Hey Ho

Seems a real friendly guy. Fancy striking up a conversation with him. Maybe make a crack about the really hot weather or something.

Was at Starbucks today and every time someone says 'chai-tea latte' it makes me cringe. It has to be pointed out that chai means tea in Hindi.

Have been watching some off-beat British comedies - Saxondale and Pulling. A little obscene/inappropriate but with funny authentic characters. What I like about British tv shows is that most stop after 2 or 3 seasons. Explore the characters and relationships, but put a stop while things are still fairly fresh. Unlike for e.g. Two and a Half Men which is on what it's ninth season and is still contriving a way to chug along even after it's main actor is no longer on the show. A few other off the beaten path shows I like are Californication, East Bound and Down, Louis C.K. and the League.

Aloha!

Yes, I am still around. Life has been very very busy. Summer has been a blur. A blur. A bluurrr.

How are you doing?

She caught the Katy..

She caught the Katy...and left me a mule to ride.

For some reason just can't get that song out of my head. Its such an awesome song though. Everyone should listen to it atleast once in their lives.

Happy Summer Folks!

Yes, the moron is finally here. We had 55 F weather in the middle of June but that nonsense is finally gone. Gone gone gone.

Life has been ok. Busy at work. This and that and time flies on. On and on. On and on and on.

I think we need to come up with a good tongue twister employing the words weiner, wiener and whiner . Whiny Weiner's Wiener Whines When Weiner.....hmm...can't get a good ending. What's up with these politicos anyway? I think in some sense it's like skydiving or moutainclimbing. Some sort of rush from surviving the possible career/life endagering consequences of their actions. Not so cool if you make a wrong step and plunge 2000 ft. Ooopss.

Don't you love this guy?

So much passion. So much emotion. Vive la revolution!

Awful

Given its the holiday season, it is my duty to say something negative and put a damper on it. Yay!

So, this friend of mine has some acquaintances in the 'theater world', and he called me to the 'premiere' of this movie in a theater west of Lincoln Park. The theater turned out to be a 800 sq ft dump of a place near a McDonalds, and the movie turned out to be so bad that one is tempted to suppress free speech and mercilessly destroy such putrescence so that folks are saved from accidental brain damage.

It was initially just awful enough to make me erupt into muffled sniggers, but later it became so awful that as mentioned earlier I wished I was in a totalitarian regime where things such as this would have lead to some missing people and a movie that never happened.

What was the story? It is about this guy who is a psychiatrist during the day, but has this vague desire to clean out public toilets at night. He dresses as a dude to clean the men's johns and as a woman to clean out the women's jennys(?). In the loo he meets this guy who has a cleanliness obsession, and together they have fantasies about a giant cockroach. What this means in reality is that 60% of the movie is shot in the Metra Toilets a few blocks from where I work, and the cockroach is this dude in a motorcyle helmet with brown straws hanging out.

Not surprisingly, the psychiatrists day jobs involves counseling those who want to change their gender. One scene involves a fat white butt-ugly dude in a blond wig saying - "...ohh I feel so feminine. I want to leave my wife, kids and everything to be who I want to be.". Damn funny no? But no. Everyone is dead serious. Then this psychiatrist gives him advice - "Why not just cross-dress first before changing gender? Maybe you just like womens clothes?" Not sure why this scene had to part of the movie, but then another patient comes in.

Its a middle aged dude who advices his psychiatrist to try out some psychedelic pills that he snagged from a drug trial. What is the drug made of? Uranium. What?? Uranium? I wanted to ask - Uranium-235 or Uranium-238? Apparently popping a pill filled with Uranium gets you high because of all those electrons pelting your mind. No, you don't die due to radiation poisoning as your tissues get annihilated. Also, which doctor takes medication from a patient?

I know I just quoted some random disconnected scenes, because that's exactly what it was. The concept of a screenplay was completely alien to the director (apart from the alien cockroach that is). The movie ended (thank the Lord) with everyone popping Uranium pills and getting high. What was the point? Ingest Uranium? Wear a cockroach helmet? Cross-dress and clean public-transit toilets?

I was miffed I had to pay 15$ to watch this garbage. My initially thought was - expensive but a worthy contribution to promote art in Chicago. My art patron hallucination. Yes, hallucination it was because the directors and actors should be fined for making people watch this complete mockery of what a movie is.

