<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680222925536760564</id><updated>2009-10-21T05:08:20.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At Stars' End</title><subtitle type='html'>Psychohistory and Humanics 101</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-stars-end.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680222925536760564/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-stars-end.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aspiring psychohistorian...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17688801863558610936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680222925536760564.post-8844439689461334928</id><published>2008-07-16T00:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:54:50.846-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liebe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aspiring Psychohistorian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robotic wisdom'/><title type='text'>The Economics of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Seven months after a great initial public offering... the price of our love share is even higher, and the investment pays ever-increasing returns...&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aimerais toujours, mon chèr Germán&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The New York Times&lt;br /&gt;July 13, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s Business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lessons in Love, by Way of Economics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;By BEN STEIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS my fine professor of economics at Columbia, C. Lowell Harriss (who just celebrated his 96th birthday) used to tell us, economics is the study of the allocation of scarce goods and services. What could be scarcer or more precious than love? It is rare, hard to come by and often fragile.&lt;br /&gt;My primary life study has been about love. Second comes economics, so here, in the form of a few rules, is a little amalgam of the two fields: the economics of love. (I last wrote about this subject 20 years or so ago, and it’s time to update it.)&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;In general, and with rare exceptions, the returns in love situations are roughly proportional to the amount of time and devotion invested. The amount of love you get from an investment in love is correlated, if only roughly, to the amount of yourself you invest in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;If you invest caring, patience and unselfishness, you get those things back. (This assumes, of course, that you are having a relationship with someone who loves you, and not a one-sided love affair with someone who isn’t interested.)&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;High-quality bonds consistently yield more return than junk, and so it is with high-quality love. As for the returns on bonds, I know that my comment will come as a surprise to people who have been brainwashed into thinking that junk bonds are free money. They aren’t. The data from the maven of bond research, W. Braddock Hickman, shows that junk debt outperforms high quality only in rare situations, because of the default risk.&lt;br /&gt;In love, the data is even clearer. Stay with high-quality human beings. And once you find that you are in a junk relationship, sell immediately. Junk situations can look appealing and seductive, but junk is junk. Be wary of it unless you control the market.&lt;br /&gt;(Or, as I like to tell college students, the absolutely surest way to ruin your life is to have a relationship with someone with many serious problems, and to think that you can change this person.)&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;Research pays off. The most appealing and seductive (that word again) exterior can hide the most danger and chance of loss. For most of us, diversification in love, at least beyond a very small number, is impossible, so it’s necessary to do a lot of research on the choice you make. It is a rare man or woman who can resist the outward and the surface. But exteriors can hide far too much.&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;In every long-term romantic situation, returns are greater when there is a monopoly. If you have to share your love with others, if you have to compete even after a brief while with others, forget the whole thing. You want to have monopoly bonds with your long-term lover. At least most situations work out better this way. ( I am too old to consider short-term romantic events. Those were my life when Lyndon Johnson and Richard Nixon were in the White House.)&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;The returns on your investment should at least equal the cost of the investment. If you are getting less back than you put in over a considerable period of time, back off.&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;Long-term investment pays off. The impatient day player will fare poorly without inside information or market-controlling power. He or she will have a few good days but years of agony in the world of love.&lt;br /&gt;To coin a phrase: Fall in love in haste, repent at leisure.&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;Realistic expectations are everything. If you have unrealistic expectations, they will rarely be met. If you think that you can go from nowhere to having someone wonderful in love with you, you are probably wrong.