The latest bombing incidence in Jakarta made me think to reread some economic literature on (rational) suicide bomber, --there are some out there--, but somehow I don't feel like doing it. The serial bombings is still always a disgusting and damned act, but it is now becoming banal, in a sense that it is no longer a surprise, fails to spread excessive fear, and somehow beats the dead horse.
So let the police does their CSI homework, may they identify and capture those bastards as they did in the previous incidents, and life goes on. To show that we are not easy to be scared off, the cafe still to play some jazz. Here are three Miles Davis' albums in a row: Kind of Blue, Sketches of Spain, and Miles Davis Live at Carnegie Hall.
Keep jazzin', folks.