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This seemed to me to be a pretty acute summary of the past 10 years. It made me think. Maybe it will make you think too.


A 10-Year Dose of Reality


By ALAN MURRAY

If you could travel back in time to 1999, you'd be struck by a remarkable air of unreality. The Cold War had ended, communism had been defeated, capitalism had triumphed, history was over. The Internet had conquered distance, melted borders, offered a cure for ignorance.
There was a vague sense that governments had become superfluous, business cycles had become obsolete, and some broad extension of Moore's law had ensured an ever-accelerating rise in prosperity, ever-expanding wealth, and a Dow Jones average of 36000.
Business leaders, who were popular heroes and graced the covers of magazines in the 1990s (Ted Turner, Andy Grove and Jeff Bezos all made Time's "Person of the Year"), became villains in the new century. Scandals erupted at Enron, Worldcom, Adelphia, Parmalat. The video clip of Dennis Kozlowski's company-financed birthday party for his second wife on the island of Sardinia, with half-naked gods and goddesses serving hors d'oeuvres and an ice sculpture of Michelangelo's David spewing vodka from its member, became the symbol of corporate excess.In March 2000 the Internet bubble burst, destroying trillions of dollars of wealth and awakening us from a technology-induced dream. Then came September 2001 and the unthinkable collapse of the twin towers, bringing a sudden realization that the great clash of civilizations had not ended. Terrorism turned out to be as frightening as communism, and instead of a cold war, we were soon faced with two very ugly hot wars that spanned most of the decade.Then, as the millennium turned, reality set in. It didn't happen at the stroke of midnight, as the Y2K alarmists feared. But it began soon thereafter.
CEOs, whose job tenure once rivaled that of college professors, found themselves booted unceremoniously out the door. Carly Fiorina, Hank Greenberg, Phil Purcell, Hank McKinnell, Bob Nardelli and many more discovered that the corner office had an ejection chair, and someone else's finger was on the button.
China was the great success story of the decade, with soaring economic growth enriching hundreds of millions of people and creating countless new urban skylines. But even that triumph exploded a comfortable myth -- the once-easy assumption of Western thinkers that economic freedom would inevitably be followed by political and social freedom.
Meanwhile, the tectonic shifts of the global economic plates fed a relentless process of creative destruction, spawning dynamic new businesses in places such as Shanghai and Palo Alto, while cratering entire industries in places such as Detroit.
Americans reacted to the reality of the new decade by going on a shopping spree, using the inflated value of their houses to fund their profligacy. Ingenious financiers turned housing debt into an array of complex new instruments that provided the shaky foundation for a financial colossus that stood astride the globe.
Inevitably, the foundation gave way and the colossus collapsed. Soon proud old firms like Bear Stearns, Lehman Brothers, Merrill Lynch and Wachovia were gone or sold to rivals, and others had been thrown into the arms of government. A great recession ensued, and the world's faith in free markets was shaken profoundly.
Unlike the Hollywood-scripted decade that preceded it, this one turned out to be more like the reality-television shows that proliferated during its span. They showed us that not everyone can sing, not everyone can dance, not everyone can stay on the island, and not every fairy-tale romance leads to happily ever after. The real world, after all, is made up of real human beings, and human institutions and history are inevitably infected with their weaknesses. Greed, envy, hatred, ignorance, corruption -- these are all part of the game.
The first decade of the 21st century offered ample reminders that even with imperfections, human beings are capable of great triumphs. The aughts will be remembered for the greatest alleviation of poverty in the history of humankind, as the middle class swelled in China, India and elsewhere. It will be remembered for a long list of technological accomplishments -- from the rise of Google and the emergence of Wikipedia to the creation of the elegant iPhone. In the U.S., it will be celebrated as the decade in which the nation took a huge step toward breaking free of its legacy of slavery and Civil War by electing a black president.
And the supersized dose of reality dumped on us during the decade is now informing a search for new answers, new approaches, new models, all based on a better understanding of human nature. For a time, at least, experience will trump hope. We won't assume that technology can solve all problems, that markets will cure their own excesses, or that one person can overcome the failures of the many.
The hopeful embodiment of this new tone surfaced at the end of the decade, in the person of an unmistakably real woman named Susan Boyle. Never in a thousand decades would she have been cast for a leading role by Hollywood. Yet her performances became the stuff of the most watched video ever on YouTube -- seen by more than 130 million people -- and reminded us that you don't need fantasy to create success. Reality will do just as well.
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Catch-up

Ok. So it's been.... a LONG time since I posted last. and some pretty crazy things have happened. Not the least of which was my sister being almost fatally impaled by a knitting needle a few days after Thanksgiving. Long story. I wrote some essays for my This I Believe class about my experience, and I think I'll post them sometime. But, needless to say, I'm immensely grateful for the miracle that spared her (the needle found the only empty space inside her ribcage, nestling itself neatly in between her diaphragm and lung and stopping an inch and a half from her heart. Yes. Really. I saw the endoscopic video of it. Freakiest thing of my life.) In other news, I survived finals (YES!) and got a 4.0 (double YESSSS!) even in Econ (a quadrillion times YESSSSSS!!!), I have been spending a wonderful (if not sadistically short) Christmas break with my family and friends, and am preparing to embark on what will hopefully be a great New Year. I've not yet made resolutions, because I feel like I need to evaluate the ones I made last year first, and those are in my journal, which is in Provo. But. I imagine I will be writing at least some of them up on here soon. Best wishes all <3 and a Happy New Year!
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