As for people who say no more plastic, I want them to get seriously injured or sick so they can see that nearly everything that is saving their lives is made of some sort of plastic.
I start work on Monday. May will be here before we know it.
We perform this civic service at home for two reasons. First, putting stuff in the recycling bin keeps it out of our regular trash, so we don't need to take the big barrel out every week. We just put out the recycling bin, which is easier to lug around since it’s filled with empty cans, plastic bottles, glass jars, and newsprint. Second, I have felt strongly the importance of taking care of the environment, limiting pollution, and limiting our use of non-renewable natural resources. Plastics are a petrochemical product, meaning that producing them requires using oil and/or natural gas, and I recall from chemistry classes that manufacturing plastic, and sometimes even recycling it, can produce noxious chemical fumes. I don’t want all of that crap in the air I breathe, and I don’t want large chunks of plastic in the wild where it can do physical and chemical damage.
The silence of the empty office produces some rather interesting, non-sequiter thoughts. Today, I wondered (possibly aloud), "what do the numbers mean?" Then, "if the numbers mean something, why can I mix them all in one bin?" And this: "what if recycling plastic doesn't really help the environment?”
Quickly, everyone – to the Internet!
There are a lot of leftist treatises on the importance of recycling plastic. The most extreme I’ve seen so far recommends that we stop using plastics entirely. Frankly, I think that’s both useless and stupid. Useless, because plastics are ubiquitous – clothes, furniture, cell phones, car parts, circuit boards, carpet, building materials, containers of every variety, printed materials, and hundreds (perhaps thousands) of other products are made from plastic. If all consumers stopped using plastic wrap to save their leftovers, I doubt the plastics industry would blink.
Boycotting plastic is also stupid. Many of those products – the ones that could exist before plastic, anyway – would be made of some other natural material (like wood) if it weren’t for the abundance of plastic, and so would cost several times what they do now. Plastic makes our world less expensive. It also makes it safer; when was the last time you worried about dropping a two-liter soda bottle? They used to be glass, and they used to shatter quite well. Now they’re plastic, and if you drop one, you might spill some soda, but you won’t shred your feet.
In any case, if you wade through the propaganda, you can find some useful facts. First of all, the numbering system has an explanation (albeit a little complex). Each number represents a different plastic resin, and each resin has different properties. In the first place, some plastics melt when exposed to heat (thermoplastic), and some resist melting (thermosetting). For example, most of you probably have non-stick pots or pans that can go in the oven (and all can be used on top of the stove). The non-stick coating is plastic (usually Teflon, or PTFE – polytetrafluoroethylene), but it doesn’t melt. But don’t try cooking anything in a plastic milk jug. The Intermediate Technology Development Group, a “charity which works with poor communities to develop appropriate technologies” has an explanation in their technical brief.
Since the easiest way to recycle plastic is to shred it into pellets, then melt the pellets and extrude or mold new objects, plastics that resist melting can be a big problem. Plastics one through six (PET, HDPE, PVC, LDPE, PP, and PS) are all thermoplastic, and according to the ITDG brief, make up about 80% of the world’s plastics. But these plastics melt at different temperatures, so the recycling process has to be different for each different type of plastic. The problem gets worse when hardeners or other reinforcing agents (like fiberglass) are mixed with the plastic.
Assume for the moment you’re recycling only PET (1) and HDPE (2). PET melts at 250C, HDPE at 130 (482 and 266 Fahrenheit). While the plastics don’t have to be (and shouldn’t be) entirely melted for recycling, they do have to be heated to the point where they are soft enough that they can be molded into new objects. It’s difficult to heat plastic evenly, because it is not a good conductor of heat. There’s also a narrow range of temperatures at which it is safe to work with plastic (too hot, and it gives off fumes and can char; too cold, and it doesn’t work). So PET and HDPE have to be separated before they can be recycled. Because other contaminants (like food clinging to containers) interfere with the softening process (and can contaminate the final product), they have to be removed as well.
From what I can tell, although there are some pretty sophisticated ways to sort plastics through machinery (using X-rays and fluoroscopes), this part of the process is mostly done by hand.
So apart from helping the environment, recycling plastic employs trash workers whose job it is to sort plastic by color and number. Any manual process is prone to human error, so it’s anyone’s guess as to how many bales have to be resorted or thrown away because of mistakes.
So I’ve answered my first two questions, but the last one will require more investigation and lots of math.
18°F
Fair
Feels Like: 4°F
Wind: NW at 14 mph
Humidity: 22%
COLD.
I would like to take credit for positing (not posting, but positing) these questions on my own, but that would be an untruth. Instead, however, I tell you that some of these queries came from my beloved students, who, thanx to drugs and my destructive influence, have learned how to navigate through, participate in and enjoy the outer fringes of their minds. :)
Harry Kwannachamas to all, happy birthday to the bloggers, and, finally, love, peace and soup. Mostly because soup rocks!
Oh! My secret Santa bought me a Virginia pennant (I'm excited), I'm getting that "loving feeling" (I'm scared to death), I can no longer play tennis anymore because my platella (knee cap), has shifted slightly, so my knee doesn't work right anymore (I am mad/sad as hell), and I am coming home for the days of holiness (pronounced like Holly with a ness attached).
BLOG AND IT SHALL SET YOU FREE!!!
I know what I'm getting John for Christmas!
I just wanted to thank everyone for participating in this little experiment. You're all wonderful. Except for those who don't post anymore.
In any case, I just wanted to mention that our blog has been around for over a year now. In fact, all in the same week, Margaret and I celebrated our fifth anniversary of really pissing off her parents, the blog came of age, and I was called an asshole for not loving the Red Sox. Sorry folks, I just don't give a rat's ass.
Scott Zetlan has joined the blog.
[Think: "Elvis has left the building."]
But here I am, three weeks after my son's birth, and I now have good reason to hit that little sani-rinse button. It had been sitting there, unused, on the control panel, smirking at me as if to say, "what a friggin' waste of money. Sucker."
Indeed.
Now, though, I have reached a point in my life where it is truly easier to hit this button and waste water and electricity than it is to boil a pot of water.
Yet I do not lament the loss of my pre-sani-rinse childhood. Rather, I marvel at the surreality of adult-hood, the pseudo-miracles of modern technology.
