Every luxury must be paid for
I have what I would call a professional bias: when I read about prices from old times, I think about how much it would be today. You might not know it but for different reasons, prices are changing over time meaning that you can buy …
(Go West) We will do just fine
I don’t know if you see a pattern between the title of this post quoting the Pet Shop Boys, my previous post where I did a little (and probably not that good) Haiku with a reference to map and tea and what you will find …
Where am I heading?
Looking at the map A leave keeps falling It all ends with tea.
Were you born on the sun?
I could have gone with The Times They Are a-Changin’ from Bob Dylan but quoting a Nobel Prize is a bit too much out of my league, so I had to get back to a good old classic, Good Morning Vietnam. I read just a …
And it will be true
What would we be without good old advertising? Advertising, ie a form of paid message that intents to promote or sell something (an idea, a service, a product) to someone, is nearly as old as society. I learned while looking around in order to write …
And the old one an achievement?
New World… these words reminds me of the Age of Discovery, to sails moving into the wind, to the smell of the sea or if you are more a Sci-Fi person to the travels of the spaceship Enterprise that goes where no man has gone …
Is the gap narrowing?
According to a radio emission I heard a couple of weeks ago, coffee is the second most valuable item sold in the world behind oil. When I heard that, I had to check if it is was true and compare it to similar data for …
Let’s throw the dice
I spoke a few posts ago about a game based on tea trade, Yunnan (http://teaconomics.teatra.de/2014/01/21/we-grow-old-because-we-stop-playing/). Wait, hold on for a second! This post is so old? Well, it happens. After going through its rules once more and looking all over the Internet (perhaps not …
Lean back and just enjoy the cup of tea!
The things you have to do for tea… Here I was in an unknown mountain, climbing on a rattan ladder, which with every step I took was turning back into a forest. “Why did I get myself into this strange dream?” was the first thought …
Where is Mike?
This post has nothing to do with the famous game “where is Charlie?” where you had to find someone called Charlie in a crowd who sometimes were wearing the same clothes as him. And no, it has nothing to do with Mike + the Mechanics, …