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June 27th, 2009
09:42 am - ooh, sassy
Last night, going through the channel guide, I noticed that Comcast described Dateline NBC as "ubiquitous." Sassy, Comcast! Very sassy.
Also, Wilco apparently paid a visit to Manuel while they were in middle Tennessee for Bonnaroo because they were all decked out for Wednesday's performance on Conan.
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June 25th, 2009
03:43 pm - Oh hey
Good news today about Willie Herenton stepping down as mayor of Memphis. I will be donating whatever funds I can to Steve Cohen's re-election campaign to ensure that Willie goes away and never returns. Because I've spent a lifetime (as a Memphis City Schools student and a resident) listening to my mother complain about him. She hates everything about him and has for as long as I can remember (he and I entered the school system around the same time, I believe). She even hates his voice.
As per usual, the staff at the once-relevant daily newspaper here in Nashville is avoiding the report of any news in Nashville to let us all know what's going on in Memphis and the commenters are having a field day insulting Memphis. A few defenders have weighed in, but it's mostly pretty nasty.
You remember how that kind of ugly girl who wasn't really popular (but had a pool so she was kind of in the crowd) was always the meanest hag in the whole group? How she was always trying to be more, legitimately popular by being a total bitch to everyone she didn't deem to be of more important social stature? That's Nashville a lot of times. Nashville's all, "We're better than you, Memphis. You suck. And your jeans are so last month. And did I see your mom carrying a Wal-Mart bag? Omigod, gross." http://www.tennessean.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20090625/NEWS02/90625036
Though, in fairness, I think you really can't judge a city based on the commenters on the daily newspaper's website. Otherwise, one might really have to agree that Memphis is a cesspool.
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June 8th, 2009
01:08 pm - Ah, 2004
Last night, Chris and I were watching tv and ran out of stuff to watch. It was too late for a Netflix and a show on leprosy ("Taboo" was the actual show) demanded that we find something to soothe our minds quickly.
So there was some show on the Travel Channel about mega yachts. Or super yachts. Or super mega yachts. I'm not sure. But big-ass, expensive yachts.
The first segment is this couple who, with their sweet Idaho accents didn't seem so bad. You know, considering they're the kind of people who would spend $50 million on a fucking boat. But as the piece went on, their likability factor decreased substantially. There are essentially tunnels built into the yacht for the servants so that the owners never have to see them. Their morning coffee must be passed through a compartment at a certain time and the presence of the coffee in that spot must be monitored constantly in order to know when it's acceptable to give them their breakfast. It's also the signal that it's okay to interact with them or something like that. And the dude has a golf course on this boat. Obviously it's not really on his boat. He swings from the boat to "holes" placed in the water. But he doesn't want to pollute (or lose his fancy golf balls) so he's got two guys in a separate boat out in the water collecting his missed holes. Also, they showed off their master bedroom and noted that it was in the place usually reserved for the captain's bridge because it has the best view, but they wanted that view from their bed.
Granted, that's not quite as disturbing as the stools covered in whale foreskin (yes, you read that right) on the Christina O, but it still made me think that these folks are pretty much dicks.
So I asked Chris to look them up. Because I'd never heard of them and I wanted to know what you gotta do for a living to get a $50 million yacht and treat your crew as if they were subhuman.
From their website:
"The Hagadone Corporation owns and operates a diverse group of companies mainly in the Publishing, Newspaper and Hospitality industries."
We both got a big laugh out of that. The show was taped in 2004. I sure wish they'd do a "Where are They Now?" follow up. Because I wonder if they're still paying big dollars to haul that behemoth out to the ocean (it's docked on a landlocked lake in Idaho). Or if the captain crashed their boat because he couldn't see where he was going. And how many people they've had to lay off in the last two years.
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May 26th, 2009
08:26 am - worth it
We'd wanted to go to Cleveland for Memorial Day weekend, but the husband had to work Saturday. Instead, these things happened:
-ate overpriced food at Local Taco. The company was worth it, though.
-finally got my wedding ring. I love it. The wait was worth it.
-failed at going to the farmer's market (gave up on parking) so I went to McNeil's produce stand instead. The drive was worth it--much better strawberries, much better food, lovely people.
-Worked in the garden for over six back-breaking hours. It was worth it, though--now my tomatoes and gourds are in better soil and have more breathing room. Still need to build a trellis, but I have time. The gourds approved of their new furnishings and rewarded me with open blooms. I also got seeds sown for the herb garden. C'mon, cilantro. Grow for me.