Blogs that have ended

I got into this blogging business a while back, and though I don't update very frequently I do sparingly sprinkle my blog with smatterings of my sparkling wit. Just happened to click through to many of the blogs I haven't visited in a while, and about 70% of them have for all practical purposes ended. Its interesting how almost no blog just stops abruptly. People feel the need to say something witty or solemn or sad or happy i.e. evoke a special feeling to mark the occasion. Why this human obsession with not being forgotten? Mausoleums, pyramids, named buildings, companies - all to stay remembered.

No I am not closing this blog (not that anyone cares). Its kind of fun to update occasionally and though there is not much personal information it does play the role of an online diary. Usually when I read an entry from back in the day, it does bring back memories from around that period of time. The power of association is probably the best way to encrypt something - out there for everyone to see but the personal meaning of fairly mundane things can never be replicated! Ha ha.

What else is up? Good summer. No complaints. Oh yeah did a road trip to Yellowstone. 3300 miles driven in 5 days. Fun stuff. Might update later with details.

Tiffany & Co

Gross margin (gross profit as a percentage of net sales) increased to 57.8% in the second quarter, from 55.1% last year, partly reflecting the recapture of higher product costs through retail price increases, as well as manufacturing efficiencies and a decline in wholesale sales of rough diamonds. Gross margin was 57.8% in the first half, compared with 55.5% last year.

Wow. This does not even include the fact that the diamond market itself is one big cartel controlled by De Beers, the Russians and a couple of other players. There was an article in the NYTimes about the fall in diamond prices in '09 as demand collapsed. One of advisors to a diamond producer said the following :

How the buy-in price for the stones will be set, and how the company will determine when the price goes up and down, is unclear, Mr. Malinin said.

"We have to tell people that diamonds are valuable," he said. "We are trying to maintain the price, just as De Beers did, as all diamond producing countries do. But what we are doing is selling an illusion," meaning a product with no utility and a price that depends on the continued sense of scarcity where there is none.

Just like gold. The whole jewelry industry is one big marketing trick. I do not understand the human obsession from ancient times with 'precious' stones and gold.

Yo

Yes, I said yo. Summer it is and life is good. No complaints. Really. Which might explain why I am not blogging prolificly.

Man this Bloomberg News

Bloomberg News has a tendency to create these headlines by putting together a lot of keywords which individually make sense but all together don't. Keywords to make sure the article turns up in search engines. All said, this is ridiculous :

Strippers Declare Inflation Dead in Zero-Coupon Bond Revival

What?? Since when did the adult entertainment industry begin tracking implied future changes in broad price levels as reflected in the price of treasury bonds.

Now, on deeper investigation stripping refers to the practice of separating (or stripping) the interest and principal components of treasury bonds and marketing them separately. A financial analyst who does this stripping, would be well...a stripper.

European countries offer $41 billion to Greece

Its like telling an alchoholic - "You know I feel really bad you have been sober for a week. Here kiddo. Here is a bottle of vodka, go have fun."

I think there is some sense in bailing out countries which are essentially solvent, but are going through a balance of payments crisis. Stabilize the currency enough for them to work through the crisis. The Asian countries in the late 90's. They all bounced back strongly.

Given the level of public debt, the budget deficit and rampant tax evasion, Greece has no viable mechanism to pay that money back. Another Argentina waiting to happen. Better to armtwist first and extract serious structural change before lending any money.

Opening lines...

ANTONIO

In sooth, I know not why I am so sad:
It wearies me; you say it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn;
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself.

..from "The Merchant of Venice". I studied it through high school, and know the opening lines almost by heart. As we progressed through the book, we were tested on the entire book up to the point where we had stopped. So, I ended up studying the first act for like 20 tests!

Doesn't it describe how I feel? Not sad but a weird feeling of malaise. See there is no legitimate reason for me to feel so. In the poker game of life, I have been dealt a fairly decent set of cards. Obviously, a sense of entitlement could still make me feel disappointed, but I claim no such title. Quite simply, people are strange.

In the grand tradition of humanity, I shall externalize my feelings. Its the crappy wet snow this weekend. Its the frustration of summer being around the corner, but not being there yet. Its getting up at 7 in the morning during the week, and having to do homework all weekend. Its the uncertainty about the future, not that anyone has been able to successfully divine the future. Its this. Its that. Its this and that.

