promotion of acupuncture over Western medicine could thus be branded as another "victory" of Communism over Capitalism. And yet, China not being aligned with Russia means that Eastern European acupuncturists were eager to counterbalance their Chinese colleagues with contributors from anywhere but China to tone down the Chinese dominance.)

After landing, my uncle was received like a VIP by his personal political handler and a translator (who was willy-nilly doubling as KGB snitch when the political handler was absent), and was driven from the airport to his luxurious hotel by a chauffeur in a private limousine. (You see, just because everything belongs to the State and is accounted for as "public", doesn't mean that the "public" actually enjoys the limousine; despite communism, each and every single fragment of enjoyment or suffering in the country was still experienced by "private" individuals. The myth of "Public vs Private" is just an accounting fallacy.) Along the way, everything was beautiful: The roads were well paved, the streets were clean, the surrounding houses were pretty and freshly painted, the people they met looked healthy and happy; you were visiting a calm paradise of a country, if a bit drab and lacking in style. Yet, even at the onset you could tell something was off.

After they were installed in their hotel but before the conference, my uncle and other VIPs were invited to a party offered by some high-ranking government officials, in the VIP lounge of an imposing Olympic swimming pool. As feared, there were some long boring welcome speeches full of political propaganda, made slower by the need of translation; but finally, as some head honcho snapped his fingers, music started playing, and a group of young girls entered the swimming pool in an orderly fashion, then proceeded to give the attendants a show of synchronized swimming. After the show, the young girls were invited to mingle with party officials and VIPs to make friends, and maybe more, while champagne, caviar and other delicacies were served. Life sure was good in communist countries; at least, for the avant-garde of the proletariat.

Now, before, during and after the conference itself, there were ample opportunities to visit famous monuments in the city and the surrounding country. But my uncle noticed that they were always taking the same route, going through the same streets. He asked his chauffeur to use a different route, to see more of the city, but the chauffeur insisted that this was the fastest way, even though, looking at a map, it obviously wasn't very direct. Of course, the chauffeur had been instructed not to go any other way. And so, my uncle argued based on his taste for beautiful cars that the next time, he'd like to be the one to drive the limousine. One way or the other, he managed to go through different streets; it then became obvious why the chauffeurs were instructed to use the official route: because outside of these show streets, the roads were bad, the buildings were ugly and dirty, obviously mismaintained if maintained at all; everything was grey and dirty, and people did not look happy. Complacent tourists were being shown a Potemkin city, but poverty was everywhere else, for them to see if only they insisted in going beyond the places their handlers were taking them.

At some point, my uncle heard that there were fellow Vietnamese men working in this Eastern European country, with a large colony of them at some factory outside of town. He decided to visit them after the conference hours. After a long drive and some asking befuddled locals for directions, there he was, his luxurious official limousine parked in front of the pathetic building occupied by those foreign workers. The man in underwear who greeted him in was even more surprised than he was; but promptly, he welcomed my uncle to these communal barracks where many slept in the same room, with minimal comfort if any, and offered tea and whatever little food they had to this unexpected guest; in return my uncle offered his services as a doctor, which were a boon to these poor factory workers who weren't allowed to see one except in extreme cases. The workers and my uncle could speak in Vietnamese, a language not spoken by the translator, and so could speak freely without fear of government reprisals, and discuss everything: their personal stories, the situation in Vietnam, France, and that Eastern European country. These expatriate workers gladly accepted their miserable working conditions, because they were no worse than in Vietnam, and the pay was better: however poor was communist Eastern Europe, communist Vietnam was worse. These workers were closely watched and had very little freedom to visit the country in which they were working, and even less money to spend, for all the money they earned went back to Vietnam where remained the family they were sorely missing and for whom they were working so hard. Indeed, no one was allowed out of the country without a family staying home to serve as hostages in case they'd somehow decide to Go West. Eventually, this visit ended and my uncle left, to arrive back at his hotel late at night.

Arriving at the hotel, my uncle realized that some things were slightly wrong. There was more animation in the hotel than he expected that late; Russians from the KGB were present, orchestrating something. He was quickly ushered to his room; but as he kept hearing noise and could not sleep, he eventually sneaked out; and there he discovered that some spy game was being played in the hotel's interior court. Apparently, the KGB was having some kind of practice session of stealth fighting in urban settings (probably as part of the same program that Ion Pacepa revealed: training Arab and South American terrorists in satellite countries so as to conduct political assassinations with plausible deniability).

I wish I remembered more of these stories. I wish I had asked my uncle to write them down, or tell them in front of a recording device, while he was still alive. Oh well. I miss you, uncle Hùng.

PS: My mom has some complementary information on that story. The country where that conference took place was Bulgaria. One thing that struck my uncle was the difference in atmosphere as compared to Western countries, as soon as you crossed the borders: in Communist Europe, the air felt heavy and crushing; not just the men, but the earth itself, the buildings exuded oppression: the terror of the political police was indirectly affecting every gesture, every habit, even (or even more so) in the parts of the country that were for display to foreigners. Also, the lease by the Vietnamese government of cheap indentured migrant workers was a systematic large-scale operation, organized for communist Vietnam to pay in nature its large debt to "brother" communist countries, that had heavily financed its war of foreign conquest (however the Western media, after communist propaganda, try to paint the Vietnam War as a popular uprising). Vietnamese workers were paid well below the already little the local workforce was paid (which also explains why they couldn't afford to buy anything locally, lest they find some way to engage in criminal activities outside their long work hours); and from this meager pay, the government would confiscate the major part. And yet, Vietnam was so miserably poor that not only did volunteers abound to go work in these foreign countries in such unenviable conditions, but they were ready to pay officials big bribes to be chosen to go. There was also the hope of Going West after the end of the indenture contract, at which point the communist apparatchiks, possibly mollified by another bribe, might fail to harm the hostage family. Indeed, most of these workers did not return to Vietnam at the end of their contract, though few of them made it to the West; instead, they stayed more or less legally in their new country. There, apart from a few individual success stories, these workers constituted some minority group within the lumpen-proletariat; in that group, criminality was high and the Vietnamese mafia is notorious in Eastern Europe (I remember a Romanian friend just after the fall of communism asking me about Vietnamese immigrant criminality as the first thing that came to his mind as I told him I was half-Vietnamese). My uncle, when visiting Vietnam some years later, also met some distant cousins who made a fortune in Russia's Vietnamese mafia, and, visiting back their country of origin, were being admired and envied for the indecent display of their ill-begotten wealth. So much for the victories of Communism.

Apr. 29th, 2012

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Boston Lisp Meeting: Thursday 2012-05-17 Zach Beane on Quicklisp

A Boston Lisp Meeting will take place on Thursday, May 17th 2012 at 1800 at MIT 32-D463 (Star conference room). Zach Beane will speak about Quicklisp.