-Spent Sunday morning looking at wedding photos. Lindsey's effort toiling over these photos was worth it to me--they're great.
-Visited the husband's goddaughter Sunday afternoon. Definitely worth the drive to Inglewood to see her enjoy the heck out of the Oball. It's my new favorite gift for toddlers.
-The husband and I made a nice batch of egg pasta (with white flour) and filling of butternut squash and hazlenuts. It was a lot of work, but totally worth it. We made mezzalunas of the squash and had some with sage brown butter and some with a roma tomato sauce. Delicious.
-Drove out Highway 100 Monday morning and bought a bike. Had a spat with the husband because he didn't like the bike, but then we came back home, he worked on it and we rode for well over an hour. It was totally worth it--we had lots of fun, discovered a basketball court behind the school across the street, discovered a shortcut to the greenway and saw lots of beautiful flowers. I went a little to far, suffering from not having a hat, ponytail holder, sunglasses or water, but still worth it. I'm a much better rider than I thought. I really like that bike even though Chris doesn't. He was really happy to ride with me. Next time, we'll bring money so we can make a pit stop during our journey.
-Finished up the last of, I think six loads of laundry and the dryer finally crapped out. For nearly five years, I've endured this noisy beast and its squeaky belt and its sister, a top-loading washer that I feel I'm just dumping wasted water and money into. So I appreciate the thing crapping out on a load of sheets (that were hung outside to dry anyway) and for giving me an excuse to finally get high-efficiency and QUIET appliances. Totally worth it--I think our lives are going to be dramatically improved with our new LG washer and dryer.
-I made a second batch of mezzalunas (with gorgonzola and walnuts) while the husband went to purchase our new washer and dryer set. I like his help with that stuff, but it was still worth it to have those new appliances.
-Finally used the first batch of pasta dough (whole wheat) to roll out lasagna noodles. So now I'm ready for my next two batches of lasagna. And I made linguine out of the remaining white dough. The dough was so good that, I had to have some plain linguine. Totally worth the effort to make your own pasta.
-Finally sat down and looked at facebook to discover that two friends had babies Sunday. Definitely worth the effort to fire up the ol' computer. Only got to see pics of one, but she's beautiful enough for two.
The only thing on my list I didn't get done was some sewing. Today is another day, though. And I think I might take a break from cooking.
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April 18th, 2009
10:11 pm - Welcome to my life
It's after 10 on a Saturday night. And I am posting a blog entry.
The evening started at 6 when Chris left for his bachelor party. Sure, I could have scheduled something myself, but I hate bachelorette parties. And wedding showers. And I don't love weddings. I don't hate them, but I don't love them. I really didn't want to have one of my own, which is why I'm doing as little as humanly possible while still making my mom happy.
Anyhoo, so off he goes and then I can start my evening of relaxation, right? Well, not yet. First, I have to iron my dress. There are a few minor issues with the dress, none of which can be fixed, so an hour and a half later, I just put the thing away and was ready to call it a night.
I was straightening some things in the dining room a little before 8 when I heard meowing. Oh, geez, why didn't I close the damn windows earlier?
So I go outside and the prettiest grey cat with white tuxedo markings is meowing like he's lost and upset. I get his attention and he comes running my way. He's gorgeous and friendly. Deep breath.
So I pet him for a while and kept my eye out for anyone who seemed to be searching for a cat. Nope. So I brought him in. As expected, Eddie got really upset. The guest cat devoured some food while I put Eddie away. I started searching craigslist and petfinder to see if there were postings. In the meantime, guest cat was happy to take a break on my bed. Hrm.
So I decided to see how it would go with Eddie. There was growling and hissing, but it was going okay for about 15 minutes. And then fighting. Oh, no. Nonononono. Guest cat rolled over on his back but Eddie was relentless. Apparently, he's forgotten he doesn't have claws. So I had to break up the fight (not easy). I corralled Eddie into the bedroom and led guest cat outside.
I went to a neighbor's house to see if the cat was hers. Hadn't met her before, but knew she had a grey cat. But he wasn't hers. He followed me back home. Ugh.
So now he's in the bathroom with food, water and a makeshift litter box. He seems okay with that (Eddie would be nuts right now). I'm not sure Eddie's aware he's in there, which is good. Meanwhile, craigslist is taking its sweet time getting my posting up. Ugh, I can't keep this cat and I can't leave him alone here with Eddie until I find the owner or someone who wants him.
