Business Conference Tomorrow

Okay so I'm going to this conference tomorrow. I have no idea what it's about and I don't really know the people organizing it, but hey, I haven't been to anything 'organized' for a good long while and I'm interested to know just what in the hell people think might be a 'good business' right about this time.

The DJIA is flying to unprecedented territory, the USA is a friend to all and everyone is its friend, Israel is hell-bent on driving Washington into a bombing raid on Iran - hey, what could ever go wrong? We're all headed for middle class heaven.

Buy, buy, buy! Jim Cramer, yell at us, please!

My wife's family, as you know, is well-known in Sicily. But, some of them are also Roman. I know they love Florence, and one side literally carries the Guelphi surname and gets invited to things like, er, anything Monagasque and party-ish, wedding-ish... that kind of thing. They don't need reservations in any 'Michelin Star' restaurant in France, Monaco, or Italy. So we're talking some serious ooomph here.

The wonderful thing about these ancient cultures - Italian, Greek, Celtic, even Indian - is that they keep the evil and the wicked side-by-side with the good and decent gods.

Here, we have a statue of the evil Poseidon (well, Neptune, of course, being in Italy) right in the middle of the town square in Bologna.

See Neptune there, with his trident?

Evil, you say? Yeah. He tried to rape a priestess of the Athenaiai, for which act the goddess scared him off by turning the lady in question into the Gorgon, Medusa.

Poseidon was always a bit pissed off that his brother got to take over as supreme God of the Entire Universe. Although, well, that is not quite the actual story. You see, what a lot of myth-relaters fail to tell you, is that Zeus always consults with the three Sisters who are always there, behind the scenes before he does something terrible or terminal or really very very serious.

It's all a bit like the Mafia, really. As above so below, I guess. As they say. One thing is for certain though - the places where the gods actually walk, is designed by Italians. It's not exactly beautiful actually... But it does have a certain savoir faire, or dolce vita, to all of its social culture and patterns. 

The Alfa 4c is made in the Maserati factory,
by the way. Did you know that?

And my point to you is this: remember, even the devil himself, pisses himself before the Gorgon. The face of horror usually comes upon those whose arrogance and lust knows no bounds. It comes at last, believe me. Even though it seems to take a while.

You can still walk in the town square though, so long as you honour and respect the hidden designers of life. Yes, Creationists are wrong in the way they believe things; what they don't understand is that the Cosmos was not created. It was designed, and by Italians. It doesn't really work... But it has a certain kind of style that only a certain kind of mindset can understand.

A real, and 'simple,'
beef carpaccio

It's like a beef carpaccio - a simple dish, whose ingredients define one's experience of it. Sure you can make it look pretty, or gay (I mean that in the Lisa Simpson usage of the word) and bizarre and 'ultimate chef' and all that, or like you've been to a food University and got a degree in bizarro food porn - but, that kind of thing means you don't understand a goddamn thing.

I shall report back on the business conference, later on, tomorrow evening...