Thursday, April 30, 2009

Bells Unrung, Cherries Un-Picked.


There are some moments in life when you stop and think to yourself, "well, after this there's no turning back."
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These are the moments just before you gain motion on a path upon which taking the first step implies wholesale commitment to its destination.
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Some words cannot be unsaid; most pain cannot be uninflicted; no potatoes can be unmashed.
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Everyone's had them, these moments.
From minor adventure: the second that you are in the air between dock and lake, wondering to yourself, "Shit. It's gonna be cold. And are those rocks?"
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And major adventure: wondering, "No one is forcing me to jump out of this plane."
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To the romantic: the brief breath you take before walking into your girlfriends apartment and admitting, "I slept with your sister"
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To the perverse: that same breath before admitting, "I slept with my sister"
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Many of these are in business: putting on your jacket before stepping into your bosses office to say "I quit."
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Well, I've sat for surgery twice in the last 6 months, and I discovered that these moments live in the operating theater as well. Twice now I've laid back, lucidly on an operating table folks in scrubs bustled around the room and thought to myself, "I don't have to be here. I chose to come and I can choose to leave."
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It is the flight-impulse that rises up in your bile, I think. Your mind knows that you are there for your own good, but your animal being also knows that these people are going to knock you out and cut you. Badly.
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Mastering the animal, you think to yourself what a good idea this is. The run through of the logical train is quick and easy, because frankly no one in Canada fights their way through the system without good reason.
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But the moment is still very much there. "I can get up and walk out of here now; in a minute, I won't"
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And after that minute, and the minutes or hours that follow in a darkened heartbeat, it's true: you can't go back.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Brewsters Billions




"I've been dealing with skeevy lawyers since the Eighties," he thought to himself, "What are congressmen really other than a bunch of lawyers made out really good?"
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Brewster looked up at the suits fidgeting behind their nameplates, and noted that most of them had worked up a good sweat under the lights of the camera coverage. He waited patiently until the old guy with two first names called the inquiry to order.
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There was a good deal of "State your name" stuff which he handled without problem. So far, this seemed like it was going to be pretty easy. Brewster figured he might be on the street with his money in hand in plenty of time to catch the second half of he Yankees game.
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"How did you get into the insurance business, Mr. Brewster?"
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"Well, sir, I came into a good deal of money after my uncle passed and using what could only be described as very, um, unique strategies, I parlayed that into an even bigger stack."
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"Could you be more specific?"
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"I was told that if I could lose $30 million in a month, I would win $300 million. Which I did. And also I won the heart of an attractive accountant."
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"This doesn't sound very American."
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"On the contrary, Mr. Congressman, it's the most American story there is. It even includes baseball, the stock market, and an election!"
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"Hmm. So this was in 1987?"
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"Yes. So after I took down the 300 large and fought off a few minor law suits, I said to myself, 'Monty? You know what's better than $300 million? $300 Billion!"
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"Indeed. "
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"So I figured if i applied the lessons I learned from my Uncle's experiment, I would be a billionaire in no time."
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"Well that does sound pretty American"
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"Sure it is! I bought a little insurance company called AIG and we started writing some really funky policies. We invented a whole new language even."
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"So far so good, Mr. Brewster."
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"Not really, Congressman. At first the money was rolling in. People couldn't buy enough of these policies even though nothing ever went wrong. It was a total disaster! There were some nights when I thought to myself, 'I'm never going to get rid of all this cake!' "
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"But you took it too far, Mr. Brewster, didn't you!"
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"On the contrary, Congressman! It just took a little longer than I expected, but finally I guess we'd written enough policies such that I became much bigger than the market. Then Bear collapsed and shortly after the other investment banks I was geared to followed right down. It was really just a matter of days and we ran dry. "
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"You are a charlatan."
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"It kind of takes your breath away, doesn't it?"
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"And now what, Mr. Brewster?"
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"Well, the money's gone, every cent, and I have nothing to show for it but the Manchester United shirt on my back."
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"And?"
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"And I'd like my $300 billion now."