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Artist: Tomoko Ikeda
Title: Pensive Traveler
Owner: moi

I'm a total fan of her work. I even made it to one of her Exhibitions in Ginza, Tokyo—I was the only dude who didn't speak Japanese (well, I speak some, but not enough). Check out her website. 


In 2009, she published a beautiful photographic book of her doll art collection, Scenery of Time.

DEBTOR NATION

National Debt 1960-2011

MY NEW BOOK....

How I lost my moorings in Tokyo. Read Chapters 1 & 2.

@Ronnie_Baker: Genuinely funny, entertaining & well written. Highly recommended.

@lothisoft: Great read, got very sad towards the end but what a fantastic finish. Are you writing a sequel?

Buy it at Amazon.com

 

 

Chapter 1 ♦ AIRMAIL FROM AFTERLIFE

1976

One rainy summer day, I packed my backpack and went to America. I was seventeen. I knew what I was doing: I was escaping from the debacle at home. And I was looking for something. For what exactly, I didn’t know, but I’d go look for it in America. There, the heat burned in my nostrils. Lawns were brown. Cars were big and air-conditioned. Girls went gaga over my accent. Guys thought I was cool. And I fell in love with it all.
          Three years later, I was paying my way through college in Texas when the notion of home, distant and convoluted as it had become, blew up with gratuitous violence. A Boeing had crashed into a mountain in Turkey, killing all 155 people aboard. I heard about it on the radio. But I didn’t connect the dots.
          A few days later, I found a message from the operator in my campus PO Box. Telegram, call Western Union, it said. I called from one of the pay phones. My heart was pounding in my temples, and I had trouble hearing the lady on the other end.
          “I’d read it to you,” she said. “But it’s in German. I think you better come by and get it.”
          “I’m fixing to go to work. Can’t you try to read it to me?”
          “Oh dear.”
          “Is it long?”
          “Two lines.”
          “Can you spell it?”
          “Well, I guess I could. Are you ready?”
          I pulled out a notepad and pen. “Ready,” I said, though I knew that I wasn’t ready, that I’d never be ready for whatever she was about to spell.
          “E-L-T-E-R-N new word,” she said, “A-M new word M-O-N-T-A-G new word M-I-T new word F-L-U-G-Z-E-U-G new word I-N new word D-E-R new word T-U-R-K-E-I—”
          “Stop! Please.” I couldn’t write anymore. Parents on Monday with plane in Turkey.... German sentences, even in abbreviated telegram style, had the main verb at the end, but I didn’t want to hear the main verb, didn’t want to hear it spelled out letter by torturous letter. “Thank you. That’s enough.”
          I’d escaped the debacle at home and had gone as far away as possible. But this wasn’t what I’d had in mind. I stood there in a daze, brain deadlocked, numb, clutching the receiver, drowning in abysmal emotions.
          Then I went to work. It was just a part-time job, but now I needed the money more than ever. Afterward, I drove to the Western Union office and picked up the yellow slip of paper with twelve lines of all-caps alphanumeric gibberish and two lines of readable text. It was from my sister, sent from the town where she was staying with friends. But it didn’t include their phone number. And my brother was on vacation somewhere. So there was no way to reach him either.

Next....

TESTOSTERONE PIT, the novel

Wolf Richter

Chapter 1    Circle Jerk

It was Saturday, the biggest day of the week, and everyone was working bell to bell, over forty salesmen, though Ferronickel didn’t know exactly how many he had because some hadn’t shown up and might have started selling cars some other place, and because he’d hired a bunch of new guys an hour ago.

“It’s a beautiful day,” he sang in a basso profundo voice as he marched across the showroom in his asymmetric gait. He was the general sales manager at the Ford Superstore. His Tabasco Sauce tie was loosened, his collar unbuttoned. His gut that hung over his belt strained his shirt. He had puffy eyes and was full of mean energy, ready to explode, ready to force things to happen. He blew out the door, came to a halt on the porch that surrounded the showroom on three sides, and lit a cigarette.

Al Millikin, one of his four sales managers and perhaps the best closer in town, was watching Mad Boxer work a customer on the truck lot. Potential deal.

“Why can’t he bring that guy inside and write him up?” Ferronickel said.

“He ought to tell him we got free pussy on the showroom,” Millikin said.

“Don’t give me any ideas for our next live remote.”

“Come to think of it, that would be a hell of a lot more effective than the classical rock-and-roll shit we’ve been doing.”

“For our male customers.”

“We could alternate. Free pussy one day, free Godiva chocolates the next. We’d have both ends of the spectrum covered.”

“You’re a fucking Einstein, Millikin.”

Reginald Pierce, another sales manager, a big guy with a shortish Afro, was jumpy and his eyes darted about. He fretted about Whacker Packer, Hackman Jones, JoAnn Delouche, and several other salesmen who’d formed a dope ring by the plate-glass window. If left alone, they’d make up rumors, complain about dealership coffee, and infect each other with morale problems. He singled out a young guy.

“Freddie T, are you going to participate in a circle jerk?” he growled. They called him Freddie T because of his unpronounceable Greek last name. “Or are you going to sell something?”

It startled them; they’d forgotten all about selling. And they drifted apart.

Lou Massago gesticulated on the phone in one of the closing booths. He wore a white button-down shirt, a red and blue tie, slacks, and ostrich-skin boots. A scar curved upward from the right corner of his mouth, giving him a lopsided grin even when he was serious. His eyes were set close together and peered out from under his bushy eyebrows with ferocious intensity. But he had a soft voice when he wanted to, and now he wanted to because he was talking to a customer about a 15-passenger van that had come out of the rental fleet. There were ten of them. They were scratched and dented and had too many miles on them, and they were overpriced, and no one could sell them, but he was king of sales, and if he could sell them, it would prove he could sell anything.

