went horse riding today, absolutely loved it ✨🙌🏻
my previous experience with horses before this was way back as kids, our neighbor used to let us ride his horses for a bit, then he’d slaughter them for norin. yeah. plus a few just-for-fun rides at ranchos more recently. still, i felt really comfortable with them today.
my instructor praised that i “felt” the horse and moved with it in one rhythm. «заметно что не боишься их, а наоборот, комфортно. это хорошо» she said. practiced trotting and the canter.
the handsome white one is Albus, 9 years old, the one i rode today.
i’m definitely having my own horse stable one day. maybe an Arabian. or, have you seen Friesians? bruh, gorgeous 😭
@summernotes
my previous experience with horses before this was way back as kids, our neighbor used to let us ride his horses for a bit, then he’d slaughter them for norin. yeah. plus a few just-for-fun rides at ranchos more recently. still, i felt really comfortable with them today.
my instructor praised that i “felt” the horse and moved with it in one rhythm. «заметно что не боишься их, а наоборот, комфортно. это хорошо» she said. practiced trotting and the canter.
the handsome white one is Albus, 9 years old, the one i rode today.
i’m definitely having my own horse stable one day. maybe an Arabian. or, have you seen Friesians? bruh, gorgeous 😭
@summernotes
last week finished reading A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry
“…you have to use your failures as stepping stones to success. You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair. In the end it’s all a question of balance.”
i think this book came as close to portraying human suffering as it possibly could. how some end up throwing themselves into a pit of despair and let their own minds crush them, while others build a shell of ignorance which keeps pain at bay. you cannot be in pain forever. at some point it goes numb, and the more devastating the experience, the more people get immune to it.
the mid-1970s in India were a huge wave of chaos, unnecessary violence, ignorance and confusion. the Indian State of Emergency erased all the familiar norms and let human nature dictate how to be, with new arbitrary rules serving the upper classes.
it’s a miracle how people stayed sane through all this.
yet people always do. they always made it through.
@summernotes
“…you have to use your failures as stepping stones to success. You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair. In the end it’s all a question of balance.”
i think this book came as close to portraying human suffering as it possibly could. how some end up throwing themselves into a pit of despair and let their own minds crush them, while others build a shell of ignorance which keeps pain at bay. you cannot be in pain forever. at some point it goes numb, and the more devastating the experience, the more people get immune to it.
the mid-1970s in India were a huge wave of chaos, unnecessary violence, ignorance and confusion. the Indian State of Emergency erased all the familiar norms and let human nature dictate how to be, with new arbitrary rules serving the upper classes.
it’s a miracle how people stayed sane through all this.
yet people always do. they always made it through.
@summernotes
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turns out лошадей с альбинизмом (не истинный, ибо тот летален) называют ✨изабелловыми✨
голубые глаза, белая шерсть
вот этот вот на фото еще ребенок, всего то 2 года
голубые глаза, белая шерсть
вот этот вот на фото еще ребенок, всего то 2 года
yesterday heard my colleague saying "you can jump from a cobalt to a bmw, maybe a ferrari even. but you can't jump from a byd to a ferrari. different category. a guy with a cobalt could easily be a millionaire. but a guy with a byd probably not."
at first, i was like, yeah, makes sense. it matched what i already believed, which is that the most dangerous place to be is average. cuz that's where you stop moving. you feel good enough, the pressure comes off, life in general is good enough, so why keep grinding?
there is an economic version of this if you zoom out, too. the middle-income trap, coined by Gill & Kharas. it goes as, countries claw out of poverty on cheap labor, grow fast, and then just, well, stop. they've lost the cheap-labor edge but haven't built the innovation to compete up top, so they park in the middle and every hard reform becomes optional as things are fine. why bother.
and the car thing is the personal-finance cousin of that. a cobalt signals nothing, so it's fully compatible with someone quietly loaded (the whole "millionaire next door" thing, real net worth often drives a boring car). a byd is a status buy. it whispers "i've arrived." Veblen would've loved it. and "i've arrived" is the mindset that stops accumulating and starts displaying.
and you can watch this happen here in real time. chevrolet still owns the road. but byd showed up in 2023, built a plant in jizzakh, and became the best-selling new-energy brand almost overnight. meanwhile the whole country is lower-middle-income growing ~7-8% a year, being the precise spot where you either reinvest the surplus or spend it to look successful. we're basically the cobalt-to-byd question playing out on the highway.
so far so good. neat theory.
tho of course i have to catch myself so as not to gloss over anything.