Yesterday, I attended my first Redskins game. My husband got a good deal on some tickets (read: they were very very high up; we may have had a better view from the Game Blimp), so we packed up some friends and were off. We drove for hours, sitting through traffic and braving the roads around DC so that I could attend my First Professional Football Game. Also, so that our friend’s 8-year-old son could attend his Eighteenth Professional Football Game.
Now, I have attended a lot of college football games. I’m used to the screaming fans, the crowds, and getting ripped off at the concession stand. Pro football, however, is – pardon the pun – a whole other ball game. Fans don’t just scream; they assault. Crowds aren’t just boisterous; they’re out of control. And personal pizzas aren’t just $6, they’re $8. It’s sheer craziness.
Part of the premise, I think, behind the $7 beer (aside from Corporate Profits) is that it should keep people from getting too drunk. When it costs at least $50 to get drunk, and at least $70 to get REALLY drunk, theoretically, it’s too expensive to get really drunk. (But no, there is another answer: minibottles.)
Let me describe a typical exchange between fans in section 418. I’ll leave out of some the more colorful language, but you’ll get the idea. The characters: “Bob,” a guy in his mid-twenties, relatively quiet Redskins fan sitting in his seat. “Eric,” a scrawny and loud kid probably still in his teens, an Eagles fan who claims he “can’t get arrested again” and who won’t sit down. Finally, we have “Walt,” an older man, probably in his 60s, a Redskins fan who was also relatively quiet up until this exchange.
So you understand the situation, one of the Eagles players was injured and lying on the field. They had brought out the miniambulance and play had been delayed for a few minutes. God forbid we pause the game because someone is paralyzed. Bob said something I couldn’t entirely hear about being glad that an Eagle was hurt – probably something along the lines of “Yeah! Kill him!” Eric turned to him and replied, sensibly but a bit drunkenly, that you shouldn’t cheer for someone getting hurt, and that if a Redskin was hurt he wouldn’t be happy about it, and how he hated Bob’s entire team but didn’t want them injured or dead, and added a few of his own thoughts on Bob’s personal character. Then Walt chimed in with something about putting all of the Eagles in body bags, and commented on Eric’s personal character, but Eric didn’t hear him. So Walt repeated himself. Four times. Finally, Eric heard him, and turned to tell Walt precisely what he could do to some part of Eric – to which Walt replied that he probably wouldn’t be able to find it. Eric said that it was right here and he could whip it out, and Walt told Eric to get him a magnifying glass and go ahead. Eric started climbing over seats. Finally a few surrounding fans took notice and held both parties back until everyone started watching the game again.
This type of exchange happened every 30-45 seconds, and about 1 in every 10 of them came to blows. Section 418, at least, kept all 3 police officers that were there VERY busy.
We saw several fistfights and more attempted fistfights. (I do have a theory that a lot of men are quite willing to attempt to fight as long as there are a lot of people to prevent an actual fight from happening.) We saw people throw beer and heard people make some very creative and violent threats. We saw one guy get hit with a bottle and another guy laugh about it. We saw a police officer fall down concrete stairs attempting to remove one of the more violent fans. We saw behavior that made the Artest brawl look almost reasonable.
Oh, there were some fun moments – such as when the cheerleaders took the field, and the 8-year-old woke up from a sound sleep to crawl over 4 people to get his binoculars. There was a very nice couple sitting behind us that we got to talk to a bit; they were very normal and human. But quite frankly, I have very nice friends that I can invite to my house to watch the game – and on the TV, the 8-year-old can get a much better view of the cheerleaders. It’s much warmer in my house, and the drinks are cheaper.
But of course, we do need to have fans at footballs games, because pro sports are a business and have to make money – and clearly $50 tickets and $7 beers are the easiest way to do that. There should, however, be a rule: any man attending a pro football game must bring either his wife or his mother.
Problem solved.
Further, I would like to direct everyone (and by everyone, I mean the three people who still read the blog) to www.bobsagetisgod.com. It would be funnier if the person were more serious, but oh well. We can't ask for too much from our cheap humor.
And even further, Jelani, when will you be arriving in town on Friday? We're planning something with alcohol, and of course must consider your needs.
I have bad news. A blog is dying. We are all guilty, jointly and severally, of watching its demise and doing nothing. I now stand on my shoe box because soap boxes are a) too small, b) not as sturdy as they used to be, and c) I would have to buy boxed soap when I already have shoes. In any event, I am now standing on a deflated shoe box because, as I have now discovered, shoe boxes aren't at all sturdy. Nonetheless, I stand here in a crowd of people where the probability of being the shortest or one of the shortest people in the crowd is great, which means my message will no doubt deliver its flacid blow to deaf or out of "earshot" ears. So, I yell. With hands cupped around my mouth (not to hide the infliction of morning breath), I fill my lungs with air and summon the courage to form the words necessary to convey a message.
BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Breath life into this blog, lest its death be excruciatingly painful, slow and quiet. Fiends, Browsers, Bloggers! Blog for your right to blog. Blog for the right to blog. Blog for blogging's sake. Finally, blog the blogger's quo. I blog this to your attention because when all is blogged and done, all we will have are our blogs. And we will always have blog.
Bloggingly,
Yours Blogly
Michael Lohan was arrested and charged with forging bad checks and processing stolen credit cards. The prosecution called Lindsay to testify that she had not given her father the permission to use the cards or put her signature on the checks. Despite his best work, the prosecutor was unable to get Lindsay to get the information out of her –bergaflickle!. Finally, Michael takes the stand and testifies that his daughter did give him permission to use the cards and thus he has committed no crime. By the time Michael takes the stand, Lindsay is no where to be found. If fact, they found 22 plane tickets to 22 different locations sold to one Lindsay Lohan. The prosecutor offers into evidence Lindsay’s previous testimony to contradict Michael’s testimony. Michael’s lawyer object. The judge should rule:
I. The hearsay is reliable and thus admissible
II. The declarant is unavailable, so the statement is admissible.
III.The hearsay is not reliable because it was during a court proceeding where witnesses are known to lie for family
IV. The statement is unreliable hearsay and thus inadmissible
A. Only I
B. I and II
C. I, II, and IV
D. IV only
The IRS and the FBI had the grand jury served five subpoenas on Traci Lords’ manager, DeVil Him Self. These subpoenas asked for Traci’s initial application to work for Smut T. Videos, Inc. and transcripts from conversations that STV’s lawyers had with some STV employees. Knowing that the state of Californication required all employment applications to have a copy of the applicants drivers’ license or some other state issued ID, the prosecution was trying to prove that Traci was too young to be in that line of work and that STV was involved with tax evasion. Self refused to tender the documents. A warrant was issued for his arrest and he was brought before a judge. Where he still refused to produce the documents. Self’s lawyer, fresh out of law school, says, “Your honor! Mr. Self does not have to produce these documents because it violates his fifth amendment rights.” The judge will rule,
A. All proprietary information will be blacked out with a permanent marker and thus will not violate any of Mr. Self’s rights
B. The act of producing the documents will serve as an implied testimonial act and are covered by the privilege against self-incrimination
C. That this decision is inline with United States v. Gould, 536 F.2d 216 (8th Cir. 1976) where the Supreme Court held that this was not an implied testimonial act, so Mr. Self must produce the materials.
D. None of the above.
The correct answer is B. A is wrong because it is gibberish. C is incorrect because that case, although properly cited, is about judicial notice and there is no such case with that holding. This fact pattern is from the case of United States v. Doe, 465 U.S. 605 (1984).
Same facts as above. What if DeVil Him Self did not have a conversation with any of his corporate lawyers. The FBI was not able to get Traci’s application, so the IRS wanted to get the transcripts of the conversations. Ever the smart cookie, Self’s lawyers jumps up again, “Your honor! That violates Attorney-Client privilege.” The judge will rule
A. “That is preposterous!” Self did not speak to any of his lawyers in the transcripts. Therefore, since Self in on trial here, those statements made by his employees are not covered by privilege and must be turned over to the court.
B. Since the lawyers are hired by STV, any conversations that the lawyers had with STV employees on STV’s behalf will be deemed covered under attorney-client privilege, so Mr. Self does not have to tender the documents.
C. Unless each of those employees individually hired a STV attorney or have a form on file that purports to do so, none of the transcripts are covered by privilege.
D. None of the above.
I’m sorry that exams suck. I wish you were here, so we could all drink your pain away. Instead, you will have to embark on that mission with the sole help of Zonald. Oh well.
We miss you!
Good luck with exams. When will you be around here?
-Margaret
I'd like to welcome to the world Davis Geoffrey Zetlan! At 7lbs, 1 oz and 21 inches long, he's already well on his way to becoming a full-sized Zetlan. Congrats to Gen and Scott for a job well done. So far, anyway.
On Hydrocodone - even funnier.
On too much Hydrocodone because the nurse said you could double up the dosage - Priceless
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I can't stop laughing. Or crying.
http://www.wtv-zone.com/LadyBoheme/dearsanta.html
Congrats, by the way, go out to Smitty and Leila!
Oh. My. God.
WASHINGTON (CNN) -- President Bush called his victory over John Kerry "historic" Wednesday as he became the first Republican president to win re-election since Ronald Reagan in 1984.
Um…huh? How is this historic?
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Fine. Go right ahead. CLEARLY, we're OKAY with that. Look, World, we re-elected him! We're FINE with it!
"Oh no, I'm worth hundreds of millions, but I can't remember to eat."
Wait,
I've just explained Republicans.
I don't really give a flying shit if a star gets plastic surgery and I don't care if Barry Bonds does roids (and the MLB shouldn't either - 73 home runs makes people watch games).
Just to make it clear:
"Boobies!"
"Guns!"
Now, with that said, who the hell is advising these women to literally ruin, er, mutilate themselves?
To close,
I just saw the instructions for using/getting repairs for the "colored copier." I'm sure this an honest mistake, but when I think "colored copier," I'm thinking of a guy that looks like me down in the mail room. Don't let me get started on the instruction list either. I'm thinking about removing the "ed".
Deba, TN: Gene, durnig last week's debate, I noticed that President Bush said jokingly of Senator Kerry, "I try not to hold it against him that he went to Yale." Considering that Bush himself went to Yale, what is that joke supposed to mean? I'm baffled.
And when will Woodward and Bernstein expose that "Liz" and Wonkette are the same person?
washingtonpost.com: Ha. You insult us both.
Gene Weingarten: This was not remotely the oddest thing that Bush said. When he was talking about having met with a woman whose husband was killed in Iraq, he said:
"You know, it's hard work to try to love her as best as I can, knowing full well that the decision I made caused her loved one to be in harm's way."
Doesn't it seem a little crass for Bush to be putting the moves on a war widow?
WHAT IS THIS MAN TALKING ABOUT? And is this related to the way he said that obstetricians "practice their love" on their patients?
That was quite a debate, wasn't it? Bush looked like a man in severe intestinal distress.
I am sure that even at this moment, handlers are working on Cheney to try to transform that crooked sneer into something resembling a smile, no? "No, no, Mr. Vice President, you still look too much like Montgomery Burns..."
The Article
What's interesting is that if you look up the figures on the internet, you'll get different results, but they all agree on one thing: particularly among the male population, FAR more people are registered to vote than are actually eligible. If you consider that women are also far less likely to register, that means that there are probably a lot of female registrations that aren't valid, but the number registered just doesn't exceed the eligible population...yet.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JB!!!!
Also, below I've pasted my favorite experiment from John's previous post. I want to find this kid, and beat him. They're giving these boys prizes? And if his "study" is worthy of second place, why in the world did they give first place to a girl? Why allow girls to enter the Science Fair at all? Science has nothing to do with raising babies.
2nd Place: "Women Were Designed For Homemaking"
Jonathan Goode (grade 7) applied findings from many fields of science to support his conclusion that God designed women for homemaking: physics shows that women have a lower center of gravity than men, making them more suited to carrying groceries and laundry baskets; biology shows that women were designed to carry un-born babies in their wombs and to feed born babies milk, making them the natural choice for child rearing; social sciences show that the wages for women workers are lower than for normal workers, meaning that they are unable to work as well and thus earn equal pay; and exegetics shows that God created Eve as a companion for Adam, not as a co-worker.
