Showing posts with label money. Show all posts
Showing posts with label money. Show all posts
Monday, December 30, 2013
Stuck Between the Tao and a Hard Place: Traditional Chinese Medicine Diagnosis of an Ailing Western Economy
We’re mostly familiar with the pain of deficiency. It brings
to mind the title of the late
Richard Farina’s 1966 now cult classic roadie novel, “Been down so long it
looks like up to me”, which was taken from even older lyrics of “Turn My Money
Green” by Memphis bluesman Furry Lewis. Kris
Kristofferson, echoed by Janice Joplin, knew it well when he wrote,
“Freedom is another word for nothin’ left to lose!” The dull pain is so
familiar. You wake up day after day, with the same “nothin’”.
The pain from excess, on the other hand, is defined as sharp
and bloating; take just one more and the whole system will burst! TCM
countermands the oft-quoted statement (attributed to Wallis Simpson, Duchess of
Windsor per Vogue), “You can’t be too rich or too thin.” Well, if
you’re reading this, you’ve outlived her! Obesity is having just “just one more” ... even one more obsessive
less in the case of anorexia.
TCM practitioners use various modalities to rebalance the
patient, including acupuncture and acupressure to stimulate meridians,
energetic crossroads to release the impasses. This enables areas that
are deficient to be slowly enriched, while that which is in excess, will be
carefully drained away. Just as it is dangerous to point a starving man to a
banquet, it is important for the exchange to be gradual and monitored.
And remember,
No Matter What
Don't Forget to Ask for the Money!
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Saturday, October 16, 2010
Essence of Chutzpah
This is not original to me, but as it captures the subtleties of the "holy beggar" essential value to society, I felt it is important:
A little old lady sold pretzels on a street corner for 25 cents each. Every day a young man would leave his office building at lunch time, and as he passed the pretzel stand, he would leave her a quarter, but never take a pretzel.
This went on for more than 3 years. The two of them never spoke. One day, as the young man passed the old lady's stand and left his quarter as usual, the pretzel lady spoke to him. Without blinking an eye she said:
"They're 35 cents now."
And remember,
No matter what,
Don't forget to ask for the money
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Thursday, January 7, 2010
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