Chris is not going to be happy about this at all. Particularly since the cat is in "his" bathroom.
This is not how I'd intended to spend my Saturday evening.
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April 15th, 2009
12:48 pm - Tea Party Day
I'm just sooo over the coverage of the tea parties today. And people who have a real opinion--one they've never wavered from (I'm looking at you, Bonnie) should probably feel way over it, too. Because it just seems to me like it's just a bunch of people bitching about taxes. But not really saying exactly what they take issue with or what they propose to make beneficial changes. Certainly, there are people who have good ideas. Unfortunately, they're overshadowed by a bunch of blowhards just wanting attention. And ratings.
I'm not optimistic, but hopeful that by the end of the day, some good ideas can come of the protests. I'd like to see some good suggestions put forth for change that we can not only believe in, but benefit from. Personally? I don't have any ideas. People who are smarter than me have not come up with much, so I'm refraining from complaining.
But for the most part, I'm just tired of the media frenzy. It seems that some schmucky talking head from CNBC started a lot of this bullshit and the rest of the media has really run with it (primarily television media). Because of ratings, of course. I fear any valuable messages are just getting lost.
See: this in the LA Times and this in the Atlantic. Seriously, if you want to complain, be specific, mmkay? Otherwise, you're just a piece in the media ratings game.
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March 24th, 2009
11:11 am - No 3am for you
I was awake again and on the computer at 3am, but I had no deep thoughts for you. I was, instead, looking at Facebook and updates from my other insomniac friends. And thinking of a clever response to my mother claiming I was switched at birth because I do not like Mel Gibson or any of his crap movies.
My latest complaint about Facebook (I'm over the 25 Things finally) is the Top Fives. Excepting the one person among my friends who is a bona fide critic (of music by trade and of movies by choice), I find it odd that people would be making so many lists. Okay, your top five movies...fine. And albums. Mmkay. Beers? TV shows that you've watched every episode of? TV shows featuring Ted McGinley? I mean, come on. Give it a rest.
However, I've always wondered who watches sitcoms on CBS since they always seem to be top-rated. And now I know. I know who to blame for keeping Charlie Sheen employed. I also know that of the people who took a quiz, there is apparently only one Seinfeld fan amongst my friends. How can this be? I know more people who love Friends than Seinfeld? Why are you people even friends with me? Spite? Tenacity? Charity? And I have no words for those who listed The Big Band Theory among their favorites. Other than y'all can hang out with my mom who was also a big fan of Third Rock from the Sun (ugh).
Oh, and I know too many young'uns. Too many people who came of age when grunge was popular. Thank the good Lord that music was generally happy and fun when I was a teenager. Not that it was ever readily apparent by my demeanor. Nor is it currently.
Anyhoo.
Oh, so my brain's rather sharp at 3am and I figured out who dropped me from Facebook a while back. It didn't bother me too much because it wasn't obvious to me, so it was clearly not someone I cared about. And when I figured it out this morning (after seeing a comment by the non-offender), I was actually quite pleased. It's a person I didn't care for anyway and am happy to no longer be associated with. But, fearing this person's wrath, I did not de-friend. Glad it was done for me.
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March 20th, 2009
02:24 am - I am awake at 3am, so this is what you get
I know that everyone is accustomed to me being a bleeding heart liberal who will get behind just about anything that the liberal media wants us to believe (as in, just that part of the media that's liberal), but all this economy and bailout outrage is getting on my last nerve. Mostly because you've got a lot of people on TV and off talking about topics of which they have no knowledge.
First, the economy. There's no simple explanation for why it's total shit. There are so many factors that have played into it. And while I love Jon Stewart, his roasting of Jim Cramer was completely uncalled-for. Why? Because the man was doing his job. Jim Cramer's job: entertain, inform, opine, get reasonably good ratings to attract advertising dollars. Done, done, done, done. Did he know that some of what he was advocating could be detrimental to the economy in the long run if one of the dominoes faltered? Yes, he did. And so did thousands of other people, including the legislators who could have done something to stop it years ago and didn't. This is where I point fingers at the Bush administration for perpetuating the economy's dependence on homebuilding. I have thought for years that it's odd that "housing starts" are an economic indicator, but I think most people don't even take the time to understand what that means.
