My parents are celebrating their 60th (!) anniversary, so I’ve invited them to my home to stay a few days and celebrate. This morning, I’m taking them out to the Computer History Museum (one of the traditional ways to celebrate sixty years of marriage), so I’m away from the blog. But I haven’t forgotten you! Here’s a 4-part series I did on the museum which, in spite of the goofy still images below, is a pretty interesting piece:
I spent my teenage years in a little town in the East Bay of the SF Bay Area. It was a pretty conservative place, full of comfortably upper-middle class families whose idea of humor was closer to Rich Little than George Carlin. In spite of this, Slope’s patron saint had a show in our town (which, to this day, strikes me as pretty incredible), and I took advantage of the opportunity to see him for what turned out to be the only time in my life.
Well, I need never fear my local tax dollars aren’t being well-spent. The city of Palo Alto paid for a sign to assure the (surely overpaid) assistant principal had his/her own parking spot. Well, they couldn’t manage to spell “assistant” properly, so they hastily paid for a replacement sign that reserved the spot for “A.P.” (I suppose they didn’t want to risk misspelling it again, and initials are usually pretty safe). Not to rest on their laurels, they paid for yet another sign to replace it the next day. Never have I seen government move so swiftly! Perhaps to hide what buffoons they are. Embarrassment is a powerful motivator, it seems.
I hardly even know where to begin this post. I’ve certainly been thinking about it a long time, but I don’t think I can do the subject matter justice. Perhaps I’m overestimating its importance, but it matters a lot to me: today marks, to the day, the 10th anniversary of the Slope of Hope.
I was very pleased to hear this story on NPR that a new portrait was just unveiled in the U.S. National Gallery at the Smithsonian: none other than Slope patron saint George Carlin. The image they used is below. I sure wish George was still with us today; he’d have a lot to say to help us see things more clearly.
What a night for news! The three big items that leap out at me as I blearily start the day…….
- That the 28-year old co-pilot of the Germanwings flight was the one who did the deed. Good. God. In a way, I’m relieved it wasn’t a terrorist attack or a mechanical failure, but that didn’t save any of the poor souls on board. I’ve always thought that dying in a plane crash would be an especially horrific and terrifying-beyond-belief way to die. For this man to subject nearly 200 people to this………..words fail me.
- The mega-surge, then just plain surge, in crude oil – I’ve got a smallish-mediumish size short in crude oil, but more importantly, I’ve got a smattering of energy shorts, so oil’s Yemen-based ascent is going to definitely tax some of my otherwise good profits this morning. The only silver lining for me is that, in CNBC style, I can say that oil is “well off the highs”, since it’s up less than half as much as it was earlier in the session.
- The liftoff in gold and silver: like I’ve said many times, I actually do want precious metals to perform spectacularly (for a variety of reasons), but at the moment, I’m short silver, gold, and miners – – so, again, that’s going to take a bite out of what would otherwise be what’s looking like a pretty good day on the short side.
Well, that’s it. Time to get this party started.