Monthly Archives: September 2015

The Power of Josh

So, I saw this pic on the interwebs the other day, and had to save a copy of it:


Kinda surreal for me. It reminded me of a car ad I saw in India back in 2000, maybe a Honda or Toyota I don’t remember which, for a car called “Josh” that looked sort of like a Honda Element.

It seems to be an IT department, or perhaps they’re call center workers who haven’t put on their headsets yet. The look on the face of the guy in front is one of intense listening, yet his mouth seems to show that he doesn’t really want to hear what’s being said. Maybe it’s new quotas or new procedures. But somehow, josh will help these workers do their jobs well. Somehow they will exceed expectations through the power of josh.

Today I made it my Twitter banner pic, and wondered if I could find an actual definition for “josh.” Here’s the best one that I saw:

“Josh is an Urdu word, it means “heat/zeal/enthusiasm/passion/lust”” (dubious link)

Uh huh.

Definitely does not describe me (a melancholy phlegmatic), but I’m okay with that for now.



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The Parable of the Unforgiving Monopoly Player

The Parable of the Unforgiving Monopoly Player

Three people were playing Monopoly. One of them, who happened to be the Banker, was doing extremely well and had properties with hotels all over the place. The 2nd one, the Hat Player, was doing all right with quite a few houses and hotels. The 3rd player, the Wheelbarrow Player, was doing terribly: a few properties, but no sets and no developments.


At some point late in the game the Hat Player landed on Boardwalk with a hotel, which was owned by the Banker. The rent was $2000, which the Hat Player currently didn’t have, all his money being tied up in developments.

“Pay up!” said the Banker. “Looks like you’ll need to mortgage some of your properties.”

“Wait!” cried the Hat Player. “Have a heart please, I’ll have the cash soon after a few rounds and I’ll make sure to pay you before the game ends.”


The Banker was feeling generous and decided that, instead of giving the Hat Player more time, she would just absolve the debt altogether. The Hat Player felt great relief, and the game continued.

On the very next roll, the Wheelbarrow Player landed on Mediterranean Ave. which was owned by the Hat Player. The rent was only $2.00, but because he had been having such a bad game, he couldn’t even afford it.

“Pay up!” cried the Hat Player. “Mortgage your properties until you can afford it!”

“Wait! Have a heart please, I’ll pay it as soon as I pass “Go” and collect $200.”


“Nuts to that,” replied the Hat Player. “Looks like you just went bankrupt.” And the Hat Player laughed one of the meanest laughs you’ve ever heard.

The Banker, understandably, was quite angry by the Hat Player’s actions. “I had mercy on you when you owed a huge debt, shouldn’t you have had mercy in the same way to your fellow player, who owed such a little one?” And with that the Banker flipped over the whole game board in anger, and a few of the pieces hit the Hat Player in the face, who went crying home to his mommy.

The end.

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Psalm 88

Lord, you are the God who saves me;
day and night I cry out to you.
May my prayer come before you;
turn your ear to my cry.

I am overwhelmed with troubles
and my life draws near to death.
I am counted among those who go down to the pit;
I am like one without strength.
I am set apart with the dead,
like the slain who lie in the grave,
whom you remember no more,
who are cut off from your care.

You have put me in the lowest pit,
in the darkest depths.
Your wrath lies heavily on me;
you have overwhelmed me with all your waves.
You have taken from me my closest friends
and have made me repulsive to them.
I am confined and cannot escape;
my eyes are dim with grief.

I call to you, Lord, every day;
I spread out my hands to you.
Do you show your wonders to the dead?
Do their spirits rise up and praise you?
Is your love declared in the grave,
your faithfulness in Destruction?
Are your wonders known in the place of darkness,
or your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?

But I cry to you for help, Lord;
in the morning my prayer comes before you.
Why, Lord, do you reject me
and hide your face from me?

From my youth I have suffered and been close to death;
I have borne your terrors and am in despair.
Your wrath has swept over me;
your terrors have destroyed me.
All day long they surround me like a flood;
they have completely engulfed me.
You have taken from me friend and neighbor—
darkness is my closest friend.

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