Yesterday, when the news broke that I. Ziedonis was no more, many on Twitter retweeted a fragment of his poetry. I liked that. As if one after another, hundreds of glow-worms lit up in a nocturnal meadow.
What cannot be done during the day can be done at night, thought the Penguin. Comfortably settled in the computer chair, he began pushing lines of code across the wide computer screen. Here adding something, there deleting something. Until at one point, awkwardly leaning back against the chair's backrest, the chair's armrest broke with a loud crack. The chair's backrest became limp and unusable.
The good news is that the funds will become more stable; the bad news is that less will be invested in risk/innovation transactions, which could potentially yield greater profit. In other words - the rich will get richer, the poor - poorer.
But all of that is fine, because there is a scapegoat - "quick loans" with interest rates from 150% to 1552% per year! Horrors! There are also bank deposits, with annual rates of 0.9% per year :)
We are born into a labyrinth. How does that theory sound to you? When a person is born, they find themselves in a labyrinth through which they will have to travel during their lifetime. Moreover, the labyrinth's walls, which confine sometimes narrower, sometimes wider passages, are changeable depending on the years, experience, situation, and so on.
At the same time, on the opposite side of the table sat a man who visually resembled Čaks in his youth - in a dark floral shirt, brown suit, and a head shaved to zero. Quietly, as if hiding his intention, he also drew an iPhone from his suit pocket - only a white one. For about a minute he read something attentively, from time to time sliding the content with his thumb. Having finished reading, with an equally expressionless face he slid it back into the side pocket of his suit and turned his attention to what was happening at the table.
Ābrams has a good memory and excels at finance, but Grietiņa does not. Is Grietiņa worse for that? Not at all! She is simply nothing, a zero, a consumer.
If you are tired of the dull grey-brown cushions that have been languishing on your sofa for years, I will tell and show you how to turn them into two cheerful, vibrant and cosy little cushions.
At first magnificent, overflowing with colour and form, breathtaking with the vastness of deserts and the grandeur of mountains. Full of life and movement. Pure and sacred. Then suddenly harsh, direct, showing the face of death, poverty and degradation. Like a magnificent mandala made by Buddhist monks - and like dust.
Multiplication is one of the basic mathematical operations, which today is mostly performed with a calculator. In times long past, when there were no counting devices and no paper either, people devised all manner of tricks for obtaining a result from two multiplicands. So, on a few of those tricks.