?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Before | After

The American Subprime Mortgage Crisis

If you, like me, didn't understand what the Subprime Mortgage Crisis was, and why it was now causing a whole heap of banks in the US to go belly up, The Subprime Primer is for you.

I understand what went wrong now, and finally understand what a number of people on my friends list were taking about.

Comments

( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
pastryproducts
Sep. 26th, 2008 01:10 pm (UTC)
I actually find this rather interesting, it's a small part of what I do for work...check the NINJAs, awesome...lol....
illdrinn
Sep. 26th, 2008 03:36 pm (UTC)
That was incredibly useful thanks. Despite being a fairly logical person economics continues to defy me entirely; my only real inlet into business/economics is The Economist which I mostly read for the politics and current affairs and when they talk about finance they assume you have a good grounding or you wouldn't be reading the magazine... argh!
halloranelder
Sep. 26th, 2008 03:53 pm (UTC)
Agreed. Economics has always been one area that has never quite clicked correctly for me.
elfs
Sep. 26th, 2008 04:50 pm (UTC)
A yup, that's about right.
halloranelder
Sep. 27th, 2008 12:23 am (UTC)
A lot of your brain round-ups didn't make much sense to me, and now some more of them do. Thanks.
(Deleted comment)
( 6 comments — Leave a comment )

Latest Month

July 2016
S M T W T F S
     12
3456789
10111213141516
17181920212223
24252627282930
31      

Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

Tags

Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by Teresa Jones