“This book is an absolutely excellent narrative of the horror that we have in the credit markets right now… It’s a wonderful explanation of how it happened and why it’s so rotten, and why it will take a long time to unwind.” (Paul Steiger, former Mng Editor, Wall Street Journal)
Yup, you’ve got it right! I’m currently re-reading The Trillion Dollar Meltdown: Easy Money, High Rollers, and the Great Credit Crash (by Charles R. Morris) and I thought to give you a little push into reading it, too. So, here we go:
First of all, you have to know that Morris is criminally smart, deliciously pissed, and just the kind of crochety old “In my day…” guy I would want to be in charge of my money, if I had any. Though his political leanings are pretty obviously to the left of center, they serve to underscore an important truth: every American is a free-market capitalist, however much he may have loved the Che Guevara poster on his dorm-room wall.
Tags: and the Great Credit Crash, bloomberg, capitalism, Charles R. Morris, che guevara, economy, empire state of mind, george soros, High Rollers, meltdown, the financial crisis, The Trillion Dollar Meltdown: Easy Money, Wall Street Journal
How are you? Strike a happy pose 4 us, That’s it, Thank you, Hello, Goodbye,
Ms Alwaysontheroad, one day here, one day there, and again it’s time to go…
stray: to wander from a direct course or at random; stray: (of an animal) having no home or having wandered away from home; an animal moving about aimlessly or without any destination;
straight up: in bartending, the term straight up refers to an alcoholic drink that is shaken or stirred with ice, strained, and served in a stemmed glass; straight up: truthfully, honestly, seriously;
Note: I really think this is the saddest stray doggie I’ve ever photographed. 🙂
– It’s such a waste to order a whole bottle of wine for just the two of us. We can barely finish half.
– Don’t worry. The more we leave behind, the more people in the restaurant will be able to try it. The sommelier, the headwaiter, all the way down to the waiter who fills the water glasses. That way a lot of people will start to acquire a taste for good wine. Which is why leaving expensive wine is never a waste.
– Sometimes you’re just the sweetest thing. Like Christmas, summer holidays and a brand-new puppy all rolled into one. But someday you’ll get married to your Mr. Sputnik and forget all about me. And I won’t be able to call you in the middle of the night whenever I want to. Right? Continue reading
(Warning: this post is unusually pissed off and includes high levels of subjectivity.We’ll be back to regular programming next time.)
Click here (at your own risk!) for THE MOST RETARDED cover I’ve ever heard.
Also, this (song?!) was the longest product placement/ad I`ve ever seen:
0:25 – Beats by Dr. Dre
2:02 – Ice watch (make sure the logo is clearly visibile)
2:12 – BlackBerry PlayBook (repeatedly, they had the biggest budget in this thing)
3:18 – Apple (in lyrics)
Are they making music, or 313 seconds of ads?
Oh, want to know the recipe for stealing real talent from others and piece together this garbage? Well, it’s simple:
1. Make sure you have solid position in the charts.
2. Pick a beautiful hit from the eighties, preferably a song unknown to most of the teenagers.
3. Take the chorus out of it.
3. Write a few lines of uninspired lyrics.
4. Combine the chorus and your own lyrics shamelessly into a totally different song, different enough to make teenagers think it’s an original.
5. Get away with it too easily, due to the fans’s adoration.
6. Profit! (AKA people used for their money).
P.S.: Didn’t they (already) have a song saying: “Let’s get retarded, let’s get re-tar-ded in here”? (again, this is painful to watch and the voices are awful, so click it at your own risk). The point is: why did they need to make another retarded song if they already had one?
And what happened to this kind of music? I know, this is one “Amelia Earhart”-question. But, still!
The following is an excerpt from Roger Rosenblatt’s “Unless it Moves the Human Heart: The Craft and Art of Writing,” which has been published by HarperCollins on January 11th.
In “Unless It Moves the Human Heart,” he tracks the progress of a graduate writing course he taught at Stony Brook University in the spring semester of 2008. The course, called “Writing Everything,” had students write short stories, poems, and essays so that they might stretch a bit and concentrate on the strengths of each of the different forms. The following passage represents something that didn’t fit into any of the classes but seemed worth saying.
TO: My ungrateful students
RE: An inspirational letter
Oh, read it anyway. You may not need this postscript as much as I need to give it to you. But there is something about writing I haven’t told you, in part because it smacks of the sentimental and abstract—two of the monsters I’ve hoped to drive from your work. And yet, if I fail to give you this final piece of information, if I let you stride toward that desk of yours thinking that good writing consists only of precision and restraint, and of the right words in the right order, and using anticipation over surprise, and imagination over invention and the preference of the noun to the adjective and the verb to the adverb, and a dozen other little lessons, however helpful they may be, you may conclude that once you’ve nailed these ideas, well, you’re a writer. Well, you’re not. Not yet.
Tags: Chekhov, Dickens, George Eliot, journalism, Lewis Thomas, Making toast, Milton, Roger Rosenblatt, short stories, The New Yorker, To my ungrateful students, Unless it Moves the Human Heart: The Craft and Art of Writing, Writers, Writing, Writing everything
Fond of bright colours, surreal and fantasy photography?
Then you just may want to check out these photographs:
“Is it odd to photograph pylons?”
… is asking Purple T.
Photo by Brian Micklethwai.