01 March 2013

Sequester-size Me


Four friends are sitting around a table at their favorite fast food joint, a vacant-eyed plastic clown overseeing the meeting. Two of them, Ron and Daniel, are arguing over how best help Gary get back to good health.

The fact is that Gary has a problem. Even though he spends a good chunk of his waking hours eating, he spends the rest of his time running, and its finally taking its toll. His once strong figure now looks borderline emaciated, even as he crams burger after burger into his mouth.

Ron and Daniel had kindly helped Gary write up his new years resolutions - there was some debate as to how best to help him. Ron wanted him to spend a little less time working out, while Daniel kept suggesting he eat more! In the end, they decided that since they couldn't agree, Gary would start eating a lot more right away, and they would eventually cut back on his exercise regime starting on March 1.

However, now that the day has arrived, Daniel is hysterical! "We can't afford to let him slack off now! He's already working below his potential - We've got to figure out a way to get more food into him, and add some more hours onto his training, and that's that"

Does this tale sound familiar? Right now in the United States the Democrats and the Republicans are up in arms about automatic spending cuts called 'Sequestration' and telling everyone how its going to gut the US military and devastate the middle class.

The fourth friend, Leonard, speaks up. "The fact is Gary, you've got to lighten up on the track. And not just a little, a lot! You are burning over 38000kj running each day!"

It was true, Gary ran for an incredible 19 hours each day to stick to Daniel's exercise plan. The proposed cut in his schedule would let him rest for only 35 minutes. Ron had been pretty proud about getting Daniel to agree to it.

This years 'devastating cuts' amount to just $109 billion, leaving a 2013 budget of over $3.6 trillion!

Leonard continues. "Not only that, you already eat too much. 29 hamburgers a day is just ridiculous - and eating more is NOT a solution."

The US governments expected revenue for this year is about $2.9 trillion - leaving a deficit of over $700 billion... AFTER sequestration. That means without significant spending cuts, you would need to seize an additional $2200 and change from every American citizen to bring the balance into the black - let alone make a dent in the current US debt.

Gary grunts his assent through a mouthful of burger. But Daniel and Ron have already reached an agreement.
"Start stretching Gary, we've got a rough evening ahead of us!" Daniel barks. As Ron heads up to the counter to buy some more burgers, he types a proud tweet about how well he had stood his ground.

While Australia has historically been a great deal more fiscally responsible than the United States, its national debt has more than quadrupled since 2007. It would be wise not to wait until we are in such dire straits as the US to address the problem. Now is the time to make cuts and bring the budget back to balance, before it is too late.

18 February 2013

#AATG - The Academic Article Twitter Game

As a current Pre-having-Doctorate Student, I'm spending a fair amount of time reading various research articles in my field, on top of my usual 'I'm a huge nerd' quota. Its not really a bad thing that the majority of these papers are inaccessible to the non-specialist - their purpose is by and large to communicate highly specific research between highly focused researchers. Scientific Journalism does its best to translate the arcana of academia for the masses, and when its not worried about presenting a 'balanced view', or dropping the usual cliches, it does a pretty decent job.

But its time to take it to the next level - by harnessing the power of social media, and the blogosphere, and crowd-sourcing, and other trendy buzzwords that undoubtedly resonate with the youth of today. And so I present (in a stunning example of consecutive conjunction-prefaced sentences): the Academic Article Twitter Game!

The goal is to summarize the conclusion or gist of an article in simple language via a tweet - don't worry about including methodology or data analysis details, and focus more on giving an accurate rendition than making it exciting.
  • Must contain either a link to the article being summarized or enough information for a reader to find the article themselves
  • Must contain the hashtag #AATG because hashtags are the MSG of tweets - everything tastes better with them and sometimes they give people headaches and this metaphor hasn't turned out as well as I had hoped
  • Should be intelligible to a layperson - avoid jargon wherever possible
  • An article merits multiple tweets only if it makes several different points
Here's an example for an economics paper I will probably never write:
BAD:  [LINK] Agent-based models for unemployment improvable with logarthimic, rather than exponential, wage decay
BETTER:  [LINK] Economic models improvable with a logarithmic function for people's wage demands following unemployment
BEST:  [LINK] The wages that unemployed people are willing to work for may decrease slowly, then quickly, then slowly again over time

Have fun! And if you aren't reading academic articles you can instead play the I-have-a-real-job twitter game (#IHARJTG) where you just tweet like a normal person.

15 February 2013

Austen the Humourist: Through the Years III

Time Enough... for MURDER
Part of my Creative Writing portfolio from my final year of High School - my teacher's comments: "Very entertaining piffle... subtle hyperbole - possible?"