I am at home. I refuse to go in today although I have not (officially) been told by Cheray I don't have to come in. More later on how her communication is always lacking, poorly-timed, and ambiguous. I did actually already do an hour of work today on my own volition to get ready for next week but that's all I'm doing today.
I have two bosses now, one who is good (Bo) and one who sucks (Cheray).
Bo gave me a deadline in advance (imagine that) for Wednesday at 4. I met that deadline. He told me to go home and that I did a great job for him without much notice (he had told me the night before and I had worked until about 10 that night to make sure I'd meet his deadline the next day).
However, I could not go home. I got broadsided with no warning by Cheray and had to work from 4pm Wednesday until 2pm the next day for her to help out her team (that I am really only supposed to dedicate a small fraction of my time to now). She is horrible at communicating and managing...she never tells me when anything is due unless it's the same day she tells me for the first time about something...this is after she wasted three days last week before reviewing my piece of the work for her team's deliverable. I finally got fed up and put my piece out on the network and told her to look at it when she got the chance since she obviously wasn't going to come by like she promised over and over again. She is extremely rude. She tells you she's coming by and never does. I've just gotten to the point where I just leave if it's after 5pm (I'm the same level as her in the firm so I feel like it gives me a little leverage). Everyone on the project has told me this. She makes people feel like they have to sit arond for HOURS. The jr. people on the team tell me sometimes they sit around for five HOURS waiting for her to come by because she tells them she is going to come by in 5 MINUTES. They end up staying at the office until 7 or 8 on a regular basis needlessly because she never comes by and they eventually just give up and go home. She is really hurting their opinions of the firm and cutting into their personal lives for no reason.
Back to the 33 hours...predictably by 5:30am, her team created a load of steaming crap filled with errors that wasn't even what the client really wanted because somebody (Cheray) didn't bother to clarify their requirements before making everybody on her team work through the night to the next afternoon. The deadline then shifted to about 10am by her taking a train up to our Philly office and planning on delivering the item in person by grabbing everything off our VPN. My piece of the work comes at the end of their process. I had to make changes to my app starting at 7am when her team had finally finished their reports creation process (which as mentioned before the client didn't like). Extremely rushed and them not giving me database tables with names I had asked for, it of course created a bunch of problems with my application which took until 1:30pm to sort out.
She's going to make them do it again next week. I can feel it. I am not doing that again. I really need to talk to her about giving people notice and communicating deadlines in advance. She literally said to me at 4pm Wednesday, "This must be done by 5:30 am." Unacceptable.
Michael
Looks like Mother Nature is throwing everything she has at Florida. Even the kitchen sink.
Since my last blog, I had been out of school for five days, Himmicane Ivan was a Category 2 storm, Grenada was a cute little island, Jamaica was a great vacation spot for reasons no one seem to remember (we'll attibute that to their amazing herbal remedies) and Jacksonville was virtually safe. Well, much has changed since then. Grenada is still a cute little island that is 90% in ruins; Jamaica has become a great surfing location for the extreme surfers and the world's number one vacation spot not to be seen at right now; Himmicane Ivan was a 5, kicked Grenada in the nuts, down graded to a four, squared off with Jamaica and is looking forward to open waters so that it has the chance to regain is category 5 status just before it finishes Florida off. As for Jacksonville, the panic is already here and merchants are running out of (in this order) beer, gas and bottled water. Florida, still reeling from the effects of Hurricanes Bonnie and Frances and Himmicane Charley, is pretty fcuk-ed if Ivan decides to pay a visit. I went to work one day this week, because they fear that we may not go to work next week. Ah Florida living.
On a lighter note, someone has been able to hold my attention for longer than a week. I'm scared.
So many excellent posts to look at here. The track of Hurricane Ivan, the sports headline of the day, etc...take a look. I LOVE the track of Hurricane Ivan.
For shame.
Jelani - what did you Floridians DO? Someone is ANGRY with y'all. Charley knocked Florida down, Frances kicked Florida a few times, now it seems that Ivan is coming to finish the job. This is a bad scene.
Anyone read about Bush's declaration that OB-GYNs should be free to love their women, or whatever he said? Can someone find a quote? Pretty bad.
http://edition.cnn.com/2004/US/09/08/pitchfork.robbery.ap/index.html
Hurricane/Tropical Storm/ Hurricane Frances has left the Jacksonville area and I am still alive. There are tree parts in the streets and major parts of the city are still without power, but nothing major (i.e. flooding, felled structures, etc.). I think my school will follow suit with public schools and remain closed tomorrow, which now gives me a five day weekend. Yes! In any event, we now look forward to Ivan, which has already upgraded to a category two storm and is headed our way (Florida that is, not Jacksonville per se).
Love, peace and hair grease.
Secondly, last night we went out for out Friday Guys Night Out (it's been our tradition for the last two years). Anyway, my drink of choice was the hurricane because the irony (or symbolism or freaky coinkydink (sp)) was just too tempting to pass up. White at the bar, we figured it was two sizes to small night because everyone there was bursting out of their clothes. We did, however, see this amazing couple. The girl was maybe 6' 3" and built like a cow and the guy was about two to three inches shorter than me (I'm 5'9", but I tell girls 5"10" - it doesn't work) and built like a healthy toothpick. They were pretty much "doin' it" on the dance floor and it was hilarious. I was on my fifth or sixth hurricane by this time, so put yourselves in my shoes and enjoy the hilarity.
Well, the hurricane hasn't hit us yet. Some people are boarding up their houses and businesses, while others are buying more booze. I think this will either pass over us or make Aesop a happy man since his grasshopper and ant story would have played out in real life.
I am really bored as hell and Zonald and I have decided to start drinking the wine that I have collected. We thought it was too early to go out and drink, but late enough to drink at home. Lesson: Old wine is not really all that great, but sweet Romanian wine rocks!
Feel free to call me and make sure I'm ok. I'm ok, so don't worry about calling.
More details:
The tax cuts were $1.3 trillion. Trillion. Over 10 years. That's $130 billion per year, on average. There are 34.9 million Americans living below the poverty line. If you assume an average case -- a family of four -- then that means 8.725 million families earning less than $18,500 or so per year (from the 2003 Housing & Human Services guidelines for poverty).
So: $130 billion / 8.725 million = $14,899.71 per family.
