Killing in Geometry!

Gosh I really like This Guy! His name is STEVEN STROGATZ! Well this guy is string of eminent in his fancy fan! Come your little cursives brains can kill the cat in here! He says. His fain his main! He is in love in his love twiddle in his cradles! hUP this naked gentleman is really cool. Are you not agree? Any way he is telling us shortest cut our life from in here and there! From birth to death in a second! --By the way I read an article that self-hanging is the most effective form of end your life, it is called a hanging in pole, a geometry killing! If you are thinking of have one! Hey I am not liable in here! -- Love geometry, I found them in everywhere, leaves flowers cloud. Our little school in my village, we had a wonderful teacher, he was a principle too, a small school of course waste not want not. He taught us math and geometry; sometime we went out field trips near mountain and shore, founding geometry in seashells, stones, flowers plant leaves and in your eyes…etc. I know something very significant in geometry; it is a godly form, yes everything has its relations. My attraction geometry is the beauty, wondrous beauty in every form, never thought about that, logic well yes if that is logic then I am very logical which Alan is disagree, very physical glorious beauty. When I write poems, imagination of imagery, abstract forms which relation in every relation, I have a space aircraft in my imagination across milk way bridge, visual form very visual things; horror terror in warriors gowned, they come to me as a mirage of horizon, sometimes puzzle for long time I could not figure these out, but tucked into my mind and all of sudden come to me a real form so I write poem…. Awe, brilliant beauty which I can not described that makes me cry and humble…

Geometry Update: Wikepedia Sacred Geomerty

Hey I Found This First!

Yes indeed, a nice juicy cool stuff, all spicy brains congealed with oiled with a buxom palpable in their scoreboards! Great great very alluring free night cap.

Prof Greg knows where is nice things to get free! dig here and “Modigliani-Miller Theorem” nicely explain, this M-M Theorem I intented to follow up and I forget it for while. When I encountered this M-M first time, I had to pull out my brain from the box and I counted it with my coils and strings on my scoreboard, tried to figure out this grace of garbage gallows scores!

“The Modigliani-Miller theorem says leverage and capital structure are irrelevant,…”

THE SHARE PRICE....

I WANT TO LIVE!!! you die!

This afternoon I went to walk the university cemetery, went thought the little lane of white rose bush. Death mean death nothingness. Air was stuffy just normal so normal. The way the daylight stake bare every gravestone. Not an infinity not a mystery but a death, scentless death. I didn’t have any feeling toward these glittering golden hands shake. Went through bit further, narrow gapped little road and I lost waste kind of inside cemetery. All poking out cross like skeleton hands, waves aimless clouds. Sunday so they might cross crossing their god. Nice spot around ready for another death. You veiled your primordial earning front of lifeless stones. Few pictures around, but they were not lively, the moment of origin is gone so no more invisible beauty in their faces.
Mystery rhythms flows wildest nastiness, all the aliment of life is not there. No one imposed liberty or law or nothing just let themselves be there, but they are not validate anything at all! That is why they are dead, that is not infinity but they lost of their origin of life; that is their nothingness!
No one blogging on Sunday so all economists must be dead on Sunday!! A nice day to be dead for all economists! A nice to be dead the creation of the universe day!

Lovely duopoly!!

Krugman Copy Right 543-march-8
Krugman Copy Right 543-march-10
But I have license to steal so I am stealing it stark daylight!

Lots of nice flying objectives! ETs’ chewing gums! My favorite nice charts work. I can make charts very beautifully too, and I think all the text books must be full of pictures so make us fun to learn. Like cartoon, Sesame Street! Wow that case I will be the TOP! Wouldn’t’ be nice everything just charts!

This dumping thing is two edges sword. In a business, we trained to exploit ruthlessly every possible ways, chivalry is dead as they says, this hyper-competitive arena you have to everything to do make buck; make happy tax man, staff, and your lover etc... Free market has an inviolable vile deed. But this not means us across to boundaries. There no such thing win win in a business I think. What a ridiculous crap concept. You die I live! Ethological human ethology!!!

Korea, USA beef import saga that was very political suicidal attempt for Korean government. Watching distant I could understand two different view points clearly. I neither agree nor disagree with both sides. I was not torn between two at all. Because I could see in the two side of coin clearly. But strictly I agreed with K-government! Grown painlessly. It was deeply rooted incorrigible emotional thing! Korean farmers were forced to “scarifie” during the economic growth. They had to supply cheap food for city workers who made things cheaply so that pay must be a peanut so food must cheap, so Korea could export cheap products.

But nice to see now all the countries and all the people become a savvy they know their right and their entitlement and what they are getting. We are become a very smart global family. All credit to the technology.

Recently at news, a lady from Mildura, her handbag was stolen while she was shopping. She was out of mind out of site. All her saving in her bag, for buying a house. Thieves took her bag without knowing the sleeping beauty. Wow what a bonanza! They could have been prince of thieves! Wake sleeping beauty up with fully fling!!! They could not shut their mouth when they opened the bag! Full my beauty cash hehee! O man you can imagine their eyeballs out of their sockets blazing around each other faces snorting sheer of unfortunate about run out luck! Soon after police caught them, what a shame! The story was, the lady immigrated from a war torn country. So she didn’t’ trust banks! Fair enough, they are all thieves in her eyes! So she put her money in her house somewhere: Probably carried them in her handbag all the time as she could not trust her house either. So she was a zero-amortize-walking-bank-no-interest. Turn out to be not really safe either! Anyway, so her money was sleeping with dear cold economic with full of risk!

Free World!

Lets see how the GATT boys scratch back each other, here is the screech back each other song from Krugman Blog:

GATT principles:

Non-discrimination:
Most Favored Nation (MFN)
National treatment
Negotiation: Rounds
Irreversibility: Binding

Sounds really good really good, goody each other scratch all arena not only itche spots.

And here noble thinking:

GATT-think (as originally proposed)

1.Exports good

2.Imports bad

3.More trade good

i.e., enlightened mercantilism

Sounds all nobles, nasty calculators build in their evil clews, and neon lighted into their evils sockets and wolf smile, ready to back knifing. Free Trade; Exports good Imports bad and More trade is warfare! So Free Trade is my booty foot, really my booty foot (by they way I love boots)! What you have to do that is you have get around with big boys smile smile, please please begging! And small boys;hey small boy buy my goods? yours? Hell nap! Just buy mine, here is a great obnoxious price! If small guy don’t buy mine, I initiate a warfare, invade with my cheap few million troops with currency weapon and wipe you off from the world map!

Any way sounds good to me! That is why when I am leaving from this world, I have no regret but full of golden glee with my tombstone; HERE THE SELFISH CUNNING VILLAIN, AND A MASTER OF THE ALL TRADE, A MERCHANT OF ENLIGHTENMENT! THE FREE TRADER!

Sleeping with Enemy!

This is all about intra-romance, setting scene, year 2020, Old Uncle Sam and Qing Dynasty Old Empress Dowager Cixi they have both nasty formidable clews in their hay day. Under their smug facades, they share their well known clews.
One day they get together hopping into their “made in steel bed”, want to make their scratch each others back, it is called “sleeping with enemy” summit. They are charming, evil and seductive as ever. Their opening summit speech both are “hey buddy you scratch my back I scratch your back!”
My scratches highly marked at your back, so your back will be deeply woundless so it would make you feel high and dry!” The dowager says with her red clews with seductive smile at her red little lips. Well don’t worry, in my return, I will scratch your feeble back with my piousness poisons all night you will be out-of-joint at the dawn! Says the Old Uncle Sam with his thuggish Google/MacDonald smile with evil vanity. Then they both agreed that, the most important matter is they both willingly scratch back each other different ways, and make them feel good each other or feel really good and have a good night sleep! Both better off in many ways: feel good rip off each other, goody goody rip off each other, ceaselessly rip off everyone without anyone knowing anyone rip off but actually annoying rip off, everyone knows that they are rip off but feel good all the time! How it sounds! It is ripping off strategy obviously work well. They had sleepless night in their frosty bed with hyper alertness! What a congeal romantic couple they are!

Everything has Its Purpose!

The other day I stand at a bridge and was looking down at water, it flows seamlessly. Tenderness boldness it has temperament in that flow. What a feeling of intensity in that flow, but nevertheless seamless. I am always amazed by force every time I see. Many difference colors; expression of its mood; dark green dark charcoal, rainbows color, bright blue all colors in there with moody acquaintance. And then I turn around see building, sunset and people. O that is right splendorous of the nature the law of physics; gravity times motion matter energy etc…, that make me humble too. I can leap from deep flow and sending me to sky, saying how magnificent the nature is! How it works how it works with us; small flowers, children faces and cloudy at the sky, people walking their little momentary movement, all ingrained at a time of day. The nature, the fundamentals and our life, it seem to imperative daily fitness work, endlessly! Born in spring, thriving at summer and harvest autumn and decay at winter! Everything has its purpose!

