My Tesla had a couple of technical “events’ yesterday, one bad, one good.
The bad one was a sudden loss of power steering. The reason wasn’t what you’d expect, like some fluid leakage or other proletarian predicament. No, no, this is Tesla. The software needed to be fully rebooted. I can tell you, though, when it decides not to offer power steering, it was virtually impossible to turn the steering wheel. I felt like I was trying to spin the steering on the Titanic after resting on the ocean floor for the past century.
For the many years Slope has been around, quite a few Christmas traditions return year after year (which means, no, you will not escape Santa Claus Conquers the Martians in 2016 either). Here is my favorite Christmas song of all, which means it’s the diametric opposite of The Little Drummer Boy. Thank you, Vince Guaraldi. Today I especially need to hear this!
Howdy from Georgetown, the charming college town near D.C. The weather is perfect here, and one of my beloved children is with me as we soak in the ambience. (I even got recognized on the street by a chap walking his beautiful dog, Lola.)
In between the soaking, though, there is, of course, trading. Crude oil continues to explode higher. Why did this headline not shock me?