He hated working the phone. He needed his customers in front of him, needed to stare into the whites of their eyes. But no one had sold any of those vans yet, and to prove he was king of sales and could sell anything, he’d decided to sell them all. Besides, the Saturday rush hadn’t begun yet, and calling old customers was more productive than standing around waiting for something to happen.

Next....

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Saturday
Feb042012

Now Even Greek Politicians Are Taking Cover

Greeks yanked €65 billion out of their bank accounts since 2009, Finance Minister Evangelos Venizelos told parliament on Friday. “Of that total, €16 billion has been legally taken abroad,” he said. The rest? Stashed under mattresses or hauled to Switzerland via the land route. A whopping 20% of GDP! Capital flight of massive proportions. They see a forced conversion of their euros to drachmas.

And now even the political elite in Greece is taking cover: former Prime Minister George Papandreou told MPs of his party, the Pasok, that the coalition government of Prime Minister Lucas Papademos should stay in power till the regular elections in late 2013—rather than hold early elections.

Thus, Papademos would take the fall for Greece’s default and exit from the Eurozone. The former Governor of the Bank of Greece is a “technocrat” who was anointed last November when Papandreou resigned. He is expendable. Dynastic career politicians like Papandreou might then rise from the chaos that would follow Greece’s return to the drachma. Political positioning for the “afterwards” has begun.

It’s been one heck of a ride. In 2009, the government said that the budget deficit wasn’t 6% of GDP, as expected, but 12.7%. A gasp went around the world. In 2010, the truth seeped out: the government had for years misrepresented its deficits and debt so that it could continue its borrowing binge and blow that money on vote buying schemes and other worthy projects. Then the deficit was revised up to 13.6% of GDP, and Greece was cratering. In late 2010, EU's statistical agency Eurostat came up with its own number: 15.4% of GDP. Life in the Eurozone was essentially over for Greece.

Yet they haven’t giving up hunting for money. Bailout number one for €110 billion wasn’t enough. Number two for €130 billion, whose details haven’t been decided yet, has already been declared insufficient, and another €15 billion is needed. In total €255 billion, or 105% of Greece’s GDP. Meanwhile, the bailout Troika (EU, IMF, and ECB) has been imposing ever stricter budget cuts and tax increases, which have never been fully adopted by the Greek parliament or executed by the ministries.

Exhibit A: In 2011, the national healthcare system spent €4.1 billion (2% of GDP) for medications though the Troika had set a budget of €3.8 billion. For 2012, the Troika cut that to €2.1 billion. Options: rationing medications and forcing price reductions on the pharmaceutical industry. But on Thursday, Health Minister Andreas Loverdos told representatives of the pharmaceutical industry that he was shooting for €3.1 billion, and that he was working on a compromise with the Troika.

So it goes. The Troika imposes cuts. The country pushes back. The deficit is coming down, but too slowly, and gobbles up more bailout money than anticipated, as the economy continues to deteriorate. But for once, there was news that wasn’t even more catastrophic than feared, which in Greece is worthy of being leaked. The budget deficit for 2011 will be above the Troika-set limit of 9% of GDP but won’t hit the feared 9.5%, thanks to €2 billion from the detested property tax that was instituted in September amidst waves of protests.

Demands for debt forgiveness has become a growth industry. Last summer, private-sector holders of Greek sovereign bonds were pushed to accept a “voluntary” haircut of 20%, which grew to 50%, and it’s still not enough, and the negotiations are bogged down. If there is no agreement, the Troika threatened to withhold the next bailout tranche. In return, Greece threatened to default in March. And now there is more.... Abysmal news for Greek Bonds and Debt Swap Negotiations.

But it’s still not enough. Now the Greek government demanded that public-sector holders also accept haircuts. The ECB, which bought $45 billion of these crappy bonds to prop up the country, and Germany were incensed.  

The core of the fiasco isn’t just Greece’s debt and the political machine that took it on and hid it, but also the bloated public sector and uncompetitive private sector. So the Troika demanded brutal cuts in private-sector wages and benefits. Alas, they’re set by a wage pact. And unions are rebelling. On Thursday, they were joined by employer groups. Together they’d oppose the government and the Troika. And on Friday, the Prime Minister threatened to resign unless the Troika’s demands were implemented. A Greek tragedy turns into a farce.

"The case of Greece is hopeless," Otmar Issing said. He should know. He was a member of the Executive Board of the Bundesbank and of the Governing Council of the ECB. But it’s legally impossible to kick Greece out of the Eurozone. So he suggested a procedure—a procedure that has been happening already. Read.... Kicking Greece out of the Eurozone.

Reader Comments (3)

110+130(145)+PSI where the ECB share alone is 45 adds up to how many billion euros? Anyone knows? How much is the US 2008 bailout until today ?
February 4, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterAnonymous
Bailout I + II + plus = €255 billion (not including the ECB's bond purchases) = 105% of GDP. Add the haircut on its debt = €100+ billion. So the total bailout comes to 145%+ of GDP.

If applied to the magnitude of the US economy, a bailout of this type would be over $21 trillion, so quite a chunk of money.

For the Fed's bailout of the banks and some of the shenanigans that went along with it, read my post http://www.testosteronepit.com/home/2011/10/20/the-gao-audit-of-the-fed-doesnt-call-it-corruption.html
It has links to the GAO audit of the Fed.
February 4, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterWolf
Thank you very much, appreciated.
February 5, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterAnonymous

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