Don’t be Fooled!

Read read and make yourself become ugly bulgy economists, autonomous depend no but only yourself internal accord so ugly become a beauty! Wear it proudly gaudily put on your forehead token of achievement! Gosh what vermin venin, why people are showing off their ugliness in a guileful glassiness. Here is Paul Krugman’s Import-substituting industrialization make your own. You know all imperialism. Manipulation general population of a countries few dictators and ruins, ransack people’s sovereignty. So they become poor all the time. So if you want become a rich the democracy is calling the shot! E.g Uncle Sam’s MacDonald, Cola-cola, Hollywood, Google and Prof Krugman’s brain-washing blog, which attract-probably- for millions people around world is the very best way colonization of world. The Uncle Sam’s way kind of rip-off people’s brain-drain. You can see everyone flee to NYT, bloodsucking his blog. Saying eating the Nobel brain - gable gable yam yam-every morning so people are thinking that his Nobel is belong to them, they all think they are in sitting at Uncle Sam knees - that is part of devious riff-off seduction strategy, be aware he might make you high and dry! Don’t be fooled! Anyway here is what I am saying is that, you know people never have any clues that they had been rip-off their souls by the devil Uncles Sam’s charming capitalist mask. When you have a certain level of credibility like Uncle Sam; has credibility proven his track record under his clews ( although last few years bit dinted his ego but still) and his seduction is much easier that is how I see. Another hand the poor mates of his, ever struggling each other, so endless war against the bully Uncles Sam! Do you think any other bully comes up and challenge the bully? Wow that would the WWIII! I want to go my own star make my own so I will never see the ransacking WWIII! You can now ask yourself Prof Krugman’s ultra agenda for his Class Note for the blog!! Make you addictive his blog like my addiction for Disney cartoon!

Here is the strategy; not seduced by cunning bullies, build your own internal strong ground, believe system; it takes time but not possible… allied with common good instead of your own greediness! The end justified mean!

Trade, Trade Your life!

Prof Paul Krugman Feb Class Action
I think major reasons decline interwar trade is slowly down competiveness among countries probably linked with the ineffective dispersion of automation in production line and its techniques? Full of bottle neck around all production line. As a result poor economic growth. (E.g. Deming’s TQM was the bible of the Japanese managers after WWII)

Another reason declined is that protectionism, the international trade flourished late 1800s ends in early 1900s and replaced protectionism until the great depression in 1930s. The first global trade starts this period of time I think 1913s. So increase international trade through ocean transportation with a huge cargo ships instead steam trains ships through canals and railroads. Another factor is currency devaluation also contribute the fact. It really means two things are determined global trade; transportation costs and tariffs. I think of the old silk roads the romantic camels across desert roads.

Up date: Wow nice to see he is puzzling! I though he knows everything in economic! He wrote very easily in here for us! He thinks we are all undergrads, babies! Patronizing, I hate people patronizing me! Anyway glade to know unknown area. I never thought economic effects in every our breath! Wonder all these economists thinking economics while they are; sleeping eating making love and calming and under top etc…etc…! Physicist think of law of gravity, and light of time, Don Juan think of seduction in every his breath! Don’t get it wrong I am very innocent; mind you I have wild imaginations that is all! Do you think we are heading for WWIII? Who is going to be the initiator? I don’t mind being the One? Some one has to the start always and the person is not necessary the last person in the planet! Anyway last person in the planet won’t be fun! He has to lots of dirty to bury all the dead corps but he can be the Victor! I like economic because our life story and law as well all the tales tales, we have some great stories in our case laws in Australia, all histories, some of stories quite sad, heart broking and enlightening to read. Professors who taught me both law and economic were very charismatic dynamos! Anyway all teachers like bit up themselves, all patronizing I think! I mean real teachers I am talking, you know what I mean! Trade is deadly business indeed! All related; politics philosophy geography cultures etc..., endless… how could we learn these things our short life that is I am asking!

Why things are so beautiful?

Superb stuff, why things are so beautiful? She is roaring, but sad she is dead. Beautiful as she is wild as she is, traceless she is, fleeting warm tempos in her breasts, these things are dead that is why so beautiful forever! Great pity I didn’t have chance to see her live performance though. Once I was very young, saw her performance at TV, she was with her husband, just like the clip, I was awe struck; it was Dvorak Cello Concerto then. When I listen her performance I feel very spooky ghostly haunting, that is right she has possessed haunted aura. Bit of goose bump goes up, feel strange always fiercely she comes to me with tears tears agony so sad about her. I always like her best in that way!

Conversation!

She was a beautiful with brown hair few strips of dark pink and dark pearly eyes. Blooming summer flowers, no hint of make up. Un-rolling entirely green lane with her carefree entrance.

“ hi! It is hot day, it is nice spot in here, wow what are you doing? waiting for someone?
I just finish my first job interview city and before I go home to tell my mom and come down in here for while!
She just said that to me as if I was her sister. I was quite stunned because, no stranger whom I have never met before --- no one talk to me like that familiar way. But funny thing was that I was coupling to her spontaneously eagerly
“O how was the interview? It was a good? I asked her.
O yes hospitality, waiting on restaurant and bartending, $30’000 per annum! She said. Wow that is very handsome indeed!
You will be right!
I am sure you will get it! I was exciting that was right I was exciting.
We just met few minutes ago we hit hot air on her professional career I was humbled by her freshness, her frankness telling because I was not sure why but amazing thing was I was very eager to pleasing her because I was grateful that I was the first persons she confided her first job interview. Was she stressful? So she wanted let it go? I was wondered.
Nice to get the job in the city I don’t mind travelling! She was breathless.
Where is your home? I asked her.
O do you know Lilydale? She asked.
Yeah! I answered.
Not so far from Lilydale, I stay with my mom and dad, if I get the job I want to pay mom $100 per month O maybe $200! She said.
At the moment I am studying hospitality at an online a TAFE collage. She was singing, a nice voice.
O that is great! I rolled my words.
I could move into my boyfriend house I could give his mom that money but I rather give my mom that money! so my boyfriend come to stay my mom’s house, his mom said I was best thing happen to him! She twinkles in her eyes.
I bet, you are very beautiful you know? I said.
I met him when I was 11th grade we went out for while, we didn’t do anything for while. My mom said I should know him first, so we get together you know what I mean? She asked me. What that mean? I asked her back.
“Sex! Everyone doing it straight way, they even don’t know each other, eleven years old twelve years old girls doing it, and they get pregnant and disease too! She was informative.
Really amazing really? I earnest.
One of my best girl friend she is nineteen now, had her child when she was 16 years old, and she dropped out school! Her baby is a beautiful boy, she and I massive fell out on my eighteen birthday! That happens you know? She said.
O I don’t know I have no idea! I was talking to myself.
Did she know what she was getting into? Having a child? I asked her.
Yeah, her mom was supporting her and also she gets money from the government too! She said. Who is the father of her child? Does she has a job? I asked her.
I don’t know she doesn’t say, she knows but she doesn’t tell me! she is training to become a aerobic instructor but… too early I think, I want to have children when I am in lest twenty five, not before! She said.

That sounds great, you could get a nice job and doing lots of interesting things for yourself then…see the world! I said.
Yes I would like to be a flight attendant, one of my aunty is a flight attendant, then I can go different places! She was getting exciting.
O that is great O what a great idea…. You will go interesting places and meet lots of interesting people …. I said to her

What a warm summer earning evening! Crested crescent on her sky mighty nuptial her night.

Recolonization!

Study the cave men’s recolonization

Gentlemen deceive themselves. It is not free trade that they are recommending to our acceptance. It is, in effect, the British colonial system that we are invited to adopt; and, if their policy prevail, it will lead substantially to the recolonization of these states, under the commercial domination of Great Britain…. Henry Caly, 1832

Gentlemen, that is right it is men’s world. All the way long cave men ruling, when I think of the men, conquerors. very territorial savage beasts prowling around. So they keep going with their stone age tool, they had they have they will have nations states commonwealths planet and spaces, colonized and recolonized again again. Mistresses multiple wives, will be forever! While we women, little piddling brassieres fighting, saving armpits or not, encapsulating nipples, who cares second sex or first sex! Anyway I went the Sydney Myer Music Bowel Bowl summer concert!- As I told you I am a free rider! - That is right, he was a man. I was thinking while drinking and listening and watching sky stars. What a night what a life after we all gone still the stars sky there will be all the same! I had more than my normal! If we women want to improve our wo/menhood we have to more systematic bold approach like the cave men! Lay out conquerors spirit. We trained ourselves thinking like them; of nations, of states, of countries, and planet and fellow wo/men. Good for everyone…good for whole… that is why they rule from dark caves forever with enlighten beastly eyeballs, never worry about residential women’s flanking nag. They never changed never will be all the same. Actually like a cradle song then what went so wrong … humh

I Am The Free Rider!