Literally, the health of our economy is based on how many more new houses are built. That's ridiculous. Why? Well, for starters, you can't export a house. And you certainly can't export any of the McMansion ideals to any other part of the world. And to compete in a global economy, you need to have goods and services that are in demand in other countries. Sure, the housing market was keeping a lot of people employed and a small number of people really wealthy, but that's not sustainable in the long term. And what caused the housing bubble? Artificially low interest rates. It's at the core of the problem. More people could afford houses, including more house than they could have afforded at a higher rate, which caused the demand for houses to increase (including new houses) and so on. And housing prices kept going up. And people kept gambling that they'd continue to go up. Quite frankly, a lot of people acted as if there would be no ceiling on home prices. Which is idiotic.
However, a number of people were betting on when the housing market would collapse. These people/firms were taking out insurance policies with AIG and other organizations and hedging their bets. When they turned out to be right, AIG had to pay up. And AIG didn't have the money to do so. Because people within AIG were still under the false impression that the market would continue to go up. And who can blame them? Well, you can, but it's misdirected. Because they have clients who want to make lots of money. To make lots of money, you have to take lots of risks. You don't want to be that conservative financial advisor who tells a client to sell his Google stock at $90 when it's going to be $365 next year. These guys were just doing their jobs. They just weren't great at it forever. Just for a little while.
Which gets to the bonus outrage. So these guys getting the bonus weren't great at their jobs. They didn't accurately predict the market. But these bonuses were not performance bonuses; they were retention bonuses. "Hey buddy, if you stick around for x amount of time and don't defect to another firm and take all your clients and money with you, you'll get $x." So, these guys didn't go, so they're due up their money. Here's the thing: they wouldn't be receiving that money (maybe--I haven't seen the contracts) if they'd been fired for poor performance. So if Congress really wants to get that money back, they need to go to management and have the performance reviewed of every person due a bonus and if they were responsible for losses of a certain amount, they should be fired. And consider that bonus their severance.
Anyway, as I mentioned, this is a complicated matter. There's no one person or one situation that created this crisis. But lack of government oversight is a huge factor. Because humans (particularly Americans) are inherently greedy and self-serving and will take advantage of the law in any way possible. Above and beyond the responsibility of the government is the responsibility of the people. But no one wants to take the blame themselves. No one who got a mortgage they didn't really deserve or couldn't really afford wants to take any responsibility because, hey, it was legal and if the bank is willing to give them money...and some people are making their payments. But a lot of people aren't. Some people really didn't know any better and got duped into a loan they couldn't afford. But a large number of people just took advantage of the situation and now it's taking advantage of them. I could have been one of those people. But I'm far too conservative. However, I've still played my part. Mostly because it was my job.
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March 13th, 2009
09:42 am - Lesleys
Another Lesley followed me on Twitter, so I went to check her out. Nothing there, but she follows Lesleys almost exclusively. In going through the list of over 60 Lesleys, I've realized two things:
1. My last name could be worse. At least it's not Hummer.
2. Lesley is kind of a weird name. I like it, but after looking at a list of Lesleys, I just felt like it seemed odd. Or maybe it's just Twitter's default font that makes it look weird.
Did you know there's a Lesley University? Only Lesley University and Lesley Gore come up higher than my food blog for "Lesley" on the google.
When I was a small child, other kids couldn't always say my name very well. Most called me "Weswee." But Chris's niece says "Sessy." He's "Tis." Actually, as of last Sunday, he's "Orange" because he pointed to his hair and said, "red." This kid isn't stupid; she knows what color red is, so she got this confused look on her face. So I said, "orange." And she smiled and said, "orange!" And he was not happy. But general disdain is funny to children, so that was just an encouragement. All through lunch, "orange!" Awesome. But that's what he gets for trying to tell this child that his hair is red. When it is clearly orange.
Anyway,just below my food blog is a link to seseyann.com. I can only imagine that this Lesley knows a small child, too.
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March 10th, 2009
02:19 pm - She warned me
Via Twitter, the person who blogs for the Oxford University Press linked to this story, with the warning that you should only read it when you're somewhere you don't mind crying.
I had no idea what I was in for, but I'll be kind enough to let you know that it's a rather lengthy but compelling article about people who accidentally leave their children in the car to bake to death. It is rough.
I'm struck by a few things:
1. Between 15 and 25 kids have perished in hot cars per year since it was mandated that child safety seats must be kept in the rear seat instead of in the front seat. You know, I understand the law, but I don't like it. There are just some things (many things, actually) that I don't think the federal government has any business telling people. Wearing a seatbelt and where to put your kids in the car are both on the list. If I had a child, I would not be comfortable having it alone in the backseat.
