Poets of the Fall

"Whats gives?" you wonder, as you look at this post.

"Another blogger lost to fame and fortune." you had been thinking.

"Probably living a life of joy and fulfillment", you had mused.

"Men of leisure don't have time for blogging. They're too busy living." you had declared.

And you had been absolutely correct on all counts.

Startling prose finds its roots in the cold and dark of human suffering, not in the sunny warmth of carefree minds of cheerful men (with a spring in their steps and a tune on their lips).

No longer is this man in the investment banking business (pockets lined with silver, in a street car named desire, an object of lust) but a poverty stricken, generally despised grad student in Michigan.

And the words flow effortlessly once again.

(The Michigan Fall is quite pretty though)

Stranger than Fiction.

Everything they tell you about human nature, about human motivations and about human relationships in books and movies is complete bull.

Real people behave in predictable patterns. But for some reason, all literature shies away from revealing these patterns. This results in certain book friendly youngsters becoming socially inept. Though a lot stands to be gained from a voratious appetite for fiction, you don't really learn much about incentives.

If I ever write a book, I'll make sure that my characters behave like real people. 

The truth should out.

Oxymoron

Free Love.

"Wooly"

.. said the ol' man from Australia when asked to describe women.

Presumably, he meant "confused, uncertain and muddleheaded"... as opposed to "hirsute"

Economics Can Be A Hazardous Occupation..

..as this economist discovered when his government arrested him for being too pessimistic:

How to Combat a Banking Crisis: First, Round Up the Pessimists

Bombay

We know who they are. We know where they are. What do we do?


Its fairly obvious.


Overt aggression means risking nuclear war. The answer is covert aggression.


Take a cue from the Israelis. Invoke the Wrath of God.


Let the madness die with the madmen.

Once Upon a Time

"And what", she asked me, "scares the knight in shining armor?
Dragons, barbarians and evil sorcerers?"

"Not at all." I told her.

"Dragons are mere animals.. dinosaurs with a hormonal problem.
The shining armor takes the edge off anything the barbarians can dish out.
And the sorcerers.. bah.. they're just a buncha geeks.

The only thing a knight need fear is the Damsel in Distress.

Against her charm and his own foolish gallantry, he has no defense."