Nice things come freely without politics so no tariff so no deadweight loss therefore end of the day go around the around about, everyone gets bargain and gains, therefore make them happy and sweet! Wow this mean everyone going to jolly fat? But world is fair that mean no politics that mean not fun! A guerilla strategy is always effective so. That is right I am a free rider? Love so much free things who cares as long as I get the free sweet things and fat my pocket and everyone are dead by deadly deadweight loss I don’t care!

Hey, I never heard about this guy before!

Valentines Day Executive Summary!

Image from Wikipedia
Love is pain in ass, deadly toxics addictive wiht many faces, the evil genius bastard! When you are hit by the evil genius you crumbled down you knees and kisses its ominous deadly mouth and give dark intoxicative deadly kisses. Demonic pledge for the hellish nuptial! --Goethe's Faust, come to mind. Goethe was lustful deadly bastard!-- Day and night yearning for dying in its hands, that is right! Your tormenter kill it or to be killed by it. The dark sinners hellish traitorous the better. Well, anyway all lovers kiss so much they had bee stings lips, put lip ointment in their sore lips for valentines day. Gosh they had brush teeth and gargoyle gargle every time they kiss kisses. Having garlic food for a romantic dinner; king pawn prawns stir fry, garlic scallops stir fry with onions that make them stinking smell all around with their nice rose scented mouths and meaningful commercial kiss licks. Merchant of love goddess blessed at the quick buck day. Love handling; young lovers hold flowers with eyeballing each other and hold a day for together in their eye sockets. Well when they die theses are sockets. See the painting van Gogh skull. So they gazing at their dead lovers in their anatomical sockets, lits neon lighted sockets; finding and lost loves. No eyeballs but sockets of sockets. Rose flowers was ugly they were everywhere – a walking rubbish bins. Love become so cheap breathlessly hanging its necks on the plastic wrapping. Wonder that is why the legend of star crossed lovers; Juliet asked Romeo, “dear Romeo we should committee suicide when we are young and beautiful that make us legend!” That is why they are legend. You never heard of old people dead love. Wow love is only for young then? That is right love mean young, poor and beautiful agonizing and committed suicide too, it supposes to be. But love is cheap whole sale! Everyone gets bargain! Love is no more exhilarated but exhausted, because young mean no more poor but rich unromantic, Love is dead!

Cave Men's Symphonic Poem!

This interesting article from Project Syndicate:

…The commercial shows a beautiful nude woman, posing in front of her mirror, taking pleasure in slipping on sexy black panties and black stockings with garters – before covering up in a black burqa. All we see, as she looks out of the window, are her eyes, nicely framed in mascara. The tagline? “Sexiness for everyone: everywhere.”…

Precisely, around the world, sales figures of woman things, you can easily figure out what is hu/woman nature is. Doing economics! Wow still “feminists” around? I thought they all dead by now! Ugly bums rite of sainthood, they should learn nail-nut-bolt, nitty-gritty number crunch first places. Their hysteria is a little rat-hole view-point, without numbers they “missed-the—whole- point” and. “feminism” (I still don’t understanding the meaning of this word and what they were/are doing) squawkers on their warble warble’ picker fence, and hangings their old cheap wear-tear floppy bras bracing in their stinking hairy armpit/legs parodies. For me this is “fat ugly” ivory towers female’ men haters dome. I have never seen any good-looking female doing feminism stuff. --- they do dos “how to do nitty and gritty, nails and bolts, or dogs with bones kind of gleams --- while ugly females are, try to cover up their rejection, so they using word “degrading”, hey no one degrading women wearing head gear. Wo/Men in general don’t like ugly women! But mind you, beauty is strange thing! Anyway a woman in a dark garment and covering up their entire body at a heat, they are hot stuff! I hold my gaze on a dark scarved vigil lady with little admiration of their heat proof. Ideology cookie baking at a walky-talky oven or mourning for dead woman alter ego society! For me, this kind of issue is an individual choice. I don’t think their men asked these women (who live outside of Arabic world) covering up their faces but a choice of their own. As these women want to hide their fat/ugly under loss cloths. Not-Have-it-not-flaunt-it! It was hard to tell whether their covertures; sexy curves or pumpkin beeper-bump. But their movement showed that they were walking-fat trays, walking rain-water-tank zombies.

Cunning, they want to easy life and easy way out( women in west much hard life), hide their ugly bloopers under floppy garment, rubbing their grandmas’ cooing ointment their men’s ears and saying to them, their beauty is only to be seen by their only man, so stay at home and fatting their bums. So matter of choice. Young women were wearing their dark head gear very beautifully with top of their tight blue jean and high hills that is ok. Little girls wear them with bright colors. What a pure enchantment!(I tell them please “don’t grow up ugly!”). What the hell, if women want to cover up their ugly(beautiful) body and mind, only for their only man at a dark cave and journey for their flogging “only you” ideology, that is ok. And. Another side, women overjoyed with their full silicon booted breasts as a medallion of womanhood, celebration of many men-holes stage that is ok. Their bodies they can do whatever they want as they belong to them and they also belongs to them too. They can do their overture and conciliation in their young –bodies- minds at a graveyards and a candle lit dinner for their second life. Get it! A cool judge with his wig with bikini that would be a hot verdict!

Belief is demonic goddess. Goddess demand worshipers; enemies are masked by many different forms. You can find every faces of your own enemies if you want. “Feminists” feed their cheap greasy food name of women liberation. Their cozy life didn’t know what take to women forward as they didn’t the homework..., no hard data. Thus they didn’t or will not do, how to improve of womanhood. Women in today simply, as their men want them go out work!! Devious Cave men sitting at back cave take all the honey fruits, smiling and watching stupid fool front seat feminists’ claptraps. And saying; go girls, go kill, here are our tools makethem yours thanks thanks! Men are the victors, have cake and eat it too!

By the way if a man suicide boomer, for his eternal reward is 72 virgins in his harem for his ardent blows up, what is the eternal reward for the female-boomer? Ultimate discrimination! Full of it!

Very Nice, Kind and Strange Free World!

Gee Wow Wow Gee so many nice things are freely come! Have a look this Prof Krugman’s freebee class action! and here too. Well I don’t care “there is no such thing as free lunches!” as they say, but as long as I get things free I feel free I freely admitted that I love free things! Of course this is free world! World is freely kind! That there is lots of free sumptuous dinner around. As long as that is not my opportunity cost, my eyes only there is a “ lots of free lunch/dinner” is good, hoping lots of free things are freely around, that is what I am saying freely. Any way lots of visual feast for your hungry mind. Eat up all these hard physical data in your statistical mouth, chewed and hammered down in your vicious/carnivorous teeth, tuck them into your insatiable mind and storage for your rainy day! Get it! Economic chart are same as like Chagall paintings. Full of everything have been engrained. Also they are smell of blood, charts of warlords, unfairness, to be eaten or to eat. As result the world are imbalanced today and the imbalances are shifting due to course ofcourse. Whenever I see Chagall’s, I feel like inside of womb of my village, nice timid backward, world went by nice hiccups and come back with silkily detailed derails. Chagall’s paintings tell tales of my village. I think we human endeavour is all the same whether you are economist or painters, using similar type of visual, symbolic festivities in their field of work. They make me bit weepy/indigent because these tells us our childish turf war days and grown up world not much different. Among many other Chagall’s, “the birth” I have been thinking recently, I saw a exactly same scene in my village when I was very little. A lady who was pregnant heavily at the time - I think a cosmetic sales person, during her visit in our village and start her “water break (?)” on a roadside so she had to give a birth her child on road side. Not so far from our house but she could not move so she had to her labour on the spot! That is right on the spot job - of road side work - an instant room for her labour, a tent with blankets and sheet. All the village women like flees, a huge fussed about from nothing really I think! But for me immense thing I never missed a such event - I was/am a busybody "want to know" by nature you know- I saw the child with a thing around s/he head. It was an amazing unforgettable scene. I have been thinking that eerier scenery recently. It comes to my mind vividly; the sunny day all the things are blessed with dancing motion and welcomed the child field of green, greeting with velvety rush blanket(can be called a primitive but least in a clean air for the child first feast!), with full of joy and love from the earth. They said it is a good omen for the village. Not a concrete with full of smell of disinfect. Any way trade made us bazillion of wealth and, and prosperity of civilization as the data indicates, but also lots of nice things disappeared. I always think of the romantic Silk Road Trade. People no longer cares of each others, mobility made us we live apart saggared and beguiled distant, through world come closer by this fast efficient/closer knit global family, but emotionally we are far away from each other. We all become strangers of our own surrounding in our time! Indeed strangers of our time! Estranged ourselves within ourselves! Why am I linking to Prof Krugman’s economic and Chagall painting? That is a good question!