&lt;br /&gt;You need expectations that match reality before you can make some progress. There may be exceptions, but they are rare.&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;When you have a winner, stick with your winner. Whether in love or in the stock market, winners are to be prized.&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;Have a dog or many dogs or cats in your life. These are your anchors to windward and your unfailing source of love.&lt;br /&gt;Ben Franklin summed it up well. In times of stress, the three best things to have are an old dog, an old wife and ready money. How right he was.&lt;br /&gt;THERE is more that could be said about the economics of love, but these thoughts may divert you while you are thinking about your future.&lt;br /&gt;And let me close with another thought. I am far from glib about the economy. It has a lot of pitfalls facing it. As workers and investors, we know that many dangers lurk in our paths.&lt;br /&gt;But so far, these things have always worked themselves out and this one will, too. In the meantime, they say that falling in love is wonderful, and that the best is falling in love with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ben Stein is a lawyer, writer, actor and economist. E-mail: ebiz@nytimes.com.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680222925536760564-8844439689461334928?l=at-stars-end.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-stars-end.blogspot.com/feeds/8844439689461334928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680222925536760564&amp;postID=8844439689461334928' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680222925536760564/posts/default/8844439689461334928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680222925536760564/posts/default/8844439689461334928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-stars-end.blogspot.com/2008/07/economics-of-love.html' title='The Economics of Love'/><author><name>Aspiring psychohistorian...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17688801863558610936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03727571607947391859'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680222925536760564.post-6661261984517234646</id><published>2008-05-31T16:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:42:31.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>De vuelta</title><content type='html'>La vida sigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobreviví a la Expedición 1808, como atinadamente lee la camiseta mandada a hacer por Perla Martínez, la productora ejecutiva del programa de televisión que grabamos siete chicos en varias capitales de Iberoamérica y otras ciudades en México.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchos planes, muchas decisiones que tomar en un año que prácticamente comienza hoy.&lt;br /&gt;Ignoro qué tanto cambiará  mi vida al finalizar esta suerte de cuenta regresiva.&lt;br /&gt;Con todo, espero tener seguro el calor de tu abrazo y la seguridad de tu mirada al hacer el amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680222925536760564-6661261984517234646?l=at-stars-end.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-stars-end.blogspot.com/feeds/6661261984517234646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680222925536760564&amp;postID=6661261984517234646' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680222925536760564/posts/default/6661261984517234646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;J'ai trouvé&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; c'est que &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;j'étais en cherchant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680222925536760564-2204320139072542681?l=at-stars-end.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-stars-end.blogspot.com/feeds/2204320139072542681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680222925536760564&amp;postID=2204320139072542681' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680222925536760564/posts/default/2204320139072542681'/><link rel='self' 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que sabes, o lo único malo de la Costumbre es que cada día me gusta más</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No me canso de repetir lo maravillosamente afortunado que soy al haberte conocido. Llegaste a mi vida en el momento preciso. En tí me he reencontrado conmigo mismo: aprehenderte lentamente es saborear las aguas de un oasis a mitad de un fatigoso e hirviente desierto. Siento que me has quitado la arena de los ojos y me has devuelto el aliento que un viento huracanado me robó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El viernes conociste a mis dos amigas de generación más queridas y compartimos cervezas, bromas y besos furtivos con insospechadas compañías. Me gustan tus labios en Coyoacán, me abriga tu sonrisa clara en la frialdad de la noche, me fascina tu mirada infinita y tus manos de dedos largos y caricias suaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tras tu clase de griego moderno y mis dos compromisos laborales (estimado sr. V. y adorada sra. L.), nos vemos, algo muertos de hambre. Tenemos antojo de comida china: el agua de naranja acompaña dos platos para cada uno; por poco no nos cabe el postre. Te enteras de un proyecto que podría (o no) suceder en poco tiempo, y no te alejas: te noto más cercano, más fresco, más sincero. Caminamos al metrobús, llegamos a tu depa. La Gorda nos mira juguetona desde la levedad de su canina existencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que se cierre esa puerta que no me deja estar a solas con tus besos&lt;/em&gt;. Los minutos pasan raudos, incontables. El ritmo lento es virtud y las tres interrupciones, castigo. Me conoce A., tu roomie, y salimos prestos para Antara. Te gustan los jardínes y las plantas: te adivino pacífico y en efecto, resultas un remanso de tranquilidad impensable en estos tiempos de relaciones líquidas. Te conoce Fer Tapia (más panameño que nunca). Departimos. Platicamos de todo, y la decoración y Sharper Image nos miran, más comerciales que nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Siguiente destino: Pabellón Polanco. La música navideña de grandes bandas no puede ponerme de mejor humor. Vamos a mi segundo Starbucks favorito (acabo de recordar que el de Dr. Gálvez me gusta más). Te enteras donde vive el Dr. B. Los besos en la mesa cobran una víctima: tu &lt;em&gt;latte&lt;/em&gt;. Reímos como niños y apuramos nuestros pasos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me preguntas si mi vida ha sido difícil. Te respondo que no lo sé, que dejé por mucho tiempo que mi pasado me determinara, que estoy dispuesto a vivir el presente como el único momento que realmente importa. Tú dices que tu vida ha sido un punto intermedio, yo admiro que hayas dejado Morelia, familia, amigos, todo. Ya te lo decía Mónica y ya lo suponía yo: dejaste mucho para hacer lo que tenías y querías hacer. Te estás labrando tu propio presente, &lt;em&gt;self-made man &lt;/em&gt;(yo te miro y admiro).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entramos a ver &lt;em&gt;The golden compass&lt;/em&gt;. La historia atrapa, Nicole Kidman actúa como nunca, tus besos son el mejor azúcar para el té de frambuesa. Veremos &lt;em&gt;Encantada, &lt;/em&gt;y terminaremos mañana &lt;em&gt;El efecto mariposa&lt;/em&gt;. Caminamos, busco la ruta más pintoresca (&lt;em&gt;la joie de [se] promener&lt;/em&gt;), te cuento sobre la escasez y la fragmentación monetaria en México y me entusiasmo como nunca contándote por qué me encanta la historia económica. Admiramos el ególatra volumen de Moliére 222 &lt;em&gt;a. k. a. &lt;/em&gt;Corporativo Grupo Bal. Tu lengua hace divertido el recorrido. Masaryk es un inusual desierto decembrino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Hotel W es testigo silencioso de nuestra cena-antojo. Llega el momento de despedirse en el metro. Bastan un beso y una mirada y regresamos a la hidra de veinticinco millones de cabezas. Pero esta noche ambos sabemos que no estamos solos. &lt;em&gt;I care about you&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;I will take care of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680222925536760564-2646116131977229090?l=at-stars-end.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-stars-end.blogspot.com/feeds/2646116131977229090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680222925536760564&amp;postID=2646116131977229090' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680222925536760564/posts/default/2646116131977229090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680222925536760564/posts/default/2646116131977229090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-stars-end.blogspot.com/2007/12/tus-besos-saben-que-sabes-o-lo-nico.html' title='Tus besos saben a que sabes, o lo único malo de la Costumbre es que cada día me gusta más'/><author><name>Aspiring psychohistorian...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17688801863558610936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03727571607947391859'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680222925536760564.post-4508136831569287237</id><published>2007-12-13T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T16:33:00.357-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventos insospechados y no menos afortunados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rutina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recomendaciones'/><title type='text'>Impresión de un jueves por la tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I've never met a Quadling before," [Melena] said, too loudly, too brightly. The months of solitude had made her forget her manners. "My family would never have Quadlings in to dine -not that there were many, or even any for all I know, in the farmlands around my family's estate. The stories make out that Quadlings were sneaky and incapable of telling the truth".&lt;br /&gt;"How can a Quadling to answer [sic] such a charge if a Quadling is given always to lie?" [Turtle Heart] smiled at her.