Tag: work

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David Burkus
Leading from Anywhere: The Essential Guide to Managing Remote Teams
New York: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company, 2021

The teleworking revolution is here, and it has the chance to change everything. I personally did a great deal of teleworking during the pandemic, and I worked harder, got more done, saved money and time, and paid off my debts. Teleworking likewise gives people the chance to live where they want to live. Many distressed small towns can be revived with a well-paid teleworking work force. (more…)

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The second part of last weekend’s Counter-Currents Radio was a solo Ask Me Anything with Greg Johnson, and it is now available for download and online listening. (more…)

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While I was a student, I had a part-time job at an investment firm paying five whole dollars an hour! (Wow!) Then the company folded; lawyers, to make a very long story short. This left me scrambling to stay afloat during the recession that was beginning to unfold in 1990. The best I could find was a part-time fast-food gig, which for many people is the employment of last resort. But as far as diversity goes, I was living the dream.

I told the story about this wonderful job, and several others which instilled my love for contemporary capitalism, on my free web host account. (more…)

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Traduje se, že v jisté neevropské zemi, ovšem se starobylou civilizací, přišla jedna americká společnost, rozladěná nedostatečnou pílí místních dělníků, s nápadem zavést účinnou pobídku k vyššímu pracovnímu nasazení: (more…)

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My grandmother used to walk me to school when I was in kindergarten. This was before mass shootings across the country provoked enhanced school security measures, and us kids would simply line up in front of the building before being let inside. One kid in particularly was always first. He was a blond boy whom we’ll call Johnny. He always took such pride in being first, scurrying into the classroom before everyone else. (more…)

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Introduction here, Chapter 8 here, Chapter 9 Part 2 here

Translated by F. Roger Devlin

The ecologist Fabrice Nicolino, a member of Charlie Hebdo’s editorial board (he was seriously wounded in the Kouachi brothers’ attack in January 2015), declares:

I am nostalgic for a time when people had a place, when men and women were strongly bound. I am nostalgic for a time when rural civilization was not the garbage it is today, a monstrosity that stuffs people with pesticides. (more…)

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The following text is being presented in commemoration of Sir Oswald Mosley’s 136th birthday. — Ed. (more…)

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Nick Jeelvy welcomed longtime friend of the show Karl Thorburn to the latest broadcast of The Writers’ Bloc to discuss unlimited power and its applications. (more…)

Vladimir Serov, Worker (1960)

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Dad: Son, what do you want to be when you grow up?

Son: I want to be a pool cleaner.

Dad: That’s a stupid answer. What else?

Son: I wanna be a pizza delivery boy.

Dad: No, no, no!

Son: A plumber, then.

Dad (turns to mom, whispers): He’s found the tapes. (more…)

Salvador Dali, The Persistence of Memory

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More than one person I’ve spoken to, both offline and online, has commented on how the passage of time seems to have changed very little in the past two years. (more…)

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There is no blow quite like getting laid off. One day you’re at work and you feel important; the next day you suffer the indignity of walking out of the building with your stuff in a box.

Losing a job is enough to make a grown man cry. It is not entirely unknown for recently-unemployed people to die by suicide. Many jobless people become depressed, and may turn to alcohol and drugs to get by. Joblessness also puts a strain on relationships, and naturally it doesn’t help one’s finances. (more…)

Jozef Brandt, Return from Vienna, 1883.

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I’m a pretty cold-hearted realist, but after such a buildup of how the Right has been losing again and again for over a century, I expected something perhaps a bit more stirring. Some call to arms, or flowering prose. Instead, you essentially offer “Who knows? Our luck may change; stranger things have happened.” (more…)

N. C. Wyeth, Nightfall, 1945.

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Recently I had surgery. It went well, nothing serious. However, it was unexpected. I had to ask myself — what if it was serious? What if my body was riddled with stage 4 cancer and I’d better say my prayers, update my will, and buy a grave? (more…)