Correction: I just have been looking the definition of “busybody” is not really good definition for my angelic personality(don’t you dare laugh!) but rather I am not a trouble maker but I just want to know things that is all that was what I am trying to say. So don’t get it wrong as I don’t want to be branded as an evil trouble marker but rather I want to claim my right to be know if I want to know things that are even if that is not my affair! so what I am? A bloodsucker

Great to be The Great

This Prof Sachs’s article about Haiti in here.

The economy will have a simple structure in the coming years, with most economic activities focused in five sectors: smallholder, or peasant, agriculture; reconstruction; port services and light manufacturing; local small-scale trade; and public services, including health care and education. The key challenge is to support these five sectors in order to combine short-term relief with long-term reconstruction and development.

First, special efforts should be made to boost peasant agriculture and rural communities. This will enable hundreds of thousands of displaced people to return to their village communities and live from farming. With fertilizer, improved seeds, small-scale irrigation, rapid training and extension services, and low-cost storage silos, Haiti’s food production could double or triple in the next few years, sustaining the country and building a new rural economy.

Reconstruction – of roads, buildings, and water and sanitation systems – will employ tens of thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands, of Haitian construction workers, and boost the regeneration of towns. The World Food Program can help peasant farmers to produce more food in the countryside and then purchase the food to use in food-for-work programs oriented to construction projects.

Been thinking that, rebuilding Haiti “only” $10-$20 billion, there is lots of billionaires in the world with that kind of money. You know he(must say I only think of males in this instant –bit of painful but what I can say! Accept my own weakness also my virtue gosh I have so painfully good virtues?) cannot take his money to his own grave when he dies namelessly, so I make a suggestion to the all the (he) billionaires, BUY Haiti for as his own and make his own kingdom. Crowned himself as the King of Haiti. Like the old days- “guns pointed people’s heads and take whatever they want” kind of strategy. The difference this time is “offer them money each of Haiti people’s heads buy their mind” They make investment to their own money, so their eyeballs are lighting on neon lights in eye sockets, hoots on every thieves' movements, guarded their money like hawks days and nights, who might come closer to their own territory. So that way less corruptible. May be within 10 years times the Splendors King of Haiti will get his money back with full interest. It is much better investment than stock markets! He keeps his kingdom with his good name goes on forever ever in people’s mind. Who knows may be he will be named as “ Hot Shot Somebody from Nobody the Great” like Alexander the Great or King Sejong the Great!! What a great things to do!

Burry Berries

Among many, my favorite fruits are raspberry and this blackberry.


O man you would never guess how it like to be eat this heavenly fruits day after day with cool summer shade with cartoon with insect and birds field of The Lark Ascending. Natural air-condition in your open spaces, you never burn any energy. They are the fruits you don’t share with your stingy brother, no matter what, even if he offers all his pocket money, you just have yourself until your mouth become dark red. He hee right, at summer heat smelting wild flowers they are the wildest intoxicating taste for your hot summer. Saying goes; there the fruits you and your friend feasting together your friend drop dead you wouldn’t notice. I know where the fruits trees. They are mountain foot hills and field with thorns. They scratch your arms and legs so, you are not permitted to go there and pluck and feast yourself and eat them. The other day I brought some of them from a supermarket and I ate with three huge scope ice-cream and with my favorites celadon bowel and my old spoon but taste is not the same as my hometown wild berry. All tastes are change but my taste are not changed even if I am in here! I suppose I ate them with cool air-conditioned space! Pumping up amorously GHG every my breath, shooting them up there somewhere and building up nice evil things in the atmosphere. Not surprising how that Copenhagen my friend Donald Duck’s ensemble failed but then life is always wins-some losses-some --- Well I don’t care I am much interest in my tasteless burry berry that is all and lamenting for my tasteless berries and this splendor music with tiny little tears! Thinking if I die at this moment, my eulogy elegy should be the Lark Ascending and Tallis Fantasia for myself, well but then they will be change over period of time again!!

First New Year Concerto!

Contiune from the below...

Now my fancy slightly different turn. Few years back while I was backpacking around Australia, I encountered so many tottering old ruins and traces of early settlers; heartfelt little striving lovers’ nest, part of our history; tiered of blazing silhouette of red soil; O yes her bloody signatory broken outback, O her merciless assaulting bushfire and proclaimed her promises! O intensity, her leitmotif embracing power of mate-ship! Well yes, you can not help but fell in love with her! Yeah her name is AUSTRALIA!

In NSW, early 1900s, one bed room small cottage, O man, a lover had nine children, an old metal beautiful cooking fire stove was the middle palm size living area, imagine the nine children was thriving, can you believe? Or from miles miles from no where, under leaden bluest blanket, lonely ruins of settlers’ nests, where they have gone now?

In Broome, I bumped into an old estate garage sales. An old sand stone house, with jasmine flowers striated open backyard, coiffed midday sky at lazy summer shade, books on an open table tray. O I felt unexplainable strange feeling. What lovely old things were in whoring shades. Among, an old tattered leather bounded, ink written dairy, dated back to November 15, 18111911, a gift from “Bryan” fading ink is swing at a time. An enchanting word of word enlivened from tatted saint/whoring pages were welcomed me into the opus-world of hers. Glory of personality, sheer of vermillion uncluttered, rage raged anger pure gold agony that warped into cool rational paranoia, complained unkind endless spaces, heated brutality and amours delicate romance. Basically she was a whore well in her mind anyway! O how could I not enchanted by the scent of uncouthly refined sprit? Was pang of jealous about her requited beauty? Declaring, confrontational ruffles of space, frank discussions of traitorous life that enviably refugee at pages, intended her straightforwardness and boundless practicality. Her desire to be free like the space, yet also was dismayed by the gateless space. Well yes there is all really! From there I start obsessed of ordinary people’ diaries, their memento of word of world. It is such privileges, when you are dealing with very personal item, feeling of nobility dealing with such quilt of personal sentiment. It is rare a personal dairies exposed on secondhand dealer but sometimes accidently they do, for my fortune, so I get my wondrous thrills from someone else mistakes. Thinking that there is nothing secrete of our life really! Our passion and yearnings are same as whether 2000 years ago or today, just masked difference tune and shade that is all. Just little dig to see all of these clearly. The composition our life!

I tell you what anyway, I would not miss any of them if I go my sea shore tomorrow for rest of my life for not reading any of the books but living with mist ravaged wild flowers, dragging insects, fugitive birds their compounded nodding winds, stream of natural pinball embellished words of colors, sky moon stars sunset will be there… mantic then I could go walk on early morning with my devilish brother and catch bejeweled sunbeam waves…

A Few Thousand Years Old Person Inside Of Me

If people ask me what kind of books I can not live without them. Well yes, I can live my life happily without any books frankly. During teen I devoured everything whatever I could access. After teen I read mostly old religious texts, anything fancy with people; All sort of human belief ritual etc… sometimes actually a monk or shaman or ordinary people ’ original hands written/drawn symbols in rice papers. Now mostly all kind of old odd kind of stuff. I obsessed about anything old; world of old oddity. I am a lover of all sorts old things, well known or nameless. I am looking into myself. I have an obsessive personality so I always obsess something; anything fancies me at the time of my mood, not all them same time. For example, an old text, I went through the world of ideas like thunderstorm, what I want to know, as a bone eater, thoroughly confidingly through its entire bones, crunch crunch its skeleton, then I know what it is. Subtext, underneath hidden meaning. I can interpretation in anyway as I please. I am not interested in its well documented story; they are all the same, rather I am interested in, why author had to be twisted that way. Why it had gone off from its shell to hell of human endeavor! Our human desire, every women are whores every men are bastards! Nature is there -common don’t pretend you are a saint! I don’t believe saints. - So I know what I fell in love really then move on next, a like a butterfly, suck everything.

I dig everything what I fancy on, don’t worry I am not fancy on you so I am not stalking on you online or libraries, or long journey for your graveyard and amorously touching your headstones Ok? He hee giggle geekgeek... this information age, made me heaven for my obsession. I can go everywhere! No one stop me no regime stop me! I consider myself expert in that area right! In my way ofcourse, believe me I do!! Mostly dead ones! Dead people are safe, I can challenge them without rebutted, that is why! I am a something of tyranny! To be frankly I don’t fancy any living poets and painters! Sorry living poets and painters! I stop read your poems! So don’t worry I am not stealing your unfounded bounty tiny fleeted imagination! Do you think I am wrong fancy on dead people! I might. Alan has given me his blessing though. “Off you go!” He says. hehee he think it is safe for me fell in love dead peopleee! I have some well known poets first edition you know. I bet you are pang of envy me! I knew where the places for some great things for great price! I won’t tell you that is my secret! Still some places, although all have been exploited. I feel I lived thousand years ago, somewhere Middle East, I might have been a wondering eyed Pharaoh! hee he al al…Sitting at the Mediterranean Sea throne, ridding Sahara desert sandstorm and banqueting blazing sunset with countless lovers!! And recite glory of love O yes Love!! Love that you could die for, whatever that mean! That is right! Old things are not threatening me, not punishes my adequacy in this modern world, a patron of comfort blanket. That was how I was brought up by partly; oldie moldy sort…!