The cat has outdone herself again. With no bathtubs to soil, the cat decided that a sink was a fine place to seek relief. Impressive.
The real news:
I've got business cards. These are my first EVER. Even my wife has had business cards and I've had about 15 more jobs than she has. Maybe that why I'm just getting cards?
I know when I think of an open-door party, I think of Republicans, right away.
Scott did a bunch of research regarding that Census Bureau thing, about how much money was in the tax cuts Bush passed (1.3 billion), how many Americans (12.5% of the country out of 281,481,296 Americans, so about 35 million people) are below the poverty line (defined as less than $18k per year), and basically figured out that for the cost of that tax cut we could have pulled almost every man, woman, and child in this country out of “poverty.” And that’s with unemployment up at around 6% (also thanks to the Bush administration, which supports exporting jobs, and which, despite Bush’s statement that “job creation is the number one priority of economic policy out of Washington, D.C.” [president’s economic forum] has managed not only to lose jobs, but to hold the second worst “job creation” record since Herbert Hoover (who, you may remember, had this small depression thing to deal with).
Interesting...1 in 20 New Yorkers believe in violent protests. Let's say that 1/2 of all New Yorkers are registered voters. So...5% of 4.5 million New Yorkers believe in violent protests. Let's look closer at the number. 225,000 New Yorkers are ok with violent protests. That's a lot bigger than our little Albemarle County here. They should deploy these people. Violent protest sounds like war to me. C'est tout.
Subject: Census Bureau says 1.3 million more Americans in poverty - Aug. 26, 2004
This data has been much anticipated (my project deployed it today on our website: http://factfinder.census.gov).
Apparently, there was a great deal of controversy surrounding the release date for this Income and Poverty data. We usually deploy this data in October, but received pressure to deploy it earlier (read: release bad economic data further from the election so the Bush Administration can spin it out of the news). Don't forget what his adminstration has done to this country in the last 4 years!
Census Bureau says 1.3 million more Americans in poverty - Aug. 26, 2004
Survey: More Americans in poverty
Census Bureau report says 1.3 million slipped below benchmark; health care coverage also declines.
August 26, 2004: 10:28 AM EDT
For all of us who feel only the deepest love and affection for the way computershave enhanced our lives, read on. At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gatesreportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated, "IfGM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all bedriving $25.00 cars that got 1,000 miles to the gallon."
In response to Bill's comments, General Motors issued a press release stating:If GM had developed technology like! Microsoft, we would all be driving carswith the following characteristics (and I just love this part):
1. For no reason whatsoever, your car would crash twice a day.
2. Every time they repainted the lines in the road, you would have to buy a newcar.
3. Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason. You would haveto pull to the side of the road, close all of the windows, shut off the car,restart it, and reopen the windows before you could continue. For some reasonyou would simply accept this.
4. Occasionally, executing a maneuver such as a left turn would cause your car to shut down and refuse to restart, in which case you would have to reinstallthe engine.
5. Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, was reliable, fivetimes as fast and twice as easy to drive - but would run on only five percent ofthe roads.
6. The oil, water temperature, and alternator warning lights would all bereplaced by a single "This Car Has Performed An Illegal Operation" warninglight.
7. The airbag system would ask "Are you sure?" before deploying.
8. Occasionally, for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out andrefuse to let you in until you simultaneously lifted the door handle, turned thekey and grabbed hold of the radio antenna.
9. Every time a new car was introduced car buyers would have to learn how todrive all over again because none of the controls would operate in the samemanner as the old car.
10. You'd have to press the "Start" button to turn the engine off.
I decided to curse my existence by joining a real consulting firm in May. Since joining I have been on three different projects. Currently (and through November), I am working on a project in downtown DC. At least a couple times a week I try to take a break from work and go walking around within a radius of six blocks or so in an effort to learn the city better. I've noticed all that's here in the business district is restaurants, wine/liquor stores, drug stores,
and corporate businesses - no grocery stores, clothes stores, hobby stores, etc. Coincidence? I think not! All the vices are but a short walk away!
Needless to say, the $3 martini place three blocks over has been calling my name every day since I discovered it but I have thus far managed to resist its strong liquortational pull.
Upon closer reading, I have a question: just what ARE the effects of alcohol, other than drunkenness and a hangover?
I thought it was funny.
The blogs are hilarious! More on how bitter I am about work as soon as the smoke clears. I will say this, I just got to order my books today. Classes start tomorrow. Yay me!
1) Saddam was a good guy when Reagan armed him, a bad guy when Bush's daddy made war on him, a good guy when Cheney did business with him and a bad guy when Bush needed a "we can't find Bin Laden" diversion.
2) Trade with Cuba is wrong because the country is communist, but trade with China and Vietnam is vital to a spirit of international harmony.
3) A woman can't be trusted with decisions about her own body, but multi-national corporations can make decisions affecting all mankind without regulation.
4) Jesus loves you, and shares your hatred of homosexuals and Hillary Clinton.
5) The best way to improve military morale is to praise the troops in speeches while slashing veterans' benefits and combat pay.
6) If condoms are kept out of schools, adolescents won't have sex.
7) Providing health care to all Iraqis is sound policy. Providing health care to all Americans is socialism.
8) HMOs and insurance companies have the best interests of the public at heart.
9) Global warming and tobacco's link to cancer are junk science, but creationism should be taught in schools.
10) A president lying about an extramarital affair is an impeachable offense. A president lying to enlist support for a war in which thousands die is solid defense policy.
11) Government should limit itself to the powers named in the Constitution, which include banning gay marriages and censoring the Internet.
12) The public has a right to know about Hillary's cattle trades, but George Bush's cocaine conviction is none of our business.
13) Being a drug addict is a moral failing and a crime, unless you're a conservative radio host. Then it's an illness, and you need our prayers for your recovery.
14) You support states' rights, which means Attorney General John Ashcroft can tell states what local voter initiatives they have the right to adopt.
15) What Bill Clinton did in the 1960s is of vital national interest, but what Bush did in the '80s is irrelevant.
(Thanks to my sister, who for some reason doesn't have the "Blog it!" instinct...)
So, what happened to John on his birthday?
