Showing posts with label pony. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pony. Show all posts

Friday, March 19, 2010

Friday Goat, featuring Pony

Today, a goat deals with equine intransigence.
"Hey, man.  Get up.  Let's go get some apples.  You OK?  You're not saying anything.  Are you a little horse?"

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Dough

Loan repayment time!  It's like payday, except smaller and more exotic.

My first ever loan, the one to the venerable Bancocomunal Nacer, is now 50% paid off.  That's almost half!  You know, I read somewhere (somewhere on the Kiva forums, if you want to be all specific about it) that group loans are better than individual ones.  Something about the social pressure of a group ensuring fiscal responsibility.

Meanwhile, the moisture farming business in Mongolia must be good, because Sendenbadam Sodvoo just repaid 8% of her loan.  I hope she didn't take it out of the pony's food budget.  I like that little guy.
Above: A hungry pony.  I asked him to make a statement, but he's a little horse.

So basically my Kiva account right now is the monetary equivalent of a major international airport.  I got dough flying in from all over the world.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Loan #2: Sendenbadam Sodvoo

So, after getting six dollars and twenty five cents (American) from the ol' Bancocomunal, I was ready to make another loan.  Once again, I'm not afraid to confront the internet - the whole dang Internet - with the motivational power of my own self interest.

So here's loan recipient number two, Mongolian water merchant Sendenbadam Sodvoo.

She's got (from left to right) a shaggy pony, an extremely cool jacket, and a bright blue water tank.  The pony is the most demanding of those possessions, as she needed $2,100 to feed the little bastard.

A number of things drew me to this particular loan, but the main one was the aggressive repayment schedule.  The first installment is supposed to be heading our way in April.  I guess selling water to Mongolians is a get rich quick kind of thing, as long as you can keep the pony fed.

There's also the Star Wars factor.  Given her profession, exotic locale, and futuristic name, I can't help but think of Sendenbadam Sodvoo as a moisture farmer, scrabbling to make a living on the harsh surface of a double sun-scorched Tatooine, just like Uncle Owen.  To man of my age and proclivities, this kind of thing speaks loudly.  I have two pieces of advice to you, moisture farmer: 1) The Sand People are easily startled but they'll soon be back, and in greater numbers.  And 2) If your whiny nephew wants to go to the academy this season, let him.