O Me! O Life!

O Me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.

That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.

Walt Whitman

Doing Charles Ponzi proud

By and far, in today’s regulatory environment, it is virtually impossible to violate rules, and this is something that the public really doesn’t understand. If you read something in the newspaper and you see somebody violate a rule, you say, “well they are always doing this”, but it is impossible for a violation to go undetected, certainly not for a considerable period of time.

Bernie Madoff in October 2007

This is how close the jerks are

A prank call. Someone please get them a functional caller ID. Christmas present, anyone?

The answer?

Operation Wrath of God.

“The aim was not so much revenge but mainly to make them [the militant Palestinians] frightened. We wanted to make them look over their shoulders and feel that we are upon them. And therefore we tried not to do things by just shooting a guy in the street – that’s easy … fairly.”

I am not a big fan of the name but they could have been on to something here, in terms of creating a fair deterrent. Still too weak, maybe, but realistically, there is no strong deterrent. Perhaps it just seems good considering the dismal range of options at hand; among which, the stupidest would be the one involving  large scale mobilization of troops to the border. Which is also why it is the most likely choice. One can only hope that this time it will be different.

The dull call of desire

I love your eyes, my darling friend,
Their play, so passionate and bright’ning,
When a sudden stare up you send,
And like a heaven-blown lightning,
It’d take in all from end to end.

But there’s more that I admire:
Your eyes when they’re downcast
In bursts of love-inspired fire,
And through the eyelash goes fast
A somber, dull call of desire…

Fyodor Tyutchev

I found what might be an alternate translation. And another one.

And the Brits again

Stupidest quote of the day (thus far):

You only have to take a 10-minute ride in a tuk-tuk here to see how virtuosity and the ability to react quickly and improvise, as thousands of scooters, lorries, buses, cars, bicycles, rickshaws and cows compete for road space, are embedded in India’s DNA. Coping with a cricket ball as the sole moving object is a cinch after that.

About the messiah

The snarking was long overdue.