اقتصاد برای همه
بلاخره سرم خلوت شد و نشستم پای نوشتن کتابی که ایده اش را اولین بار هژیر داد و منم چند ماهی همش تو ذهنم باهاش مشغول بودم. تا الان حدود پنجاه درصدش پیش رفته. اسمش احتمالا باید باشد اقتصاد برای همه یا چیزی مثل آن (با اجازه آقا پویان) محتوایش تقریبا چیزی مثل همین وبلاگ خواهد بود با کمی نظم منطقی و همراه با شکل و عدد رقم بیش تر و سعی می کند به زبان ساده به مردم عادی (در واقع برای تحصیل کرده های دانشگاهی) موضوعات روزمره اقتصاد مثل درآمد سرانه و عرضه و تقاضا و تورم و بیکاری و نرخ ارز و بازار و دخالت دولت و این جور چیزها را توضیح بدهد. علی زواشکیانی هم لطف بزرگی کرد و علاوه بر تشویق های مداوم برایم کتاب Economics for Idiots را فرستاد که خیلی به کارم آمد.
هنوز ایده ای راجع به شکل و اندازه ندارم و فکر کنم ناشر به تر بتواند تصمیم بگیرد. فعلا دو تا ناشر ابراز علاقه کرده اند که چاپش کنند. بسته به نظر ناشر ممکن است یک جلد یا دو جلد شود ولی هر چه هست باید کم حجم و ارزان و قابل خواندن برای همه باشد. گفتم قبل تمام شدن کار این جا خبرش را بدهم تا از ایده هایتان استفاده کنم.
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milad :
حامد جان کتاب به فارسی است؟
اتفاقا من هم همیشه دوست داشتم کتابی از اقتصاد بخونم که به زبان ساده همه ی شبهات و سوالات من رو در مورد مسائل اقتصادی پایه جواب بده.
milad - February 24, 2006 06:44 PM
نیما :
خیلی عالیه حامد! مثل همیشه
نیما - February 24, 2006 07:16 PM
hazhir :
Great job Hamed jaan, I would be interested to help with adding some questions at the end of chapters, or sth that helps people get feedback about what they have learnt and therefore improve their learning. I think the biggest missed value of books is when they don't get the reader to the point that they can utilize the concepts, and that needs some practice through exercises that the reader can get feedback on.
hazhir - February 24, 2006 07:16 PM
حامد.ع :
Economics for Idiots به اسم اقتصاد ساده،در ایران چاپ شده.بد نیست ترجمش رو هم ببینی.
حامد.ع - February 24, 2006 07:17 PM
AmirT :
Good news, and Good Luck!
AmirT - February 24, 2006 07:20 PM
نويد :
كيوان و حميد (با كمك دكتر) روي يك learning environment كار ميكنن كه به وسيله اون مفاهيم ساده عرضه و تقاضا رو ياد بدن.. البته فكر كنم گروه سني كه تو و اونا نشونه رفتين فرق داشته باشه... اما به هر حال اگر يك سي دي تكميلي داشته باشي كه در اون برخي مفاهيم با فيلم نشون داده بشه و به صورت شفاهي توضيح بدي و برخي چيزها در يك محيط مجازي بوسيله خواننده امكان تست داشته باشه چيز جالب تري ميشه. يا به جاي سي دي خوانندگان را به سمت يك سايت سوق بدي و در اون جا چنين امكاناتي را ارائه بدي... ضمن اين كه من نفهميدم تو با چه گروه سني و با چه تحصيلاتي ميخواهي طرف شي؟؟
نويد - February 24, 2006 08:16 PM
مهدی :
سلام من از خوندن نظرات اقتصادی شما خیلی دیدگاه ام بهتر شده اگر می تونی در باره ی قانون کپی رایت هم بنویس!
مهدی - February 24, 2006 09:06 PM
Anar :
adding to what Hazir said: question might scare regular people. How about a box or a summary section titled: things to remember from this chapter...or summary of the chapter(no more than a page)
Anar - February 24, 2006 09:45 PM
امیر علیزاده :
چه ایده خوبی! یک نیاز اساسی را در جامعه ارضا برآورده می کنی!
موفق باشی...
امیر علیزاده - February 24, 2006 09:52 PM
کاوه :
یک نکته: تو ایران idiot و dummy رو به "برای همه" ترجمه می کنند. اگه این کار رو نکنند فکر نکنند و اسم اصلی رو ترجمه کنند، فکر می کنید چند نفر می خرندش؟
:)
کاوه - February 24, 2006 10:21 PM
مهدی برکچيان :
مرحبا! خيلی ايده خوبيه. موفق باشی.
