One reason why people haven’t bothered to write “the art of peace,” at least in recent decades, might be because, well, who needs it? Why attack the problem of peace intellectually when we’ve already – very successfully – achieved peace by simply muddling through?
More than twenty-five centuries ago a fellow known as Sun Tzu (an honorific rather than a name – it means something like “Master Sun”) wrote a long treatise on military strategy and tactics that has come to be called The Art of War.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. Hippocrates, writing almost 2,500 years ago
Gilbert de Botton died in the late summer of 2000, only sixty-five years old.
When Ms. X and I arrived at GAM in London, Gilbert didn’t meet with us in his private office, where he and I had always met in the past. Instead, apparently in honor of Ms. X’s presence, he ushered us into his conference room.
A few years after the events described in last week’s post something happened that, at first, seemed to have nothing to do with Gilbert de Botton. I was sitting at my desk idly sorting through my mail when I came across an impossibly elegant invitation to a “garden party” being hosted by a very well-known woman I’ll call Ms. X.
In my entire life I’ve attended one cocktail party in Paris, and on that occasion – this being some years ago – I met a fellow named Gilbert de Botton. (Gilbert, by the way, is pronounced “zhil-BEAR.”)
The Fed can remain irrational longer than you can remain solvent. What Keynes should have said.
The four most dangerous words in investing are: It’s different this time. Sir John Templeton
Suppose you are determined to convert your written blog into an audio blog – what I think of as a “blogcast.” Suppose, on top of that, you are an incompetent reader of blogcasts. Finally, suppose you aren’t about to spring for a $500,000 text-to-speech synthesizer. What to do?
Selected blog posts from the first five years of my blog. learn more »