Throughout his six years on the police force, Detective Philip Cosgrove had been in many uncomfortable situations, but this certainly beat them all. Unlike some of the other uncomfortable situations, this one ended well, with the proctologist announcing that he was quite fit. "As fit as a fiddle, you might say," Philip Cosgrove replied, mentally commending himself for his cleverness. Whenever he managed to apply a witty witty saying like that he felt smart, like one of those real detectives on TV. His wide face would break into a crooked grin, like a Halloween pumpkin carved by a demented four-year-old, and his bushy black eyebrows would curl up at the edges.

This happy feeling stuck with him all the way to the station, when he realized with an unpleasant start that he had forgotten something important, a date of some sort. He came to the conclusion that it was his father-in-law's birthday, and he had completely neglected to purchase him a gift. Ever since the old man, Chief Inspector Harold Jenkins, had gotten him this job, it was as though he had expected Philip to be thankful, or something, as if Cosgrove couldn't have procured it himself. Cursing his "dad," Philip tried to think of a solution as he nibbled at the tuna sandwich he brought in every day for lunch. It wasn't until he was heading to the recreation room on his second mid-morning break that a single idea managed to burrow its way through his sparse covering of wiry black hair and a skull thick enough to sink in concrete.

Once again put in a good mood, this time by his resourcefulness, Cosgrove rummaged through the various boxes in the small windowless room marked, "Evidence & Confiscated Goods: Employees Only." He tossed aside a child's doll with some questionable red stains on it, a single orchid encased in glass, and a crime scene photo of a ramshackle red barn, one entire side peppered with bullet holes. Suddenly he saw it, the mother lode. It was a pocket watch, but not just any timepiece. This watch was special somehow, even Philip could tell, or perhaps that was just indigestion. After all, the tuna had tasted a little funny today.

Prize in hand, the Detective strode purposefully down the hallway towards the corner office of Chief Inspector Harold Jenkins. Peering through the door window, Philip noticed that he was not the first one to arrive; two others, ordinary policemen, were standing beside the large desk. He had never seen his father-in-law so red in the face. "Must be something important," the portion of his brain devoted to reasoning suggested, "maybe we should come back later." "Ha!" shouted the majority of his synapses, "what's more important than my gift?"

Without a second thought, Philip strode in purposefully, cutting off the stranger in mid-sentance, "We have some leads on the Peterson murder but until we can find that watch..."

"Happy Birthday Harold!" Cosgrove ejaculated, plopping his sizeable buttocks down upon the desk. There was a sickening noise, that of breaking glass and rending metal, followed by a rather awkward silence. "Ah..." Philip looked at the stricken face of the shorter intruder, "Are those your glasses?" The man just nodded mutely. At about this time, the young Detective noticed the look on Jenjins' face. Cosgrove's mind tried to comprehend why the Chief Inspector didn't look happier, but all it could think was that the sky had never seemed so blue as it did now out the window, and how nicely it contrasted with the mauve of Harold's face.

"Son..." Harold began, spitting out each word. "Would you mind explaining just what the hell you are doing in here?"

"Well... you see..." came the halting reply.

"SPEAK!" thundered the man behind the desk, like an angry and vengeful demigod, albeit with more spittle projection. Neither of the two guests had spoken yet.

"I just thought that I should give you this..." he handed over the pocket watch, noticing for the first time the initials stencilled on the back: "J.P." By this time he just wanted to leave and go back to his sandwich, maybe even open a bag of chips, but he knew that he wouldn't get off so easily.

To Philip's surprise, Harold didn't seem any angrier. In fact, his mood seemed to brighten a bit. "Where did you get this, son?"

"Its... its..." Cosgrove stuttered, not believing his good luck. "Its your birthday present."

There was silence around the table, and Philip got the horrible feeling that he had said something wrong. Suddenly the Chief Inspector smiled, and then grinned, and then... he began laughing. The two policemen looked at each other, and then they also laughed. Cosgrove, always hating to be the last one to get a joke, which happened far more frequently than he would like, also joined in, making sure he laughed louder than the others.

"That's my son!" said Harold, "Now that we have the watch, we can really make some headway on the Peterson case. Let me tell you, you almost had us fooled with the birthday routine. But thank you, I had almost forgotten my daugher's birthday, clever of you to remind me like this. Say, what did you get her?"

Cosgrove turned green and rushed out of the room, stopping only long enough to retrieve his sandwich on his way to the mall.

The End

Thanks for reading my recycled rantings! Next week I describe how I conquered the crab people.

