Economy of Effort

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(The real Jaguars this time, not my NFL2K3 team).

I read an interesting story on Slashdot about DirecTV hacking, and I saw a comment that made me think. It read:

Economics is how to allocate scare resources amoung various competing consumers. Technology enables us to achieve an almost utopian state with some products, 0% scarcity. These companies are trying to apply old-world economics to new-world goods and servicies by creating an artificial scarcity.”

It’s a very interesting point. With a technology like satellite, there is no scarcity of the resource. The only thing that keeps prices what they are is artificial measures and controls applied to “lock” this technology.

Anyway, I went to Porterville today to watch the football games. It was fun watching the Jags pound on the hapless Jets. I took some of my books too, but I didn’t really spend much time with them. I’m staying up tonight to try and code a couple of these algorithms… if I can do that, it will cut my workload leading into Wednesday’s tests by a good measure.

I’m a little burned out right now, and it’s not really a good time to be burned out. I have to get through these tests, and then two more midterms next week. After that, I will probably go “splat” for a week. It’s just a never-ending workload, which seems to self-replicate much more rapidly than any other semester of work.

My toe is feeling mostly good, except if I bump it. Like the doctor indicated, it will be tender for a little while longer.

My handicap parking pass expires at the end of this week. Bummer. I rather enjoyed the choice parking. Maybe I should hurt myself again….

This Saturday, I’m taking Stacey to see Michelle Branch at the Fresno Fair. I need to go to a pop/rock or jazz concert for my music class, and she likes Michelle Branch, and the tickets were pretty cheap, so it seemed like a good move on all fronts. Should be fun, even if I’m not really a fan of the style of music. I can think of far worse ways to spend an evening.

That’s it for now. I’m tired, but the night is still young.