Teen age years, we didn’t have much chance to side glance, just straight just straight,…virgin… one liner street we have to walk straight head up - hungry carnivorous beasts were prowling around fences and waiting for falling angles. That was it, well yes in Mao regime. Not because I collect books sake of” collection” rather, did not have chance to do anything else. Moldy smell of integrity, all most everything; houses, books, furniture, even cooking wears, even linens, even clothes - I have very beautiful old style velvet coats from Alan’s mom, I wore them at sometimes! People were looking at me, I didn’t know whether they were looking at me or the ancient styled gown, frankly I don’t care -- everything you name it. Sometimes I amazed myself how could I so fluently cope with modern techno-entourage. Sometimes I feel like a thousand years old person inside of me still, as my attachment love old thing is quite complex. Part of me I suppose…


To be continued…

Investment is My Talismanic Blanket

Here is a Michael Spence’s an investment commentary at Project Syndicate as:

Perhaps most importantly, short- and medium-run returns, especially during periods when they are high, should not be taken as accurate signals of long-run returns. Investment strategies should not be based on the assumption that all times are “normal” times, and that periodic instability is abnormal. The challenges of assessing systemic risk and the timing of instability are just that – challenges, not reasons to ignore the phenomenon.

When you are looking into the Kandinsky painting; there is time, ubiquity unclearness of colors of body work start with. It is a girl playing and polka dance or like her childish skirt, abstract figurines with all kind of elementary possibilities talismanic blanket there; sounds of movement and sound of colors and words of world of comfort and coziness. I can understand why all the world of economists so fanatically obsessed about their profession. Death only parted us kind of passion, very territorial, prowling like savage bulldogs at heat! I am still in a dark sky sometimes, but I can see stars, Milky Way stages, that are very romantic theatrical space crafts. Very much in our daily life is there, you can not figure this out to begin with but when you read all these fanatics words; start with I don’t know but still keep reading and reading that doggerel boring articles after after then one day “ AHA HA HAAA WOWWW…” O I can see what they are on about. Everyone whoever romance with their chosen field they are the winners! I think. Without passion and love, only greediness you can not be winners! I think When Kandinsky painted his painting he could see the all the possibilities of sensibilities in the field of his space. If he was not a painter he could have been a great investor in his time, I believe. He was enthusiastically experiment with his enigmatic intuition in his composition. Process of discovery of principal of our life, you can not see these elements with barren eyes you must in love. You must bewitched by their intriguing geometrical beauty and mystical inner agony despair; can be a black hole. I see investment is very much composition of our life story. You can lure into our complex yet very simple life natural process. You have to go though dark stormy sea and meet clime morning bay with glittering sunbeam. But we need a time to figure all of these out from craziness of time value and probability. Here I go OK!

Korean Parent - Massive Steel Tailgate Love-Fests

Here is CHOE SANG-HUN's Can-not-laughable tale of Korean parent obsession NY Times!

Swayed by the increasingly popular conviction that height is crucial to success, South Korean parents are trying all manner of approaches to increase their children’s stature, spawning hundreds of growth clinics that offer hormone shots, traditional Eastern treatments and special exercises.

Why can’t they leave their children alone? That is my asking, gosh what a trauma trauma! Nightmare custom made superfine ginnery children. Being a child in Korean is trauma. There is no such things as children’s right, Right? You see me as a kind of guinea-pig, turn out to be a completely opposite direction. Thank you, I was always the tallest or second tallest in my class. So I am not worry that kind of stuff, but one of my best friend is shortest class saying “ if my height is same as you I am not studying hard, I don’t need to!” Well yes she went USA in her twenty, blood and sweat in libraries (while I was a global nomad with matrons by wine, and blood sweat at night clubs and danc away nights!) and got a Phd and now respectable academia in a University, married to a nice fellow proof of academia and have two children. I am still studying and I still feel like a child, well I don’t know what to say! I suppose I could get Phd of brewing!! Or I could get a degree of “where is most funny charming drinking pleasrue worship companion are!!” Obviously Korean parents’ hot obsession of tall children, by fertilizing hormonal thing is eminent farces, only Korean can do that. They say “ O my child you are my little precious sunshine in my propaganda shade, you are squabbles jokes in my drafty crafty showcase, décor of my life, a risky investment and my genetically alternated property, grow inside my Stalinist regime! Stretched your boneless bonsai life inside my vacillated massive concern. Hey Korean mamas! If not careful your children gone off with patron of bending railroad, riding with opposite bandwagon!

Prof Krugman Has Full of Gay!

Darling, I love you! Krugman says, he must have been a very gay! Full of elation and honor of the conjugal banquet of “unfairness and irresponsibility” derivable to underivable and desirable to undesirable…etc. I must say, Darling is sweet adorable with his ample of doused kindles! What a heck of Darling gay is!

I Will Have What He Is Having!

Source for Course, From Krugman
Well no one would like to hug a frozen frosty, bruised body for sure! Extreme hot and cold hot!!! She lost her rhymes in her balancing. Here is her hot cold hot hot fast arousing ramous roaming body! Result of, she has been abused by centuries, she is suffering from battered woman syndrome; mind is not her own, body is not her own anymore; Indeed out of control; a kind of sadistic and masochistic relationships with her ungrateful spoiled offspring. She is trapped, if she is not abused by us she would not able to responsible or arouse; well a kind of complex problems. She needs a long vocational loving therapy for her eventually well being! Right, otherwise she will be kaput. Be aware, her bloody torments teased soul; grafting boasting droughty and drowning tightfisted there is no honey and milk from her breasts! If we don't treat her with respect and dignity! RIGHT!

The Game of Chance

Here is fat Europe’s moral responsibility for their past African colonial counties, they striped off all the wealth of natural resources and left economical political destitute; and most unforgivable treacherous exploitation of human slavery for centuries:

Historically, Europe must shoulder much of the responsibility for Africa’s current state of development. The slave trade, colonialism, and the flawed process of colonial divestment all left their mark on Africa’s newly independent and fragile states. Now materialistic Europe and the developed world are imposing another disaster by on a struggling Africa through a life style of self-enrichment, consumption, and waste.

And here is a short article of; who messed up African continent at the first place: The ex-masters should open their market to the African countries. So that thus they can sell their products to west and so that these can be lead to self-sufficient. Good for all around

Anyway here is a story goes:

Once for on time, at the Northern Scandinavian winter, Frozen short dankly day, the bodies of the world leaders at the Climate Change Summit are frozen turkeys for a ready for thanks-giving party. Frill dal dal, their frosty bodies at calamitously tattered at a warming hot fireplace and drinking a dodgy hot soup, a cupper feeble tea, and gulp down steep world straits and a balaclava dance at dawn-less dark night and “Playing Russian Roulette Game”. The chair of summit is the Donald Duck (one of my best friend!) His opening statement of the summit;
Quurrk Qurrkee…, I am the Chair of the most over crafted dis-gauntleted gone off orbit of summit! What is the big deal mates? Well speak up, all of your towheads, don’t put your precious well carved brains in your swanky briefcases and just carried by your armored body-tards or at tucked at pages in your glass cases. Speak up swindles gentles ladles swing your well carved hepatica purpled lips, with mumbled jumbled pious words and tell the world “how to save this hotheaded planet!?.

Our life is a game, the wheel of the equation Ok!!???*&^%$@#!)(*&^^ (+)^^∞√ńńµƠβ∑²☺!!! A game of our chance OK!? Here is a revolver with a bullet! Qurrke qurrke … who are the lucky leaders today’s game of the chance!!! Here we go! The wheel of game swing upside to down! Start! Here the revolver!( handed it to a leader)

The Mosquito County Leader(hold the revolver at his temple): well my friend of; sullies, naggers and immense mouthed Donald chair, thanks for this nibbling opportunity for speaking out how to save the world! Bugs bugs in toxicant, fleet of flies standings still waters and let them work on their own rhythm; our heavenly nest are dead carcasses rivers! (Click takk- Applauded with their body for itchiness, handed revolver to another leader)

The Rats’ Country Leader: Thanks the eminent misleading mates, pictorial carton laureate in your quarrelsome chair, I want to make the world of darkness, never wake up, the sleepy dawn-less dawdles place is the most habitable nest for us, we thus increase our breeding capacity would be a million in per second!! (Click –tukk Ovation ovulation follies -revolver to another leader).