13 February 2013

Austen the Humourist: Through the Years II

Quomodocunquize: Man or Myth?
I believe the goal of this Year 9 assignment was to write a definition essay for some word or concept. But that seemed boring so I wrote this instead. According to this source its even a real word!

Many nights I have lain awake in bed, pondering the secrets of life, the universe, and everything. Many nights have I asked myself the great questions: Why are we here? What's life all about? Is God really real, or is there some doubt? [A Douglas Adams and a Monty Python reference in the first paragraph - CREATIVITY!] What exactly is quomodocunquization? "Ah yes," as some great Greek philosopher may have once thought, "to quomodocunquize is indeed a great and mysterious ting." This was made even more amazing in that English was not even a language at the time. After grueling minutes of study, I have finally unlocked the secrets behind the word that has puzzled generations of scholars and theologians, kings and saints, and driven many more mad in its pursuit: quomodocunquize.

In its simplest form, to quomodocunquzie is to make money in any way possible. The first aspect of this is basically the idea of money. The evolution of money begins with the birth of humankind. Originally, humans utilized a barter economy, in which 'money' was not currency, but actually various goods themselves. For example, in order to purchase an ancient soft drink (historians call this "water"), one would need to pay three sheep and a half-chicken. Naturally, this sort of exchange made drive thru restaurants very inefficient, not to mention messy. For this reason, early peoples began using objects like shells or rocks as currency, which in turn bred metal coins and paper money through a process known as 'meiosis.' Obviously, money can refer to any material good, but in today's day and age, and for all intents and purposes it means currency.

Since the dawn of time, humans have been developing more and more sophisticated ways of relieving other humans of the uncomfortable burden of too much money. From the time honoured "hitting-over-the-head-with-big-stick" method to the modern and genteel "corporate fraud" method, moneymaking strategies run the gamut for profitability, morality and legality. Typically speaking, profitability is inversely proportional to morality and legality, unless one is a politician, when morality loses all meaning. Essentially, any sort of activity wherein a certain amount of money exchanges possession can be classified as a moneymaking venture, the core of quomodocunquization.

However, there is one thing that separates the everyday businessman from the dedicated quomodocunquizer. Although both make money, hopefully in vast quantities, in order to truly quomodocunquize, one must in addition be willing to sacrifice all that is good and holy for the sake of cold hard cash. Making money in any way possible means just that. If an activity will be profitable, it is fair game. For example, although many businessmen would not sell, for example, their eternal soul, to someone as unscrupulous as Satan, the Lord of the Abyss and Devourer of Souls or a law firm, if the quomodocunquizer thinks that he or she can come off with some capital, they would not give it a second thought.

Sure, many would argue that quomodocunquization is unethical, even downright immoral, and true, they may be completely correct, but in the end none of them will ever become wealthy enough to leave golden likenesses of themselves as tips. To sum it up, to quomodocunquize is to perform any activity, without caring about the consequences regardless of how far reaching and terrible they might be, for the sake of currency. Remember, quomodocunquization is not just a way of obtaining gargantuan quantities of wealth; it is a way of life.

11 February 2013

Austen the Humourist: Through the Years I

This week I've collected three works of 'humorous' writing that I wrote at various points in my life- no promises in the quality of the jokes. I notice that the younger me found quite a lot of funnies in non sequitur and 'lawyers are greedy/immoral' quips. Of course today my sense of humour is considerably more mature and focuses exclusively on puns (my favourite type of bread - hey-oh!). The next two entries will be up Wednesday & Friday.

The Bear and the Three Goldilocks: A Fairy Tail
Originally written in Year 6, I believe I intended this to be a part of a series of revisited fairy tales and then promptly forgot about it. I believe Mozart was already composing at this age, and I'd like to think that this holds up at least as well as his early work. I can't, but I'd certainly like to. Its worth noting that the original piece had a WordArt title, was written in Comic Sans, and contained a beautiful hand drawn illustration.

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Goldilocks. One day through a bizarre incident involving a berserk photocopier, half a salami sandwich and a rabid weasel flying at terminal velocity, Goldilocks multiplied three times. Her clones had the names of Big Goldilocks, Medium Goldilocks and Small Goldilocks according to their sizes. The original Goldilocks was so surprised she ran away and became an image consultant. The remaining Goldilocks bought a house in the middle of the forest for a very decent price. Every morning they would eat some cereal. Big Goldilocks had a bland non-flavoured oatmeal. Medium Goldilocks had some Sugar-coated Chocolate Bombs in chocolate milk. Small Goldilocks had Honey Bunches of Oats. Since they all liked their cereal soggy they would first go for a walk. The story begins here...