Additionally, we will have two Lightning Talks. James Knight will discuss his ideas on how Common Lisp hackers could better collaborate. François-René Rideau will present recent Common Lisp hacks including ASDF 2.21, λ-reader, inferior-shell, and more.

1 Zach Beane on Quicklisp

Quicklisp is a library manager for Common Lisp. It works with your existing Common Lisp implementation to download, install, and load any of over 700 libraries with a few simple commands. http://www.quicklisp.org/beta/

Zach Beane, also known as Xach, is a Common Lisp hacker known for the cool toys he builds and his "just do it" attitude.

2 Lightning Talks

At every meeting, before the main talk, there are two slots for strictly timed 5-minute "Lightning Talks" each followed by 2 minutes for questions and answers.

James Knight will discuss his ideas on what Common Lisp hackers could do to improve how they share software.

François-René Rideau will present recent Common Lisp hacks: xcvb, asdf, package-renaming, asdf-encodings, asdf-bundle, λ-reader, reader-interception, inferior-shell, rpm, fare-memoization, fare-utils.

3 Time and Location

The Lisp Meeting will take place on Thursday, May 17th 2012 at 1800 (6pm) at MIT 32-D463 (Star conference room).

The Star conference room, MIT 32-D463 on the fourth floor of the Ray and Maria Stata Center, 32 Vassar St, Cambridge MA 02139. NB: there are two sets of elevators, you want to use those on the south-western side, further away from Main St.

MIT map: http://whereis.mit.edu/?go=32

Google map: http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Stata+Center,+Vassar+Street,+Cambridge,+MA

Many thanks go to Professor Gerald J. Sussman for arranging for the room, and to MIT for welcoming us.

4 Dinner

We don't have any sponsors to offer us dinner, but we're big boys and can provide for ourselves. Before we start the conference, we'll organize a big pizza order, where those who want can chip in; after the conference is when we'll eat it.

5 More about the Meeting

We are resuming the Boston Lisp Meeting after a hyatus of over a year and a half.

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Apr. 28th, 2012

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Pascal's Wager, or Infinitimidation.

Shankar Raman, at the Cambridge Science Festival, gave a presentation seriously offering us to take Pascal's Wager. According to Pascal's famous argument, the small chance of an infinite payoff of eternal salvation justifies that one should live "as if God existed", even if one doesn't think it very likely that He does indeed exist. Shankar contrasts the argument no less seriously with the mirror case in Shakespeare's Hamlet: in the play, the namesake character contemplates committing suicide, but is kept from it by the fear of the infinite associated cost of an alleged eternal damnation.

Seriously? Come on. If we are to truly accept Pascal's argument, we must not only worship the Catholic God in favor of which Pascal argues, but all the Gods of each and every religion that we're offered, from Anu to Zeus via Kali, Odin and the Flying Spaghetti Monster; we must fear each and every announced catastrophic end of the world and everything we hold dear, from the Sun God getting angry to our failure to offer him a daily human sacrifice, to the entire planet warming into an unlivable hell hole for our failure to sacrifice all that makes our lives worth living; we must prepare for every imminent rapture or return of a Messaiah whereby we will be damned if we fail to submit to the edicts of those who prophesize said events.

In the end, an "infinite payoff" is but intimidation, a trick to focus the victim on one imposed "choice" where only one alternative is acceptable. If this were a universal argument rather than an ad hoc fallacy, we'd have to give all superstition peddlers an equal opportunity to intimidate us, and we would soon then be faced with as many mutually incompatible forced choices each with their totally hypothetical infinite payoffs; and how are we to compare all these infinites? We cannot simultaneously follow two different gods who demand we kill all the infidels, at least not without killing ourselves for following the other god, which would in turn anger other suicide-forbidding gods.

The whole point of positing infinites is for crooks to deny to suckers the ability to make actual rational comparisons on which to base moral choices, so as to turn them into puppets in the power of their forked-tongued masters. I have discussed this topic in the past in my article Sacred is the Enemy of Moral: "To make something sacred is to remove it from the realm of morality: it is to deny the moral dignity of man, his freedom and his responsibility, when faced with choices about precisely those things most precious to his existence."

Now let's have a little bit of humility here, and admit that we are finite creatures indeed; our lives, even made "eternal" (whatever that might possibly mean), only have finite value, however larger that may be than we usually care to examine — not unimaginably larger, though, for people do rationally take life-threatening risks or even wantonly sacrifice their lives at times. The odds of such extraordinary claims as advanced by the proponents of your usual religious superstitions are themselves so extraordinarily negligible as to warrant a negligible weight in our decisions, even with a (exponentially unlikely) fantastic factor distinguishing the value of an alleged "eternal" life from your very real worldly life.

The attempts by crooks to manipulate us with fallacies do warrant a response, but this response is neither to believe what they say, nor to necessarily believe the opposite of what they say (or they could manipulate us through reverse psychology): it is to recognize these crooks as such, and taint what they say, and what other people say as repetition of their arguments, as fallacies to be ignored, and those who fall for the fallacies or even spread them as weak and contagious minds, who may become dangerous if they don't practice proper mental hygiene.

At least this talk gave me the opportunity to speak in a microphone in a Christian Church and suggest that people who take the argument seriously shouldn't forget to make their daily human sacrifices to Quetzalcoatl. Thank you, Shankar Raman, for the opportunity. Shame on you, whoever hired that crook as a professor.

Apr. 7th, 2012

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Unevaluated Models

There is no experimental science whatsoever where there is no experiment. Now history, whether political, economical or climatic, doesn't obviously lends itself to experiments: you can't rewind the flow of time and repeatedly measure the effects of introducing just one change in parameter at a time. Hence macroeconomics or climatology are but pseudo-science when they drape themselves in the mantle of experimental science just because they use mathematical models that superficially resemble those of physics and biology.

These models are most often but a way to smuggle arbitrary conclusions, encoded in the very structure of the model and/or choice of fudge factors, in a way that confuses the incautious reader into believing these conclusions are the output of a scientific process rather than the input of a pseudo-scientific fraud. Attempts to question the process are met with intimidation out of the pseudo-authority of the pseudo-scientists. The pseudo-scientific pseudo-peers are thus elevated to the priesthood of a pseudo-atheist church, the hierarchy of which chooses which models to bless as official, which better spin doctors to co-opt as part of the hierarchy, which models to dismiss as having "undesirable" conclusions, and which dissident voices never to promote. These churches can then leverage their usurped authority to negotiate their spot in the sun among the Establishment and extract their share out of the pie of politically stolen riches.

