Tuesday, 29 January 2013

Elegy for Impact Investing

This is a little ditty that came to mind - in my head it's set to a certain chord structure, but I can't write music so maybe I'll post the tablature

Here we all go, marching off
dressed as sheep
dressed as sheep

We're all going to save the world
you and me
you and me

What's our super, secret sauce
-ology, ology, ology

Do we need to show it works?
not while we've got currency
currency, currency

Will we be informed by facts?
only if they're cuddle-y
cuddly, cuddly

Do we need to answer back?
<collapse in fit of giggles and fade to rose-tinted warmth>

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"The ruling ideas of each age have ever been the ideas of its ruling class."

"The will of the capitalist is certainly to take as much as possible. What we have to do is not to talk about his will, but to enquire about his power, the limits of that power, and the character of those limits."

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More prosaically:

Sloppy thinking


Where's the data?

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