Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Big Banks

Check this chart out. The four biggest banks have gained a lot of market share. I wonder who lost that share?




Thursday, December 24, 2009

Scrooge

"Oh ! but he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge ! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner ! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature always about with him; he iced his office in the dog-days, and didn't thaw it one degree at Christmas."

Dickens, A Christmas Carol

And I almost didn't start it, thinking, I've seen it on the teli...

Monday, December 14, 2009

Winter poem

Dreams

Generations are born and generations pass,
the generations glide like streams,
die and vanish and become extinct,
and yet enticing dreams never die:
to live in the sun, in sorrow and the storm,
grow numb and be laid on the bier,
rise up again in shimmering form,
follow in each other's footsteps.
However they come and however they go,
gliding like reflecting streams,
however they vanish and become extinct,
eternal dreams live on.

poem of Jonatan Reuter, Drommarna, from the accentus CD North

A good winter poem.