Now, the inability to start from "identical" conditions and redo an experiment using either the same or different parameter values doesn't mean that models are altogether impossible to evaluate in historical contexts, and therefore necessarily worthless. Not only can you (and should you) evaluate these models in terms of internal consistency and consistency with other models that are indeed experimentally validated, you can compare them to each other in terms of predictive power: you can compare the actual facts in the recorded past to the predictions the model could have made in an even further past based on information then available, and see how these predictions themselves compare to those of other models in terms of accuracy, including whatever popular benchmarks or previously acclaimed models you claim to enhance upon. These benchmarks ought to include the best competition, as well as various "null" or "random" models, in which, for various understanding of what things are independent parameters and what other things are derived variables, the parameters are assumed not to change, or to change randomly. And even there, some caution must be taken to distinguish predictions made from data actually available at the time, from predictions made from data retrospectively available from that time; yet evaluation based on retrospective data can also be used to evaluate models, since hindsight may be 20/20 for some directly measured input parameters, yet can be much less than that for other derived output variables, which can help filter bad models of said variables.

Shouldn't such an evaluation be a standard requirement without which any paper proposing a model as the basis for predictions and policy recommendations (as opposed to merely a mathematical toy that might be used in future scientific research) would be rejected sight unseen? After all the burden of the proof always lies in the proponents of a theory, and a statistical regression test or a historical theory should be part of any scientist's due diligence procedure before to claim that the theory models reality better than other theories. Yet I never see any such measure accompanying models that are published, and still most of the time I see papers ending in policy recommendation with a pretense of scientific backing. From which I conclude that even though there could conceivably be some science in mathematical models of the economy or the climate, nonetheless precious little such science is to be found in most of what currently passes for economics or climatology, which is only propaganda used to push political agenda. My guess is that most of the people who are proficient enough to develop good mathematical models of the world and apply them with integrity to the scientific prediction of future events, are already busy making millions in the finance industry, whereas those who stay in the pseudo-scientific academia are mostly the power-hungry fakes and the superstitiously believing sheeple, who are in it to climb the ladder of the pseudo-scientific hierarchy and defend it from the unbelievers who would reveal its fraud.

PS: If there are people with integrity in the economic or climate modeling industries, they will hopefully soon start a "Journal of Verifiable Economic Modeling" and a "Journal of Verifiable Climate Modeling", where no paper is accepted unless it includes all the code, all the raw data with a certified chain of sources, all the manual "corrections" and "fudges" with adequate justificatory annotations for each and every one of them, and, most importantly, a statistical analysis of the past predictive power of the model (depending on both past date the prediction could have been made and past future date the prediction was made for), as compared to other benchmark models and to any other model that is claimed to be improved upon.

Mar. 27th, 2012

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How (not) to (re)view Atlas Shrugged, The Movie

A friend and colleague of mine inquires as to my reactions to David Brin's review of Atlas Shrugged, the movie. Unhappily, Brin's criticism of Ayn Rand is totally off-mark, and tells much more about Brin than about Rand. But if the misconceptions Brin authoritatively and dishonestly spews as facts are shared in any way, my here response will perhaps help dispel them in some of my readers.

I'll address first the most important point of Brin's essay, that he brings up "last but not least" in his hard to read screed, and to which my friend attracts my attention: “Elsewhere, I've revealed the biggest and most telling red flag about Ayn Rand — one that I've not seen mentioned elsewhere. It is that none of her über role-model characters, at any level or in any way, ever indulge in the most basic human project — bearing and raising and loving and teaching children.”

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Jan. 6th, 2012

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"It can jump to one hundred times its size!"

Endlessly repeated as an echo from Mount Stupid, the invitation to consider with amazement how fleas can jump to one hundred times their height, or how other small animals are capable of similar jumps to whatever multiple of their size.

Now, given some cellular technology, some animal muscle can store and release a kinetic energy proportional to its mass in one extension of the muscles. Various animals will also have the same order of magnitude in muscle to non-muscle ratio, and in muscles usable in a maximal extension, for too great a disbalance would probably be a waste of muscle, or the unability to escape predators. Therefore, the kinetic energy that any animal can release in single action is roughly proportional to its weight by a factor Em = E/m. Any animal that jumps upward may thus jump to roughly the same height z=Em/g, independently from its size.

Of course, some species tend to do better than others, and within species there will be plenty of individual discrepancy; but the performance varies with metabolic efficiency, muscle to non-muscle ratio, and specialization to the task of jumping, not with size. Common excited remarks from documentaries that "this (tiny) animal can jump up to one hundred times its height" are thus particularly misleading, and odiously insulting to the listener's intelligence. They are misdirections making people more ignorant rather than more knowledgeable, by smuggling in the implicit assumption that how high an organism jumps should be roughly proportional to its size, and that animals for which this doesn't hold are somehow notable.

A better documentary would instead explain how the alleged "feat" fits in a better informed set of expectations. A measure of height jumping performance would be in terms of absolute height reached, not in height relative to animal size. That fleas jump much lower than humans or cats show that they are not that good at jumping after all. What does that say about the other factors in jumping performance? It might be notable that fleas be specialized towards jumping at all; what does that tell us about their life cycle and the evolutionary pressures that shapes it? We may expect metabolic performance of muscles (plus supporting infrastructure) to have been optimized long ago by harsh evolutionary pressures and to not vary wildly across species; or does it? Between the flea and other jumpers, the muscle ratio is probably what varies most, and is obviously lower for fleas than for cats. But is this muscle ratio in the expected range for other animals their size, or is it not? Interestingly, how much does this ratio vary across animals of a same species, across unrelated species of similar size, or across related species of varying sizes?

The laws of nature are not scale-independent. Stories based on size-changing rays may make for pleasant fantasy, they are anti-science fiction rather than science fiction. Stories explaining how things work at each scale, how these scales feel different and mutually weird, and how phenomena at one scale are related to phenomena at other scales, are more enlightening. Anthropomorphizing phenomena is often but the failure to even try to understand.

"A common man marvels at uncommon things; a wise man marvels at the commonplace." — Confucius

Dec. 25th, 2011

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The Spirit of Christmas: A Millenial Battle

Thousands of people gathering in an expensive dedicated hall, to listen to the pathetic blatterings of a third-rate preacher, and the sub-par singing of their fellow gatherers. Most of them not believing any of the words spoken; indeed most of them not even possessing a conceptual model of what these words could possibly mean that they might believe were or weren't true. What are they doing? Communing.

Communing: the gatherers signalling that yes indeed they are part of the same tribe, that they may expect mutual support towards who complies to the tribal rules, and punishment to who transgresses. Tribal identification is not to be lightly derided; it is a very useful adaptation. Indeed, a tight knit tribe is necessary to defend against the harsh perils of nature, and particularly so against predators, the most dangerous of which being the two-legged kind. Signalling is a useful way to discriminate in favor of those who partake in the non-aggression and mutual defense pact and against those who don't, by being cheap to those who share the underlying mental structure being signalled, and onerous to those who don't. A shibboleth to distinguish the outsiders from tribe members. Being offensive or at least terribly annoying to non-believers is thus a verily intended feature of cultural rites, whether they are about celebrating the birth of the "lamb of god" promised victim of a human sacrifice, beheading your own sacrificial lamb to commemorate the willingness of some patriarch to subject his own son to a previous human sacrifice demanded by religious authorities, commemorating the military victory of some ancient gang of nationalistic religious zealots, or following the made up racist holiday of a communist fanatic.