1. Got very sick from alcohol. Well, from not eating before drinking alcohol.
2. Went to work despite being really sick. Came home at 11:30 after throwing up outside for half an hour.
3. Lost his glasses somewhere in his house or car. A preliminary search has turned up no clues.
4. Missed the 4:15 showing of "Collateral" because the woman at Walmart took 25 minutes to get him some contact lenses. WTF?
5. Finally saw the movie at 7:20. Not bad.
6. Came within inches of being in an accident. Lights were off. Could have been his fault, except the guy failed to yield to cars coming both ways.
7. Despite all of this, Margaret managed to make a good day out of it.
No, I don't get wiser as I age. I just get weaker and more bitter.
GET EM!
Client#: 779
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When did University become difficult to spell? How long has it been ok to use digits to write numbers less than ten in formal correspondence? WHY DO PEOPLE SPAM ME SO MUCH? At least they realize I'm qualified for something.
Happy Birthday Leila,
I felt so inspired, I had to post this:
I hope this card finds you quite happy,
and that this warm summer day has not been crappy, craappee.
So eat some, drink some, and also be merry,
but don't drink too much of the products called dairy.
I really don't know where this little thing is going,
but you know how it is when the rhymes are flowing.
No more about rhyme schemes, lines, or meter -
you need to be breaking into a big ol' liter.
It's a celebration bitches,
so I'll be on my way,
enjoy yourself and happy birthday.
We have devised the perfect voting system. We rock.
So, we all know that electronic voting machines are insanely vulnerable, and could under the right circumstances constitute a threat to actual democracy. But, is there a practical way to check the machine?
So, apparently, he has taken my sage advice to heart and is sending out a new piece of spam:
------ Forwarded Message
From: "gary towers"
Date: Mon, 26 Jul 2004 19:39:28 -0400
To:
Subject: Freelance Writer Query...
Hey J.,
Does your company use freelance writers? I have named many things.
Gary Towers
garyt@mindspring.com
770-563-9989
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I would like to quote from my business parter's response:
And again, how can I not be impressed by the fact that he has “named many things”? I, too, have named many things...
Hamsters
Lizards
Dogs
Crabby old people
Crappy managers
Favorite college t-shirts
My blanket from toddlerdom
Imaginary friends
Body parts
Castro Denies Sex Tourism Allegations
SANTA CLARA, Cuba (July 27) - Fidel Castro rejected charges by President Bush that he promotes sex tourism in Cuba, then went on the offensive to dredge up old reports about his American nemesis' alleged past drinking habits.
Castro vigorously denied Bush's recent allegations, saying that what the White House believes is ''that which the president makes up in his head, whether it corresponds to reality or not.''
''There are many in the world who know very little about the Cuban revolution, and could fall prey to the lies diffused by the United States,'' the Cuban president said Monday night at the island's annual Revolution Day celebration in the central city of Santa Clara.
During a speech in Tampa, Fla., earlier this month, Bush accused Castro of turning Cuba into a major destination for sex tourism, which is ''a vital source of hard currency to keep his corrupt government afloat.''
''The regime in Havana, already one of the worst violators of human rights in the world, is adding to its crimes. Castro welcomes sex tourism,'' Bush said at the July 16 conference on ''human trafficking'' - forced labor, sex and military service.
Although prostitution exists in Cuba, it is unorganized and has been far less visible since Castro launched a massive crackdown on street crime in early 1999.
Castro said someone should have told Bush that before Cuba's 1959 revolution about 100,000 women were involved in prostitution because of poverty, discrimination or unemployment. The were all educated and given other jobs, he said.
Castro then lashed out at Bush in a more personal manner, summarizing arguments made in Justin A. Frank's book, ''Bush on the Couch: Inside the Mind of the President,'' and saying that Bush apparently had replaced his drinking with religious fundamentalism.
''He depends on religion as a defense mechanism, substituting thought,'' said Castro, paraphrasing from the book by the Washington, D.C.-based psychoanalyst and professor of psychiatry during the island's Revolution Day celebration in the central city of Santa Clara. ''In some ways, he doesn't even have to think.''
In an autobiography when he was Texas governor, Bush wrote about swearing off alcohol in 1986, when he was 40, after a spiritual awakening.
Earlier Monday, Communist Party faithful gathered for the speech in this provincial capital, where red, white and blue Cuban flags hung from the sides of buildings in observance of the 51st anniversary of the failed July 26, 1953, attack on a military barracks that launched the Cuban revolution.
The top leaders of Cuba's ruling Communist Party were among about 1,000 people attending the annual event in Santa Clara, home to a major monument housing the remains of revolutionary icon Ernesto ''Che'' Guevara.
About 30,000 people originally were scheduled to attend an outdoor event outside, but it was moved inside due to threat of rain. The event was also broadcast live on Cuba's state-run television and radio.
Castro ended his comments to Bush saying he hoped God does not ''instruct'' him to invade the island, a fear the Cuban leader often repeats.
''He had better check on any divine belligerent order by consulting the Pope and other prestigious dignitaries ... asking them for their opinion,'' he said.
After the speech, Castro hugged Elian Gonzalez - the 10-year-old boy made famous after a high-charged custody battle between his Cuban family and relatives in Miami - and Gonzalez's younger half-brother.
Elian was found clinging to an inner tube off Florida's coast in November 1999 after a shipwreck that killed his mother and others leaving Cuba. He returned with his father to the island in July 2000.
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As I entered Starbucks for that caffeinated concoction that blows me away, the barristress could not help but ask, "Who pissed you off so early in the morning?" To which I responded, "Life. Now, give me my coffee and leave me be." In hindsight, I think it was a bit uncalled for, but now she has an awful story to forever tell the future barristers of Starbucks.
Then I arrived at the testing site, took my seat and prepared to embark on a journey that proves I am intelligent enough to teach. The essay question was......drum roll.........."Write an essay about something you were encouraged to do as a child that impacted you positively." In my positive state of mind, of course, I wrote about oral sex and how it has changed my life. I titled it, "Encouraged to be more oral in meretricious relationships."
Since I no longer need the results of that test to maintain my present employment with a private school, I wrote an essay that will stick in the mind of the grader forever. Not to mention I may not get a passing grade, which is six out of a possible ten points.
I now return to studying Legal Ethics (That still make me chuckle).
