Reasons Unbeknownst

From an investor in a real estate forum coming to the realization that the saying “Real estate is a can’t lose investment” may not be totally accurate:

I have been ill…

I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, when I do eat it comes up. This morning I started the day with a shower and threw up in the shower…

I am barely functioning, I try to read everyone’s posts…

To those of you that insist that these houses were a mistake, you were right.

To those of you offering constructive advice and support, thank you.

I try to read everything but the words are just swimming, I’ll try again later…

The stories of real estate induced financial ruin are sprouting like poisonous mushrooms in articles and forums. Gary Shilling pointed out that we’re now transitioning out of denial which should lead to more price drops:

Now the “interval of denial” is about over, and homeowners will start realizing that if they want to sell, they’ll have to cut prices, says Shilling. But actual recorded sales at lower prices will take a few more months to show up in statistics.

Still, the vast majority of news papers and economists are calling for a housing rebound and strong economy. I hope they’re right but I think they’re wrong.

The photo is called Regret, you can check it out here.

Edit: Photo credits below, or click on the photos - Someone in the comments pointed out that this review isn't well structured. I won't argue with that, my goal here is to occasionally ramble and have fun sticking words together. Apologies to grumpy music lovers. Photo credits at the bottom or just click on 'em.

The Arcade Fire is like a flock of urban pigeons. Humbly aware that they’re only alive because their ancestors survived millions of years of evolution yet unabashedly willing to crap on pretentious hipsters.

Is their music world changing? Maybe, but at the very least you can listen to it without fear of the feeling that comes after really getting into a band and then wondering what the hell you were thinking a few months later. And boundless talent notwithstanding, the violinist is the cutest little bird to grace this planet in quite a while.

Maybe I’m getting old but at this point in my life I’m starting to listen to what musicians are actually saying. I have this sense that they’re just people so damn determined to explain the inexplicable that they’re forced, after realizing the limitations of conventional linguistics, to look for wooden utensils with strings attached to get their point across. Which makes writers uncoordinated musicians I guess. People who pick up instruments without that motivation reek of boy band illiteracy. With Arcade Fire you get the feeling they’re angst ridden due to a birth with only two arms, more of which would surely be put to use simultaneously playing additional instruments.

The lead singer and feminine voice of the band are married. And they’re all adept at music. She jumped on the drums and people were scampering about, grabbing instruments and skillfully flogging various inanimate objects with sticks and ropes. The crowd was happy.

I don’t dance sober, and I wasn’t totally myself, but I would have anyway.

For your viewing pleasure here they are, crammed in an elevator I wish I was stuck in, playing the title track. Photo credits below.

STARTUP UPDATE: The website is coming along, prototype is done, just trying to get it production ready.

The top photo is by Kathryn on Flickr. Check it out here.

The Violinist is Sarah Neufeld, photo is used with permission from Jim Newberry, read more about the photo here.