That video poker home poker gioco completo juego omaha poker texas holdem gratis spielen ganar premios paginas web…

They must adapt to new circumstances to thrive and see growth. They are an interaction with outside forces… politics, economic factors, and potentiall hazardous organisms that threaten their food supply or functioning behavior.

The converstions of the Cluetraiom world are just commentary surrounding the organism but they only impact the organism when they create hazardous circumstances… like a conversation about a product defect that leads the organism to annouce a recall. The conversation is powerful but the oprganisms response is still the essense of the markets vitality.

Markets are living organisms in a potentially hostile or fertile medium.

Conversations are still just talk.

No credit required… run with it and thanks for asking.

A fellow Dave.

While this isn’t particularly funny and I may have sprained something in the attempt, I think the homophonic and elaborate art of “marqueting” would be worth a closer look if you were writing a novel rather than offering up a closing keynote to a room full of businessmen. Still, they are Dutch businessmen, so they probably have an appreciation of fine furniture, inlays, and such.

The sad fact is that when I read Chris Locke’s “markets are misheard lyrics,” all the oxygen went out of the room and I knew that there was no way I could equal that.

But wait… seriously now, this isn’t any funnier than the one about the inlaid furniture, but maybe

Markets are you-pick raspberry patches.

People wander around filling little containers with sweet and juicy berries, coming away with red stained fingers and lips. As the season goes on, the berries that remain are deeper in the thorny thicket and by the end of the day you can’t tell whether that red stuff on your hands is berry juice or the blood you shed picking the berries.

Okay. That was awful, definitely not my pet shark, and it flies in the face of economic laws regarding supply and demand. Still, I take heart in the knowledge that the ants are my friends.

Because no brain is perfectly adapted to a complex world, markets let many brains process more information in real time than one central brain can plan for ahead of time

Markets are iterative

Because interactions in a community scale imperfeclty we have to search the network with repeated transactions

Markets are google

Not perfect, and open to abuse, but good enough

Markets are wikipedia

Idealists say it’ll never work, but they are better than the idealist solution

Markets are my little finger

Sometimes I wonder what it’s for

Markets are a country sinking beneath a rising ocean

They let people resist the forceful imposition of bad government

Markets are a red light district

Backward thinking governments try to outlaw them, forward thinking governments get out of the way

Markets are bladders

Odd little organs that organise flows without too much thinking

http://www.kissthisguy.com/lyric.php?id=609

The ants are my friends,
they’re blowin’ in the wind
The ants are a-blowin’ in the wind.

They’re efficient, pervasive and they don’t give a damn about what you think of them. :)

Potlucks: People bring what they have, guessing at what is enough and what others might enjoy. There are always leftovers. There are always surprises. And they are terrifying.

Romper Rooms: I have no idea. This just seemed fun. Markets can be fun and need some oversight.

Cluster F—-s: Do I really need to explain this? It is not just one person who gets screwed in markets. It is a collective screwing with all the benefits and trials therein.

Romper Rooms

Cluster F—-s

These are the ideas that come immediately to mind. Good luck, Dave! Talk ‘em dead.

You never know what you’re going to get.
If it’s a hard-core market, you might break your teeth. Otherwise, you might end up with a dripping mess. If you try to swallow a market quickly, you may end up with a great big belly ache. And they are so seductive that their allure means that it’s hard to stop once you’re into them.

Like boxes of chocolates, markets, when they’re fresh, are very appealing. But after some time, they tend to look stale (although supposedly they’re still okay to consume). And some folks want to preserve the old fashioned ones, long after they are out of fashion, and superceded by newer, more interesting and innovative ones.

Finally, if you spend too much time in them, you start to get fat, ill, and what used to be your “bite” begins to develop big, painful holes.

Very temperamental, very nuanced by human traits, but ultimately unconcerned with the well-being of the humans that worship them. If the abuse of those humans causes them to go away, so do the markets and so do the gods.