But tribal identification and signalling of such don't scale to a greater civilization beyond an actual tribe. Obviously to all the annoyed witnesses who loath their intellectual inferiors, the conceptual baggage of superstition that accompanies obsolete rites is a hindrance to pursuing the benefits of modern science. But less obviously to this intellectual elite, tribal identification in a larger society is dangerous in that it empowers crooks who manipulate the masses: whereas the chief of a small tribe is directly accountable on his life to each and every tribe member that his actions would have seriously pissed off, a coalition of crooks that conquers Political Power over a large nation can make itself essentially impervious to any negative feedback from the people it dominates, and therefore largely unaccountable for its bad decisions, except inasmuch as it must keep doing whatever evil dealings it takes to stay into Power, or lose It to a coalition of less scrupulous crooks who will. Of course, that intellectual elite is the very class of crooks that seizes power over the tribal rabble that they despise, easily faking the primitive mental structures signalled by the rites, and manipulating the masses into subservience through their own, newer and more subtle superstitions. Which is why a self-interested double-thinking usually directs them to being quick at seeing and pointing out the "obvious" but secondary explanation, while at the same time being blind to the "unobvious" but more important phenomenon and directing attention away from it, intellectually superior that they may pride themselves to be.

In a greater civilization, the benefits of social cooperation cannot rely on a shared intent toward an identified common good; the transaction costs in building such consensus would be unaffordable. Rather, the alignment of interests amongst myriads of varied people it is achieved through peaceful market interactions, with price levels providing the closest thing to a distributed consensus about "social utility". Inasmuch as Civilization constitutes an extended tribe, respect for the Law is its entire purpose, as well as its tautological Shibboleth; members are not the citizens of a same City defending its walls, but the lawizens of a same Order defending its Laws. Unhappily, few have yet conceptualized the breakthrough of abandoning citizenship for lawizenship, and the existence of a "Natural" Law that could universally embrace all individuals in a common Order. Still, this Order is implicit in many of the behaviors that emerge in our current embryos of Civilization, and we must therefore rejoice indeed at how befitting it is that the Winter Solstice should have remained throughout millenia, and despite all attempts by religious bullies to take it over, a celebration of peaceful market interactions: voluntary giving to close family and allies of commercially acquired consumption goods.

Dec. 13th, 2011

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To Live Free, To Live Well / Vivre libre, vivre bien

I wrote this text in French for a rare French-speaking libertarian book project, "La main invisible", to be published next year. I couldn't resist translating it to English. Thanks to Harry Browne's How I Found Freedom In An Unfree World for a lot of inspiration, and to Stefan Kinsella for a refresher. Now to live up to it.   J'écrivis cet essai pour le rare projet de livre libéral francophone "La main invisible", prévu pour être publié l'an prochain. Après avoir négocié un sujet qui m'inspirait, pour lequel je dois remercier Harry Browne et récemment Stefan Kinsella, je fus fort aidé par le cadre strict, mise en page décidée à l'avance (qui me suggéra l'acrostiche) la taille limitée, et la date butoir rapprochée.
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Nov. 13th, 2011

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I Like to Bike to the Moon


That tenth day of May 2009 (thank my archived PAA for propping me where my memory falters), I took Lucía on one of her dear (un)expected "surprise adventure days", biking with her to a surprise destination which happened to be the Arnold Arboretum's Lilac Sunday, a prototypical Stuff White People Like activity, that though it was free was attended by strictly none of the inhabitants of the nearby ghettos. It was a beautiful day indeed; we stopped for food in a dominican restaurant along the way, and choked on a Mofongo while Alex Bueno was singing Me va. On my way there, I spontaneously composed one song, and composed another song on my way back. Here is the first of the two songs, I like to bike to the Moon, with a few small improvements since the original version. I have only recently found a proper activity to pursue on the sea of Tranquility, with my inspiration rekindled by Becka. Interestingly, Lucía didn't like it then, for the same reason that Becka likes it now: because of its not-so-hidden sexual interpretation.

Here it is, now transcribed using Lilypond (source, PDF).

And to give you an idea, here is a recording of me singing it a cappella: I Like to Bike to the Moon, take 2 (in Ogg Vorbis).

Yet another song that I'd like to record, with the proper band of merry musicians...

Nov. 9th, 2011

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Flowers Don't Grow in the Sea


The most pleasurable dreams I experience are not wet dreams, they are musical dreams. Such dreams are rather rare, but dreamtime is the only time I truly and fully conceive music, with Melody, Harmony and Instrumentation all in place. However, when I wake up, I can only dimly remember one musical sentence, and by the time I write down the first few bars of melody, the rest is gone. Last March 22nd, I had a particularly vivid musical dream, involving a song, what more including lyrics, which is even rarer, as well as psychedelic hard rock guitar riffs. Though it was early in the morning, I was too excited not to get up, waking up poor Becka in the process, and kept singing the little I remembered of the song until it was all written down, all three-four bars of it. That day, I finished a stanza, then wrote most of another; I eventually wrote some ideas for further stanzas, all based on repetitions of the same musical theme, but never finished them.

Indeed, whereas Melody to me comes most naturally, Lyrics are for me the hardest of things to write. I have a hard time with the associative emoting that makes for decent poetry and songs, as I am trained to enable a very strong bullshit filter all the time on things I pay attention to. Yet I have high standards for Lyrics: they have to have the correct meaning, they must rhyme, their scansion must fit the rhythm of the song, and there must be a high signal rate per syllable, using proper metaphors, double-meanings, alliterations, etc. But neither the French nor the English language is an intimate friend who'll share his secrets openly to me; to get answers from them, I have to keep questioning them, using torture implements such as dictionaries and rhyming dictionaries, or when offline, reciting the alphabet to find a rhyming word. Even then, they often remain silent, refusing to tell me what I want them to say.

Now, last weekend, I was taken to a Burning Man Decompression party, and being the awkward self I am at public parties, I took out my Personal Analog Assistant, a Music Moleskine. I was intending to work on another song that I'm writing for Rebecca, about which I've also been stuck for many months, but the band on the stage was playing some psychedelic rock, and that set me in the mood to continue the dream song instead. Still unable to find the words I wanted, and not remembering exactly what I had written so far, I started to improvise melodies and counter-melodies on top of base being played. This got me inspired and found ideas for most the third stanza, and elements of a new, fourth stanza.

The next day, I completed the four stanzas; But the last stanza didn't end on a positive note, and I didn't want the song to finish like that, nor did I feel like starting a fifth stanza. Now the counter melodies I had been dabbling with inspired me to add an epilogue to these existing stanzas, rather than adding more of the same. Two of the counter melodies had been inspiring a beginning lyrics, and while completing them, I found that the song was more balanced putting one of the counterpoint melodies in the middle rather than at the end. By the end of the weekend, the song was all written, except for minor subsequent corrections. Here it is, now transcribed using Lilypond (source, PDF).