The Three Goldilocks had just left for their morning walk when a burglar bear came to their house. He immediately broke down the door and went inside. The first thing he saw was The Three Goldilocks' breakfast. He tried Big Goldilocks' oatmeal but it was too bland. Then he tried Medium Goldilocks cereal but it was too sweet. Finally, he tasted Small Goldilocks' cereal and it was just right so he ate it all up. As he was no longer hungry he walked into the living room to try and steal something. The first thing he saw was Big Goldilocks' Wide Screen Colour TV. He tried to lift it but it was too heavy and it fell to the ground immediately, fortunately it was strong enough to withstand the blow. The next thing he saw was Medium Goldilocks' 12" Black & White TV. He picked it up but put it on the floor as soon as he realized it was too inexpensive. Finally he moved on to Small Goldilocks' 17" Colour TV - he lifted it into his sack because he knew it was just right. He hefted the bag over his shoulder and moved upstairs to see what he could see. When he reached the top he saw three beds. He went into the one belonging to Big Goldilocks' but it was too hard so he smashed it to bits. Then he went to Medium Goldilocks' bed but it was too soft so he smashed it to bits. In a temper he ran to Small Goldilocks' bed and smashed it to bits. Then he went through a rampage and destroyed most of the house. By the time The Three Goldilocks got back there was practically nothing left.

What followed could only be described as chaos. The Three Goldilocks angrily chased the bear around the forest. After about an hour of sweating, running and panting they managed to catch him. They were about to force feed him a kilo of mixed vegetables when a finicky Forest Ranger stopped them and gave them a long lecture about treating endangered species with care. During this time the bear escaped only to fall into the arms of the police. Both of the parties went to court and the bear was sent to jail. Unfortunately  The Three Goldilocks were fined for harming an endangered creature so the only ones who lived happily ever after were the lawyers.

04 February 2013

30 Things (Update & Revisions)

Long time readers of my blog (i.e. myself) will recall the list I made of 30 Things to do before I turn 30. I thought it was high time to revisit that list and see how I was going! As before, particularly personal items have been omitted to protect the innocent (or guilty, as the case may be).

Totally Incomplete (15/30)
  • (Previously omitted) Propose to a woman: According to #3 on this list, I should aim for sometime around my 28th birthday - because math is always correct
  • Spend a week in the woods (or other wilderness type place): Not yet
  • (Previously omitted, and recently deleted): New goal is to figure out another goal to replace this one with.
  • Learn to play an instrument passably well: When I have $$ I'll buy a guitar or something!
  • Eat at a 5 star restaurant: [$ I need] >> [$ I have]
  • Visit every continent (still have to get to Africa and Antarctica): See '5 star restaurant'
  • Save (in some form) at least $15,000 (AUS): Hahahahaha
  • Go on a date without regard to cost: I'm noticing a trend here... what could it be?
  • Learn to ride something with 4 legs or less than 4 wheels (bikes don't count): Nope
  • Travel to Uluru: I guess I'm closer now that I'm living in Sydney!
  • Swim naked in the Pacific Ocean: And its right there too...
  • Give blood: No excuses - I'll get on this
  • Purchase some land: Unless someone is willing to trade their property for beads and baubles I'm out of luck in the short term.
  • Fly in a helicopter: I saw a helicopter the other day - so close!
  • Grow and eat my own food: I eat food a lot - does that count?
In Progress (9/30)
  • Still Omitted:  But going well ;)
  • Get a tattoo: Got a design and waited long enough to make it non-impulsive, so I just need to get around to it at some point
  • Write a novel: Started a few stories but nothing substantial yet - still not going to write this one off (twofer!)
  • Get a PhD: In progress!
  • Cook my way through a cookbook: Well, I own a few cookbooks at least now
  •  Become proficient in a martial art: Sorta complete? I've dabbled in a bunch of different ones - need to settle on one and then commit
  • Read at least half of 'The Great Books': Currently on Book 4 of Gateway to the Great Books, progress is slow but non-zero!
  • Become fit enough to pass this: In better shape than I have ever been but still a long way to go!
  • Another Omitted Goal: Fun!

Completed (6/30)
  • Still omitted: I also climbed a mountain afterwards. Bonus!
  • Give away or sell all my excess junk after graduation: Ditched pretty much everything to move to Australia - left with books and a rapidly deteriorating wardrobe
  • See a country music act live in concert: I actually did this before I made the list (at Bonnaroo) but still need to catch The Beards live at some point!
  • Put together a GOOD bag and BOAT: Both could probably be better, but I've got the basics down.
  • Have a research paper published: W00t
  • Drive a car faster than 100 mph: Good old Aurora Corolla - I miss that car.
Overall impression: Not bad - I still have over 6 years to go on this and I've already managed to cross off a few!