&lt;br /&gt;She melted like butter on warm bread. "I'll believe anything you say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MAGUIRE, Gregory (1995). &lt;em&gt;Wicked. The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West&lt;/em&gt;. New York, Regan Books, p.15 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hace apenas unas semanas pensaba que la vida me tenía deparada una temporada gris, burda y sin sentido. Como Melena aferrada a sus prejuicios sobre los habitantes de la tierra de Quadling, creía a pie juntillas que la melancolía había llegado para quedarse. En efecto, en los últimos meses hubo días muy tristes. Pero la vida, corazón de tortuga que oxigena lento pero seguro, se empeñó en demostrarme que no hay días tristes &lt;em&gt;a priori&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recámara en penumbra interrumpida por el reflejo del televisor. Dos cuerpos se encuentran, dos seres que hasta hace poco eran perfectos desconocidos se empeñan en aprehenderse, lenta e inexorablemente. Poco importa que la película siga su curso, que no haya quien vea el fin de la historia. La ciudad cierra los ojos. Pero el deseo arrebata a la noche la calidez de los besos y lo prodigioso de las caricias&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Camino seguro de mí mismo. Una extraña paz me envuelve. Empiezo a estar tranquilo y dispuesto a aceptar mi pasado como tal, a disfrutar el presente sin nombre, a dejar que el barco flote a donde lo lleve el viento. Caen mis defensas. El mundo puede hacerte sonreír de maneras insospechadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De las pelis vistas en la última semana, recomiendo:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Alfie&lt;/strong&gt; (3.5/5 m), por la estupenda actuación de Jude Law en el papel de... ¿su vida?, la fotografía y la narrativa inusualmente bien trabajada, todo con el marco de un New York entrañable.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Beowulf&lt;/strong&gt; (4/5 m), por la trama, la animación en computadora en tercera dimensión (verdaderamente vale la pena verla en Imax, ¡gracias, Fer!) y la Jolie... el sajón de su primer vástago es antológico.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Across the universe&lt;/strong&gt; (4.5/5 m), por las canciones de los insuperables Beatles (Wer würde an Shakira in 2040 denken wenn man Rock Musik hat?), la bien lograda historia, el parecido del prota británico con el buen Paul McCartney... y el soundtrack. Añádase una compañía del todo agradable y ¡&lt;em&gt;voilá&lt;/em&gt;! Sírvase caliente como el té de menta del Café Orquídea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De los libros... Leo el sonado &lt;strong&gt;Wicked&lt;/strong&gt;, de Gregory Maguire, una historia que explora el fascinante mundo de Oz antes de que Dorothy (o Dorita para los cuates del canal 5) llegara vía tornado express de un lejano poblado de Kansas. Al mismo tiempo me deleito con los múltiples artículos sobre historia monetaria y macroeconomía de la economía mexicana durante el siglo XVIII y XIX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La escuela va. Sólo faltan dos materias, el &lt;strong&gt;trabajo para examen profesional&lt;/strong&gt;, que evaluará mi jefe, el adorable Dr. Ibarra, vacaciones mediante; y &lt;strong&gt;Matemáticas IV&lt;/strong&gt;... Llega diciembre, y con él el S&lt;em&gt;hopping Spree&lt;/em&gt; de innumerables conciudadanos dispuestos a elevar el crédito al consumo, el endeudamiento y la morosidad a niveles estratosféricos. "Debo no niego, pago no tengo", es la premisa bajo la cual el mundo parece moverse. Oigan las palabras de los economistas aguafiestas: no pasa mucho tiempo antes de ajustes estrepitosos y con efectos reales (i. e. sobre el nivel de actividad económica). Por lo pronto, a disfrutar de la subida estacional del producto interno bruto. ¡Felicidades a todos por anticipado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680222925536760564-4508136831569287237?l=at-stars-end.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-stars-end.blogspot.com/feeds/4508136831569287237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680222925536760564&amp;postID=4508136831569287237' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680222925536760564/posts/default/4508136831569287237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680222925536760564/posts/default/4508136831569287237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-stars-end.blogspot.com/2007/12/impresin-de-un-jueves-por-la-tarde.html' title='Impresión de un jueves por la tarde'/><author><name>Aspiring psychohistorian...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17688801863558610936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03727571607947391859'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680222925536760564.post-3797756706502828333</id><published>2007-11-09T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:16:56.392-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robotic wisdom'/><title type='text'>Del cambio climático</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are forces at work here you cannot counter. Do not sorrow for turns of the weather. Await instead the long, slow coming of the climate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BENFORD, Gregory (2000). &lt;em&gt;Foundation's Fear&lt;/em&gt;. New York, HarperCollins Publishers]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680222925536760564-3797756706502828333?l=at-stars-end.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-stars-end.blogspot.com/feeds/3797756706502828333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680222925536760564&amp;postID=3797756706502828333' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680222925536760564/posts/default/3797756706502828333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680222925536760564/posts/default/3797756706502828333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-stars-end.blogspot.com/2007/11/del-cambio-climtico.html' title='Del cambio climático'/><author><name>Aspiring psychohistorian...