Blok D on a Saturday evening

I've just finished an exhausting stint of Saturday teaching, and can only gaze in wonder at the energy displayed, e.g., at a blog like Robert Paul Wolff's.

I am exhausted, and will be happy to do a little reading.

In the meantime, true to form, doors have slammed, people have shouted up and down the doors of the uncarpeted corridor---their voices echoing sharply--and number plates have clinked mercilessly against keys.

Best of all, someone in the kitchen down the hall cooked some sort of stinking greasy mess that I could smell very well in the nearby apartment.

I miss the Italians who stayed her very briefly.  They never cooked anything that stank.

I've gained some appreciation of why Czechs long for (what they call) 'real capitalism'. They've gullibly swallowed a dogmatic form of economics called "neo classical", but, more than that,
what they long for (I now think) is to be given a fair chance.  (I say that neo-classical is a dogmatic form of economics in large measure because I am convinced by arguments offered by the likes of Robin Hahnel, to the effect that externalities make it impossible for markets to produce anything like happiness or justice for all, or even most of us.)

Czechs are right to want to be give a fair chance; but that sincere desire has got nothing to do with tying one's self to a dogmatic form of failed economic theorizing.

I was told today that no less an authority than Vaclav Klaus denies global warming.  If that's true, then it's evidence of the diminished mental powers which come from habitually thinking according to the dogmatic form of economics, the "zombie" variety..... Klaus is evidently no sort of scientist.  Sad the nation that looks to him for wisdom.