Will the wonders of technology never cease? Two mavericks in economics<\/FONT><\/B><\/A> — Edward C. Prescott, 63, and Finn This must hardly come as news to Mae Lee, a Jersey City, N.J., madam who has exploited the power of technology to grow her business and increase its productivity. As Andrew Jacobs reports this Nobel laureates Prescott and Kyland did not mention the empowerment of women in their prize-winning work, clearly an oversight. But Jacobs, who did not share in the prize, points As long as the subject of technologically empowered call girls has come up, our favorite former blogger, Belle de Jour<\/FONT><\/B><\/A>, will have a book out soon, “Intimate Adventures of a London Call Coincidentally, a friend writes: <\/P> Released in 1959, to be exact. There’s also a jazz album “Pull My Daisy,”<\/FONT><\/B><\/A> by the David Amram Quartet, and a poem “Pull My Daisy,”<\/FONT><\/B><\/A> by Kerouac, Ginsberg and Neal Cassady. Here’s the first stanza:<\/P>
\nE. Kydland, 60 — were just awarded the 2004 Nobel Prize for demonstrating that “innovative technology” and some other stuff “play a much greater role in causing booms and recession than fluctuations in demand.” In other words, they “placed new emphasis on supply-side shocks like
\ntechnology<\/FONT><\/B><\/A> in explaining higher productivity.” <\/P>
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\nmorning<\/B><\/FONT><\/STRONG><\/A>, “The realm of the dingy bordello and the vengeful pimp is increasingly giving way to professionally run enterprises, many of them headed by women, that have seized on the anonymity and marketing power of the Internet.” <\/P>
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\nout that the Manhattan Yellow Pages these days lists more than 30 pages of escort services, far more than the number of pages listing psychologists, plumbers or real estate brokers. (Talk about
\nempowerment, Mae Lee also runs “a Christmas toy drive for needy children.”)<\/P>
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\nGirl.”<\/FONT><\/B><\/A> If it’s as entertaining her blog was, it ought to be a movie.<\/P>
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\nI saw Robert Frank’s “Cocksucker Blues”<\/FONT><\/B><\/A> (actually it was little more than raw footage barely spliced together) at a special screening, when I was living
\nin London. It was at a little avant-theater in Chelsea. Go see it if it comes your way … classic verite<\/EM> in the rawest sense, “real” to say the least. I always wondered what happened
\nto that footage. Frank, as you likely know, made “Pull My Daisy”<\/FONT><\/B><\/A> with Kerouac, Ginsberg and Corso in the late ’50s.<\/BLOCKQUOTE>
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