The Impossible Trinity (also known as the Inconsistent Trinity, Triangle of Impossibility or Unholy Trinity) is the Trilemma in international economics suggesting it is impossible to have all three of the following at the same time:
- A fixed exchange rate.
- Free capital movement (absence of capital controls).
- An independent monetary policy.
I have a similar theory about friends and:
- Helping you move.
- Driving you to the airport.
- Remembering your birthday.
You can only have two. And, in this new context, aren’t you glad I don’t care at all when you were born?
Subtitle: The most rambling of the ramble rambles.
Life is still great. Still. Can we talk about that for a minute?
It was when the cute girl at school laughed in your face in 8th grade (or grade 8, you lovable Canadians), and still is just now as you go about waging an ugly Black Friday war on sensibility. Your artillery is a sharp elbow jab and you’re dropping them precisely betwixt the ribs of an inept forty-something father because—damn it all—you’re getting that robot dog. It’s $10 off and it’s for George. You don’t really like George, but you got up at 4 AM, damn it, and you’re going to save on all of your robot dog purchases today.
But, even in the ugly, life is still great.
I’m not trying to soapbox all of you about first-world problems and how, despite economic collapse, we live in a society able to self-medicate with overindulgence. Or how we should be so lucky to have access to clean water. Or how we’re in the top 10% of the world’s something-something by the mere fact that you’re reading—and I’m writing—this on some computer-y, internet-y device that costs 30 lifetimes of work for some farmer in a country you’ve never heard of.
You know all of this, so I wouldn’t dare remind you of it.
What I will wax about is the of greatness of you all, the people that I know. Yeah, you kids are pretty grand. I’ve curated with skill beyond any algorithm, my real-life social network. A real-life friend, five stars, two thumbs up, a thousand likes and stars, and an infinite diggity-duggs for each of you.
Let’s be clear, a whole bunch of shitty things have happened to humanity since the beginning of ever, but since the time we formed a complex consciousness we’ve used it to get ourselves down about the relatively mundane (along with the objectively not-so-mundane things very worth getting worked up over). But, I’ll say this, my own experiences of traversing the the crap so eventual and unavoidable these past few years have been pretty alright because of the people I’ve seemingly always known, and the people I’ve met during, and even the people I’ve never met on this computer-y, internet-y device.
You’re all pretty spectacular, sharp elbows and all.
And, can I just say that Patrick Reust has boxes of my books at his apartment? They’ve been there for over a year and a half. They’re not even good books. That man rocks a patience something awesome. So stoic, so bearded.
Me: Does USPS allow you to ship pikes?
Marisa: Well, it’s not a liquid.
[Image: Spear by Vintage Collective]
It’s May 8th, 2010 at 4:46PM (pacific, just to be clear) and Ms. Muser’s charm strikes on the drive back from our Russian River excursion.
Today, I find where she put ink to paper in my notebook. She may have enjoyed a few Pliny the Elder’s and Temptations, but even she knew we had to save this one.
A big thanks to Boston for the jaw punching good time a week and more ago. An extra big thanks to all the people that came out to see me and tad bit more to folks like Marisa, Tori, and super couple Paudrey that housed me.
Eagle-eyed jerks may complain this picture was taken in Cambridge.
A.H. by leifnordberg
Cazadores Awesome
Cazadores + strawberries + jar + 3 weeks + strainer + glass + ice = you have friends. Welcome to the summer months.
