For weeks now, I’ve been one of those people that the media and the Daily Show love to both covet and scorn, demonstrating a clear fascination with their every move. I have been an Undecided Voter. And yet, it’s not…
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The Ides of October
There is a man who lives in front of the building where I work. He has been living there for well over a year. I don’t mean he’s living in a neighboring building or he lives down the block or…
Eye of the Storm
“Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn world serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs. Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height, down height. Wire in a…
Atonement
When I was young, my teeth were trying to teach me a lesson in peaceful coexistence. My adult teeth didn’t want to replace most of my baby teeth, forcing them out by coming straight down over the top of them.…
Ho-Ho, Hey-Hey, How Many Hundreds Down Today?
“Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon, Going to the candidates’ debate Laugh about it, shout about it, when you’ve got to choose Every way you look at it, you lose. Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio, A nation…
The End of Capitalism
It wasn’t long ago that I was talking to whoever would listen about a world without money. A world after money. I got the blank stares and befuddled looks of a generation that grew up in the Reagan years. Who…
The Winnebago Drove with its Propane Stove
“He lost his money in a geyser bank, Ho ho ho ho ho, First it floated and then it sank, Ho ho ho ho ho.” -Traditional Clayton Family Song, c. 1987 trip to Yellowstone My family used to write songs…
A Snowball’s Chance on Mars
Well, I was wrong. The market didn’t go up 900 points today; only 485. (Third largest point total gain ever.) Even dead cats can only bounce so high. Or maybe it’s just waiting for official October. I woke up late…
On Certain Tuesdays in October
Ah, you say, but it’s not October yet. Sure. I don’t know of any site that sorts stock market activity by days of the week, but I have a guess that Tuesdays are running at a substantial net loss. Not…
Where Credit is Due
I don’t believe in credit. To crib an old line from Nikki Hay, it’s not that I don’t believe it exists or happens, it’s just that I don’t believe it really should. Or in using it myself. In my last…