It doesn't sound as much without accompaniement, but to give you an idea, you can listen to me singing it a cappella, transposed down to D minor: FDGitS, take 2 (in Ogg Vorbis).

Now to find a band of merry musicians with whom to record this and other songs I wrote...

Sep. 28th, 2011

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Fall of an Empire

The Roman Empire was not economically stable. It was held together by a parasitic military regime, that could only be fed with a permanent influx of plundered riches, enslaved prisoners of wars, and stolen lands.

After the low hanging fruits were reaped, only remained to be conquered poor or remote countries that were not worth the cost of being subjugated — including the cost of maintaining a cohesive Empire over such a large swath of land with the administrative technologies of the time. With the diminishing returns of external plunder, the Establishment had to resort more and more to internal plunder to satisfy its need for riches, resulting in a general impoverishment of the Empire's population and an according shrinking of the Establishment's tax base.

Diocletian's economic totalitarianism, with its combined inflation and price fixing, hereditary jobs and religious tyranny, all imposed by the most righteous of men, indeed a wilful emulator of Cincinnatus, were the death throes of the Roman Empire as a unified central government before it exploded into parts. When intelligent dissent had been quelled for centuries, no wonder our "hero" had only idiotic mass-criminal policies to "Save the Union".

Whereas the conquering Republic could levy an army strong of many hundreds of thousands of citizens from just Rome and its immediate vicinity, the last Emperors of Rome could hardly gather a few tens of thousands of mostly germanic troops in all their Empire to nominally defend their title against foreign invaders. Isn't it remarkable indeed that the more numerous citizens of the richer and more civilized Empire would let themselves conquered by hordes of prehistoric barbarians, and only find other such barbarians to defend them?

Yet, all this shows is that it is easier to find poor men eager to grab their share of loot as victorious conquerors of a rich country, than relatively more comfortable men in said country willing to risk their lives to defend the privileges of a loathed Establishment. There was little popular resistance, both cause the people had nothing to resist for, and nothing to resist with. If the central government had ever been good at one thing, it was at violently quenching any attempt of local people to organize in the defense of their rights against or outside its own arbitrary administration. Now that this administration had burnt its fuel, i.e. their lives, the citizens were as unable as unwilling to do more for it. The barbarian invaders might not have been liberators, their yoke wasn't worse than that of the late Roman Empire, and its renewed totalitarian bureaucracy, the Catholic Church, with its anti-economic, anti-materialist ideology of a near but future paradise, right after the coming End of the World. As I wrote earlier, in The Priority of Virtues:

Thus, when the Roman Empire fell to Germanic and Hunnic invaders, it had turned into a totalitarian bureaucracy where even "free" men were burdened by extraordinary taxes and exacting regulations, whereas the Germans and Huns still applied Common Law amongst each other, and were tied by personal bonds rather than impersonal Statutes. Unlike the "citizens" of the Roman Empire, the barbarians still had a Self to fight for and to assert violently. Ignorant and unrefined as they may otherwise have been, the Germans knew some essential principles of Law that had been lost in the Roman Empire. In a very strong and essential sense, they were more civilized than the populations they conquered.

Which only reminds me how the famous Will Durant quote is more current than ever: A great civilization is not conquered from without until it has destroyed itself from within.

Sep. 11th, 2011

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Remembering 9/11

In imitation of many French socialists, my 9/11 commemoration is that of the events of September 11th, 1973, in Chile. However contra socialists, I greet the General Pinochet as a tyrannicide, the savior of Chile, and loathe Allende as its tyrant and destroyer. At the same time, we must remember that Allende was not killed by Pinochet, but by a Cuban agent, whom Castro had entrusted with the mission of making sure that Allende, a liability while alive, would eventually die "a hero" — like that other monster Guevara before.

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Jul. 10th, 2011

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Taxes are Anti-social

The first lesson of Economics (possibly its one and only lesson) is the notion of Economic Cost, or Opportunity Cost. Everything else follows. Including the fact that taxes are anti-social: they destroy the social fabric by stopping cooperation between citizens, and enthrall the least productive people to corporations (whether "public" or "private").

To illustrate the notion of Opportunity Cost, consider a man who proudly explains how he's saving a lot of money by building his own house himself, or by accomplishing any other task in which he is unskilled, rather than pay an expensive professional to do the job. Someone who understand Economics would retort that in examining whether or not he's actually saving money, he should indeed take into account how much it would cost to have the job done by a professional, but he should also take into account the time and other resources he spent accomplishing the task, and the money he could have made by spending those resources doing other things, such as working extra hours at his regular job or at a side job.

Odds are, he could have made more money in a profession that he is skilled in, used that money to pay a specialist to do the task at hand, and still have some extra money left to use for additional things. Indeed, if he is good enough at the amateur task that he can save more by doing it than by doing his best paying job, then he might consider leaving his job and become a professional at that "amateur" task.

Other factors may appear in the story. One might for instance argue that accomplishing the task oneself brings pride and satisfaction of its own, that the physical or intellectual activity involved in the task brings balance that complements one's professional activities, that the task at which one was unskilled precisely develop skills one desires to acquire, that the way the task is accomplished is a venue for self-expression. Such non-monetary values are important factors that matter indeed; but then one shouldn't put forward "saving money" as the rationale for doing the task oneself; instead these other values should be put forward.

There are also reasons beside non-monetized values that might justify doing unskilled work over buying someone else's skills. For instance, one's activities might not be elastic: one's main job may not allow for either extra hours or for a side job, or one's ability to sustain this main job may be limited; then indeed accomplishing the task might be monetarily efficient, at the margin; but then, at the margin, one might be well-advised to set up shop making that one's side job. Of course our protagonist might have other good reasons not to switch his main or secondary profession to accomplishing similar tasks: the market for similar amateur tasks is too small, or risky, or regulated or even declared illegal; he might have a limited tolerance for such task, or the inability to satisfy the tastes of customers when they differ too much from his; transaction costs on such a task may be too high. etc.

The role of Economics is not to dismiss such non-monetary factors, but precisely to insist on how important they are in making a decision that in monetary terms should be seen as unobvious at best, and quite possibly a mistake. Economics does not try to reduce all human values to the monetary amounts that are exchanged or preserved, but instead insists in confronting us explicitly to the valuations that we do make implicitly when we claim that we prefer some allocation of resources to some other allocation of the same resources.

So much for Economics.

Now, suppose that taxes are introduced in the equation.

