24 February 2014
I appreciated your comment that it seems silly to see such volatility in the currency market place with the futile attempts through interest rate manipulation and/or buying and selling of one’s own or another state’s currency in order that one may defend one’s own. Ultimately a currency reflects trust, Old Shoe. So, here once again, you are quite correct. This is what makes Bitcoin so intriguing. A medium of exchange created through mathematical mining and backed by? Fascinating, really. I expect more such developments, as entities find new methods of modern day exchange/bartering through technology based mediums, perhaps lessening the hegemony of over burdened nation states.
Alas, I did mention that I would keep things on a simpler plane in the next communique. Therefore, I will note that it has not been as cold of late, perhaps in the mid-teens. As Beargrass is at soccer practice at the moment and Bitterroot at a club meeting, the snow is reaching heights well in excess of a foot and coming down at an even clip. It is dark and about nine thirty at the moment. I appreciate the dedication of these individuals, out and about driving through the elements. Beargrass’s little Rav4 seems to have been a fine used purchase as he likes the five speed and the clutch still seems to yet be in place. With a bag of sand in the back, it seems to handle quite well in the snow. I spent part of the morning shoveling. Seth took a turn on the sidewalk this evening. Now, once more, things need to be cleared yet again. There’s optimism for a snow day tomorrow, but this is Montana and these little dumps are not uncommon.
I sat in front of Bitterroot’s computer this evening clicking on the weather site on my online journal. I’ve been watching the barometer drop along with the new snow accumulation in the surrounding mountains, drooling at the opportunity to be had. This has become a source of sadness for me as I have not been able to take advantage of what Missoula’s surrounding environment has to offer during such periods of heavenly accumulation. This oddly is no doing of my own, and though I often account for its reality with the line “I have other ‘obligations,’” this does not account for the full story. It is gratifying to realize you understand, Periwinkle.
So, I’ve recently read two books of interest. “The Death Class” by Erika Hayasaki and “As I Lay Dying” by William Faulkner. Hayasaki’s nonfictional work is powerful and scratches the traumatic surface of what many individuals in society today go through. All of the significant themes are there and I’d highly recommend you wind you way down to the used book store and scrounge up a copy for your reading pleasure in order that we might compare notes. Perhaps completing the questions together at the end of each chapter. Faulkner’s old work happened to have been staring me in the face as I walked through an out of town bookstore during a soccer excursion and as I loved his style in “The Sound and the Fury,” I picked up a copy of “As I Lay Dying” and quickly read the work on the airplane ride back to Missoula. Faulkner had the ability to capture certain southern attributes quite well. Actually, certain attributes of the human state in general. It’s a maddening family tale which I understand has also recently been made into a picture. Not sure if I’ll rent the movie, but most likely I will.
I’ll leave you tonight with this: “One Man / One Trade” equals Justice. Perhaps we can pick up here with the next visit. Farewell.