As I sit here listening to Mozart's Piano Concerto No. 24, I wonder why no modern composer can produce anything even remotely like it. Any music that is written today is garishly grotesque and lacking in any melody. While preference towards music is highly subjective, few would disagree that the difference between the kind of music that is being produced today and what was written during the classical period seems stark. And things have only gotten worse with time. Now it might seem a little unfair to compare anyone with Mozart, but modern composers don't even attempt to write music that is pleasant, playful, often "simple" yet melodious that characterized the likes of Mozart.

Back In(-)Action

There comes a time in a man's life when he's gotta do what he's gotta do. So when the occasion is as momentous as two of your comrades being part of the blogosphere simultaneously, it's time to get your act together. I've decided to get mine together. So here's the first post after a long time.

When you're in grad school studying economics there's not much to write about without sounding hateful towards everything in life. So I shall write. Because I want to be hateful.

I hate having to spend 6 hours everyday trying to figure out why a correspondence is upper hemicontinuous, why a compact set is sequentially compact, why the return function must be strictly concave for the solution to the functional equation to be strictly concave, why it does not matter even if your return function is not bounded, why that sequence of random vectors converges to something almost surely, why the expenditure function exists irrespective of one of the goods being indivisible, why the subjective probabaility is actually a utility while the utility of an objective lottery is actually a probability, why the...*sniff*...*sniff*...

I am not really sure when I last sensed that feeling you get when you have absolutely nothing to do for the foreseeable future. I vaguely remember feeling that way for a 3 month period 4 years back; after finishing with high school and before starting college. What bliss I felt then. What would I not give to relive those times when the only challenge everyday was to correctly guess what day and date it was.

What would I not give to go back a couple of years. This is when Ellis Boyd Redding and what he said come to mind: "I look back at the way I was then. A young stupid kid, who committed that stupid crime (of wanting a PhD in economics) . I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense into him. Tell him the way things are...But I can't. That kid's long gone, this old man is all that's left..."