DOBRO U ZLU I ZLO U DOBROM

Kineski seljak i njegov sin od sve imovine imali su samo jednu kobilu. Nekom prilikom kobila im je pobegla i njihov komsija je dosao i rekao im:
- Kakva uzasna stvar, da vam kobila pobegne.
Seljak je na to odgovorio:
- Ne znam da li je losa ili dobra, takav je zivot.

Sledeceg dana kobila se vratila i sa sobom dovela citav copor divljih konja. Komsije su se okupili i rekli:
- Kakva velika sreca. Tvoja kobila ti je dovela toliko drugih konja. Sada si bogat covek.
A seljak je na to odgovorio:
- Tesko je reci da li je to dobro ili zlo. To je zivot.

Seljakov sin je hteo da ukroti konje i zajahao je jednog. Ali konj ga je zbacio , on je slomio nogu i ostao hrom. Komsije su rekli seljaku:
- Uzasno je to sto ti se desilo. Tvoj sin da ostane bogalj.
Seljak je odgovorio:
- Ja ne znam da li je to zlo ili dobro. To je zivot.

Uskoro su vojnici dosli u selo i mobilisali za rat sve sposobne mlade ljude i uzeli su komsijinog sina, ali seljakovog nisu, jer je bo hrom. Tada je komsija rekao:
- Mozda vise nikada necu videti svog sina. Ali ti si srecan, tvoj sin je postedjen.
Seljak je opet odgovorio:
- Ja ne znam da li je to dobro ili zlo. TO JE ZIVOT.

Januar...

...ne volim Januar i bele zimske vragove,
u svakom snegu vidim iste trgove,
tragove malih stopa broj trideset i ko zna,
kako polako odlaze....

...nisam te nikada cuvao,
nisam te nikada mazio pazio,
tvoju sam ljubav gazio svemu smisljao broj
nisam te nikada stedeo,
i nisam umeo stati i ostati
sta ce od mene postati
mali andjele moj.......

Tako je govorio Rambo...

Amadeus naravno...

Folk je narod, turbo je sistem ubrizgavanja
goriva pod pritiskom u cilindar motora sa
unutrasnjim sagorijevanjem.
Turbo folk je gorenje naroda.
Svako pospjesivanje tog sagorijevanja je turbo folk.
Razbuktavanje najnizih strasti kod homosapiensa.
Muzika je miljenica svih muza, harmonija svih umjetnosti.
Turbo folk nije muzika, turbo folk je miljenica masa,
kakofonija svih ukusa i mirisa. Ja sam mu dao ime….

Morao sam...

Prolaze gradom umorne bivse lepojke
iz moje slatke mladosti.
Skrivaju bore, s linijom se bore,
vreme im smislja pakosti.

Najbolji momci sa korzoa, mladi lavovi,
mangupi, ugursuzi,
sad su soferi, magacioneri,
kriju ih mracni bircuzi.

I kad o tome razmislim,
ja sam kriv sto zivim s tim.
Morao sam da se odselim,
da se davno izgubim.

I da se nikad ne vratim,
da ih onakve zapamtim,
morao sam da se odselim
kad mi je bilo dva'estri.

I ja sam bio decko s gitarom, mali car,
sasavi boem za sve njih.
Decko s gitarom, danas decko s honorarom
koji ga odvaja od svih.

I kad o tome razmislim,
ja sam kriv sto zivim s tim...

Ostaje nam to sto se volimo...

Moj drug iz detinjstva
zivi sretno na selu,
ko u ruskom romanu, tacno tako
ima zenu i sina,
ima podrum pun vina
i sve mu je ravno

U poslednje vreme
ja ga vidjam sve redje,
samo onda, uglavnom, kad nesto slavi
on se ne ljuti zbog tog,
pruzi ruku i kaze nisi bio odavno

I secamo se dana
kad smo jos bili
divlji ko jeleni hitri,
i sve smo blizi istini i tuzi
sto smo blizi sledecoj litri

Pitam ga da l' zna
da si otisla, da si otisla
ma nije strasno, kaze on,
imala je drugog, to znas
pitam ga da l' zna
da se volimo, da se jos volimo
ma bas si smesan, kaze on,
ponekad si klinac, bas

Moj drug iz detinjstva
zivot posmatra skrto,
vidi nebo i zemlju, ma, ima pravo
Ja sam prokleti pesnik
koji stoji na kisi,
koji laze i voli

Mada smo ucili istu grubu zivotnu skolu,
mi smo nekad daleki,
pa to je ljudski
svako nosi u sebi
nekog svog malog Boga
kom' se potajno moli

I zato vracam pricu na vremena
kad smo bili jeleni hitri,
i sve smo blizi istini i tuzi
sto smo blizi sledecoj litri

Pitam ga sta sad,
kad si otisla, kad si otisla
ma budi mangup, kaze on,
ima mnogo slicnih njoj
pitam ga da l' zna
da se volimo, da se jos volimo
ma kojesta, gundja on,
dodaj bokal, stari moj

Moj drug iz detinjstva se ozenio zelen,
al' je imao srece, ja vidis nisam
ja sam ljubio razne,
neke potpuno prazne, neke potpuno strane

I sve mi se cini
da ne postoji nacin
da mu objasnim tebe, jedinu pravu
zato topim u vinu citav svet,
jer u casu moze svasta da stane

Pitam ga da l' zna
da je nevazno sto si otisla
avantura, kaze on,
sta ti sada ostaje
ostaje mi to
sto se volimo, sto se volimo
da l' zbog vina, kaze on,
al' ovo smesno postaje

New York, New York!