مهدی برکچيان - February 25, 2006 12:08 AM
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خدا به پدرخانمت سلامتی بده!
Anonymous - February 25, 2006 12:18 AM
پويان :
آقا اجازه ما هم دست شماست. كتاب رو تمام كن يه نسخه هم بفرست تا ما هم بخونيم.
پويان - February 25, 2006 12:26 AM
مهدی :
ٌٌwhy don't you let some of your friends, have to read your book, before it goes to print.
at least they can correct you on some points ,or give thier feedback.
مهدی - February 25, 2006 12:54 AM
Sahand :
One more thing; Iranian have spent lots of their precious time talking about useless issues such as the nature of blog etc and I do not want to be one of them. But briefly I am interested in mental life of the bloggers then the knowledge I may learn from them, for this, there are thousands of wonderful books with reasonable price. But in general people writing anonymously and controlling their comment section tells a lot about their psychological state and characters. They feel so ugly inside that they do not want the others know about others opinion on them. Yes people with known name and family may want to control their comment sections and it is understandable, but why anonymous people? This Pouyan, F.M. Sokhan and some others are typical of these trashcans, coving up the lid to keep the rotten smell inside.
Sahand - February 25, 2006 01:42 AM
Mehdi Razavi Salmasi :
This Sahand who does not have the guts to write under his real name and is a crazy guy and almost all bloggers know him very well. He was barking at Masoud behnoud, Hoder and some other bloggers. Nobody takes him seriously.
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Anonymous - February 25, 2006 03:59 AM
Sahand :
Hey baby monkey using Sahand’s name wanting to kill others, listen: It is all right to have a tail at home but please try your best to cover it up as best as you can when you step out, walking in the streets among people with that long tail is just funny.
Sahand - February 25, 2006 05:05 AM
Sahand :
aghaye Mehdi Razavi Salmasi: First; could not you find a shorter name to save at least the bandwidth of the Internet, let alone the other people dealing with this long term? Second; how do you know that Sahand is not my real name? oops, I do apologize, I must have known that the real names must been a long one. But I do forgive you for your being so childish and to show my greatness, let me tell you a real funny story:Once an Azerbaijani from the Republic of Azerbaijan wanted to meet Gorbachev, he goes to Kremlin and the secretary asks his name and he says his name was “ Haji- allah- shokor Pasha –Zade” The secretary knocks at Gorbachev's office door and says “ Haji- allah-shokor Pasha –Zade ‘ wants to meet you and Gorbachev says’ send them in one by one.”
Sahand - February 25, 2006 05:22 AM
Sahand :
Hey anonymous selling anti Sahand software: stick the program into your ass for a week and let me know how it felt, you might be awarded with some cash money.
Sahand - February 25, 2006 05:50 AM
:
Aakhjoon, manam mikhaam, kheyli ehtiyaaj daaram!
Anonymous - February 25, 2006 06:18 AM
Sahand :
For those idiot economist that sees dollar sign every way, here comes my hero: I was going to purchase this book and find out the followings that might help to open some blind eyes. ---- also I have some degree of doubt. --- It is about Richard Feynman
Editorial Reviews
From The Washington Post's Book World/washingtonpost.com
Anyone who writes knows how difficult it is to come up with a good title. Lynne Truss published a moderately enjoyable ramble about punctuation but somehow had the genius to call it Eats, Shoots and Leaves. John Berendt's new book is The City of Falling Angels -- certainly a haunting phrase, though still a notch below the viscerally thrilling words Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. In like fashion, I'm sure the sassy titles of the two Richard Feynman volumes here gathered together helped more than a little to make bestsellers out of the tape-recorded memoirs of a physicist: Surely, You're Joking, Mr. Feynman! (1985) and What Do You Care What Other People Think? (1988). It didn't hurt, of course, that both books were also enormously, irresistibly entertaining.