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17688801863558610936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03727571607947391859'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680222925536760564.post-8495755989181372280</id><published>2007-09-29T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T00:08:38.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychohistory today'/><title type='text'>De las reglas y la discreción</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nations and households seem to find simple, practical ways to cope with a wide variety of potential dynamic inconsistencies - ways that bear little resemblance to the solutions suggested by theorists. Some common examples are dealing with flood plains, avoiding capital levies, punishing your children when they misbehave, and giving final examinations in courses. In each case, governments, parents, or teachers cope with a potential &lt;strong&gt;time-inconsistency problem&lt;/strong&gt;, by creating, and then usually following -&lt;strong&gt;norms of behavior&lt;/strong&gt;, by building &lt;strong&gt;reputations&lt;/strong&gt;, and by remembering that &lt;strong&gt;there are many tomorrows&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Rarely does society solve a time-inconsistency problem by&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;rigid precommitment&lt;/strong&gt; or by creating incentive-compatible compensation schemes for decisionmakers. &lt;strong&gt;Enlightened discretion is the rule.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[BLINDER, Alan (1999). &lt;strong&gt;Central Banking in Theory and in Practice.&lt;/strong&gt; Cambridge &amp;amp; London, MIT Press]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680222925536760564-8495755989181372280?l=at-stars-end.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-stars-end.blogspot.com/feeds/8495755989181372280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680222925536760564&amp;postID=8495755989181372280' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680222925536760564/posts/default/8495755989181372280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680222925536760564/posts/default/8495755989181372280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-stars-end.blogspot.com/2007/09/de-las-reglas-y-la-discrecin.html' title='De las reglas y la discreción'/><author><name>Aspiring psychohistorian...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17688801863558610936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03727571607947391859'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680222925536760564.post-3889728852179549599</id><published>2007-09-29T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:42:28.654-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aspiring Psychohistorian'/><title type='text'>Immer Liebe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wYTP3TGg0tg/Rv8o9fjfpFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h0XrvLtXFFI/s1600-h/psychohistorian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115852738623677522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wYTP3TGg0tg/Rv8o9fjfpFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h0XrvLtXFFI/s320/psychohistorian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680222925536760564-3889728852179549599?l=at-stars-end.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-stars-end.blogspot.com/feeds/3889728852179549599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680222925536760564&amp;postID=3889728852179549599' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680222925536760564/posts/default/3889728852179549599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680222925536760564/posts/default/3889728852179549599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-stars-end.blogspot.com/2007/09/immer-liebe.html' title='Immer Liebe!'/><author><name>Aspiring psychohistorian...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17688801863558610936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03727571607947391859'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wYTP3TGg0tg/Rv8o9fjfpFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h0XrvLtXFFI/s72-c/psychohistorian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680222925536760564.post-856995747029251910</id><published>2007-09-18T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T00:11:23.782-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liebe'/><title type='text'>Genoma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estás inscrito en mis genes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to my own private Terminus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680222925536760564-856995747029251910?l=at-stars-end.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-stars-end.blogspot.com/feeds/856995747029251910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680222925536760564&amp;postID=856995747029251910' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680222925536760564/posts/default/856995747029251910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680222925536760564/posts/default/856995747029251910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-stars-end.blogspot.com/2007/09/genoma.html' title='Genoma'/><author><name>Medeo Mandarino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>