Despite pretty much flunking out of college twice and living like a rock star sometimes (and not in the good ways)...I have a wonderful and beautiful wife, a nice house, a not-so-bad job, and fairly low cholesterol. It's a surprise to me that I make it to each birthday.
Gen, I think his explanation made it worse. He was trying to make it work, but it just...didn't.
And, for your amusement - This is the type of correspondence I regularly receive, as owner of my own company:
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From: "gary towers"
Date: Mon, 17 May 2004 21:00:26 -0400
To:
Subject: Freelance Writer Query...
Hi,
Does your company use freelance writers? If so,
I would like to send some nomenclature to the proper person.
Thanks.
Gary Towers
garyt@mindspring.com
770-563-9989
Follow up: =======
Hi Genevieve,
I looked up "nomenclature," a 2nd definition in a Webster's read "the act of a system of naming." But maybe I should just say "naming." If it was a speedbump to you, it probably is to other people also.
Attached are some ads with brief commentary, my resume, theme lines and names. Please take a look, and tell me what you think.
Thanks!
Gary Towers
Marietta, GA
770-563-9989
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Can anyone tell me how "the act of a system of naming" works with his first e-mail? Does his explanation in any way make this better? Silly me, I may just have an MA in English, but what do I know ...
Punk Voter (links - over to your left) is completely discrediting its movement. Apparently they forgot to hire an editor.
For example:
- "America needs to know about the thousand of cases that the Act has wrongfully violated people’s protected civil liberties instead of the few examples of how the Act is helping to end interdepartmental confusion to catch the bad guys."
- "This is important folks, this is the first time Punkvoter has ever asked our members and friends to un-snap their wallets for a candidate!"
See if you can find the issues here. Damned punkers.
Happy Birthday. I could make lots of jokes about you being old, but...you never will be old to me - just more irritated.
Heres to you and worse grammer too!
Irritated yet?
So how are my fellow bloggers? I described this blog as mostly being political rants, though I suppose lately that's not true... Which reminds me, we will be having an election party this year. We will either watch the news and drink and celebrate, or watch the news and drink and cry. Those with differing political views are welcome to attend at their own risk.
For those of you are in the dark, Charriot was a Blue 1991 Oldsmobile Cutlass Cierra and could party with the best of them - though she was the worst. She was crushed on one side and the front, could not carry more that two people at a time (nor one safely), and in her last days soldiered on with only three legs.
Friday morning was Charriot's last ride. She got me to the gym and home again for the last time. Saturday evening she was replaced with a White 1995 Buick Park Avenue. When I went to move Charriot for her successor, her life force was no more. I am now the proud owner of two cars - one dead.
In any event, I have another car!
I have not named her(im) yet, but I have a list of names.
1. Charriot
2. Charriot 2
3. Charriot II
4. Charriot B
5. Charriot Reincarnated
6. Charriot: The Revenge
7. Charriot: Bigger and Whiter
8. The Great White Charriot
9. The Ghosts of Charriot Past
10.
Please feel free to vote or send write-ins.
Happy Blogging!
The Virginian-Pilot has done me proud. A really good news story from the hometown paper and it ends up being unintentionally funny at times...or maybe not so unintentional. Regardless, it's interesting.
Here it is.
Ok...the second page is the good stuff, but the whole story is pretty interesting.
Definitely breaking the diet to go out drinking tonight,
Your Maharaja
The people from the homeowners association finally came to fix the loose siding on the house (long story - I'll vent about it some other time). While showing them where the siding was loose, one of them says:
"Is that always outside"
"I say yes" (thinking he is pointing to a cat usually camped under our front steps.)
Him: "Maybe it shouldn't be"
Me: Looking closer. "Crap that's the neighbor's pet ferret". He distracts ferret while I knock at neighbors. No one answers (but door is wide open, storm door closed).
We turn back to look at siding.
2 minutes later - siding people are gone. I'm thinking "that was fast. I'm going to make sure its actually done."
As I step out the door I see said ferret climbing into my neighbor's dryer vent. Thankfully not ours.
This so pisses me off, I will not be responsible for damage done to MY house from their animals.
Sorry, just had to vent.
So Ryan: Got anyone you want to show our 'lovely' house to?????
starring Charlize Theron, Christina Ricci, Dead Man 1...Dead Man n:
Q: What's the easiest way to sum up a movie that disturbed you more than the extremely disturbing movie you saw earlier this week?
A: "A man-fantasy gone horribly awry."
Honestly, I'm not sure what happened to me during this film, but I'm not the same. I mean...I slept three hours the night before and had been awake for an additional 17 hours when this movie started. I don't know if I blinked during the entire film. Oscar films are fucked up.
What I've learned so far:
1. I'm truly good at whatever it is I do.
2. I ROCK.
3. Some people don't know shit about what they're doing.
Congrats on the crib. I look forward to drinking some beers there next month.
One more thing: are all hotel beds harder than say...diamonds?
WE HAVE A CONTRACT ON A NEW HOUSE!!!!!
Anyone want to buy a nice townhome in C'ville's Belmont area? Come on - it's got a jacuzzi bathtub. Big basement. Neighbors with 5 kids, 2 dogs, 2 cats, 5 ferrets and a partridge and a pear tree (OK maybe we'll leave that part off the selling points) Anyone..... Anyone....
Note the time.
AAAAAAAUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....................
A little potty humor for ya
Maybe that first one might work someday? Here's another though.
Would it trouble you if your boss said this about something you were working on (trying to help you sort out some confusing issues)?:
"They're both the same thing, but different."
Mystic River Review (it's not really a spoiler):
This movie/book/story line had so much potential to not make me sick, but I feel compelled to stick my finger down my throat. It was a good film with good intentions, but like the Bush Administration - leaves some children behind. Most of the characters in this film just end up pissing you off. Watch it, but don't come crying to me later when you're an emotional invalid (and yes I do realize what I just said was impossible).
Rob, Click Here.
Hmm, it's interesting that in a country founded on principles of rebellion, so many people believe that it's Un-American to speak out against the president. When did we get royalty here? Where were these great "patriots" when cigars in the oval office was an issue? Oh, I know, they were out being hypocritical. I've guess they've traded in their hypocrite cards now. That said, if you get really bored you can check out some bad grammer and speeling here.