Twenty years on, there are three main reasons to welcome this complete edition of, as the subtitle has it, "all the adventures of a curious character." First off, it's packaged with a CD on which we can hear Feynman relating some of his serio-comic escapades at Los Alamos during the development of the atomic bomb. Nearly everyone who knew this playful and eccentric Nobel laureate seems to comment on his colloquial, self-amused, New York-y way of talking. So, as Ralph Leighton suggests in his preface: "If you listen to the CD first, you can become familiar with Feynman's voice and speaking style, and then hear him in your head as you read the book." Second, Classic Feynman rearranges the anecdotes in roughly chronological order and adds a superb foreword by the physicist Freeman Dyson and an affectionate afterword by Alan Alda (who played the Caltech scientist in the play "QED"). Dyson, in particular, underscores Feynman's place in modern physics. Despite his unexpected avocations (playing the bongos, drawing nudes, studying Mayan hieroglyphs, hanging out with showgirls in Las Vegas), "the central theme in his life was long, slow, hard work, slogging away at a difficult scientific problem with all his strength until it was solved." Feynman, emphasizes Dyson, always "took endless trouble to get the details right. He said that the job of a scientist is to listen carefully to nature, not to tell nature how to behave."
And what, you may ask, is the third reason to acquire Classic Feynman? Simple. Those old copies of his books have almost certainly been read to pieces or passed on to teenage children thinking about careers in science. You probably need a handsome, well-bound new edition. There aren't that many bestsellers of the 1980s about which one can say that.
As a boy, Richard Feynman (1918-1988) was clearly something of a young Tom Edison, and in his anecdotes one can occasionally detect the peculiar self-deprecating smugness of the naturally smart kid. In truth, though, Feynman's great trait isn't his intelligence; it's his passion to understand, his sheer doggedness, and this is what makes reading him so inspiring. Maybe we're each stuck with our own particular less-than-genius I.Q., but any of us can learn to be more determined, can learn to focus his or her energies on a difficult problem and eventually solve it. Feynman watches a dinner plate tossed vertically into the air like a Frisbee and begins to wonder about its wobble. This leads to years of research, and ultimately a Nobel Prize in physics. His sister sends him a letter written in Chinese characters -- she's studying the language -- and he goes off and learns enough Chinese calligraphy to write back, "Elder brother also speaks." (He adds, "I'm a real bastard -- I would never let my little sister score one on me.") Whether it's breaking into safes at Los Alamos (to show the need to beef up security), learning how to play in a Brazilian samba band, taking a year off to work in a biology lab on viruses or laboriously reviewing high school math textbooks, Feynman sets his life upon each task and never lets go. When one day he realizes he's yearning for a drink in the middle of the afternoon, he simply stops drinking forever.
His inquiring character was first formed by his father, who taught him that knowing the names of things wasn't the same as knowing them. The resulting independence of mind is then firmly ratified by his first wife, Arlene, the most wonderful person in this wonderful book. She and Feynman fall in love while in high school and agree to marry. But while they are engaged, Arlene is diagnosed with a fatal disease that they both know will kill her within five or six years. Feynman marries her anyway, against the wishes of both families, and loves her passionately till the end. She clearly deserves his devotion. It was Arlene, in the hospital in Albuquerque, who sends her husband pencils engraved, "RICHARD DARLING, I LOVE YOU! PUTSY." Feynman confesses to being embarrassed to use them at Los Alamos. You see, there are all these famous scientists and. . . . Incredulous, Arlene says, "Aren't you proud of the fact that I love you?" And then, without a pause, adds the words that Richard Feynman came to live by, long after Arlene was dead: "WHAT DO YOU CARE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK?"
Indeed, Feynman doesn't give a damn about propriety, convention or what Mrs. Grundy approves. When he arrives for his first teaching job at Cornell, he has trouble locating a place to stay and nearly sleeps in a pile of leaves. Years later, at an international conference, the Nobel laureate, knowing that the Hiltons and Marriotts are all booked up, happily reserves a room for a week in a rundown hotel catering mainly to prostitutes and their clients. As he once told himself as a graduate student, "You have no responsibility to live up to what other people think you ought to accomplish. I have no responsibility to be like they expect me to be: it's their mistake, not my failing."
Perhaps the best example of Feynman's self-understanding lies in his attitude toward money. After some happy years at Cornell, Feynman is lured to Caltech, where he is even happier. But one day the University of Chicago offers him "a tremendous amount of money, three or four times what I was making." He writes back:
"After reading the salary, I've decided that I must refuse. The reasons I have to refuse a salary like that is I would be able to do what I've always wanted to do -- get a wonderful mistress, put her up in an apartment, buy her nice things. . . . With the salary you have offered, I could actually do that, and I know what would happen to me. I'd worry about her, what she's doing; I'd get into arguments when I come home, and so on. All this bother would make me uncomfortable and unhappy. I wouldn't be able to do physics well, and it would be a big mess. What I've always wanted to do would be bad for me, so I've decided that I can't accept your offer."
