One Of Those Days

We are a set of patterns separated by days and nights. Kind of like a circle with dotted lines. It isn't perfect and there are times when you can't quite see why you turn, but when you back up over the course of time you start to see the circle.

10 years.

When I look full on your face I see something that I'm missing.
Something sleepless.
How do I tell you I love you?
Your exquisite.
Real.
Your soul doesn't age. I know it doesn't age.
I want you to remember the first time we kissed,
That this feeling could never be anothers,
That you are queen of our home,
Queen of beautiful...
Queen of flowers...
Queen of my heart.
How do I tell you I love you?
It's like a gut wrenching cry.
Like darling valentine being lost and gone forever.
Like...I can't take it back ever feeling.
I guess its the realization that I'm vulnerable and your timeless.
I guess its knowing that I don't deserve you.
Someday love.
Someday I'll make you feel my love that way your supposed to.
Maybe someday I'll have what I'm missing.
I'll be strong for you love.

Expectations - Reality = Adjustment or Disappointment

John Maynard Keynes was the father of the Keynesian economic school of thought. Spurred on by the Great Depression, Keynes decided that a new look should be given to that of David Ricardo and Adam Smith's classical approach. One item of great debate was that of sticky wages. Although I am partial to the economic view, this is one area in which I agree with Keynes. Keynes stated that as business cycles occur and unemployment ensued that employees attempt to hold on to their wages. Although one might have been able to argue this in the past, can we argue this in our present day situation? Here are a few reasons why I feel that wages are sticky:

1) Unemployment compensation - employees that receive unemployment receive a portion of the income that they had earned previously each month/week. The goal is to able to allow them to support themselves and possibly family while looking for a new job. Having this compensation allows these ex-employees to try to find a job of equal or comparable pay. As the deadline for unemployment severence nears the wage expectations should decrease, but slowly as time drags on. By doing this the wages do move towards equilibrium, but they do so at a slow rate and as more unemployment ensues, expectations will change in a given employment industry to meet the price and quantity of that labor market equilibrium.

2) Unions - wages are extremely sticky in unions, but this may create unemployment because we are placing a minimum on what we will expect for pay. So when an impass is reached, the lowest on the seniority list are let go or if a strike is decided upon, there is more reason for market failure, business opportunity costs, and an excess of demand over supply leading to deficit in the ability of that business to supply that quantity demanded.

I'm not insuating that these things are bad, but that, in fact, wages are sticky and tend to move down slowly. For example, if I sell a care and I am asking a high-end price for that car, I must wait and see who will bite. If there is no bite, time and reason beckons me to lower my expectations until I sell my vehicle or dispose of it.

So we see that: Expectations - Reality = Adjustment or Disappointment

Counting

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.”

- Theodore Roosevelt

Like You

I walked a mile today and I wished it was our mile

Gramma Base

I remember you a smokey brown haired dreamer
You used to lean your head on right hand elbow on table and run your fingers through your hair
You would cough and talk to me with Nat King Cole crackling from the radio and the smell of bacon in the air
The bread box was filled with old and new bread; little bugs would crawl across every other opening
I remember how you fought and I remember how classy you were
I knew you had regrets. They sat on that hand and those fingers running through your hair.
They were in each cigarette. They were in each cough and childhood song. They were in your pictures.
They were yours and you were theirs.

Noise

We are people that want noise. We could not sit for an hour without making noise. We would have to think and know that we are alone. Maybe that is what we are running from and what we are running around trying to find.