Why Free Market Capitalism FailsIn this essay, I expose the flaws in the two mechanisms that are supposed to power the free market: Adam Smith's invisible hand and trickle down economics. The notion of the invisible hand holds that in a free marketplace, the buyer's self-interest will tend to drive the price down, while the seller's self-interest will tend to drive the price up, so that both parties' self-interest will naturally cause the price to settle on an amount that both find reasonable. Trickle-down economics maintains that the rich are the ones who start and expand businesses and hire employees, so the laws should favor them increasing their wealth as much as possible so they can hire more people, thus growing the economy.Linked to
These concepts look good on paper, but the best way to evaluate any idea is to see how it works in practice. Let's start by analyzing nationa
Nightmare at SnoresvilleWhen I got my reservations for a 24 hour train journey in the first class air conditioned compartment of the Amritsar Mail (a long route train) I had rose tinted dreams and visions of an elite compartment, attendants in waiting, hot meals delivered in time wrapped in silver foil and a peaceful slumbering journey cradled in the lap of bliss, herself.Linked to
Reality however has an evil sense of humour.
The journey had started off well enough with another amiable gentleman who shared the four berth compartment with me.
After a light snack of samosas and tea, I read my RD magazine and chatted a little with my fellow passenger. Dinner came at 9.20 pm after which I tucked myself in and let the gentle rocking of the train lull me to sleep.
Disturbance came in the form of two innocent looking men who boarded the train and invaded the peaceful haven at 10.30 pm. Their croaks and grunts of chitter chatter had already awakened me and although unamused, I had to wait patiently for them to settle down and
Fate's Practical JokeFate has a sense of humor. It doesn't normally target me for its practical jokes; after all, I'm only a regular girl who grew up in a small town. But my senior year of high school fate went out of its way to torment me and the rest of the members of the high school band.
I went to Melba High School; it was a tiny little school in the middle of Hicksville, Idaho. That wasn't the real name for the town, actually, it was Melba, just like the school; Hicksville is just a better fit. The town, with a stunning population of 500, was actually smaller than the school. It was so small in fact that a pen-pal once sent me a letter addressed to Shannon Johnston, Melba, ID and it arrived with no trouble whatsoever. Technically, once you got more than four miles outside of the miniscule two-block assortment of the post office, school, two bars, five churches, and the American Legion, you were no longer in Melba, but out in the middle of vast farmland that seemed to lay outside the jurisdict
Losing TractionSnow clung to black eyelashesLinked to
as frozen fingers
grasped at fur collars,
looking for more air to breathe with
under such heavy,
The last time I kissed you
felt like a promise
neither of us meant to keep,
but when I stepped into the street
and faced that sliding car,
a caged beast,
I almost wished
I'd run after you.
it's on youthe moon& &
through the roof nails
the cold-dark walls
the screen door latch
the drawers &
the supplies replaced
from your last
dips its finger
into the kitchen
catches the drips
of the faucet.
the moon pets your cat
with its wet hand
and notices the open doorway
but doesn't think about
what's beyond it.
having touched everything.
that you walk in
Is a photograph only a record, something created by a machine? Can photography ever truly be considered art? That question seems quaint and laughable these days, but if you do a little research you will find that once upon a time it was a raging debate. Thankfully a consensus has been reached that the agency of the photographer – his or her eye and critical mind – choosing the subject and manipulating the machine (the camera that is the art instrument) is what establishes photographs as potential works of art when created by an artist-photographer. Pretty basic common sense, huh? So why then is there now a debate as to whether FRACTAL ART is truly art – or just something produced by poking patterns into a computer? Isn't it just really random e-graffiti, a fibonacci button mash?
Here we go again… Hopefully it won’t take nearly a century again before fractal art is recognized as the creative expression of artistic individuals possessing, developing and executing a distinct subset of critical-analytical, emotional, and technical skills in order to create objects that can inspire, amuse, soothe, startle or otherwise engage the mind of the beholder. It’s art for the new age, and a most welcome new player.
While writing this article I recalled a brief but mind expanding conversation I was lucky enough to have with Ray Kurzweil last year about the coming Singularity and it made me think…
I have only chosen a few pieces of Fractal artwork for this article so I am really looking forward to hearing your thoughts on Fractal Art in general and whom you might recommend as some of the more inspiring Fractal Artists on dA.
I have had the opportunity to learn quite a bit about Fractal art from the community behind these amazing works of art. Most inspiring to me were the details around how the pieces are actually constructed and some of the unique history behind the origin of the medium itself. The Fractal community here on dA is comprised of a very talented, passionate and generous group of people. Thank you to everyone, who in the last week helped me to better understand this beautiful art form.
There has been incredibly inspiring discussion in the comments below around the questions that I posed to the community. These are just a few of the deviants who have already contributed to the conversation in meaningful ways.