As one reads along, Feynman's own mantra-like motto rings forth again and again: "This could be interesting." The phrase echoes through his mind when he sees a beautiful Japanese girl lingering outside his hotel room or when he accepts the task of trying to understand why the Challenger blew up as it rose into space. (The last hundred pages of this omnibus recount how Feynman slowly determined what went wrong on that heartbreaking day and his reactions, largely negative, to Washington political life.) Feynman spoke most of these stories into Ralph Leighton's cassette tape recorder, and we must be grateful for his friend's care and intelligent editing. Above all, and notwithstanding all the racy and amusing anecdotes, the scientist's conversation could be mined just for its wisdom about how we might live:
"I learned from her [his mother] that the highest forms of understanding we can achieve are laughter and human compassion."
"That's the way the world was: You worked long hours and got nothing for it, every day."
"Have no respect whatsoever for authority; forget who said it and instead look at what he starts with, where he ends up, and ask yourself, 'Is it reasonable?' "
"Our responsibility is to do what we can, learn what we can, improve the solutions, and pass them on. It is our responsibility to leave the people of the future a free hand. . . . If we suppress all discussion, all criticism, proclaiming 'This is the answer, my friends; man is saved!' we will doom humanity for a long time to the chains of authority, confined to the limits of our present imagination. It has been done so many times before."
Like Boswell's biography of Samuel Johnson or Robert Craft's diaries about Stravinsky, Classic Feynman brings a highly unusual man to vivid, blazing life. So if you somehow missed the original two books back in the '80s, here's yet one more reason to acquire Classic Feynman -- the chance to rectify your error. Good scientists, after all, learn from past mistakes.
Copyright 2005, The Washington Post. All Rights Reserved.
From Booklist
Not many Nobel laureates in physics amuse themselves by playing the bongo drums and cracking safes. But the capricious personality of Richard Feynman contained more than a few surprises. And it is the sheer unpredictability of this high-spirited genius--partial to the company of Las Vegas showgirls when not in the Caltech lecture hall--that has attracted so many readers to his disarmingly candid memoirs, Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman! and What Do You Care What Other People Think? Now chronologically collated into one omnibus volume (packaged with a CD of one of Feynman's signature lectures), these memoirs display perhaps the most flamboyant personality in modern science. So colorful are some of the episodes here gathered that readers might forget (as Freeman Dyson remarks in his perceptive foreword) the careful and painstaking theorist who probed the atom with rare insight. Still, this collection does include Feynman's account of how--in quite casual circumstances--he spontaneously devised scientific experiments to determine the characteristics of ants' feet and humans' noses. Though the essays are available elsewhere, the autobiographical structure adds interest for the author's many fans. Bryce Christensen
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Sahand - February 25, 2006 06:36 AM
sina :
sahand khan
Sahel khanum chetoran
sina - February 25, 2006 07:30 AM
Sahand :
Can anybody Help me in finding a good psychologist
Sometimes I lose my mind and I say DARI VARI. I need to be cured as soon as possible.
Sahand - February 25, 2006 09:27 AM
Nami :
Hi. I had such an idea for a few weeks. I came to this decision that the best target for such a book is student around mid school and highschool. so if I were you, I would have tried to write such books like a comic strip or a story with economics principles (And of course You are not me!)
Nami - February 25, 2006 06:19 PM
Sahand :
agha Sina: hala az koja fahmidid ke esme khanome man Sahel-e? man faghat ye Sina mishnasam ke khili vaghte azesh khabar nadaram. shoma tou Orange county California hasteed?
Sahand - February 25, 2006 08:32 PM
مردی... :
تضمین میکنم حداقل یک نسخه اش را بخرم، لازم و ضروریست، گمانم هدف پر کردن خلا ناشی از عدم وجود واحدهای اقتصاد در سایر رشته های دانشگاهی ایران باشه در این صورت مخاطبهای کتابت طیف خیلی گسترده ای میشند با سطح اطلاعات و دانش فوق العاده پراکنده. راضی کردن این طیف مخاطب کار سختیه. موید باشی جوون!
مردی... - February 25, 2006 10:02 PM
sina :
Sahand jan
khoshahlam peydat kardam. agha ye email behem bezan sina2538@yahoo.com ta shomarato begiram ba ham ye hal o ahvali konim
ghorbanat
Sina
sina - February 25, 2006 10:33 PM
اميرحسين :
موفق باشید! ما که منتظریم!
اميرحسين - February 26, 2006 05:41 PM