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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

here's what's up, top three

1- the sweet smell of the beach and the melanoma-induced caramel color of sun kiss on my skin. as opposed to office paste-y white.

2- the witching hour, in a cutesy way.

3- new beginnings. oh i love, love new beginnings. they're right up there with the sweet fuzzy warmth under the blankie in a rainy day with a side of signature hot choco.

wonton + beer = running on headlights

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. --Anais Nin

This is the thing with passion, the all out giving of oneself, the giving of every fiber of your being. It starts innocently enough. Little inconsequential things like maybe your time, your thoughts, your voice on certain things like the best place to get your paper stash. Then, you wake up one day and you realize that those wonton-and-beer dinners turned into scenes ripe for life-changing discussions, opening your soul up, in a way that you can never afford to do now. Belatedly, always too late, you think that you shouldn’t have free-fallen, that you shouldn’t have allowed that spilling over onto territories that you can never define. As if defining things make it clearer in daylight.

Then you wake up one day and you realize that there is nothing left of you. All because you wanted to give, more and more each day. But what for, you might now ask? Why do you give of yourself and then run on empty? When left alone, you get the sense of being run over by a truck. Strange, you saw those headlights coming, had time to even read the plates and yet, you didn’t run away.

This is the bitch with loving. Or with thinking you do, anyway. You give yourself unconditionally, joyfully and expect nothing in return. And yet even when the smallest of kindness is denied, the pain of not knowing what you had is magnified a thousand times.

You don’t know her, because she didn’t want you to. His memory taints your present happiness. So much so that even if your dreams are coming true, you can’t help but still feel in sharp stabs for those moments. For what, one cannot be sure. It is when old wounds still hurt and you can’t find it in yourself to put on that game face.

She has since stopped asking why. Asking might give her the answers that she needs, but now, those answers don’t matter anymore.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

i'm so having a dog.

An article post, because 1- I have too many drafts floating around that I am, promise, finishing this weekend, and 2- this is an interesting take and reflection on my current state of...erm, affairs.


Everybody’s Business

Lessons in Love, by Way of Economics

By BEN STEIN

Published: July 13, 2008

AS my fine professor of economics at Columbia, C. Lowell Harriss (who just celebrated his 96th birthday) used to tell us, economics is the study of the allocation of scarce goods and services. What could be scarcer or more precious than love? It is rare, hard to come by and often fragile.

Philip Anderson

My primary life study has been about love. Second comes economics, so here, in the form of a few rules, is a little amalgam of the two fields: the economics of love. (I last wrote about this subject 20 years or so ago, and it’s time to update it.)

•In general, and with rare exceptions, the returns in love situations are roughly proportional to the amount of time and devotion invested. The amount of love you get from an investment in love is correlated, if only roughly, to the amount of yourself you invest in the relationship.

If you invest caring, patience and unselfishness, you get those things back. (This assumes, of course, that you are having a relationship with someone who loves you, and not a one-sided love affair with someone who isn’t interested.)

•High-quality bonds consistently yield more return than junk, and so it is with high-quality love. As for the returns on bonds, I know that my comment will come as a surprise to people who have been brainwashed into thinking that junk bonds are free money. They aren’t. The data from the maven of bond research, W. Braddock Hickman, shows that junk debt outperforms high quality only in rare situations, because of the default risk.

In love, the data is even clearer. Stay with high-quality human beings. And once you find that you are in a junk relationship, sell immediately. Junk situations can look appealing and seductive, but junk is junk. Be wary of it unless you control the market.

(Or, as I like to tell college students, the absolutely surest way to ruin your life is to have a relationship with someone with many serious problems, and to think that you can change this person.)

•Research pays off. The most appealing and seductive (that word again) exterior can hide the most danger and chance of loss. For most of us, diversification in love, at least beyond a very small number, is impossible, so it’s necessary to do a lot of research on the choice you make. It is a rare man or woman who can resist the outward and the surface. But exteriors can hide far too much.

•In every long-term romantic situation, returns are greater when there is a monopoly. If you have to share your love with others, if you have to compete even after a brief while with others, forget the whole thing. You want to have monopoly bonds with your long-term lover. At least most situations work out better this way. ( I am too old to consider short-term romantic events. Those were my life when Lyndon Johnson and Richard Nixon were in the White House.)

•The returns on your investment should at least equal the cost of the investment. If you are getting less back than you put in over a considerable period of time, back off.

•Long-term investment pays off. The impatient day player will fare poorly without inside information or market-controlling power. He or she will have a few good days but years of agony in the world of love.

To coin a phrase: Fall in love in haste, repent at leisure.

•Realistic expectations are everything. If you have unrealistic expectations, they will rarely be met. If you think that you can go from nowhere to having someone wonderful in love with you, you are probably wrong.

You need expectations that match reality before you can make some progress. There may be exceptions, but they are rare.

•When you have a winner, stick with your winner. Whether in love or in the stock market, winners are to be prized.

•Have a dog or many dogs or cats in your life. These are your anchors to windward and your unfailing source of love.

Ben Franklin summed it up well. In times of stress, the three best things to have are an old dog, an old wife and ready money. How right he was.

THERE is more that could be said about the economics of love, but these thoughts may divert you while you are thinking about your future.

And let me close with another thought. I am far from glib about the economy. It has a lot of pitfalls facing it. As workers and investors, we know that many dangers lurk in our paths.

But so far, these things have always worked themselves out and this one will, too. In the meantime, they say that falling in love is wonderful, and that the best is falling in love with what you have.

Ben Stein is a lawyer, writer, actor and economist. E-mail: ebiz@nytimes.com.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

in the mood for chupets

walang kinalaman ang picture, but i love love this song now. so sunshine-y despite the rain :)

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Hurry up and wait
So close, but so far away
Everything that you've always dreamed of
Close enough for you to taste
But you just can't touch

You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet
Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it
You know you can if you get the chance
In your face as the door keeps slamming
Now you're feeling more and more frustrated
And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting

We live and we learn to take
One step at a time
There's no need to rush
It's like learning to fly
Or falling in love
It's gonna happen and it's
Supposed to happen that we
Find the reasons why
One step at a time

You believe and you doubt
You're confused, you got it all figured out
Everything that you always wished for
Could be yours, should be yours, would be yours
If they only knew

You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet
Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it
You know you can if you get the chance
In your face as the door keeps slamming
Now you're feeling more and more frustrated
And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting

When you can't wait any longer
But there's no end in sight
when you need to find the strength
It's the faith that makes you stronger
The only way you get there
Is one step at a time


|jordin sparks, one step at a time|

Tuesday, July 08, 2008