Next time: I uncover the secrets of perpetual motion!

28 January 2013

The Culinarian III: Silence of the Lamb Roast

In the shadows, he waits - foodstuffs everywhere whisper his name in fear. A legend stalking the supermarket shelves. And tonight, he's hungry.

That's right, its time for a dark gritty reboot of...
...featuring Austen 'Lambo' Erickson.

What you will need:

  • Slow Cooker
  • Lamb Half-leg Roast
  • (1) Can Soup - preferably lamb based
  • (1) Soup Stock Gel Thingy - preferably beef based, because consistency is for chefs, not the Culinarian.
  • Frozen Mashed Potatoes
  • (1) Beer
  • (1 bag) Cauliflower you found in the freezer
  • WILD CARD*: Leftover beetroots that you need to get rid of
What you will not need:
  • Roads
  • Electric kettle (that bastard photo-bombed my ingredients)
Lets Fucking Cook
  1. Drink the rest of the beer you bought. You should probably start this dish in the morning so this will get your day off to a good start.
  2. Place lamb into slow cooker
  3. Place everything else except the mashed potatoes into the slow cooker
  4. Turn it on low and wait for 7 hours or until you get too hungry to keep waiting
  5. De-bone the meat and chop it into stew sized chunks
  6. Microwave the mashed potatoes and then serve as a base for the stew
CONSUME
The final product should look something like this:
Enjoy!
Culinarian's Coda
Thank you all for coming on this magical journey with me. I think we all learned a thing or two about life, love, and cooking.

Join me next week when I teach you how to build a homunculus servant.
*Improvisation is key to any dish - I recommend adding whatever you've got in your fridge until the slow-cooker is full

22 January 2013

Austen the Author (Year 5 Edition)

 Austen (Age 35): Welcome, my dear readers. My illustrious authorial career has its roots in the romantic realist tradition of...

Austen (Age 10): Shut the hell up - I was writing before you could even spell "pretenshun." Let me show you some of the great shit I wrote in Year 5. Its fucking aces.

 Austen (Age 23): I think I better act as an editor - at the very least to remove all the profanity. I'm pretty sure I didn't even know what most of those curse words even meant.

 Austen (Age 10): Whatever. I grew up on the streets, bitch.

Austen (Age 23): That's not even remotely true.

Austen (Age 10): [Unpublishable]

Austen (Age 35): Seriously 23-year old Austen, stop being such an [unpublishable] and show the damn story.

Austen (Age 23): Without further ado:

 Portal to Lorrad
Introduction:
"Slight chance of earthquake," that's what it said on T.V. [Said no one on television ever] [I'll fight you] Now after the 7.8, the nearby volcano had begun erupting. My cat, Tiger, and I were running down the main street away from the lava. Suddenly we had to stop! There was a deep crack in the ground, and I saw a blue-green glow towards the bottom. I turned around and, seeing that there was no other choice, I leaped off the edge, and was engulfed by darkness... [Hold up you daffy old man, this is the first draft - if you insist on mocking my writing at least mock the right version] [Fine, we'll start again]

Introduction:
As Patrick tramped through the tall grass, he thought again why he was doing this. He had been dared by his friends to take a picture of the pond in the middle of the supposedly haunted grove. He passed through the ring of trees and saw the pond. [You actually have no idea what a grove is, do you?] [I do too - apparently I grove up into an insufferable [unpublishable] - how's that for use in a sentence? Dick.]

"All I have to do is take a picture," he thought, but something about the pond - perhaps the stillness, or maybe a slight feel of magic in the air - made him go in closer for a better look. As he peered into the un-rippling waters he thought he saw the slight outline of an island.

Patrick leaned in closer. Suddenly, it was as if an invisible hand pushed him. He tumbled forward and landed in the water with a spalsh [Spalsh? Seriously? Even I know how to spell that] . He tried to swim to the surface, but it seemed as though he was made of lead! He sank deeper and was engulfed in darkness.

Chapter 1:

When Patrick opened his eyes he found himself lying on a beach. He tried to move, but as soon as he stood up a shooting pain went through his body and he collapsed to the sand, and fell into a deep sleep. [Not every scene has to end with your protagonist blacking out, you know] [Shut up and finish the story] [That's all you wrote! The rest is just a list of characters and synopsis of the unfinished first chapter!]

