Bob Marley talks about reggae, Rastafari, ganja, politics.
“The black market is a market. There is nothing “black” about it. A black market price takes into consideration the risk. When the blackness is taken away from this market, then prices will probably drop.”
—Ludwig von Mises, The Free Market and its Enemies
A state that considers itself an upholder of freedom, must stay as far away from markets as it possibly can.
Consumers in India do not have access to the best wines in the world, the best cars in the world, the best electronics in the world. Why? Because of a stupid concept called customs duty. Customs is our states way of saying, we need protection from you evil people selling us better goods! We need protection only so that local businesses get an unfair price advantage. In the end, who gets screwed over? The “aam aadmi”!
To the State I say this: Give us roads, water and power and stay the hell out of the rest of our lives!
Sagar pohat bahubalane, naav tayasi milo na milo re,
Swayech jo tejonidhi tarani, tad gruhi deep jalo na jalo re.
Jo Kari Karm Ahetu, Ved Tayas Kalo Na Kalo Re
Olakh Patali Jyas Swatahachi, Dev Tayas Milo Na Milo Re
– Kavi Bobade
I am incapable of translating this. I apologize to the non Marathi readers, all 4 of them!
A moving metropolis, a salad of individuals!
Crisp, efficient and green.
The regulars, with their practiced moves,
The newbies, with their deer-in-the-headlights looks,
Conductors and drivers trying their best,
To enliven the drudgery of routine.
The bicyclists in their ghetto,
Enjoying their moment of superiority!
Cities roll by, San Carlos, San Mateo, Millbrae,
Straight and gray runs the 101,
A splash of colors made by an enterprising graffitist,
How she got to that spot no one knows!
My book, my music, my thoughts,
Meditation, retrospection, introspection.
A journey without, a journey within, a journey home.
“In order to swim one takes off all one’s clothes—in order to aspire to the truth one must undress in a far more inward sense, divest oneself of all one’s inward clothes, of thoughts, conceptions, selfishness etc. before one is sufficiently naked.”
Or, as Shakira says .. “underneath your clothes there’s a different story…, underneath your clothes there’s an endless story…”
Had dinner with some friends at Union Square, then went to a Hookah place in the Tenderloin! I really enjoy a hookah, so I thought I’ll buy one. There was a smoke shop across the street. It was one of those neglected old shops, dust on the boxes, old bored proprietor at the counter, cheap but fashionably kitschy stuff for sale! I bought a hookah and flavor and coal for the princely sum of 37$!
At that point, Z discovered an interesting item on display. It was titled “Unisex Synthetic Urine”. Z proceeded to enquire with said proprietor, who informed us that it was used to provide “clean” samples for drug tests!
Learnt something brand spanking new today!