Some Chicago Boyz know each other from student days at the University of Chicago. Others are Chicago boys in spirit. The blog name is also intended as a good-humored gesture of admiration for distinguished Chicago School economists and fellow travelers.
Appliance delivery, carrying refrigerators up and down stairs, hard work for not much money. I ask the guy where he’s from, he says he came here two months ago from Venezuela.
I try to cheer him up, tell him that in a year or two his life will be better. He replies that it’s already better.
#USA
John Hussman on valuations
The saga of Broker Joe, from 2007
Why do journalists love twitter and hate blogging?
The legacy of China’s Confucian bureaucracy. Related: my previous post on the costs of formalism and credentialism.
Stroking egos does nothing for students — raising expectation does.
Related to the above: Witches: the new woke heroines.
Legos, marketing, and gender. “In 1981,” says a woman who as a child was pictured in a Legos ad back then, “LEGOs were ‘Universal Building Sets’ and that’s exactly what they were…for boys and girls. Toys are supposed to foster creativity. But nowadays, it seems that a lot more toys already have messages built into them before a child even opens the pink or blue package.”
What will be the economic impact of China’s increasing emphasis on economic control and preferential treatment for state-run enterprises?
What is the fastest the US economy can grow?
Midnight at the Gemba. Kevin Meyer visits the night shift at the medical-device molding plant he was running.
The Epistle lesson this morning was 1Corinthians 6:19-20, about the body being a temple of the Holy Spirit. The children’s sermon was about eating apples, taking care of your body by getting exercise, brushing your teeth, getting good sleep. I got annoyed, thinking “That is not what the verse is about. I am so tired of evangelicals (and others) extending the interpretation to that.” Then I remembered that what the verse is really about is not sleeping with temple prostitutes. A tough children’s sermon to preach.
So I guess apples weren’t such a bad idea after all.