Start spreading the news, Im leaving today
I want to be a part of it - new york, new york
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it - new york, new york

I wanna wake up in a city, that doesnt sleep
And find Im king of the hill - top of the heap

These little town blues, are melting away
Ill make a brand new start of it - in old new york
If I can make it there, Ill make it anywhere
Its up to you - new york, new york

New york, new york
I want to wake up in a city, that never sleeps
And find Im a number one top of the list, king of the hill
A number one

These little town blues, are melting away
Im gonna make a brand new start of it - in old new york
[b]And if I can make it there, Im gonna make it anywhere[/b]

It up to you - new york new york

Craigslist Meets WallStreet…Classic

What am I doing wrong?

Okay, I’m tired of beating around the bush. I’m a beautiful (spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I’m articulate and classy.
I’m not from New York . I’m looking to get married to a guy who makes at least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind that a million a year is middle class in New York City, so I don’t think I’m overreaching at all.

Are there any guys who make 500K or more on this board? Any wives? Could you send me some tips? I dated a business man who makes average around 200 - 250. But that’s where I seem to hit a roadblock. 250,000 won’t get me to central park west. I know a woman in my yoga class who was married to an investment banker and lives in Tribeca, and she’s not as pretty as I am, nor is she a great genius. So what is she doing right? How do I get to her level?

Here are my questions specifically:

- Where do you single rich men hang out? Give me specifics- bars, restaurants, gyms

-What are you looking for in a mate? Be honest guys, you won’t hurt my feelings

-Is there an age range I should be targeting (I’m 25)?

- Why are some of the women living lavish lifestyles on the upper east side so plain? I’ve seen really ‘plain jane’ boring types who have nothing to offer married to incredibly wealthy guys. I’ve seen drop dead gorgeous girls in singles bars in the east village. What’s the story there?

- Jobs I should look out for? Everyone knows - lawyer, investment banker, doctor. How much do those guys really make? And where do they hang out? Where do the hedge fund guys hang out?

- How you decide marriage vs. just a girlfriend? I am looking for MARRIAGE ONLY

Please hold your insults - I’m putting myself out there in an honest way. Most beautiful women are superficial; at least I’m being up front about it. I wouldn’t be searching for these kind of guys if I wasn’t able to match them - in looks, culture, sophistication, and keeping a nice home and hearth.

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THE ANSWER
Dear Pers-431649184:

I read your posting with great interest and have thought meaningfully about your dilemma. I offer the following analysis of your predicament.
Firstly, I’m not wasting your time, I qualify as a guy who fits your bill; that is I make more than $500K per year. That said here’s how I see it.

Your offer, from the prospective of a guy like me, is plain and simple a crappy business deal. Here’s why. Cutting through all the B.S., what you suggest is a simple trade: you bring your looks to the party and I bring my money. Fine, simple. But here’s the rub, your looks will fade and my money will likely continue into perpetuity…in fact, it is very likely that my income increases but it is an absolute certainty that you won’t be getting any more beautiful!

So, in economic terms you are a depreciating asset and I am an earning asset. Not only are you a depreciating asset, your depreciation accelerates! Let me explain, you’re 25 now and will likely stay pretty hot for the next 5 years, but less so each year. Then the fade begins in earnest. By 35 stick a fork in you!

So in Wall Street terms, we would call you a trading position, not a buy and hold…hence the rub…marriage. It doesn’t make good business sense to “buy you” (which is what you’re asking) so I’d rather lease. In case you think I’m being cruel, I would say the following. If my money were to go away, so would you, so when your beauty fades I need an out. It’s as simple as that. So a deal that makes sense is dating, not marriage.

Separately, I was taught early in my career about efficient markets. So, I wonder why a girl as “articulate, classy and spectacularly beautiful”
as you has been unable to find your sugar daddy. I find it hard to believe that if you are as gorgeous as you say you are that the $500K hasn’t found you, if not only for a tryout.

By the way, you could always find a way to make your own money and then we wouldn’t need to have this difficult conversation.

With all that said, I must say you’re going about it the right way.
Classic “pump and dump.”
I hope this is helpful, and if you want to enter into some sort of lease, let me know.

Ruzvelt

Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in that grey twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.