lambeosaurus
Joined 12 years ago
Joined 12 years ago
Technically the source is a blueprint. But this comes down to scale.
Among other things I've worked on banking and corporate management applications. You cannot reason about the codebase at that scale. In these instances it's not possible to have a good outcome without a blueprint.
Using the building metaphor, you can get away with building a bird feeder without a blueprint. You can't get away with building a skyscraper without one. Houses, maybe. Either way, high level blueprints help everyone.
That's not necessarily money's fault, and I'd point out that there are certainly rich people that don't fall into this category.
People who want to pursue happiness need the freedom to do so. Freedom to pursue happiness can be directly correlated with how much money, or wealth, is available to the person.
It's not money's fault that some people don't know how to be truly happy. Money simply affords freedom.
The problem is that with enough freedom and no idea how to be happy in it, you're going to end up in a worse place than if you didn't have the money in the first place.
Money doesn't automatically make people smug and funless (new word?). People make people smug and funless (when they have the freedom and inclination to (unintentionally(?)) do so).
I love the concept. Just not enamoured with the execution.
My main gripe is that because of this stupid model, it pushes a lot of the artists I would listen to away from spotify because it doesn't connect them directly with the revenue stream they should be getting from their true fans. Artists have a hard time surviving without that.
No. They exist because they exist. It's a privilege that we get to appreciate them.
We can't seem to lose the notion that the universe was created for us.
When the earth is a barren ball of rock and humanity is long-gone, maybe someone out there will notice the irony in it all.
> I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away."
I also agree that we seem to be reaching a better understanding of happiness, thought it's still very fragile and may not last.