No longer able to freely trade with other people, our protagonist reconsiders whether to hire a skilled specialist or to do things himself. Say that without taxes, it would have taken him the salary and/or profits from 4 days of work to afford the services of a specialist; then only if he could do the task in 4 days or less could he have gained to do it himself (modulo adjustment to other values that he finds or abhors in doing the task). But if the many taxes (sales tax, income tax, etc.) amount to (say) one third of one's revenues, then the specialist will have raised his price by 50% to be able to cover the cost of his labor; now our protagonist needs 6 days worth of work pay to be able to afford for the same task. What more, since the same taxation applies to himself, he has to work 9 days to actually receive 6 days worth of pay. It now becomes profitable of him to eschew 9 days of his skilled but taxed work in exchange for something that is only worth 4 days of his unskilled but untaxed labor. As a result of taxation, he will do inefficiently with unskilled labor what could have been done efficiently with skilled labor. The deadweight loss due to taxation is 5 days of his skilled work, lost to him first and then to society as a whole.

Now multiply this example all over society; for each and every task that people could delegate to each other, the task won't be delegated unless the efficiency gained from skilled labor (after transaction costs) surpasses the inverse square of the complement of taxes. The corresponding deadweight loss increases very fast as taxes are raised. Plenty of people will do things themselves, or put up with these things not being done, instead of paying each other to do what each of them do best. People will remain isolated and asocial, instead of being social and cooperating with each other.

Worse, because of this tax burden, people with limited skills that don't justify this efficiency barrier will be unable to live by selling on the open market their services at doing what they enjoy doing the best; instead, they are pushed into the dreadful life of a salaryman in a corporation big enough to afford economies of scale in dealing with government bureaucracy, taxes and regulations. Taxes are therefore a subtle way to push people, especially poor people, into being the subservient slaves of big "private" corporations that are truly an emanation of government "public" spending. Of course, if you understand Economic Reasoning, you know that the dichotomy between "private" vs "public" is just an irrelevant trick created by monopoly governments to distract us from the real concept that matters: the distinction between voluntary and coercive.

Finally, as people are driven to relative autarky with respect to their neighbors and fellow citizens instead of enjoying their peaceful commerce, the very social fabric is destroyed, especially amongst the poorest and least skilled in society; not sharing any mutual interest with others, not being bound by mutual obligations, the unskilled "youth" excluded from the official job market drift into "welfare" parasitism, violence and crime. Enjoy your tax dollars at work.

Jul. 4th, 2011

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Proverbes

Un proverbe en dit souvent autant sinon plus sur celui qui l'emploie que sur le sujet abordé dans le proverbe lui-même. Ainsi, considérons ce proverbe arabe, cité notamment sur un forum tunisien:

Si tu es un loup, je serai un agneau;
Mais si tu es un agneau, alors je serai un loup.

On le comparera avec ce vieux proverbe Français, cité notamment par Rabelais dans son excellentissime Gargantua:

Oignez villain, il vous poindra;
poignez villain, il vous oindra.

En comparant les deux, on voit surtout dans quel rôle se place celui qui vous sert le premier proverbe: le rôle bien identifié du villain, le bandit qui n'attend que l'occasion de vous sauter dessus. Quelle triste "culture" que celle qui présente la prédation, jeu à somme négative, comme le prototype de l'interaction entre humains, et où une telle idée est monnaie courante!

Mais si le premier proverbe a l'avantage de trahir clairement et concisément le caractère antisocial de celui qui l'emploie, il ne faut surtout pas croire que ce caractère antisocial est exclusif aux tenants d'une certaine culture plutôt que de l'autre. En effet, l'occident possède une large sous-culture antisociale, qui a pignon sur rue, qui ne se résume pas à un simple proverbe, et qui est exportée avec des conséquences désastreuses vers des cultures moins avancées et moins capables de se défendre: le soi-disant "socialisme".

Jun. 29th, 2011

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Chord-jumping Ponies!

At PorcFest 2011, people offered to accompany me on the guitar as I sang the "And a Pony" song. As a benefit, here is the score with chords.

You may download and print the PDF or get the Lilypond source. You can listen to a generated MIDI file, or you can go get the previously recorded MP3 (a cappella). Next I want someone to record it with me. And a Pony!

PS: wish granted. Here's a video from PorcFest 2011. We'll do even better next year.

NB: en Français, "Et un Poulain" se chante la4 sol4 mi4 sol4 au lieu de la4 sol4 la4 sol4.

May. 21st, 2011

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Space Eggs Scramble

I finally completed my ~7000 word article on "Space Eggs" that I may have battered my friends' ears about. It was published by H+ magazine, and you can find the unedited version on my website: Identity, Immunity, Law and Aggression on the Rapacious Hardscrapple Frontier.

May. 20th, 2011

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Hacking, the Movie

The last dream of my night was memorable. At least, that was what I thought when I was having it: I was so eager to tell it that I dreamed of telling it to my better half before I actually woke up and told it to my better half.

I was a hacker in a multinational corporation, and pushing forward the project for making a movie about hackers, titled «Hacking» — because it's the process that matters. I had been sending the message accross the company on this project to celebrate the hacker spirit, and getting back lots of answers. And so the shooting had begun.

In the first speaking scene of the movie, after an opening scene and an animation/montage under introductory music, the Hacker, main protagonist, comes into his shared office room, reading from a printout or from his palmtop: «Hey Georgie, here's a good one: «So the apprentice comes to the Master, and says «Master, I've found Illumination!», and the Master replies…»» Then realizing his friend George, for whom he was reading the joke, is not here, he abruptly stops narrating, and asks «Where's Georgie?». The Intern, who was in the room, and is eager to hear the end of the joke, inquires «What's does the Master reply?» The Hacker, not paying attention, leaves the room and finds George in the corridor showing off some cool gadget he'd been hacking on.

As it appears later in the movie, this joke, and other ones, are read from a mailing-list discussing a project for a movie about hacking. Recursion being big amongst hackers, the movie project is referred to at times in the movie. The joke itself becomes a recurring theme of the movie, with the Intern/Apprentice trying to extract from the Hacker/Master the end of the joke, but never succeeding at getting his attention long enough.

At some point, the apprentice, while discussing an issue with their current project, proposes: «I know what we'll do, we'll…» and gets a smack on the head, because the master already knows the silly beginner's mistake the apprentice is going to propose, or because «this is not a «I know what we'll do» problem». As the movie progresses, the apprentice makes other contributions, that the master easily rebukes after a bit of thought, then with more thought, then doesn't rebuke, then rebukes out of lack of thought.

By the end of the movie, the apprentice saved the project by an essential contribution, had a fall out with his master, and is his own, independent, hacker. He understands that it doesn't matter what the master says at the end of the joke. Either the apprentice did, or didn't, find illumination; that's fact. Either the master rebukes him (probably) or not, that's already commentary. And so when this newly graduated hacker is presented with an apprentice of his own, amazed to be working in a renowned company, as a new master, the hacker starts: «Here's a good one: «So the apprentice comes to the Master, and says «Master, I've found Illumination!», and the Master replies…»» But the closing music interrupts his telling the end of the joke.

