happiness

Suffering, Police State, and the Ditching of Unhappiness

Promoted. Originally posted 2009-01-24 16:09:45 -0500. -- GH

When I was a young, broke but care-free philosopher in the University of Arkansas, hanging out with poets, working at a red-neck bar for beer money, and fancying myself a writer, I worried a lot. The bar had a big red button behind the counter, right above a double-barrel, twelve gage shot gun. I was told it was loaded with rock salt. Pressing the red button killed the juke box and called the cops. I only had to use those bar-back tools once, then promptly quit.

Political Economy: Solutions and Purpose

This is intended to situate my commentary yesterday within a broader context. It isn’t much use to assert that GDP numbers, whether nominal or constant, are of no use to policy makers because the numbers, both over time, and by drilling down through the layers of synchronous activity, do not reflect comparables. When buying apples, no one makes the comparison to oranges, cabbages, or fish. It is still good to know that there's a problem there that ought to be borne in mind.

 

A Crock Full of Happiness

Originally posted 2009-01-06 10:17:07 -1000 - promoted by roxy.

This was posted at the Daily Kos yesterday, where it got rescued, but was still little noticed. I'd like to reprint it here as my first post because it is a pretty good introduction to who I am at this moment: a philosopher in economic trouble (there's a shock), exploring the dark hallways of unhappiness, stress, pain, and despair. It seems to help a little.

Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness.—Robertson Davies

What a crock. Here's a man who's father was a Canadian Senator. He never went hungry or cold. His family owned a media empire. Was there anything he ever had to worry about? Did he have unhappiness to pluck treasures from, or did his treasures just show up via the family bank account?