A playground from the east coast and some trees outside the stead on the west coast…
It must be George Soros. I am taking a shot at rumor-mongering here. Courtesy of Richard’s Forewards.
I play rochambeau with ghosts, take photos of space, and ride my bike in the bus lane.
A playground from the east coast and some trees outside the stead on the west coast…
It must be George Soros. I am taking a shot at rumor-mongering here. Courtesy of Richard’s Forewards.
Some ideas are like a couple of new 2x4s outside of a house with a sagging roof. The carpenter is making stone soup with stones while….
I don’t usually post tourist series shoots but I got a special request. Digital cameras freeze up easily so there was no futzing with these before or after.
We read part of this out loud on a road trip.
massive and more unorthodox monetary policy easing to defrost credit markets even if this may imply central banks widening collateral and taking greater credit risk; massive and front-loaded fiscal stimulus more on the spending than tax side and with income relief to agents with high marginal propensity to spend (poor, unemployed, state/local governments); rapid takeover of insolvent banks – full nationalization – and their quick clean-up and re-privatization (etc.)
The East Coast was hit by what should be the last big winter storm yesterday. I fell asleep with my feet propped up next to my friends’ wood stove and my slippers started smoking.
This is California but I’m upstate New York waiting waiting for the snowstorm. Okay four inches.
It’s a post … postmodern problem: Trying to influence your ads by the content.
Oh man. So many of my friends are so busted.
A cousin in California has been sending out forewarded emails from the internet and other friends of his for years of left news, opinion, and commentary. Some of it leans libertarian, some leans socialist, and some might reflect a conservative talking point in good light. Friends reading his emails knew the Iraq invasion would stir up a hornet’s nest, that the Bush administration was screwing the U.S. and the world up on a daily basis, and we heard Roubini forecasting the economic collapse early in 2008. I have encouraged Richard to start his own blog and post his own gleenings and commentary from the internet himself but he is content with his small but loyal mailing list.
So instead of letting most of his emails lie fallow in my in-box, I will occasionally be forewarding Richard’s forewards here with links and synopsis or maybe just a headline. Feel free to discuss anything posted here below or at the sources.
And what sandwich shall the poor girl eat
For all tomorrow’s mayonnaise
A BLT from who knows where
For all tomorrow’s mayonnaise
And what will she eat and what will she drink
When lunchtime comes around
She’ll turn once more to mustard’s clown
And maybe some diet coke
And what sandwich shall the poor girl eat
For all tomorrow’s mayonnaise
Why crab and tuna of yesterday’s salad
For all tomorrow’s mayonnaise
And what will she do with Thursday’s chips
When Monday comes around
She’ll turn once more to mustard’s clown
And maybe some diet coke
And what sandwich shall the poor girl eat
For all tomorrow’s mayonnaise
For Thursday’s chips is chicken’s clown
And eggs no longer served
A turkey sub, a bacon cheese
With buns and rye, and wheat
Fit for one who hungers still
For all tomorrow’s mayonnaise
The development talked about here is mostly done. Riding your bike around down by the Hudson River when it’s still this cold is kind of insane and lonely.
Ferries are supposed to service this pier but I don’t know if it’s happening yet. I’m not seeing New Jersey hopping on a boat to hit up Fairway when they’ve got giant A&Ps and Shop Rites — or even the rest of 125th Street when they’ve got Walmart but perhaps I’m wrong.