Austen (Age 10): Seriously? You never even finished it? What about Niksor the Froggle? Frax the Lizard-Man!? HIGGLE THE GOOD WIZARD!!? I give you literary gold and you just squander it. What a dumbass. I'm gonna go play Pokemon. Peace.

Austen (Age 35): I wrote a novel! Didn't have much to do with this story though.

Austen (Age 23): We'll just see about that. You don't own me, future me.

Austen (Age 35): Whatever, I'm gonna go play Pokemon. Peace.

Austen (Age 23): ... I guess that's all for this week, dear readers. Next time, my Misadventures on Mars!

17 January 2013

How to Rule: A Statist's Guide

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NOTE: This post was re-blogged by the Australian Libertarian Society and Menzies House, published in The Gold Standard, and published in abridged form in Liberty 2015.

Congratulations on obtaining your new country! Whether you were elected by a majority of citizens who could be bothered to vote, appointed by the previous (and outgoing) party elite, or you have just staged a military coup, be assured that you have not only the power to rule – but the right to do so! The people – your people – have implicitly agreed to a social contract listing you as the ultimate authority, so be confident in your reign!

However, ruling a country is a difficult task; radical, anti-social, elements will always exist at the edge of society seeking to criticise or even undermine your administration. Its important not to pay any attention to what they have to say, since self-doubt is the most poisonous affliction for any sovereign. After all, if they know so much, why are you the one sitting in the driver's seat while they clamour for attention at the back of the bus?

This guide will teach you how best to quash these dangerous dissidents, so that you can more easily realise your utopian vision for the nation – your nation. The techniques here are presented in an order that our experts think will be the simplest for a first time ruler, but feel free to improvise! Jump around a bit as circumstance demands, or just to watch those fringe elements squirm. Even someone as dedicated to advancing the greater good as you deserves to enjoy themselves every now and then.

Remember, the most important thing while you build the great society – your society – is to have fun!

Step 1 – Disarm the Dissidents
An armed population is an unruly population! Just like a de-clawed animal makes the best pet, defenceless people are the easiest to domesticate. Obviously, you'll have to take away their guns – but don't be afraid to go further! Knives, axes, scissors and knitting needles – all can be used against you or your agents.

Start by outlawing dangerous weapons in public places, and when this proves an ineffective deterrent to criminals you can push for more regulation and registration. Ideally you will end up with a list of every legal gun-owner. Don't worry about the illegal owners, they will always be around and are such a small minority that they don't pose a threat to your regime.

Timing is everything when you are finally ready to start taking weapons away – statistical evidence and rational argument will not be on your side, so wait for a tragedy before you make your move! Declining crime rates are no match for a pile of bodies – so stand atop it with pride while you paint your opponents as heartless.

PROTIP: While you gradually reduce the power of people to defend themselves, take the opportunity to more heavily arm your own forces in the name of “public safety.” Every local police force should have assault weapons, and at least one tank, if possible! (Armed drones are also a great idea – see Step 5)

Step 2 – Seize the Schools
Children are the future – your future. A young mind is fertile soil for growing the followers of tomorrow, and as any good farmer will tell you – if you want a good crop come harvest, nationalise education!

Its no secret that all children have the same needs and capabilities, and that's why a national curriculum is so important to your success! Of course, funding schools can be difficult with all the other great projects you will be working on – so don't be afraid to cut programs that won't serve your goals. Art, economics, mathematics and science are all fat to be discarded if necessary; but never, ever get rid of history. The social studies classroom is your arena! Its a sad, outdated notion that history is an objective study of the past. Those of us in the know are aware that its actually a perfect medium for selling ideology to impressionable youth.

PROTIP: Remember to tack these three magical words onto every educational edict you issue “...for our children.” No one can argue with that – it would mean that they were anti-children. Its just logic.

Step 3 – Bolster the Bureaucracy
Depending on your predecessors – your rightfully unlimited power may be unfairly constrained by silly things like constitutional law or other branches of government. But modern science has given us a fantastic tool to overcome such hurdles – the bureaucrat!

A simple rule of thumb: if you can't legislate it, regulate it! Is an impasse among underlings getting you down? Create an entirely new agency to bypass the whole process! Between the Department of This and the Agency of That (not to mention the Board of the Other), there will be dozens, if not hundreds of different subordinates who you can instruct to pass any given order.

PROTIP: People love wars and they provide a great opportunity to expand the scope of state power! But sometimes a war on a neighbouring country is impractical – which is why its such a good idea to declare war on more nebulous, abstract foes: “War on Poverty,” “War on Drugs,” “War on Terror,” “War on Obesity,” “War on Badwrongness” – be creative!