The Leader Of Clean Air: dear straight backward naked dispositional cold turkey brained mates! I want to speak out my view of world in this phobia paranoia piled event. My militant exaggeration is; I am an invincible dependable and indomitable! I go everywhere; you can suck me lick me at my deeply indifferent outlook! Self pity not this is the fairest fair of all fairs! It is gigolos’ midday fling in a hot stuffy summit! (Click –tickisssssssss… the leader of clean air slowly fold his upper body on his desk, a finest strip of blood his left face flow down like a g-string of tart!)

And

The Leader of Earth: Wow he got the bullet! Where is my chance of game! She is gasping gasping with chocked by airless air at the fairest fair! Where is my turn, where is the game of my chance! Then she collapsed on the floor and drop dead! Her death was by dead air!

Dr Dolphin, The Deep Sea Therapy

Click on the image to enlarge
Cure Cure all! Magic potion!! I am pretty and smart! I am deep sea personal counseling, a cool-wiz Dr Dolphin Psychotherapist! I am warm and caring, With Knock-Out Credential! Of all a Wiz, specializing “Dysfunctional Human System!” Result of our clan centuries researches for the humans evolution, all your human have pickled with neurological disorders; the current human global down turn! Caged with your own straightjacket, genetic disorder deep ill-fated inferior complex, deep frenzy frozen turkey brains, traction not standing up - droopy down syndrome, warble warble faky stupid petty syndrome, dysfunctional political nerve systems, social un-resting deep depression –suicidal, mess killer – grandiose hallucination etc… limitless of our problem solving are. We straight up your spinal code which enable to you standing up with your own two ugly feet - Walk fast! We also make your feet pretty too! Please visit our site!!

The below images are, we particularly interest in:

All of the images are I pouched from Wikipedia Or Google
And
We constantly are asking question, what is the normal anyway?

Update: Slinky Dr Dolphin Song

Dolphin Song

Here, is human species
O pickled with inferior complex
Gowned feeble with vanity
Her little useless voice is no ripples
gathers no waves around her
No views no voice
Only bears of triviality
O come matter of view
Ill-fated human species
Business! Deep sea

Update: Young Sun's comment;
I must say I didn’t know how smart Dolphins are, I researched bit, and found they are incredibly smart animals. It broke my heart to see how intelligent they are. You can very easily felling in love with them, I also think they are very beautiful, sorry to say we human are very ugly compare to, I have to say.

Dogs’ Life

Wht a beauty!From Wikipedia - Click on the image to enlarge

“Hey you “Ollie” what a wonderful dog you can be a great dog soup! I made a joke, to my dog lover friend's dog. They consider Ollie is their child. They were terribly upset my joke they didn’t talk to me for while. I had to profusely apologized them with my wild un-diplomatic joke. They know Korean eat dog and saying to me, “how could you people so barbaric and primitive!” etc. You can imagine. Your child eaten by another human! Dogs’ life; dog soup (chicken soup), dog barbecue (chicken barbecue), eaten by human! Yes gruesome ideas for people who dearly love dogs, consider they are part of their life. We human are carnivores and eat another carnivores! To eat or to be eaten! Our theme of life!

Wow, I grow up with dogs, as far as my memories goes. One of my earliest memory was, when I was two years old, I was wearing with red skirt with white dots and carried with a succulent pot plant with my dog. I was a strong girl then well still do. I think he( I can not remember but I think “he”) licked my feet so I dropped the pot and it smashed on the ground and I was giggled loudly because of the tickles. Yellow colored, of course very beautiful and smart my dog, my dogs were always beautiful and smart you know(I know later that it was a hybrid mongrel Jindo dog)! His nicely crafted wooden house not far away from the main gate, under a persimmon tree. So some one opened the squawky heavy wooden gates, he was front of the gate. I was always scrubby because of playing with him, so I was told “don’t sitting on the ground!” Don’t feed him while you are having meal! I wonder why then I scare of germs now! A good question! My grandmamma comment was” no man will marry you because you are so scrubby!” it was horrible curse for old days in Korea. Anyway the dog died few years later I think, he ate poison which used for mouse trap, they said. He laid his yellow body didn’t’ move on the garden shade under my window. Opened eyes I could not understand what was going on then, I was calling him but he never wiggled his tail his eyes were blank gaze. Why all the dead animals opened their eyes? I though he was sleep but they said he was poisoned. Un-jo dug a hole, under a pine tree, soft dark soil his golden color fur, buried him at a pine/bamboo forest near house, nice spot for my beautiful dog. At night I could see the forest my window, sometimes moon rise sea and dangled top of trees, my dog would be a heaven and cried for while, one day my little titled cute baby baby little dog appeared, my grandmamma said it was re-incarnation of my dog so my life was move on. Learnt life and death in my early age. Almost always nice spots were occupied by splendidly carved tombstones.

Sleepy village, we had almost every household had dogs, gorgeous baby dogs gave away for free. Seeing sad eyed females’ dogs their baby was taken away. It is nice to be born with human you know! Not everyone eat dogs. Certainly women didn’t, but the thing is “dog soup” consider as a “stamina or aphrodisiac = Viagra”, this were human become animals and their killer instinct begin with. Especially when summer, elderly and (also young) men were sitting under cool tree, looking at the cyanic idle hot summer, boringly aimless waves sparked at the shore and then make them into some of full blooded thinking. Their old habit dies down hard and yearning for their sexual prowess. The universal theme – the song sheet. The continuity of mankind. Viagra=dog soup! - I know all of you are taking Viagra for sure! How many, how often are you taking it? I bet you believe, your pivotal prowess bedroom(outside or any places that matter) performance the barometer of your manhood! Thus the village men were hoping and saying ‘ hey we going to have dog soup and dog barbecue for our tattered drive, squalled rejuvenated our manhood explosively, let’s have dog soup!” It has been a culture and with their whole life so they don’t consider it was as barbaric. I think it was always summer. Their old lusty memory evokes their fading sexual vitality for one last chance of explosion! Are you not agree? I think it is a psychology, mind map, kind of my brain tells me you have to do exercise every single day and it makes you less cranky. Right!

Actually, there was a little feeble goat bearded man who went around brought dogs, I didn’t know then or didn’t think that way but all these dogs end up a big city for dog restaurants. Except breeding dogs. Truly, they didn’t killed village dogs but they exchanged or brought dogs from the dog-man. Least their didn’t eat their own dogs. His bicycle attached threads into dogs’ collars and rid through the villages. An occasion, one of my friend’s dog has been sold by his parent while he was at school, after he was so upset, his father went to reclaim the dog. So when we saw the dog-man hanged around village, we hated him so much, ganged up and through at stones at him while we were hiding in a bush while he was passing isolated road. He was speeding up his bicycle like a sprawled in a mutation. The killing animal usually carried out when we were at school, because we were kind of flees, an eventless backward village any events were incredible jouissance. Everyone knows everything what was going on their neighbors, we knew what went around these exciting events. They can hardly hiding anything from us. We knew everything what was adult talking you know what I mean. We were outsmarting then their hidings.

Bosintang- or Viagra day! When we came back from the school, just knew, the smell, strange greasy unpleasant smell breezed around village, some of other village older men were also hovering around at cool shade then we knew unusual event in the village; a temporary black pot under shades, fuming away feeble steam at the tiger lily nest. Carnivorous beasts and beauty kind of thing. O yes kind of barbeque party in southern summer, at the beach, wooden village communal festive dining table lay out. Bottles of alcohol from our brewery also presented there. Women no where to see but only men; yes men’s aphrodisiac summer party for their dreary dreamy summer nights.

Jouissance! beneficial or not, I think, most of women were against their men eating dogs, because of such an intimate relationships with their dogs. Well still they were waiting for their amours nights, their rifled sexual prowess lover for under cool stars. An ultimate origin of human expression!

Where The Hot Love Affairs Is!

Yes! What a hot amorous burning spot in the world. You can see where the hot love affairs is! This article from the Heritage says all the juicy stuff: Click on the image to enlarge

...Asia is home to more than half the world's population. Freedom and tyranny live side by side across the region, as do economic opportunity and poverty East and South Asia have some of the best places in the world to do business, but they also have some of the worst. Asia is home to some of the most unstable, dangerous nations in the world, and it is home to some of the most steady and reliable. It is also home to the only country in the world capable of emergng as a peer competitor for global American influence - the People's Republic of China.

