The recession has come to an end

There are two options to get rid of the current economic recession and get back to a normal life: option A is to pick the common man’s choice and cut all superfluous expenses or option B is to pick one of the greatest economist’s ideas. Actually, option B is not just one but a caldron of experiments which might lead to a deadlock. What would be Keynes’ idea for example? Considering that he was a very pragmatic economist, he would go straight to the point: we have to build up highways, make wars, but somehow make the government spend money and create public employments from nothing! Malthus was more realist, although cruel. In the short-term, he would immediately ask for approval a bill in which a bag of 10 kg of potatoes and 1 kg of coffee a month would be the emergency government food supply for minimum wage workers. Van Gogh painted the famous “Potato Eaters” after the bill was approved! Then, Adam Smith, a bit selfish, joined the group, holding a cup of tea. He came into the room and said: I don’t care about what you said and I think each one has to take care of your own business. That’s it, period! What is good for me is good for everyone, and if everyone thinks like this, things will work out. I would approve a bill in parliament where any person could sell anything on the streets. By doing this, I would be finally abolishing the illegality of an ancient activity and creating taxes. Don’t worry, because at the end, a “invisible hand” is going to take care of everything and self-regulate the market. Karl Marx was on the corner patiently waiting everyone to finish their discourses. At the end, he said everyone was wrong and he was against everything that had ever been said before. The problem was not the recession itself, how everyone would think, but in the system which originated it. Hence the problem comes from a weak and precarious system and it needed to be replaced. Everyone was astonished! The little man lighted his cigar, drank his coffee, and went outside Vanessa’s Dumpling: Do you guys see this “RECESSION PRICE $1.29”? There is no recession price in a “perfect” capitalist system due to the fact that it does not imply recession itself. It might be dumping. However, I don’t think this is what Vanessa is doing at the moment. 1 dollar would be already a reasonable price. So, this 29 cents, considering that we are in New York, is a celebration of the Great Depression of 29, or just a “surplus”!

A "trip" to MoMa

Napo set up a meeting with the Brazilian artist Bispo do Rosario at MoMa in New York City. He needed a first class "ciccerone" for his visit. But there was also an important purification ritual to be done before the great encounter. The "Bispo-purification" how Napo used to call it: all you could have for food during your meals was "milk", nothing else for one week. This was exactly how the artist did when he was in a mental institution, and told his disciples to do so. Napo had to follow the ammendment from the master. The other part was easy: an LSD. Bispo would be waiting for him at the front door at 1pm. Napo gets there so excited that... He actually wanders through the corridors and galleries, staring at each collection, so concentrated that he enters into the "acid dimension" immediatly. That would last for the next 8 hours. Swimming in the air, walking on the water, anything is possible? Actually not. But every sensation is. And that was his trip all about. Mouth wide open, people looking at that guy, staring at paintings, so concentrated? Is he a critic? He is tripping! Napo, where are you? Time to land... Yes, you need to drink some water. Alright, walk around, breath. Someone takes a picture of him! Why? Does he look that crazy? Maybe yes. His face's wrinkles were contracting in such a way that it seemed he wanted to say something but words wouldn't come out from his mouth. Where is Bispo???? Alright, get out of here. Napo got out of the museum and started walking into the subway station, but he got into the Rockefeller Center. So many lights that made him run away. It was too many spotlights in someone's trip already. No, he couldn't take the subway. He couldn't take control over his body anymore, he thought. After that, he didn't think twice, he just ran, scared. He saw a cab on 5th Avenue and jumped in it: "Please, take me to Lower East Side." Grabbed 15 dollars, firm, put his wallet back to the pocket.... On the way, Napo tried to remember everything that happened that afternoon from the purification to the meeting with Bispo do Rosario... some minutes later, quiet in the back seat : damned, he fooled me again!