Some kids revisited their Summer 1942. Coming of age.
Others, say in Vietnam, are ready for bigger stage.
A Linkedin connect started her SQUAR in emerging Myanma, just core viable product, to be perfected as time goes along.
Summer separation and sadness. Summer also brings reunion and reassessment.
It’s Q3 for business people.
Abenomics or any-omics, as long as Japan gets out its deflationary state. Egyptian want their first-year President out.
They have gotten used to protest and counter-protest.
Summer blockbusters range from the Great Gatsby to Now You See Me (Now You Don’t). Abracadabra!
Or as our own Alan Phan, “say a prayer”, like a virgin.
I remember when California elected Arnold. The commentary back then was, “it doesn’t matter which monkey is in charge”.
The budget was way out of balance then.
Now, Gov Brown has imposed strictest order on the fiscal affairs of the State, used to be called, Golden State.
Surprisingly, Arnold was quoted in one of the beer consumption studies, which shows Vietnam at the top of the list.
Praying and drinking. Drown out our sadness and sorrow. Sharing our moments.
And never give up hope that our best days are yet behind us.
Summer Sadness. It brings understanding and perspective
In Norwegian Wood, our Toru Watanabe looked back at his last year in college, and suddenly, understood the deep pain college girl friends feel (two suicides, male and female to be fair).
We all had our 1942’s and 69’s.
Of eating dorm food and from vending machine.
Of all-nighter and crammed for finals.
Then, what’s next?
Be an entrepreneur or employed?
Looking forward or backward?
There will always be next summer.
But this summer is a hot one. An inconvenient truth.
Of torrential rain and perpetual austerity.
Of not much hope for an improved GDP anywhere.
Tourism is up as the temperature heats up.
Can’t find a decent paperback to pack along.
Be sure to wade the water and if things come along, as they always do, live your 1942 so you have something to think back in old age.
Best way to live life is to pretend to look back to the present from the vantage of the future, then live it to no regret.
No regret, no sorrow. No sorrow, no sadness. Summer or not. One’s happiness cannot be conveniently measured by a thermometer. But if there were such thing as Global Warming measurable from the outside, it should also affect what’s inside. Now, that’s something we can do something about. And it’s the most inconvenient truth about ourselves we often refuse to admit.