Oh well

"Signs of exuberance are everywhere. An investor in Shanghai recently bought 54 apartments in a single day; a villa sold for $30 million last year; and in December a consortium of developers paid more than $3.5 billion for a huge tract of land in Guangzhou, one of the highest prices paid for any property, anywhere. In the city of Tianjin, in north China, developers have created a $3 billion "floating city," a series of islands built on a natural reservoir, featuring villas, shopping malls, a water amusement park and what they say will be the world's largest indoor ski resort."

From today's New York Times. If my memory serves me right, the last place that built the world's largest ski ramp was...surprise..surprise...Dubai! The last place that built a "floating world" was...surprise..surprise...Dubai!

The eternal optimism of humanity. I read somewhere that the only ones who perceive odds realistically are the chronically depressed. However, without this optimism we wouldn't have airplanes or computers or space missions. See, we would rather try and fail than fail to try.

Did you know?

Did you know that Mahatma Gandhi stayed in Bayswater, as a student in London? Did you also know that I lived in Bayswater, when I had to work in London? My hope is that the similarity between the two of us doesn't end there.

Silly statements aside, what I take away most from having started "My Experiments with Truth", is the story of redemption. From Babu to Bapu. From a shy insecure barrister to the leader of a nation. Interestingly, what endears us to any great historical figure, say Gautama Buddha or Jesus Christ, is this transcension beyond human frailty.

I think the success of Obama's electoral campaign was because he couched himself in subtly messanic terms. I mean, his autobiography was called "The Audacity of Hope". Humans are a sucker for hope. :) Of course, only time will tell if he is going to deliver on his message.

Topic change, and inappropriate joke (no offense meant to anyone) :

Why did the fashion show in the West Bank end with a bang?

There was suicide bomber.

(*You may now laugh*)

Price Stability

The Big B (Ben Bernanke, of course) on price stability :

Price stability plays a dual role in modern central banking: It is both an end and a means of monetary policy.

As one of the Fed's mandated objectives, price stability itself is an end, or goal, of policy. Fundamentally, price stability preserves the integrity and purchasing power of the nation's money. When prices are stable, people can hold money for transactions and other purposes without having to worry that inflation will eat away at the real value of their money balances. Equally important, stable prices allow people to rely on the dollar as a measure of value when making long-term contracts, engaging in long-term planning, or borrowing or lending for long periods. As economist Martin Feldstein has frequently pointed out, price stability also permits tax laws, accounting rules, and the like to be expressed in dollar terms without being subject to distortions arising from fluctuations in the value of money.³ Economists like to argue that money belongs in the same class as the wheel and the inclined plane among ancient inventions of great social utility. Price stability allows that invention to work with minimal friction.

Let me elaborate briefly on the relationship between price stability and the other two goals of monetary policy. First, price stability promotes efficiency and long-term growth by providing a monetary and financial environment in which economic decisions can be made and markets can operate without concern about unpredictable fluctuations in the purchasing power of money. As I have already noted, the dollar provides a reasonably secure gauge of real economic values only when inflation is low and stable. High and variable inflation degrades the quality of the signals coming from the price system, as producers and consumers find it difficult to distinguish price changes arising from changes in product supplies and demands from changes arising from general inflation. Because prices constitute a market economy's fundamental means of conveying information, the increased noise associated with high inflation erodes the effectiveness of the market system. High inflation also complicates long-term economic planning, creating incentives for households and firms to shorten their horizons and to spend resources in managing inflation risk rather than focusing on the most productive activities.

More recently, the evidence has mounted not only that low and stable inflation is beneficial for growth and employment in the long-term but also that it contributes importantly to greater stability of output and employment in the short to medium term. Specifically, during the past twenty years or so, in the United States and other industrial countries the volatility of both inflation and output have significantly decreased--a phenomenon known to economists as the Great Moderation (Bernanke, 2004). This finding challenges some conventional economic views, according to which greater stability of inflation can be achieved only by allowing greater fluctuations in output and employment. The key to explaining why price stability promotes stability in both output and employment is the realization that, when inflation itself is well-controlled, then the public's expectations of inflation will also be low and stable. In a virtuous circle, stable inflation expectations help the central bank to keep inflation low even as it retains substantial freedom to respond to disturbances to the broader economy.

