I’m sitting here at 111 Centre Street, waiting for voir dire. We’ve been here since 8:45 this morning, about 120 of us. We watched a charming film about our civic duty. We heard our rights and responsibilities outlined. And then we sat. At 12:30 we were let go for an hour and a half lunch break. And now we’re back, still waiting at 3:13 pm. It may be inefficient, and most of us are griping about losing the day, especially those worried about money and jobs and other responsibilities. Hmmm, just about everyone.
Oh, I know. I got plenty of advice on how to get out of jury duty, how to ensure I didn’t get picked. I don’t want to be here. No one wants to be here. But I want to have to be here. Because when I look around the room at my peers, I’m glad we’re all represented. These are the people who should be making these decisions; this is still the best, fairest system of justice.
Broken eggs, some of them mine. A fortifying omelet. Though I’m only imagining eating it, it’s nice to know it’s here. Acceptable damage, in my book.
But when it comes to the financial markets, there are so many broken eggs it’s getting kind of slippery to walk through the mess. And if there’s a recipe, well, there seem to have been so many changes and substitutions it’s difficult to tell whose or what it is anymore.
Ingredients: transparency, short selling, insolvent shadow banks, dealing with toxic assets, and the big one, lack of equity capital. But which eggs to break? How many? Who breaks them? What are the right proportions of the various ingredients? Do we do the prep work first, clean up as we go along, and then start cooking (that’s what my mother taught me), or do we just wing it and trust in experience and inspiration?
Are we making the tastiest, biggest, most nutritious omelet we can with the ingredients we’ve got? Oh, and who gets to eat this omelet, anyway?
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