Step 4 – Neuter the Newspapers
[CENSORED] (Ed. Note: Good job! You are catching on!)

PROTIP: A great way to get started on this is to establish an 'independent' agency to monitor the press – it can all be done in the name of “creating and maintaining a balanced and free media.” We couldn't have any private parties injecting their agenda into the news.

Step 5 – Surveil the Citizenry
Its no coincidence that The Police sang “Every Breath You Take,” because they'll most certainly be watching you (or rather, your subjects)! By now you might have upset some of the coarser plebeians, and the first step to removing a cancer on society is detecting it.

Thanks to the marvels of technology, its easier than ever to keep track of the average Jane or Joe Citizen. Who will complain about wanting “a chicken in every pot” when you give them “a camera on every street corner?” No one – at least not for long!

Don't forget to keep up with all the new-fangled gadgetry either – phone-tapping, internet data retention, microwave scanning, mandatory blood and saliva testing; the possibilities are just endless. The best part is, it can all be done in the name of “national security!”

PROTIP: Before you take the reigns, be as vocal as possible in your opposition to a surveillance state – then your supporters will take for granted that anything you do must be necessary, since you oppose it so strongly on principle!

Step 6 – Jilt the Judiciary
To paraphrase the great thinker and statesman, Benjamin Franklin “People... deserve neither liberty nor safety.” Truer words have never been spoken! You've accomplished a lot so far, and its OK to congratulate yourself for a job well done. In fact, why not declare a national day of celebration in your honour? We'll still be here when you come back, champ!

We bet that was fun! The hard work is almost done – if you haven't already all you need to do is to start enforcing your laws as arbitrarily as you create them. The notion that everyone has to follow the same rules is a ludicrous relic and has no place in an advanced society.

Besides, if you've completed Step 3 odds are everybody is guilty of something. You may as well pass sentence now and define a charge later. In fact, you can probably just drop the pretence of charging people with crimes altogether. You are the state and if you say someone's guilty, that's the way it is!

PROTIP: Setting and expanding precedent is key here! If you can get away with something once, you've proven that its always acceptable. Use a missile strike on foreigners yesterday to justify an assassination of one of your own citizens tomorrow. Dream big!

Step 7 – Profit!
Congratulations on completing the guide! You should now be in a great position to enforce your policy whims, whatever they might be! Soon your world-view will come to its full fruition. You may be interested in our companion work – How to Cope with Societal Collapse: A Statist's Guide. Until then – all hail the glorious leader!

10 January 2013

Things What I Done

"My goodness," you have certainly thought many times since my last post, "What on Earth has Austen been up to that has been distracting him from the important things in life, like updating his blog?" Wonder no longer, my dear reader!

Despite the condescending attitude of a certain Obi-Wan Kenobi (who I have heard is actually only a Jedi Bachelor), it was actually quite a bit of work. However I finished almost a month ago and since then I don't have any excuses. Mea culpa.

However I have managed to get my e-mail inbox down to only two items (a record since my undergraduate days) - and I also built this nifty Deadwood Faro board for a couple awesome friends of mine:




It can be used to play a classic game of Faro for anyone who likes the adventure of frontier gambling, or to play the Deadwood Drinking Faro game while they are watching the show! (The rules are at the bottom of this post)

So these days I'm just waiting around to hear about my potential PhD program - if everything goes well I'll be starting that up this semester, and if not I'll be on the hunt for a job in Sydney. Either way big fun changes coming ahead! I have no idea what this means for my frequency of blog postings, but if the past predicts the future, expect the next post promptly by 2014.

If you cannot wait until then, watch this video repeatedly and await further instructions.

Deadwood Drinking Game
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-Place your drink (ideally whiskey) on a card – move it only after you or another player drinks
- Drink whenever the event associated with your card occurs (see below)
- Banker refills empty beverages
A - Swearingen curses, kills someone, or abuses an underling
2 - Mr. Wu, Dan, Silas or Johnny curse or kill someone
3 - E.B. Farnum is abused or abuses Richardson
4 - Doc Cochran is frustrated with a patient or Merrick is pretentious
5 - Anyone says 'Cocksucker,' 'Hooplehead' or 'Pinkerton'
6 - Anyone mentions or alludes to gold
7 - Anyone takes or mentions dope (opium)
8 - Charlie Utter or Jane Canary curse or drink, or Wild Bill is mentioned
9 - Anyone curses, or is fleeced or killed in the Bella Union
10 - Anyone curses, or is injured or killed in the No.10 Saloon or the Livery
J - Anyone takes a drink
Q - A whore curses or mentions a sexual act
K - Bullock curses or becomes enraged, or Sol tries to be reasonable
High Card - Anytime any other character curses or dies

21 May 2012

Austen the Poet

I present for your consideration two poems written by me in lieu of paying attention in high-school English:

Shortest Poem Ever
I,
Spy.