For all gutsy wiz hell rising Frontiers! March to the East! Here is your oysters! Leave your old staled nagging wife ("spouse" should be, political correctness) and going east for chasing for new young different Love! This is your theme of life! She can be wild pigheaded and pain in ass but she will bring you life of colors, dynamic and wealth! She makes you never boring! Beware! Beware! She is temperamental and dangerous, so you have to master the “art of the war” beforehand to conquer her. Otherwise your soul and heart will be sucked by her hungry tracheas and left you dead. All of you, wiz frontiers with your imagination and innovation welcome! Love conquers all remember this!!!

Mermaid invitation: Where is night never end where sun is never set, romance with sunset, drumming your heart under cool gaze of lovers eyes under coconut trees at a banana republic, gasoline lamps lit at perfumed jasmine, food is good, wine is bloody and people are exotic, all wiz frontier come to east!!!

Positioning of The World

The below is interesting trend, a chart from Prof Makinw’s blog as his thanksgiving gift, so my interpretation the world economic trend as:
1). Middle East & Africa: dol dol dol…dol dolll…ul…, calm even vanilla syndrome.
2). Latin America: dill dil... diol..hu diol…dol..dil doll…dolll… matter of fact obligatory syndrome.
3). Asia/Oceania: dall…dall…dalll up…up up dul up dul up dul down dul up dup du hard core indecent syndrome
4). USA: dual dual down dual up dal down dup up dam down dam up up down won down…jittery sudden syndrome.
5). EU15: dod down down dul down down dul up donw own droopy down syndrome.

Your Jingle of Day – O Happy Day!

This Norman Manea’s article from the Project Syndicate read;

As Thomas Mann once wrote: “Freedom is more complicated than power.” Freedom changes the frame and substance of choice, and of individual and collective responsibility. It highlights the contrast between initiative and apathy, enterprise and obedience, competition and total dependence on a state that embodies a kind of unshakable fate. Just as slavery must be learned, step-by-step, in order to survive its terror and tricks, so freedom must be learned in order to face its risks and opportunities.

Freedom! Well yes, mighty freedom pissing freedom, dogs’ springs’ devils, and yours and my freedom! O yes what is the “FREEDOM”? We don’t, well as long as you are human, with thinking brain, you have no such as “freedom” we are all in a system of our own creation, sometimes convenient for us so we called them “freedom” sometime it is inconvenient for us we called “something else; slavery or socialism or communism or something”! All governed by how much you have; that can be power or money whatever you call it. Everything has its cost, there is no such thing as “freedom of free lunch!” right! Freedom has freedom cost and slavery has its own kind of problems…, you can not have everything. You can not have day and night together. When dawn breaks the darkness faded away, you faced on new waved canastas of horizon each day. You have to play the game of day by your given melds, end of the day whether you gain something or nothing, that is the game of the life. You can mourn by unable to have both side of decks but what can you do about it. I supposed that is called evolution of our life. Good or bad, swings with the great trickery of our life that offers to us. When you are surfing the wave in your way you feel less frustrated by and if not you feel miserable. We are all in a huge cage within magnetosphere, rat races, round round… contest who is more strong, you or me? hey you “LIFE” I shall learn and conquer your unavoidable faith, keep racing racing every single day, And one day drop dead…

O happy day! This is your jingle of today!!

Food Self-Sufficiency

The article from the Economist, which sums up the world current food situation. The new trend is “food self-sufficiency”

Perhaps the most striking trend is the move from “food security” towards “food self-sufficiency” as a goal of national policy. The first means ensuring everyone has enough to eat; the second, growing it yourself. The Philippines says it hopes to grow 98% of the rice it needs by next year, though whether it can meet this target is unclear. “Indonesia must struggle to reach food self-sufficiency,” said President Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono last year, announcing big increases in seed, fertiliser and credit subsidies. Senegal imports 80% of its rice, putting this small African nation in the top ten rice importers. Rocked by food riots in 2008, the government responded with what it called the “Great Offensive for Food and Abundance”, and promised to become self-sufficient in staples. Others with the same aim include China, Malaysia, Colombia and Honduras.

Hunger was there in my village, though no one obviously staved because of the Korean culture, everyone helped each other out, so people need food go a house where work for food and shelter, or crops what they need for barter. There was a small social security but for people actually disabled or elderly people who didn’t have children to depend on. In these days in common in our village. When these two essentials solved, people don’t need much money to daily bases. Even if you don’t have money with old and sick still you were looked after by the villagers. That was a nice tradition. So I didn’t’ know fully what it mean hungry until I was in my university and I could go out freely without much restriction to see things. I saw big cities are different. I was shocked to see so many people acutely was hungry. No one cares in the cities. In Korea “soup kitchen” kind of originations are not very old. Ofcourses now days are different. So if you didn’t have money to buy food that was it, end of story then. Few of my friends were hungry too. After uni fees and books. Sometimes they didn’t have places to live so they stayed around libraries.

One of my friend, who was brought up very religious back ground, he could not find jobs and could not afford his fees altogether with food and shelter, went to a church, played to his god day and night, ask for help and whenever he had time. But the help never came so he had to stop his university and he spited a church ground, never looking back his god altogether. Remembering his hugged eyes, saw his desolation and disappointment of the world he cherished so much and wanted so much part of it.

So many wealthy counties people they don’t know these, they only see through their rose color view of hunger, charity to their extent generosity yearly ritual. Feeling good about their generosity but we should do much more then that. I bet you feel a little guilty with your cozy thanksgiving feast!!! Hummb… while lots of children are staving you know! Anyway I am glade to see the trend “self-sufficiency,” We, human are incredibly resourceful! “If you can not go straight into it and go around it!” That is Alan says

Nice nice indeed the trend…!

Stamina for Scumbags Exterminator!

This image from Wikipedia
Wow I remember this dish! yam yam Samgyetang, yam yam my grandmamma Samgyetang tang!!..., what’s new Samgyetang? Stamina Samgyetang! Inside chicken tummy, there should be dried dates, ginsengs, chestnuts, gingers, sticky rice and garlic and many different types of herbs inside stuffed with thrilling yam yam tasty trickeries grow and melting into abreacted heat. Hot summer evening traditional Korean stamina dish. The ceramic pot is still boiling in the dining table, you are sit bit distant until it cooling down, and you are served a potion of stuffing and meat. The stuffing is very very tasty, you would never know what I am talking about hence you never tasted it! they are nothing like to have in a restaurant.

Remembering, number of headless chickens, lay their emptied guts, silenced hullabaloo stretched their feetless legs shamelessly regard on a basket. I went straight into the chickens’ cages whether some of my favorite chickens have been killed and end up at the basket while I was in school. Of course they did it. They always did the killing job when I was not there so I could not yelled at Un-Jo. Un-Jo been with us since he was a child, he was an orphaned distant relative, a was part of family, a kind of managing, oversee the field work e.g, I called him uncle, he was very handsome, quite and intelligent but he was a something of real killer. I watched his killing animals with awe, I was hidden a distant rock or top of trees, if you were caught by doing this you were punished(standing up a corner of room for an hour while grandmamma was reading her script…watching me!) so I was always careful. I didn’t know why but I knew when these killings happens; ordinary killings, or mess killing when a special occasion or visitors at home e.g.

Wonderment, his expert killing animals, his hands movement and his face; healthy glow and emotion. Think of it, he was enjoying in these killing! Very fast, a chicken e.g., if it was in a field, he snatched it like an acrobatic motion, hold its legs, walking toward like a graceful male dancer, the chicken was twitching its head down in his hand, toward its end; quirk quirk… he took it to the killing spot at the behind barn, put its head at a wooden chopping board and slating down with an axe to its head, eerie noisy quuukkeeii… the chicken head off its body and dropped under chopping board and blood splurged from its body to air and to the ground.

The killing was a pavilion of summer afternoon. The blood, bright vermillion to dark crimson colored soil, his dark amber handsome face, and his blooded huge hands and plastic apron are guarded with sunset in his stipulated shadow. And he took the lifeless thing to the back entrance of the house, there would be a huge black pot was waiting with boiling water. After no one around I went to inspect the site, sometimes I see the dead chicken heads too, motionless eyes half gazed and strewed at the dusky sky. I was once caught by him, he smiled at me but he didn’t say anything. I tried to mimic his skill in my killing frogs same way as he did but not the same. Frog and chicken are different things you know! I think I was little afraid of him acutely! But my brother loved him. They were very good friend, he made him kites and took him catching wild ducks but never took me! I don’t know why? He was very a decent man, but because his killing animals I was naturally distant I think. He killed everything; rabbits, chickens pigs and dogs (one stage I was deeply worried that they might eat my dog too, so I made very loud and clearly my dog can not be eaten, this supported by whole family! Pet dogs are friend of family they said. But I could not trust so I could ask him for his assurance, and he promised. I will write a dog story another day in here) and also ducks.