2. Parents who clearly have no malice are being prosecuted because of this. And sometimes convicted. That just seems unconscionable to me.
3. The comments people have left on other articles is just disgusting. If any parent of a baby thinks this could never happen to them, they are so wrong. It can happen to anyone.
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February 23rd, 2009
01:54 pm - Cancun
I took about a hundred photos, but I posted just a few from our trip to Cancun. Here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/lesleys/
Words can't express how much I'd prefer to be there right now.
I wrote about some of the food we ate over on lesleyeats.blogspot.com
Mmm...guacamole.
So, yeah, if you've looked at the photos, you will see us with some dolphins. It may seem a bit cheesy to do a swim with the dolphins thing, but hey, it was included as part of the promotion we booked with the resort. And you know what? It was pretty damn fun. They're amazing animals and even though it was in a totally fake environment, it was great to be so close to them. I actually hitched a ride on them.
We also got free admission to the Wet-N-Wild park there. Neither of us had been to a water park in years. It was a little too chilly for my taste, but I sucked it up and had some fun. Though the one water slide that is super tall and you have to keep your legs crossed and lie down? Yeah, I accidentally uncrossed my legs and tried to sit up. Terrifying. I felt like I was going to fly right over the edge. I was airborne on the second drop. I did not go for a second round. Chris did a lot more sliding than I did, but it was still fun to act like a kid for a day.
That was the fastest week ever.
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February 12th, 2009
03:58 pm - 200
Charles Darwin and Abraham Lincoln were born on the exact same day. Two hundred years ago today. Plus, you know, many thousands of thoroughly unremarkable people, I assume. Regardless, I find that interesting.
I heard on NPR yesterday that there is a group of Christian ministers planning to celebrate Darwin's birthday this weekend. That is, a group made up of people who simply don't believe the bible should be taken literally and that it's possible to have belief in science and in God. Many southern ministers of various denominations were interviewed. I feel really good about that. For too long, the Christian faith has been dominated by fundamentalist literalists and I don't feel that they are a proper representation of the faith overall. I'd like to see a trend toward a more rational Christianity. One that thinks it's perfectly reasonable to believe we were all evolved from a single thing created by God as much as it is reasonable to believe in the resurrection.
And that all people are created in God's image...equally.
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February 9th, 2009
02:02 pm - Wow, it's February
Chris and I did not get married on January 31. Instead, we packed. We had something for dinner and now I can't even remember what. On Sunday, we got up bright and early to depart for our honeymoon. Or un-eymoon, as Amy put it.
It didn't get off to the best start. I was sick the week before (so sick I could not go to work for half the week) and was still having trouble on Sunday. The descent into Houston on that minijet was awful and it blew out my left ear (which still pops every time I swallow and will do so until it heals, I suppose). Things improved dramatically after that.
We landed in Cancun and shortly thereafter, we were in our hotel room. Then out on the beach. Then food. Lots of food.
Monday...beach. And food. Then some more food. And sangria! And a jacuzzi tub in the room!
Tuesday...to mix things up, I got a massage. Then went to the beach. And had more food.
Wednesday, we went to Wet-n-Wild and swam with the dolphins and slid down waterslides like we were eight years old again. It was fantastic. Then we came back to the hotel and had more food.
Thursday, we went to the ruins at Chichen Itza. Then we came back and had more food.
Friday...hey, there's a beach out there, but it was kinda chilly with those clouds so we went shopping. But then we went to the beach. And ate food.
Saturday we were really sad because it was our last day. So we ate lots of food, went out to the beach, drank more sangria, ate more food, and then ate more food again.
Sunday, we got up early enough to take one last walk on the beach and have one last really huge breakfast. Food.
Torrejas, cheesy tater munchers, guacamole, empanadas, quesadillas, squash flower soup, spring rolls, banana and avocado sushi, more guacamole, corn fritters, cantaloupe, watermelon, guava, goat milk yogurt...just a few of my favorite things about our honeymoon. Though the dolphins were pretty good--to pet, not to eat, of course. I hope to rescue some photos from my camera soon. Though I'd like to note that neither of us is sunburned nor do we have those reverse raccoon marks on our faces like those people who can't be bothered to put sunblock on their faces when they wear sunglasses.
