Tricky Wondalund…

I love 80’s pop songs. Listening to Boy Meets Girl’s “Waiting for a star to fall” brings me back to the era of excesses, simple happiness and how it was so easy to write lyrics full of hope that didn’t sound cheesy. Well, cheese was good back then. It was really the 90’s where all of sudden, the whole world was screwed, nothing was worth living for. I am definitely thinking of Superchunk’s Slack Motherfucker here. I love that track too by the way. There was definitely a period in my life where I considered myself far too cool and original to like teen pop. Suddenly Slack motherfucker and Nirvana’s Smells like Teen Spirit became the soundtrack of my life.

And what now? I am caught up in a web of finance and consulting interviews (gosh) and all i can do is sit here and write a blog about it. If there was ever inertia, you are looking at it. Interviews in this climate are tough. Suddenly, it is not good enough to be you, one has to prove it. Hence, post-interviews, I find myself having to write up investment thesis and crack financial models — because interviewers these days “want to see how your mind works”. Hey dude, this is a great mind here, that’s right…you are looking at the greatest mind on the planet. Never mind that I live on the planet where the apes live but hey, in the land of the blind, the one eye man is god. that’s me. but somehow, such a sales pitch doesn’t get me very far. So, i am back to cracking financial models and writing investment thesis to show how this mofo of a superior mind works. Nicee…

And…waiting for a star to fall. Carry the world into my arms, that’s where you belong in my arms baby…the song that sings to heart. How true. How easy. How unlike a financial model or an investment thesis.

Oh dreaded economy, what has thou done?

Above it all, it’s not so bad to be sitting at a cafe, staring at the streaming crowds that go past and plonk in digits on my keypad. Life could be a lot worst. I havent fully convinced myself of that statement yet, but I soon will.