Beyond the jokes and the story of achievement against human and natural odds, the movie had two, dual, overarching themes: design and emerging order. And curiosity. I'll come in again. Design and emerging order, curiosity and creation, and the fact that hacking is about people. Peculiar people. Who are awkward and don't know that much really. But who can and do learn. As an illustration, the initial intro animation shows chaos vanquished by design; and the ending animation shows individual design as part of a higher, undesigned, and undesignable order.

How many TVTropes in that didactic story? You tell me. At least it's not about Cops, Soldiers, or any kind of Goons with Guns. We celebrate creation, not destruction. I'm collecting ideas for the rest of the script...

Mar. 12th, 2011

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Homily for a Wedding

Dear Trân, dear Jason,

I readily admit I have long fantasized about delivering a homily at a wedding; therefore I am ever thankful to the two of you for granting me the opportunity. And how much more meaningful and heartfelt an opportunity to speak this is, when two wonderful individuals such as you love each other so strongly, having already braved space and time, armed thugs guarding imaginary lines on a map, superstition and social rejection — to be joined together on this blessed day. I therefore feel as honored as delighted of having been chosen to say a few things about this metaphorical knot that you are publicly tying today.

Marriage is a bond, whereby the joys and sorrows of one are shared by the other — not just legally, not just emotionally, but metaphysically indeed. How does such a miracle occur? Some say it's magically created by some supernatural force outside this world. To my rationalistic ears, however, this sounds less like an explanation than like a surrender to ignorance; what is worse, to a lazy listener, it might sound like an invitation to neglect the hard work that goes into actually making the Grace that is marriage happen.

As I understand it, a marriage is verily created by each of the two of you, starting from a time before you are even a couple, and not ending with this sacramental ceremony, but continuing every single day hence. It is built, bit by bit, with every emotion you share and exchange with each other, with every silly sign of affection you give to each other, with every gratification you grant each other, with every helping hand you extend to each other, with every plan you make together and follow through together, with every act of love you commit on each other's behalf — until your lives are intertwined, you develop your own lingo, and anticipate what the other means and wants before any word was spoken.

To an outside observer, the expense of time and efforts people put into a relationship may often seem to be but a waste of resources — that cynics may deride, that mystics may celebrate. But both cynics and mystics are missing the point. The coupling game is not time wasted — it is time well spent (at least when successful). And the value of the relationship built is not the cost sunk of past efforts, but in the promise ascertained of future joys. If the observed acts mean nothing to the outside observers, and fail to ascertain anything in their eyes, it is simply because these observers are not party to the interaction that give these acts their meaning.

The complex interaction by which a relationship is built is an interactive proof, through which the participants assert not only the continuing existence of their relationship, but also how they both continually benefit from it, how both are permanently fit for each other, and committed to keeping their relationship strong. Thus can two people probe the deep structure in each other's psyche and establish a bond to mutual satisfaction, when all static attempts at direct measurement would be vain.

Both members of a successful couple may find many benefits to their relationship. A person who shares your life will bring meaning to your existence when you're depressed, confidence in the value of your endeavours when you're in doubt, comfort when you're sick, energy when you're tired, support when you're weak, advice when you're confused. With the proper partner, you will be stronger and wiser, more focused and more productive. Now, as it grows in strength and permanence, the relationship may at some point graduate into becoming a marriage: not just the temporary relief of friendship or the passing excitement of courtship, but a permanent foundation upon which to found the rest of your life.

By becoming a marriage, for the world to see, you may strengthen your couple with the testimony and support of the society of your relatives and friends; and you may in turn enrich this society with the fruits of your common life. Oh how much joy can a successful marriage call forth! — whether sexual or intellectual, mundane or spiritual — not just for now, but for ever and after. Together, you may have, and raise, genetic — or memetic — children, to prolong your lives past their biological extent. Marriage is a costly tie, there is no question about it. But when well done with a well matching partner, it is a tie that frees, that protects both parties from the vagaries of the world, and opens possibilities to each of their self-actualizations.

Trân and Jason, today the relationship you built has reached the point when it has become a marriage. May you keep building this relationship into an ever greater marriage; may it continue bringing joy to both of you; may it last for the many decades of each of your lives; may it leave a legacy of joy to the future generations. May you two be each other's savior, everyday, from now on 'til the day you die, and beyond.

Amen.

Mar. 4th, 2011

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Triumph Theme for Halley's Fifth

In Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand tells us of a composer named Halley, whose Fifth Piano Concerto she describes thus:

It was a symphony of triumph. The notes flowed up, they spoke of rising and they were the rising itself, they were the essence and the form of upward motion, they seemed to embody every human act and thought that had ascent as its motive. It was a sunburst of sound, breaking out of hiding and spreading open. It had the freedom of release and the tension of purpose. It swept space clean, and left nothing but the joy of an unobstructed effort. Only a faint echo within the sounds spoke of that from which the music had escaped, but spoke in laughing astonishment at the discovery that there was no ugliness or pain, and there never had had to be. It was the song of an immense deliverance.

As I was reading the novel, back in the Summer of 2001, this description inspired me the theme below, to be played by various brass instruments as the opening for a Piano Concerto. As usual, you may read of print the PDF, view or edit the Lilypond source or listen to a nuance-less generated MIDI file.

NB: There is a lot of buzz around the upcoming movie Atlas Shrugged: Part I. The preview I saw had good elements and not so good; all in all, it looked like a B+ movie, though considering what takes place of an A movie these days, it might still do better than some, which is not bad especially considering the cut rate production they had to do with. Moreover, by having elements of both B movies and A movies, it might be true to the original, which can be both great beyond anything else at its best, and a bit lacking in some respect. Many people who saw the movie actually liked it. I reserve my judgment for when I see it.

Having tried something as simple as translating a song from one language to the other, I can tell why it's rare that a monument of literature is satisfactorily adapted to a different medium: because it's damn hard. That the original be imperfect is actually good in that it gives more leeway for the adaptation to improve in some ways, as much as it necessarily has to sacrifice in other ways, or possibly even more, as compared to an overly perfect original all the subtle constraints of which you couldn't transpose. We'll see.

Feb. 16th, 2011

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Atlas laisse tomber

Quand je découvris Atlas Shrugged d'Ayn Rand (grâce à Jacques de Guenin), je fus estomaqué. Je me dis que si un tel livre n'existait pas, il aurait fallu l'inventer. Tellement étranger à la pensée unique française dans laquelle j'avais si longtemps baigné, plein d'un sens de la vie si réjouissant au milieu de la mort cérébrale ambiante. J'inventai une mélodie triomphante que j'imaginais être le thème du Concerto pour Piano n°5 de Halley.