Rob doesn't know his audience very well. At least, the audience who regularly reads the blog.
Nature is outstanding!
Sequence is outstanding!
I'm out standing...in the rain!
Outstanding!
To John and Charles and Lee and Leon,
You make us sick. Your graves, we pee on.
Why merit you such scorn, and widdle?
A prize to he who solves this riddle.
Gold star to whoever solves the riddle without using google.
I'm looking for a home audio system that can take output from a base station and transmit info wirelessly to stations throught the house so other amps (deck/kitchen/bedroom/etc.) thereby acheiving centralized control of home-wide audio. That would be perf.
Does a product like this exist? Obviously transmitting it via FM would suck, but some sort of wireless network all-digital solution would be clutch. Thanks.
I am aware of proprietary products such as this...wondering if there's any way to do this without the purchase of 100% proprietary system:
http://www.bang-olufsen.com/sw1761.asp
Is there any way to do this without dropping laptops all over my house? I have three computers but my number one complaint would be they are loud (fan/hard drive noise) and also I'd still have to run wires all over the place from them to my audio gear.
I've got a bunch of speakers and amps all over the house already that I've dropped major bank on and would prefer to not have to start over...they are just not interconnected. All I need is a base station, wireless tranmission medium, and satellites that can have either line-level or adjustable level outputs. A nice uprade to the satellite stations would be the ability to perform simple actions such as FWD and REV through tracks from the base station.
Ray Charles was way cooler than Reagan. A lot nicer too.
Hard Times (No One Knows Better Than I) by Ray Charles
My mother told me
'Fore she passed away
Said son when I'm gone
Don't forget to pray
'Cause there'll be hard times
Lord those hard times
Who knows better than I?
Well I soon found out
Just what she meant
When I had to pawn my clothes
Just to pay the rent
Talkin' 'bout hard times
Lord those hard times
Who knows better than I?
I had a woman
Who was always around
But when I lost my money
She put me down
Talkin' 'bout hard times
Hard times
Yeah, yeah, who knows better than I?
Lord, one of these days
There'll be no more sorrow
When I pass away
And no more hard times
No more hard times
Yeah, yeah, who knows better than I?
Margaret should stay away from SUV's lest she uses her powers for evil (Why the hell would you use powers for good anyway?)
I cried without knowing it when I learned Ray Charles had died.
I'm back from my trip to Durham. Highlights (in no particular order): drove a Tahoe, ate way too much and it was all free, learned a lot, got lost twice, discovered a rather dramatic boo-boo in my center's processes, saw Mike Ludwick, and (slightly) reduced my hatred of SUVs. While I only got 14.8 mpg on my trip, I did take some comfort in knowing that my car could eat the other cars on the road, if necessary.
1. I joined a gym. I have done this since ever because I always believed myself to be the man when it came to my fitness. I no longer believe that.
2. I have decided to try Hydroxy-cut. Why? Boredom. Goal? None. Sense? None. Fun? No. Funny. Yes. Only to me? Yes as well.
3. I will be in C'ville for the Fourth. Due to popular demand, I am flying directly in to the ville at twice the cost of flying into Richmond (Thanx Oh Bee Juan!).
4. Classes start today, which means I will participating in a seven-week sprint to learn about the law of Families and my favorite oxymoron (along with Happy Sad, Victorious Failure and Military Intelligence) Legal Ethics.
5. I went to a hocky game this weekend! That's right, a hockey game with the ice and pucs and everything. The catch? It was game 6 of the Tampa-Calgary, which was played in Calgary, so Tampans (not to be confused with Tampons) watched the game on a really big screan outside of the stadium. I led my first hockey cheer and wave. I felt proud. I felt weird. I think I liked it.
6. Stay tuned. I have decided not to work this summer. That translates into many days of absolutely nothing to do, but go to the beach and see how black I really can be. Because it is not what is inside, but what is outside that counts.
Hi all,
It's been awhile since I've said anything, but that will change NOW! With that said, my comments:
1. If you're a 6.5'+ tall professor and you go to the bathroom without washing your hands, that guy in the stall probably knows what you didn't do this summer.
2. My wife is going away tomorrow on her first real business trip for two days. This means PARTY! Of course, by party I mean I'll be playing video games into the wee hours of the morning.
3. My good friend Tom has provided me with a quality drinking wine. A bottle of Cisco was delivered to me yesterday. Tom, I cannot test its hallucinogenic effects without you. Anyone else who wishes to partake is more than welcome.
4. I'm thinking about a Labor Day party. That's far enough in advance for all of you to plan to come. There will also be a party on the 4th of July, but I hear many of you have already made plans.
5. I have one contact in my right eye and none in the left.
6. I mulched yesterday.
7. My green pepper plant rocks.
...and you know those annoying commercials for "plastic"?
It was always funny, but it just hit me as FUNNY.
Running on asphalt makes sense - but choose asphalt where the speed limit is 25, not asphalt where the speed limit is 55. I don't WANT to hit you, but I will - not because I don't feel like being slowed down by you, but because you're dumb (and by "you" I mean Joe Blow The Charlottesville Jogger, not Leila or Jelani or any of our beloveds who run. They're not dumb like Charlottesville Joggers...).
Self-importance among drivers is an issue, one that I can't address right now. My issue is people that perform self-important actions that may cause them to be hit by my car. This is not because I feel more important than them, but because even though they prefer to submit them (human) to a Darwinian contest with my vehicle (plastic, glass, and metal), I'd actually have a bad day if I hit them. Since this is a pedestrian town and I've lived here for 10 years, it's something I have to live with, but walking, running, or riding blindly into the street is not acceptable. My anger is squarely focused on these people - the ones that apparently don't want to live and want to sue me for it. After that, my anger is focused first on traffic lights and then anyone else in a car.
It hurts. I understand. However, that doesn't remove the responsibility I have or a runner has to make sure I don't hit them (mine is that I'm driving the car, their's - survival). My reasoning behind this: no one is always looking.
Pedestrians, runners, and joggers use the road as if they were invincible. We've strayed away from simple street crossing practices such as looking both ways (or looking at all) and respecting the power of a car. I've tried running. It does hurt. Cars hurt more. Crap, I left cyclists off of my rant. Include them too.
DAMNED PEOPLE ON BIKES.