Today was the first warm day of spring. I slept late, got up to sunshine, and rode my bicycle into work via the Seabus (in total a 60 minute journey). I rode home this evening along the bike lanes, along Adanac Road, and over the Second Narrows Bridge (about 75 minutes of cycling.)
A drink and reading of the three magazines that hit my desk: McLean’s, the quintessential Canadian report on things Canadian and the rest; The Economist that seems to be all about the bad things people and governments do to each other with bad economic results; and The New Yorker, the only intelligent writing in the bunch.
Read the article to get intelligent insight into the Australian iron ore boom, into how money is made in mining, how mining companies operate, and the people who make mining succeed.
Gina is portrayed as a very capable individual: she has built her company; she has made her money; she has grown incredibly rich from mining. Yet she appears lonely, at odds with her family, and sadly unhappy. She appears to epitomize the pursuit of money for its own sake and to the distress of human love. We can have no respect, envy, or pity for her. She is just another crazy who works like a madman for money.
We all know the type; although none I know who have made as much as she has. True from mining they have 44-ft boats they never used. True from mining they have four houses they never visit. They collect these baubles as trophies of mining success, not as goods to be enjoyed. They are empty people; I pity them.
I am glad I have this blog, my bicycle, my family, and enough money to buy whatever I truly want—all thanks to mining–in a rationale & measured way.