I was completely disconnected while I was gone, so I don't know anything that happened last week other than what I could glean from Twitter this morning. So let me know if I've missed anything.
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January 20th, 2009
12:07 pm - The inauguration
I haven't watched it yet. No spoilers, please.
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January 16th, 2009
07:55 am - Simon's Cat
If you've got nothing to do today because you're regularly scheduled activities were cancelled because it's cold, go here and catch up on Simon's Cat.
Kids these days...they're so soft and spoiled.
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January 14th, 2009
11:11 am - Music
It's certainly not unique to me, but there are a lot of songs that elicit very specific memories for me. Mostly good; some bad (I will never, ever listen to the song "The Flame" by Cheap Trick, for example). A lot of them are pretty odd memories.
I was flipping through stations (a habit that annoys a lot of people) and "Electric Avenue" by Eddy Grant was playing. And I immediately thought of being in camp.
I guess it was summer, 1983. It was a church camp. I can't even remember if it was for a weekend or for a whole week. I remember that we were separated out by grade, so there were girls from 6th through 8th grade in my cabin. Most of my friends were a year behind me (this continued throughout school because my birthday is late in the year and I just gravitated toward people who were younger), so none of my friends were in my cabin. It was a bit stressful, particularly since these slightly older girls were already concerned about their hair and make-up and I was not. And in 1983, I was still short and fat and--there's no two ways about this--very homely.
So I have this very distinct memory of hearing "Electric Avenue" playing on one of the girls' jam box (jam box!) while sitting in front of a fan, drying my hair. There were so many girls crammed into the bathroom drying and curling their hair and putting on make-up that there was no room for me and nowhere for me to plug in my hairdryer (all plugs were taken--with fans and radios, I suppose). It took a while, but I remember thinking it was a lot more pleasant drying my hair in a cool fan than with a hot hairdryer.
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December 30th, 2008
02:14 pm - A year-end survey
I took this one from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tastee. I liked it best. But it is long, so I will cut it for you. ( Read more... )
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December 17th, 2008
08:08 am - The Big Day
Last night, I was wrapping gifts in the front room while Chris was watching TV in the dining room. It was the "Label Maker" episode of Seinfeld. I know Seinfeld so well that I don't even have to watch it, but I did listen.
No, this isn't about re-gifting.
Anyhoo, the part comes up where they're talking about how the Drake's wedding is being postponed because of the Super Bowl.
Uh.
"Chris honey?"
"Yes?"
"When is the Super Bowl?"
"I don't know. I'll look it up."
"February first."
"Ummm...?"
"It's okay honey."
He doesn't mind that we'll be in Mexico on the first day of our honeymoon instead of watching the Super Bowl on February 1. That makes me very happy.
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December 15th, 2008
08:33 am - The best assessment I've read so far
Last week, I heard a guest on NPR blame the community reinvestment initiatives as the genesis of the global financial crisis. I've heard other people blame these initiatives as well--it's popular Republican rhetoric. And it's simply not true.
To point a finger at a single piece or even a set of legislation that encouraged home ownership among lower-income groups requires ignorance of all the other problems that our economy is facing (for example, how can you logically tie that to the thousands of empty condos dotting the nation's coastline? You can't). Frankly, if you had to blame one governmental action and only one, the best would have to be the remarkably low interest rates from the Fed. It's certainly not the only factor, but it's deeper into the roots than any other single thing.
Too many people are pointing their fingers in all sorts of directions. Except for the one direction they should be. Themselves. And others. Because what it all boils down to is simply greed and stupidity. Dangerous on their own, but lethal together. You don't hear a lot of people talking about those factors too much (though they are sometimes alluded to). Which is why I was happy to read this article by Henry Blodget: "Why Wall Street Always Blows It". It's an excellent and completely non-political article that really boils the issues down to the bone. And it's pretty entertaining. Though sad in a way, because it's clear that humans--because they are human--will never learn important and valuable lessons. And that most of us, regardless of how well we manage our own lives will always be vulnerable to the actions of those on Wall Street.
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December 11th, 2008
01:27 pm - Amazon's not always bad
Yeah, I hate Amazon for a variety of reasons. But you can't beat the reviews posted on the site for just about everything that's for sale on this planet. Sadly, I wish I'd read these reviews before I bought this stuff and put it on Eddie. Just like all the cats described in the reviews, he is miserable, ugly, stinky, mad and still has fleas. Dammit.
He's getting a bath tonight. I hope he forgives me.
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