Day 483
Set of steak knives
Some time in the last couple weeks, while working on a gizzed-up translation of Ukraine’s balance of payments and exchange rate forecast (you know, the macroeconomic analysis I’ve been updating and alluding to in previous posts for the past, er, five years, about the unfettered laissez-faire mess that is not running like a finely tuned and greased machine, the one I decided to describe to the English-speaking world, whereupon I was seized by a strange and insistent demon who was of the opinion that simply doing one thing and doing it well was not enough, boy, you need to employ a team of seasoned psychologists that would do several things in a kind of backoffice so-so sort of way but it sure would impress the twelve people at Blackrock to whom such therapy would even make any sense, and whereupon I tapped out lines of inelegant Monetary Base hooey until droplets of blood formed on my forehead and I was hoarse from screaming well why the fuck not at a…