"when you're behind you have more incentive" may sound noble but it mostly falls apart at the bottom. being far behind usually kills your ability to move at all, no capital, every scrap of attention eaten by getting through the month. in short, a poverty trap.
the middle is just the one spot that hands you enough comfort to coast, which kills motion. being average on its own doesn't, ofc.
most people in every category stay exactly where they are. cobalt, byd, ferrari, doesn't matter. movement is the exception everywhere, not a special curse of the middle.
anyway
the phrase is still a good one.
@summernotes
at first, i was like, yeah, makes sense. it matched what i already believed, which is that the most dangerous place to be is average. cuz that's where you stop moving. you feel good enough, the pressure comes off, life in general is good enough, so why keep grinding?
there is an economic version of this if you zoom out, too. the middle-income trap, coined by Gill & Kharas. it goes as, countries claw out of poverty on cheap labor, grow fast, and then just, well, stop. they've lost the cheap-labor edge but haven't built the innovation to compete up top, so they park in the middle and every hard reform becomes optional as things are fine. why bother.
and the car thing is the personal-finance cousin of that. a cobalt signals nothing, so it's fully compatible with someone quietly loaded (the whole "millionaire next door" thing, real net worth often drives a boring car). a byd is a status buy. it whispers "i've arrived." Veblen would've loved it. and "i've arrived" is the mindset that stops accumulating and starts displaying.
and you can watch this happen here in real time. chevrolet still owns the road. but byd showed up in 2023, built a plant in jizzakh, and became the best-selling new-energy brand almost overnight. meanwhile the whole country is lower-middle-income growing ~7-8% a year, being the precise spot where you either reinvest the surplus or spend it to look successful. we're basically the cobalt-to-byd question playing out on the highway.
so far so good. neat theory.
tho of course i have to catch myself so as not to gloss over anything.
"when you're behind you have more incentive" may sound noble but it mostly falls apart at the bottom. being far behind usually kills your ability to move at all, no capital, every scrap of attention eaten by getting through the month. in short, a poverty trap.
the middle is just the one spot that hands you enough comfort to coast, which kills motion. being average on its own doesn't, ofc.
most people in every category stay exactly where they are. cobalt, byd, ferrari, doesn't matter. movement is the exception everywhere, not a special curse of the middle.
anyway
the phrase is still a good one.
@summernotes
had a dream i was getting married to the son of my mother's friend. even had a meeting with the future mother-in-law lol, she adored me, and by everyone's reaction the deal was basically sealed.
absolute nightmare.
probably because yesterday at work too many people brought up marriage. and i've been down with the flu the past few days, feverish at night.
that's how i knew something was off. my usual dream cast is mass attacks, aliens invading earth, me fighting terrorists in my city or at uni. but marriage? nah. definitely the fever talking.
@summernotes
absolute nightmare.
probably because yesterday at work too many people brought up marriage. and i've been down with the flu the past few days, feverish at night.
that's how i knew something was off. my usual dream cast is mass attacks, aliens invading earth, me fighting terrorists in my city or at uni. but marriage? nah. definitely the fever talking.
@summernotes
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I don’t like your fashion business, mister.
I don’t like these drugs that keep you thin.
I don’t like what happened to my sister.
First, we take Manhattan. Then we take Berlin.
@summernotes
I don’t like these drugs that keep you thin.
I don’t like what happened to my sister.
First, we take Manhattan. Then we take Berlin.
@summernotes
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