J'aurais aimé partager cette oeuvre avec des amis et membres de ma famille, mais me heurtais à l'absence de traduction française de cette oeuvre pourtant culte: dans les années 1950, un éditeur avait acheté les droits et commencé une traduction, mais elle était d'une qualité pire que médiocre, et Rand révoqua les droits. Nul n'osa s'y lancer pendant une cinquantaine d'année. Un groupe d'amis commença il y a une dizaine d'année mais n'arriva pas à acquérir les droits; une amatrice compléta récemment une traduction, qu'elle publia librement sur Internet, mais là encore sans le sceau officiel des détenteurs de droits — fort susceptibles sur ce point — et pour un résultat d'une qualité littéraire peu satisfaisante à mes yeux. Il y a quelques années, un entrepreneur américain racheta les droits et confia la traduction à une professionnelle, dont la version, que j'attends avec impatience, devrait dit-on prochainement paraître aux Belles Lettres.

Je ne sais pas sous quel titre paraîtra cette traduction. Toutefois, j'espère que la nouvelle édition aura abandonné le titre affreux de la traduction précédente, "La Révolte d'Atlas", et en aura adopté un meilleur.

Étant considéré les précédents en français, italien, espagnol, etc., le titre "la révolte d'Atlas" n'est effectivement pas extravagant. Mais si je veux bien admettre qu'il n'est pas évidemment incompétent — je le trouve bien pire: médiocre. Et pas du tout à la hauteur du monument d'Ayn Rand.

D'abord, dans le roman Atlas ne se révolte pas: il fait la grève. Il n'essaie pas de renverser l'Establishment — il le laisse s'écrouler de lui-même. Cela est d'autant plus notable que le pouvoir que possède "Atlas" n'est pas le pouvoir de lutter (i.e. détruire), mais celui de créer — nonobstant les exploits à petite échelle de Ragnar Danneskjöld et le sauvetage ponctuel de John Galt.

Le mot "révolte" en français a de forts sous-entendus d'opposition violente. Quand j'imagine un Titan comme Atlas portant le Monde, je me dis qu'une manifestation violente ne saurait prendre plus d'une phrase: Paf, une baffe et c'est fini. Aussi, l'idée qu'Atlas ait même besoin de se révolter, et qu'une telle révolte prenne plus de mille pages, me paraît complètement grotesque. Du coup, le titre "la révolte d'Atlas" me suggère plutôt les fantasmes d'un adolescent attardé qui ne se rendrait pas compte du ridicule de ses rodomontades.

Alors si on veut être correct, il ne faut pas dire qu'Atlas se révolte, mais qu'il fait grève. "Atlas fait grève", c'est bien mieux — et dans le pays de la grève qu'est la France, ça sonne juste. Une grève peut durer longtemps sans présumer de la faiblesse du gréviste; tout au contraire c'est parce qu'il est plus fort qu'Atlas peut tenir plus longtemps que l'Establishment. La grève n'implique pas de violence et n'a pas de tel sous-entendu par défaut — quand des gens honnêtes font grève (i.e. quand il ne s'agit pas des syndicats de services "publics" monopoleurs), il est d'ailleurs entendu que la violence est d'habitude le fait de l'Establishment, qui est en son tort. Le titre "Atlas fait grève" est donc correct, avec les bons sous-entendus. Mais je pense qu'on peut faire encore mieux.

Je propose "Atlas laisse tomber".

D'abord le titre est plus subtil. Quand on lit "Atlas Shrugged", il n'est pas du tout évident de suite qu'il s'agit de grève, alors que "Atlas fait grève" mange le morceau (et "la révolte d'Atlas" trompe).

Ensuite, "Atlas laisse tomber" est un jeu de mot à plusieurs titres.

Il y a bien sûr le jeu de mot entre "laisser tomber" au sens littéral ou au sens figuré. Dans le premier sens, littéral, ou en ce cas-ci, allégorique, il s'agit d'un fardeau que l'on cesse de porter, et qui délaissé par son support nécessaire s'écroule sous son propre poids — c'est exactement ce qui arrive au monde autour de l'héroïne Dagny. Au sens figuré, il s'agit de faire son deuil d'un attachement affectif — ce qui est exactement le trajet émotionnel de Dagny. Ces deux sens sont présents dans le titre "Shrugged", et c'est pourquoi je pense que la traduction est bonne.

Sur le plan sémantique, le titre possède aussi cette ambiguïté volontaire sur la forme descriptive ou normative de la phrase: énoncé de l'action "Atlas (nominatif) laisse tomber (indicatif)" ou appel à la grève "Atlas (vocatif) laisse tomber (impératif)". Ce second sens a beaucoup de valeur pour moi: il permet d'interpeller des créateurs qui se plaignent de l'Establishment en leur disant "Atlas laisse tomber" — expression qui a vocation à devenir un slogan universel, un mème se répandant viralement sur l'Internet, au même titre que "Qui est John Galt?" dans le livre. Le sens de "Atlas laisse tomber" est directement accessible à qui n'a jamais entendu parler du livre, alors que "la révolte d'Atlas" n'aurait de valeur qu'en référence au livre, pour ceux qui en auraient déjà entendu parler. Notons qu'"Atlas fait grève" n'a pas ce double sens car à l'impératif, "fais" prend un "s" plutôt qu'un "t".

Sur le plan lexical, "Atlas laisse tomber" fait référence à la fois à la culture classique, "Atlas", portant le monde, via un vocabulaire formel et éduqué, juxtaposé de façon détonante à une expression de la vie de tous les jours, "laisser tomber", vocabulaire informel et populaire sans être vulgaire, où comme dans le haussement d'épaules de la version anglaise, l'hommage individuel à la réalité a précédence sur le respect strict des bonnes manières. Formel et informel mis ensemble. La philosophie qui débarque dans le quotidien. L'individu qui refuse de se laisser écraser par les conventions sociales. C'est exactement ça, Atlas Shrugged.

Feb. 13th, 2011

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Minute Left

To celebrate my new toy, a Yamaha YPG-635, I composed this short one-minute piece, which started as an improvisation of chords, now the left hand part, while ignoring the friends I had invited over for dinner. As for the title, I found "minute left" appropriate for this relentless march to a certain ending. Enjoy!

You may download and print the PDF or get the Lilypond source. Of course, you can listen to a generated MIDI file, but I don't know how to get it to sport the right nuances. A human interpretation would be great... does anyone of you know a pianist who would create this short piece?

Update: piqueselio put a good version on youtube which has a very good treatment of nuances, but which doesn't play the first sentence and the ending as I imagined them.

Jan. 29th, 2011

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Vietnamese New Year Party

You are cordially invited to my Vietnamese New Year Party!

Please join me to celebrate the Year of the Cat, on the third day of the new year festival, aka Saturday Feb 5th 2011, at my place at 1830.

I live across Lechmere Station in Cambridge. Contact me for further details. Google Voice: 617 575 9012.

Sorry for a late notice. Bring your friends + booze. Please RSVP with number of guests.

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