There is a comforting fairy tale that people tell themselves about food regulation. Europe is the anxious parent cutting grapes into quarters, America is the cool uncle tossing the kid a steak knife and saying, “Build character.” Both sides insist they are protecting the child. Both sides are partly right. And when it comes to beef, the argument is not really about beef. It is about what you do with … Read the rest
Tired after more than twelve hours working day I was driving home through Andrássy Street recently and got slowed down by the taxi drivers’ protest. Blue lights, horns, yellow cars squeezed together like irritated bees. In that moment, when the city suddenly becomes a bottleneck of human frustration, you cannot help wondering how many strange incentives are packed into one square kilometer of Budapest traffic.
At first glance they looked … Read the rest
