Slope initially began as a blog, so this is where most of the website’s content resides. Here we have tens of thousands of posts dating back over a decade. These are listed in reverse chronological order. Click on any category icon below to see posts tagged with that particular subject, or click on a word in the category cloud on the right side of the screen for more specific choices.
On my bookshelf, you will find a series of small books which are in The Portable Curmudgeon family. These are not recent purchases. In fact, I started getting them as they came to market way back in 1992. That was, by definition, when I was – – ya know – – younger.
Years earlier, back in my teens, one of my favorite books was Paul Fussell’s Class. Here is an image of Professor Fussell, which I think captures his temperament quite well:
Here in Santa Clara County, there have been ample headlines lately about the latest government handout:
Just over a week ago, I did a post called One Hundred Thousand in which I woefully recounted my crypto journey from a starting point of $80,000 up to $89,000, down to $79,000, up to $99,000, and then down to $91,000 again.
Well, it’s worse. And I’d like to talk about that, and I’d like to share why I have – – once again!! – – decided to step aside for the moment from crypto-land. Let’s start with this chart of Ethereum in recent days (I am typing this on late Friday night).
Today I found out that Norm Macdonald died. I discovered it, as I often do, in the Slope comments section, and the news hit me very hard. It reminded me of when I learned George Carlin died. It was truly a JFK moment for me. I remember precisely where I was and what I was doing when I read the news.
I have written about Norm many times, and even a simple search of Slope will reveal many posts with him as the topic. I suspect the following clip will be widely shared, since it’s the equivalent of showing their Ed Sullivan appearance whenever the Beatles are discussed.
Today is, of course, the 20th anniversary of the terrorist attacks by these wretched madmen.
