There's a desiccant in a bottle of multivitamins I have. I have a probably irrational fear of accidentally eating it one day.

Time to get some work done. Maybe someone else's work.

Accosted in Victoria station by a desperate-looking young man begging for the princely sum of £4.80 for a ticket to Margate, Kent, where he claimed to be a student, as he had lost his wallet in London. I am fairly certain he really wanted a ticket and not, say, beer money, for he gestured to a nearby ticket machine and said he didn't want cash, just a ticket. On the other hand, I don't think there are any colleges in Margate, and 'buy me a ticket' is a fairly known scam, either for a ticket or as a distraction for a pickpocket.

I am probably overthinking this out of guilt for turning him down.

Things I wish I had learnt before going to college: you will underestimate the benefits of spending some cash to save time.

Borders Wheelock is the most profitable per square foot!

(and then it promptly shuts down in a dispute with the landlord)

Never mind, Borders Singapore is still solvent!

(and then the other outlet shuts down too)

What store should I doom next with my evil, evil powers.

Representative agents are perfectly fine if there is gross substitution within the relevant consumption baskets. Then one can readily invoke standard efficiency theorems on the subset.

Disequilibrium spreads through substitution.

Another project by East Coast Town Council.

Another project by NEA.

LTA: Coming Your Way!

(and above it all - People's Action Party in huge letters. It seemed especially unsubtle, but a quick peek nearer the building showed that it was a party community foundation building and wasn't directly connected with the adjacent barrage of upgrading-related signage. Let's just say that it created a fairly strident message when seen from a certain angle, though)

I have taken to wearing a shirt and semicasual slacks on a daily basis.

Actually this wasn't deliberate; rather my previous sets of cargo pants had worn out and so I switched to whatever pants I had left, and t-shirts look strange with slacks, so I switched to shirts too. Cue a few months of this and now going out without a shirt pocket is nigh annoying. Apparently shirt accessories are habit-forming.

Curiously - or shall I say, unsurprisingly but unanticipatedly - going out in a shirt makes random passers-by treat me differently; at the least I get fewer suspicious eyebrows if I trot around Bukit Timah at two a.m. In an unrelated context, I do not think nearly braining a little old lady with a water-bottle (accident, I swear) would have been so well-received if I were dressed differently.

It seems vaguely disappointing but, well, I don't know. I am disinclined to think about this too hard.

An Austro/paleo-Keynesian synthesis: prices are set by some essentially exploratory process... that is also heavily skewed by essentially political bargaining mechanisms.

I will never get used to how unsafe other cities feel, especially at night.

I've found that if I crack open the window slightly and direct my table fan at it, the window blinds clattering against the wall make a sound very much like rainfall.

It's marvelous, but also very soporific...