English Class
This class is extremely dull,
I would rather drill holes in my skull,
But I have no choice,
And I can't raise my voice,
To break the monotonous lull.

Obviously, I have a hard time with poetry. I think that in many ways this stems from it being a very ill-defined concept in my head. Wikipedia calls it "a form of literary art which uses the aesthetic qualities of language to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, the prosaic ostensible meaning," or in layman's terms, words that are more than words. Of course the problem with that definition is anything besides an extremely technical piece of writing will qualify as poetry.

I am more and more of the opinion that art is a purely relational class of things - a method of communication between an artist and a consumer or even artists and themselves. This supposition has the added benefit of allowing it to be coupled onto any sort of medium. In all honesty though, my entire aesthetic philosophy still needs a lot of work!

05 May 2012

I'd Rather be Down Under

When I created this blog, I was about to spend a summer working in Australia. Austensibly it existed as a way of broadcasting my experience for my left behind in the US. But more than that, it was intended to be a way of venting off the build-up of nonsense which frequently accumulates at the top of my brain like too much froth on a cappuccino - and the occasional serious notion that I either want to tell everybody or don't have anybody in particular to tell.

Let's have a little mood music, shall we? (Country music - on Austen's blog? SHOCKING)

My life has taken some unexpected turns over the past year: I didn't expect to be attending Northwestern until a little over a year ago, I didn't expect to be single until a few months ago, and I didn't expect to be leaving Northwestern so soon until a few weeks ago. For the first time in my life, come June my time will be mine, and mine alone - and its as terrifying a thought as it is thrilling.

I'll be on the road from about June 9 until August 1. I have a few places plotted out for now, but if you want a visit let me know - I just need a place to lay my head, and a drinking buddy. After a family trip to Disney, I'll hopefully start work somewhere for the fall.

And at the end of the year, I'm moving to Australia.

Almost anyone who has known me since middle school can tell you that this has been one of those 'someday' plans for me since at least then. If the past year has taught me anything (besides a whole bunch of math), its that someday will always be tomorrow, until you make it today.

It took me a lot of pain to realize that - and maybe it was the only way for me to learn the lesson. But if you are still in a place in life where your dreams are waiting for that someday to come - that day when all your loose ends are tied, and you think you will be ready to start living for you - stop waiting. There will always be loose ends, there will always be unfinished business, there will always be weeks, months, years until someday comes.

Make someday today.

01 May 2012

Essay (400 Words)

Someone in my program was complaining about writing a 400-word essay, so I did it for them.

The topic of this essay is one which has extreme relevance not only within its immediate field, but also to society as a whole. Since it was first considered, it has been a topic of interest to many experts. This essay offers a unique, and novel, perspective on the topic in question. The background will be discussed thoroughly, followed by an explanation of previous work on the topic, the new material which this essay brings to the table, and concluding with remarks about the wider impact of both the issue itself and the hypothesis brought to bear here. Though the perspective presented may be controversial, evidence will be provided to support it, and its possible shortcomings will also be discussed.

Historically, there have been a number of diverse opinions on this question, which even when proven wrong, offer a distinct and useful view. Those which were eventually disproved can enlighten us as to the many labyrinthine dead ends which an investigation of this topic can lead to. On the other hand, the answers which have stood the test of time provide a valuable jumping off point for future investigation. The contemporary interest in this topic has led to some very interesting predictions, many of them quite contentious. The contribution made by this essay to the current discussion may in the end prove to be itself either correct, or perhaps false, but only time and further research will tell, and regardless it will hopefully broaden the range of the intellectual debate surrounding this important issue.

There exists a great deal of evidence, both qualitative and quantitative, for the conclusions reached here. Previous work has hinted in this direction, but no sources have made this exact claim. Many highly respected investigators have given their own opinions which can be extended to provide support for the thesis here. Those few whose work tends to disagree with the results proposed here have either started with slightly different assumptions, or overlooked the relevant factors which have been considered here. It would be difficult to disregard the overall thrust of this work without also providing evidence to support such a position.

In conclusion, there is fertile ground for future work to extend beyond the preliminary statement made here. Even so, the point which this paper has made ought not to be overlooked, as if true, it could have lasting repercussions for a wide range of related topics.