Filed under: daily inkless | Tags: Jay Leno, Jay-Z, job, Kanye West, life, love, Monterey Bay, Rihanna, Roc-a-fella, work
Sometimes I just write random blog posts before I sleep and this is one of those times.
I’ve been listening to a lot of hip-hop and rap recently with Jay-Z getting rediscovered. I forgot how sick the American Gangster album was. The performance of “Run This Town” on tonight’s new Jay Leno show was also very good. I don’t really give a f*** what Kanye does in his free time – his performance was strong. What can I say? Roc-a-fella has their sh** together.
I’m not going to write too much about work other than the fact that I may have to change jobs soon due to random restructuring up top. People are still hiring and I have some experience so I’ll see where those leads … lead.
Right now, I’m still adjusting to this post-college world – waking up in the eary morn’, meeting deadlines, being serious, haha. Hell, it’s not so bad at all. I’m saving up some money to move out maybe early next year. I really (spelled: hella) want to move back into the City. I’d eat PPQ like.. 6 times a week. Straight. But honestly, to afford 1.8k/month rent, I’m gonna have to split the space with someone. That person knows who they (grammatically incorrect on purpose) are.
Here’s the thing I’ve realized about life after school. It ain’t the end. Life is still dynamic – plans can be made, weekends can be maximized and excitement can still go down. In fact, with steady cashflow, the possibilities are greatly enhanced. I know a lot of you out there are still looking for work in this quasi-depression job market of ours. All I can tell you is, to keep trying. I threw out about 50 resumes for 4 interviews, 1 offer, 1 job. Keep chuggin’ along and something will come your way. I promise.
In the end, you all know me. I’m in a solid relationship and so life is good. Hell, my job security is insanely uncertain, but all is well. Haha, I’m such a sucker. But who the f cares? As long as we’re personally good with it right? If I owe anyone a drink, now is the time to claim, just FYI.
Otherwise, I want to plan a trip down to Monterey Bay one of these coming weekends. Get in touch if you want to go/drive/eat. Let me know.
Ah – gotta work tomorrow, night.
‘Tis all.
Filed under: mobile | Tags: crisis theory, Das Kapital, everyday, internship, Keynsian economics, life, love, Marx, political economy, self, Spring 2008, summer
So Karl Marx has a theory in his Das Kapital called the “crisis theory.” In fact, it is one of his most important ideas when it comes to the downfalls of liberal economics of the time. (Go PEIS100!) It basically describes the inconsistent flow of the pure capitalist system between the exchange of capital for commodities and so forth. It tries to explain business cycles and recessions of the market.
More after the jump. But reader beware, the political economy ends and only boredom awaits.
Filed under: posts | Tags: society, self, food, Communist Revolution, Mao, love, parents, life, china, Communism
[poster via Stefan Landsberger]
This weekend was an interesting one. Along with finally finding a trustworthy and knowledgeable mechanic for my car, I visited one of our family friends who happened to own a Japanese restaurant in Antioch. I am a sashimi fiend and when my Dad asked me to go over and take some pictures of the finished architecture and design project, I was quick to ditch my economics homework and head on over.
It think I will withhold his name and just call him Mr. L. I knew he was a talker, I’ve heard him go on and on about his son (Berkeley physics grad) and his hopes and dreams for him. I am not here to discuss his parenting – which I do find a bit unsettling in its mercilessness.
This particular time I went over we sat down and he started talking about something that he never really discussed with me before. He told me about how love was viewed under the Communist regime. In his youth, during the revolutions of the 70s, there was no time for petty things like love. There was only China to love. And oh did the youth love China.
My generation’s parents, those born in China during the mid-to-late 50s all have experienced a certain prescribed form of love. Love, as universal and human as it may seem, was something controllable by the government. They simply had to encumber the youth with so much nationalism and so many duties associated with such nationalism that they thought love to be a waste of time – hours and hours that could be used towards revolution.
So love was simple, quick and utilitarian. Oh, she’s a hard worker, not terribly ugly and gets along with my family. Done. Run down to the marriage office, get a license (which in that time was a fairly new thing) and then you’re done. There was no concept of dating or choices. When the opportunity arose, you just simply tied the knot then got back to pushing Mao’s goals forward.
To say that Mr. L. was a revolutionary is an understatement. He was a party leader. A man who cried real, angry tears during Mao’s fear-induced purges. The Tienanmen square incident still bubbling in his veins. He was a passionate comrade of the old guard. He believed fiercely in the social values that Mao tauted but became disillusioned after those promises fell short. Needless to say, he put his love of China over love over any woman.
Now, he tells me this is the single greatest regret of his entire life.