Now, go back to Samgyetang, I though that, wow it was too hot to eat such yam yam! But now I am thinking that it makes me really boost my lethal energy and to beat hell out of the all scumbags with aids this evil genius Dr Who’s ---Prof Krugman’s suggested--- the robotic troops. Fight with them; eyeballs to eyeballs, mind you these scumbags have no brains, morbidly depository of low self-esteem and stashed with inferior complex. So if anyone challenge them, they can not handle it, they think that is put them down, so just raged with their button size egos, buzzed buzzed… gosh they are the chickens, chopped their brainless gutless heads off and put them into summer heat for boiling to feed their end.

Unaggressive, I cursed them with “death of losers” twittering their little testicles egos, yes, their button size egos are the leeches of their feeble manhood. I know that “REAL” men are they know who they are rarely show their egos, which are well guarded underneath their aplomb. Cool as the Antarctica glacises. They love challenged by their peers, ease with other people’s challenge with amusement and compassion. After all they know who they are so they never bother such thing.

I will ask Alan for a gift! Give me a hot-cool stuff that I will bash up all the useless brainless and feeble unimaginative little pricks and send them to a lethal chopping board!!!

He would say don’t do “Young Sun”! Don’t bash everyone’s heads with your unguided missiles!

Do you think am I heading toward an evil megalomaniac? Or am I already a megalomania?

What is the NORM anyway…?

This nice Prof Peter Singer's article make me think of the agreement of significance and insignificance.

Dr. Cook had little time for such subtleties. Only “a very naïve doctor” would think that giving a person a lot of morphine was not “prematurely sending them to their grave,” he told Fink, and then bluntly added: “We kill ‘em.” In Cook’s opinion, the line between something ethical and something illegal is “so fine as to be imperceivable.”

This kind of human confession is, humh… essential for our life. Imperfection, inability to drew a line that what is proper what is wrong. But then what is right? What is wrong? Anyway! I am not sure what is called this but I am sorrowful this kind of unavoidable situation, make a human life so worthless. And these Drs had to make a fanatic choice, who to live who to die. “Hey you, woman you should die because you are useless in our society, squander precious resource! Hey you, man you are useful in our society your contribution will be save for mankind so you must alive! Fair enough! But then this world everywhere this kind of things happen, cold and deliberate, cynical about human life that no longer sacred but only gowned as; religion, culture and usefulness, and all sort of things etc…different names and colors. “Usefulness” if the usefulness in our camp ok but if the usefulness in an enemy’s camp so that is a good enough reason to be dead too! But I suppose we are living in a world that with full of contradictory. That is part of our life, the nature. Undisputable and indestructible force of our nature. Eat or to be eaten. Neither ever romantic nor abstract, just cold sorrowful reality in charge. I think, this kind of choices is not human punishment but rather the way our life like that way, unavoidable choice we have to make our life sustainable. Pure human emotion beem taken over by pure utility. Negation of all our seductiveness to a pure survival. Probably that is good enough reason? Sometime we have to make a choice to make a gruesome moment is bearable. We have to make a decision what is best for the circumstance, we simply obliged it. We are not betrayed anyone just the way of dealing things where norm no longer exist or applicable. What is the NORM anyway…?
Yet! Unquestionable testimony of our life that not only deeply beautiful but also morbidly ugly!

My Sleepy Village Radical Change

Surprise, surprise! I had another dream again few night ago. By the way I had a nightmare few days back, but I don’t want write lolly polly the nightmare, instead this dream. This time I was in my village. So I had my time capsule machine on turn back to where I was a little? No I think I was a visitor in my own village. They said that it was a war, but the war was very old style, a kind of war in period of Three Kingdoms of Korea. Like the above picture with more people. But scales were a very small so it fit into a tangling foothill where I could see whole view. People with dark brownish clothed, moving around, soil elected layers of field, like the spring seed just planted mount. Field has little bellies. And upper side was a dusky and lower side less dusky ambaries, time might have been just after sunset, not yet dark but still can see the foothill, fading into darkness. The lady was the commander of the war, as a usual very firm authority and unforgiving way, velvet gloves with iron fisted lady in her full performance. Everyone followed her as everyone knows she is very smart. And all of the sudden changed the scenery, lot of people in a small space, not open spaces so it might have been a room. Now this war has been changed into making a movie. So we were become bundles of extras. We were moving one form one motion. So the lady said, we push backward and forward each other end, and given to us a the above image (milddle) geometry patterned wavy dark brownish colored garment, under that the garment there were a layer of people with painted faces like aborigines, were moving same motion as the garment, that was how making a move. Not clear but clear enough, the mood was stuffy and airy motivated feeling. Everyone eager to participated, neither happy nor unhappy. And all of sudden the view of the whole village street appeared. There were ladies wearing Arabic dress- beautifully made and embroidered, very expensively dress with hijabs, I think few men there too, wearing long Arabic traditional cloth, walking and riding old carriages leisurely on the street. So I asked someone beside me, where all the ladies come from? They said that they all live in the village. So I acclaimed, saying “ O man O man! This really changed really changed, foreigners in our village? Don’t kidding me please! O Man what happen in this village! I was start laughing myself, keep saying O man O man what happen to this village… unbelievable unbelievable this incredible… I laughed and woke up… and was thinking that could keep going for another half hour so that I could see whole view of changes…

O Korea Korea, You Come From Long Way! Forward!

Courtesy this nice article and picture to NY Times

O Korea Korea you move so slowly, one steps forward few steps backward, carefully the pure bloody tattered stinking derogatory medallion in your “ han” breasts! Where you come from? No No land the land everyone invaded and made you insipience, so you made a consolation in your hate and sorrow for “pure bloody blood” crap as the way you could love yourself bit and have a bit of dignity! But that makes you not irreplaceable magnitude to the world. That made you backward! Caged yourself as a hermit loneliness for while! But you had to stand up for firmly to the bullies and against all the odds and build yourself as strong as today! You are now strong and beautiful that make you desirable and as a huge potential but then without your wisdom there is always inferior complex in your forehead! So no more dangle your useless derogatory and hypocrisy! Open your heart proudly who you are with sincerely to the world. It is time for move forward proudly. All the shameful and painful embraces as a part of your unforgetful history as the foundation of who you are today, suffered and survive against all the odds! You Korea, come from long way! Forward! SPEED UP!!!

In South Korea, a country repeatedly invaded and subjugated by its bigger neighbors, people’s racial outlooks have been colored by “pure-blood” nationalism as well as traditional patriarchal mores,...
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The government and media obsess over each new report from the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development, to see how the country ranks against other developed economies. A hugely popular television program is “Chit Chat of Beautiful Ladies” — a show where young, attractive, mostly Caucasian women who are fluent in Korean discuss South Korea. Yet, when South Koreans refer to Americans in private conversations, they nearly always attach the same suffix as when they talk about the Japanese and Chinese, their historical masters: “nom,” which means “bastards.” Tammy Chu, 34, a Korean-born film director who was adopted by Americans and grew up in New York State, said she had been “scolded and yelled at” in Seoul subways for speaking in English and thus “not being Korean enough.” Then, she said, her applications for a job as an English teacher were rejected on the grounds that she was “not white enough.”

Update:We Korean women are much for brave and courageous than Korean man!!! All La la la take that… also more beautiful than your ugliness take this too!!!

Van Gogh, What a Great Bastard He is!

The Van Gogh letters made a book here and here. I read some of his letters, my painting teacher introduced me start with that I should read them. Then I always thought that how life could so unfair to the great man, but I no longer think that way, on the contrary he was a deeply privileged man, as he could excess the secrete of life where not many people can or could excess. I think he was a great philosopher in canvases, like the Tolstoy in his wordings.

An endlessly flat landscapes…seen from a bird’s eye view from the top of the hill … vineyard, harvest cornfield. All this is multiplied to infinity and spreads like the surface of the seat to the horizon….
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….the color is exquisite here… When it gets scorched and dusty it gets not lose its beauty, for then the landscape gets tones of gold of various tints, green-gold yellow-gold, pink-gold, and in the same way bronze, copper, in shore staring from citron yellow all the way to a dull, dark yellow color like a heap of particularly clear, bright blue --- green blue, and violet-blue…

He is in love the field, all the existent; unconquerable power of life, the cycles the passage of time; newness and death, yet the deathlessness, longing for eternity yet see the fleeting, the loneliest blue distant and lusty heated soil, the endless progression of field, the destiny of our life, the breathing of colors and lines. All in there! All existing and surviving in harmony in destruction and beginnings. He is exotica with the field the hues and the sky, all the things in there mesmerized him, he is alive he is most alive in there; turn him into their world of composition which no one can see but only him. In return they open most intimate, secrete side of their life open to him; in a gratuities and most loving way. The field, the summer, the sky and the distant the fleeting moment, represents only for him as a whole! There he can be the commander of the myriad, the most beloved and the most wanted guest, after all he is most normal and most human in the composition! What a great bastard he is!