Given the spectacular (and going to be even more spectacular) debt levels of most western nations, it would be interesting to see how things turn out over the next few years. Paraphrasing Hamlet, to print, or not to print, that is the question.

Whats with the strikes?

Lufthansa employees on strike. British Airways employees on strike. Greek unions strike after government freezes pay. Boeing employees strike after threats of job cuts. Strike and what? Decrease profits even more?

Don't they know that all it will do is lead to even bigger layoffs down the road e.g. GM/Chrysler/Ford? Profitability issues slowly morph into spectacular losses and bankruptcy (or near bankruptcy as in the case of Ford.). Maybe apart from Greece, most of these countries have pretty good labor laws which really obviates the need for unions. Unions end up behaving like a cartel, basically holding the company hostage to extract a disproportionate share of economic output.

Speaking of strikes. Lets talk about a strike out. Whats with the fun crap shoot in Iraq, when it is turning out to be that the nukes are in Iran after all? All Saddam did was build big palaces, abuse the football team for losing matches and defile historical sites by having his name inscribed on every brick. It saddens me though. Countries like Iraq, Iran and Afghanistan were at the forefront of art and culture for 3000 years. Why are they in such a mess now? At least India and China are coming back after a century or two of colonial dacoity.

Ridonculous

US college graduation rates by state. By not completing college, one loses the 50% boost to lifetime income. Its also a waste of state resources to have an institution where over half the students don't even graduate. (Click on the picture for more detail.)

Amusingly, only 22.4% percent of students in Alaska complete college. Hmm. Gets one thinking.

Bloomberg Headline

"Allied Rockets Kill 12 Civilians in Afghan Fighting; McChrystal Apologizes"

A single murder leads to jail, but a mass killing leads to a sincere apology. Oh well.

What is..

the similarity between these two songs?

- Gold Digger by Kanye West

and the R&B classic

- I got a woman by Ray Charles

Answer (highlight to see the text): The hook for the first song is lifted straight out of the second. Amusingly, Ray Charles sings about a woman who "gives me money when I am in need, a friend indeed", while Mr. Kanye refers to those who prefer to take rather than give. "Gives me money" becomes "takes my money". "Friend indeed" becomes "trifling friend indeed". Tsk tsk Kanye. Ray Charles was blind for much of his life, and lost his parents as a teenager. So, Kanye do you really need to complain about women you take all your money?

Red Earth and Pouring Rain

What could my mother be
to yours? What kin is my father
to yours anyway? And how
did you and I meet ever?

But in love our hearts are as red
earth and pouring rain:
mingled
beyond parting.

- Cempulappeyanirar

Its a translation of a poem from Karunkotai, a 2nd century collection of Tamil Sangam poetry. Interestingly, I read a book by Vikram Chandra called "Red Earth and Pouring Rain", which quotes these as its opening lines. Just happened to come across the verse again.

Another one I liked -

Only the dim witted says its evening
when the sun goes down
and the sky reddens,
when misery deepens,
and the mullai begins to bloom,
in the dusk.

But even when the tufted cock,
calls in the long city,
and the long night
breaks into dawn,
it is evening:
even noon
is evening,
to the companionless.

- Milaipperun Kantan

A couple of nice ones from a 7th century collection of Sanskrit poetry by Bhartrihari. Yes, most of the poetic structure has most likely been mangled in translation.

For one short act, a child; next act a boy
In love; then poor; a short act to enjoy
Status and wealth; till in the last act, Man,
Painted with wrinkles, body bent with age,
Ending the comedy which birth began,
Withdraws behind the curtain of life's stage.

---

A man lives long who lives a hundred years:
Yet half is sleep, and half the rest again
Old age and childhood. For the rest, a man
Lives close companion to disease and tears,
Losing his love, working for other men.
Where can joy find a space in this short span?

---

In former days we'd both agree
That you were me, and I was you.
What has happened now to us two,
That you are you, and I am me?

---

Her face is not the moon, nor are her eyes
Twin lotuses, nor are her arms pure gold:
She's flesh and bone. What lies the poets told!
Ah, but we love her, we believe the lies.

---

The ignorant are quickly satisfied,
And argument will soon convince the wise;
But Heaven's own wisdom scarcely will suffice
To contradict a half-baked scholar's pride.

Not bad eh?!