December 2009
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Realization:
One of the reasons I absolutely adore Battlestar Galactica is because the opening theme is the Gayatri Mantra my mother used to sing to me before bed. Oddly comforting.
AUM BHOOR BHUWAH SWAHA, TAT SAVITUR VARENYAM BHARGO DEVASAYA DHEEMAHI DHIYO YO NAHA PRACHODAYAT.
“writing is easy. all you do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of...”
– Gene Fowler - journalist and biographer
Collapse
nothingshortof:
When our rivers run dry and our crops cease to grow And when our summers grow longer and winters won’t snow From the banks of the ocean and the ice in the hills To the fight in the desert where progress stands still When we’ve lost our will That’s how we’ll know This is not a test, oh no This is cardiac arrest Of a world too proud to admit our mistakes We’re crashing into the...
Stiglitz: 6 Harsh lessons We Failed to Learn →
1. Markets are not self-correcting, and without adequate regulation, they are prone to excess.
2. There are many reasons for market failures. Too-big-to-fail financial institutions had perverse incentives: Privatized gains, socialized losses. .
3. When information is imperfect, markets often do not work well – and information imperfections are central in finance.
4. Keynesian policies do...
I Don't Have Time To Babysit Your Mind.
“I like everything. Boyish girls, girlish boys, the heavy and the skinny. Which...”
– Angelina Jolie
“Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on.”
– Henry Rollins
Being Back Means:
- slices of fresh ginger in hot water with honey.
- reading with zero interruptions.
- catching up on my geek-love for the Planet Money podcast team.
- wearing my t-shirt and surf shorts around the apartment all day.
- listening to car horns while people in the city lock and unlock their vehicles.
- staring off into space for most of the day.
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“To succeed in the world it is not enough to be stupid, you must also be...”
– Voltaire
"Hey. You. You Call Me Sir."
I'm Sorry I'm Not There For You Anymore.
“I’ve had eighteen straight whiskeys; I think that’s a record.”
– Dylan Thomas’ last words
Oh Holy Shrunken Steps.
Now I’m wondering on whether I should just give the world and all its horrors my body. Let it wrack whatever brutality it craves. Give in, finally, part of my being. But I will keep my mind. That will be mine, as part of the bargain. I will use the energy I can from no longer concerning myself with that part of being, and thus apply it to the freeing of my mind. I want no more tethers...
