I always try to be positive because when you look at the sweep of human history – it’s the only realistic view. That’s why I didn’t mind this assignment from the Dayton B2B Magazine. My editor asked me Is there a silver lining to this recession? Is there a buyer’s market for small business. The answer is yes – for those who have cash. Link to article is here.
While walking around last weekend for the Newport Garden Walk, Alicia, Harper, and I came across a former church converted into a condo for sale. It was a beautiful home – for two.
This is about as exciting as it gets: here’s the piece.
I was a nervous kid by temperament. And way too serious for my own good.
Compound that with the fact that I was a kid of the 1970s – a dismal times – I should be a paranoid. Nixon’s resignation, gas lines, the Fall Saigon, malaise were all were real and depressing….and ignored by me.
I was too young. My reality was media.
Paul Erhlich’s book The Population Bomb was soaked up by the media with shades of The Late Great Planet Earth. To me, the Parallax View was reality and 70s Charlton Heston movies – Planet of the Apes, The Omega Man, Soylent Green – were my future.
The most real “scare” was that we were running out of energy NOW!! I’ve lived 20 years past the time the wells would run dry and now experts and the media are trying to scare my kids.
At some point I realized it was all a joke and decided to be happy. People love scaring people and they’ll continue to do so. Someone is always out there yelling “Repent For The End is Near” whether it’s a AM radio preacher, a guy with a rainbow wig, or a former vice president.
Anyway, I’m taken back to those days when I read reports like this (we have more natural gas now than ever before) and thankfully the internet let’s us read common sense like this (the sky isn’t falling).
Go be happy.
Back a couple months ago we bought my wife a new car. It started a conversation with the salesman and I learned a few things about how internet sales is changing the business. The resulting story is here.
Here. I’m not really sure who listens to small college sports radio, but apparently someone does.
I’ve never heard the word “dasn’t” before, but Mrs. O’Connor says its a word here:
The word “dasn’t” – also spelled “dassn’t” or “dassent” – is a regionalism, found mostly in the Northeast. It’s a contraction for “dare not,” “dares not,” or “dared not.”
Jay Nordlinger has a little language in his column too:
Let’s have a little language. A reader at a state justice department writes,
Could you give a ruling on the use of pled or pleaded as the past tense of plead? I’ve always liked and used pled, but many are telling me it’s just slang and wrong to use in formal court briefs. Where do you stand on this galvanizing issue?
Oh, my goodness, this is an easy one: Pled and pleaded are perfectly good words, perfectly good past tenses. They are equally right. Say pled with confidence, even zeal, and tell your false correctors to . . . I don’t know: do something unpleasant.
Another reader writes, “When I worked for a cable-TV company, a young Texan complained to the chief engineer that while he was watching a movie the picture ‘just blunk off.’ Funny, yes?” Great.
Another reader: “Something I’ve oft wondered about: louse/lice; mouse/mice. And why aren’t neighborhoods full of hice?” Hmmm . . .
A reader living in the Czech Republic writes,
I teach English, and I get interesting questions about the language all the time. A recent impromptu of yours reminded me of something. My girlfriend is German, and her English is excellent, but the first winter we were together she said something like, “It had snown, so we went sledding.” I laughed. She said, “Well, I learned English in San Antonio. We didn’t get much of a chance to conjugate that particular verb.”
Thanks for reminding me!
Sure! Finally, a friend of mine coined a word: profaganda, meaning left-wing indoctrination instilled by professors.
Writing about economics isn’t easy, but Gordon Chang has a highly understandable piece in the Weekly Standard here on what would happen if – as some chicken littles are screaming – China stopped buying all our debt.
The theory goes that Pres. Obama is sending us into the land of huge debt (he is) and China at some point will stop buying that debt thus bringing us to our economic knees. Chang explains how it will actually bring China to it’s knees.
It’s a good example of the fact that you can’t control markets (for long) and you especially can’t control currency markets. Also, why is the dollar the foundation of world markets? It isn’t that our economy is huge. It isn’t that we exercise hegemony over the globe. It’s because we have a stable politic system (compared to the rest of the world). There’s no worries that we’ll become a Italy or Argentina with chronically wobbly governments that play around (too much) with our currency. We’re responsbile…which just goes to show how bad the rest of the world is.
There’s a shower at the Cincinnati Athletic Club that scares hell out of me.
It looks like it was built in the 1920s based on a 15th century Tomas De Torquemada design. It obviously doesn’t get along with the other showers because it’s segregated away from them. It has it’s own little piece of the basement facing the pool. It’s like a small closet enclosed in tile with a simple clear curtain forcing the bather to be exposed to anyone wishing to view the torment.
It’s water feds through at 2″ pipe rising from the floor. The only faucet is a valve about 3 feet above the floor that looks like it may require a boilermaker’s arm to turn on. The pipe continues upward and over the head of the bather. It splits into two. One split goes to a shower head that’s the size of a dinner dish at a Myrtle Beach all-you-can-eat seafood buffet. The other split leads to a network of pipes that wrap around the bather from about knee to shoulder height. Hinges would make it a passable iron maiden. The pipe feeds 6 smaller – and more forceful shower heads that I sure the Cincinnati Zoo used to bath the elephants before they decided it was too cruel. Each pipe has small holes – about 50 in total – that spray out like a water saw.
As the single valve indicates, there’s only one water temperature choice. That choice is cold. Throwing the valve down leads to 9 seconds of creaking while the water gurgles its way through the apparatus. When it finally does come, the force is stunning, but you brave against it. “It’s not too cold,” you think to yourself, but about 30 seconds in the truly cold water kicks in. Your manhood is shamed. Not only your life – but your grandfather’s life flashes before your eyes. The force and volume of the water is so immense that the four inch drain can’t handle it so after 45 seconds your up past your ankles in arctic H2O.
Finally, you can’t take anymore. You grasp for the valve. It doesn’t give at first but with the force of both hands and your knees it gives.
On days approaching 100 degrees, the cool stays with you for hours. Very Nice.