Here’s the best lesson I learned about humanity:
When I was 14 or so I learned to juggle. The first thing out of people’s mouths (who can’t juggle) isn’t “Can you teach me?”, but “Pft, yeah, three, but can you do four?”. So I learned four. To which people say “pft, yeah, but can you do those clubs.” So I learned to juggle clubs (and still know how – I tried this weekend). So they say “Pft, yeah but can you do flaming chain saws?”
Lesson: People are crap – especially to those people who actually do something. I want to surround myself with positive, active people. I’ve done a good job of it the last few years. I’ve learned they are few and far between, but they are looking for other positive active people so we find each other.
My radio appearances are listed here. Back in November I sent out a “media availabilty” announcement (whatever that is). This was when “bail out” was becoming part of the American lexicon. The phone rang for requests for quotes and Scott Sloan called wanting me to be on his big time program. Only a few million people listen. I sweated it. But now it’s hold hack and I’m a regular. I’ve also done Bill Cunningham’s show which has a few more million. All fun.
At the beginning of 2007 I participated in an investment roundtable discussion for a local mag. It’s here. They haven’t had me back. I’m suspecting it was because my answers were too short and concise and didn’t fill up enough space (yeah, that’s it – that’ll save my ego).
The word of the day is onanism. It sounds nicer than what it is and seems to be what most people are doing. Can you tell I’m grumpy?
I’ve got a bathroom with a tile problem. So I cut out of the office for a bit today to go do some pricing at the Home Depot. No meeting today so I’m wearning some dark Khakis, brown casual leather shoes, a blue button-down dress shirt. No tie. I was NOT wearing an orange smock with the Home Depot logo like all the employees were doing. I was walking down one of the main aisles looking for the bath section.
An old man approaches me.
“Where can I find some (unintelligible) hose?”
“I’ve no idea,” I say.
“Then what the hell good are you?,” he yells.
“Look, I don’t work here,” he counter.
“Oh,” he grumbles then walks away.
I remember an old man once told me that as a young man he thought a benefit of getting older would be that he could sit around and have wise conversations with his friends – they all being wise old men. He told me it didn’t happen. “They’re the same dumbasses they were when we were 30,” he said.
This guy was one of them.
72(t), NUA and stock options, Qualified Charitable Distributions, Roth IRA conversations. These are things I actually enjoyed writing about. See partial examples of my work here.
I added work from three publications I did. The first was from Boomer Market Advisor Magazine where I wrote about life-cycle funds. I think it was the first paying piece I wrote where the topic was something in my field – investments.. The second is from Cincinnati City Beat, a local alt-weekly. I stopped writing for them when the editor I befriended left. Finally, some free essays I wrote for Cin Weekly, a very non-alt weekly which publishes articles about where to find the best nachos at the best suburban sports bar.
I couldn’t care less about people’s self esteem. In fact, I’ve had it up to here with unearned self-love, self-involvement. I’m a rational and/or ethical egoist – but not a stroker. I’d disagree the writer gives that this is conservatism, but this post is well worth reading.
It’s clear many of these contestants have never been told the truth about their singing – that is, been criticized – in their life. It stuns them – someone has pointed out that they are less than perfect! They are flabbergasted. It’s like Simon has just lectured them in Swahili.
“Well,” they will stammer, “I think I did really well and I had fun out there.”
Only in a society where children’s’ self-esteem has been made the Holy Grail of the educational system could a 19-year old communications major from Maryland State with a love of show tunes presume to place her opinion about singing on the same scale with that of a 30-year record industry vet who could tile the floor of his mansion with the gold records he’s honchoed. And who lied to this young woman and told her that the amusement she derived from her activity is somehow relevant to evaluating the skill she displayed in executing it?
But you can see in the eyes of the smart ones that they are thinking about what Simon said. That’s good – criticism is the key to improvement. Validation is the key to staying lousy.
The portfolio is slowly being built. Here’s a link to some TV commercials I wrote. Did I ever set out to write TV commercials? Nope. Here’s how it happened: An attorney friend calls and says
“Howard, I’ve read your articles. You write some good stuff.”
“Thanks,” I say.
“Could you write a TV commercial for me…actually for the IRS?”
“Uuhhhhhh.” I said.
“It pays well,” he counters.
“Pays well? Commercials? No sweat. That’s easy.”
We set a meeting and I hung up the phone and googled “How to write TV commercials”.
Everyone was pleased with the results. For the Palastian guy I took as inspriation the opening scense of the Godfather.
The Sunday Challenger was a full-color weekly that ran weekly from July of 2004 to February 2006. Then it folded. I made friends with two of it’s editors, Tricia Suit and Tom Mitsoff, I met future friends and business associates Scott Malof and Marty Horwitz (RIP) moderating the tax roundtable stories. I won a 2nd place 2006 Kentucky Press Association award for Best Enterprise or Analytical Story for a piece on the Cincinnati/NKY Airport history. Finally, I turned my 11th Wedding anniversary dinner into a tax deductible restaurant review.
All and All a profitable year and a half.