With thanks to Honey, who just did a huge project on Poe. Then she xtranormaled a Poe poem. I've always loathed this poem, so it seems perfect for xtranormal.
Showing posts with label Random learned stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Random learned stuff. Show all posts
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Where have you gone baseball?
When I was growing up, baseball (and a few other sports) was something my family could do together. It wasn't a perfect context by any means. But, we could usually watch the Braves and be ok for a few hours.
I've always held onto baseball. I lived in DC pre-Nationals, so I didn't adopt a second team in my time there. When I moved to L.A., I adopted Honey's Angels (after I met Honey, that is) and continued to root for the Braves.
When I was in graduate school, I had a hard time my first summer finding a job. I finally landed one with a company that did SAT tutoring in high school students' homes. I have never before (or since) had such an up-close view of affluent L.A. Before I started the tutoring (which was mostly a late summer/fall activity, scheduled around the SAT test dates), this company hired me to answer the phone in the office. The office was in one of the owners' apartments down in a cool part of the city. I wasn't allowed to do much, just take messages. The owner, in fact, laid me out when he heard me giving a parent a little information about what they did. I had repeated a little bit of his spiel verbatim. I had, after all, heard it a thousand times by that point.
He was an arrogant prick. Very impressed with his own masculinity and Ivy League degree. He was also a rabid fantasy baseball player. He dismissed my curiosity about it. Women couldn't possibly be interested in baseball at the level fantasy required. Certainly not mid-Atlantic educated ones, who weren't admitted to an Ivy. Or a seven sister. Or...
I worked for them for one SAT season. Never once did I ever see or experience them backing up one of their employees. They were perfectly happy to let us line up passively in front of the bus that was angry parents of lazy student's SAT scores. It was a wretched experience. If anyone wants the name of the company (they sold out to a national company, but still have the same set-up), do let me know. I know, given the current economic situation in the U.S., there are lots of people who need jobs. If you'd like one that will make you feel like shit, let me know and I'll hook you up.
I left the bad company and went to work for a much more pleasant one (who did the same thing(ish) in a mini-mall east of downtown). Company II was owned by and catered exclusively to Taiwanese immigrants. Laying the weird meat buns I would sometimes get as gifts aside (but not those lovely red envelopes with money), it was a nice thing to do for the rest of my graduate school summers.
I held onto baseball past that. I hoped with the Braves every year. Felt very sad the summer of 1994. Got back my joy with the Braves World Series of 1995. Teresa and I went to Angels games, mixed in a Braves/Dodgers game here and there. We also took time out to go to minor league ball in the Cal League.
My favorite experience was attending a game at the home of the Stockton Ports (now the Mudville Nine) and winning a six pack of pickled peppers. What was not to like?
The 2002 series was unbelievable. We breathed in and out with each pitch. We named our new cat Halo.
Then, a few years ago, Ivy-jerk notwithstanding, I started playing fantasy baseball. First, I played for free (with strangers) on Yahoo. Then I joined a money league, ran the blog league and enjoyed myself (mostly).
Last year baseball started to change for me. The money in the game has been out of control for a while. Add the drugs. What have I watched? The game itself is fine. MLB far from it.
Was Mark Lemke the last clean player? Maybe Tim Salmon? Bob Horner? Bib Gibson? Did Bart Giamatti's untimely death ruin it for good?
When I think about my sadness around baseball--and it is surely there--some of it is tied up in fantasy. The baseball blog league (which was terrifically fun) never attracted enough people to keep it going (unlike it's much healthier sister blogleague football--coming soon for 09!). The pay league, into which I was invited by my brother, has gone like this:
Year 1: My dad and I agree to have a team. He does nothing except pick the team name (with which I am still saddled). I finish dead dog last. It cost me real money.
Year 2: I invite a blog-friend in. I finish tied for third. It costs me less money. Somehow, my dad gets talked into taking a team of his own. I try to help him on the phone. I try to help him in person, while we're on vacation. It's really frustrating. He finishes last.
Year 3: For some subconsciously masochistic reason, I agree to be the commissioner. I like being the commissioner in the blogleagues. This is not also true of the pay league. I also switch jobs mid-summer. Result: I finish out of the money by 1 point, I spend a lot of time I don't have entering changes for the league. Mostly though, I have my integrity questioned, am accused of using my commissioner "powers" to cheat and then have a huge fight with my brother. He tells me in the course of the fight that the guy who said I had cheated had done more for the people in the league than I would ever know. I decide to quit.
Year 4: I don't quit. I think (at the time) that I might get some love of the game back. Be easy, enjoy yourself. Today, again, my integrity is questioned because of a lopsided trade I agreed to. It was lopsided trade designed to help me next year.
But today, I keep thinking about baseball. And feeling sad. And wondering whether I should play or watch at all next year. Or the rest of this.
I can think of a few things that might help me feel better--the Ken Burns doc, some Roger Angell, some Stephen J. Gould. I'd say that I could go to a Rancho Cucamonga Quakes game, but we've had two actual earthquakes in the last three days and somehow I don't want to go to a stadium called the epicenter. Plus there's that whole--I don't like the Inland Empire much problem. My university's team is done for the year, so the *pling* of the aluminum bats can be no comfort now.
That's Bronson Arroyo, one of the guys I got in the lopsided trade. He's curently 6-5 with an ERA of 6.56. He's 6'5" and goes 195. I don't think he uses steroids. That's good, at least.
It's a beautiful game, baseball. I need to find out how to get back to its beauty.
The dirt's pretty. So's the ball. It's everything around it that's suspect.
Cue outro...
"Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio [or insert alt player, as needed]...?" I'd like some of the joy in Mudville back but am afraid there are too many strikes now.
I've always held onto baseball. I lived in DC pre-Nationals, so I didn't adopt a second team in my time there. When I moved to L.A., I adopted Honey's Angels (after I met Honey, that is) and continued to root for the Braves.
When I was in graduate school, I had a hard time my first summer finding a job. I finally landed one with a company that did SAT tutoring in high school students' homes. I have never before (or since) had such an up-close view of affluent L.A. Before I started the tutoring (which was mostly a late summer/fall activity, scheduled around the SAT test dates), this company hired me to answer the phone in the office. The office was in one of the owners' apartments down in a cool part of the city. I wasn't allowed to do much, just take messages. The owner, in fact, laid me out when he heard me giving a parent a little information about what they did. I had repeated a little bit of his spiel verbatim. I had, after all, heard it a thousand times by that point.
He was an arrogant prick. Very impressed with his own masculinity and Ivy League degree. He was also a rabid fantasy baseball player. He dismissed my curiosity about it. Women couldn't possibly be interested in baseball at the level fantasy required. Certainly not mid-Atlantic educated ones, who weren't admitted to an Ivy. Or a seven sister. Or...
I worked for them for one SAT season. Never once did I ever see or experience them backing up one of their employees. They were perfectly happy to let us line up passively in front of the bus that was angry parents of lazy student's SAT scores. It was a wretched experience. If anyone wants the name of the company (they sold out to a national company, but still have the same set-up), do let me know. I know, given the current economic situation in the U.S., there are lots of people who need jobs. If you'd like one that will make you feel like shit, let me know and I'll hook you up.
I left the bad company and went to work for a much more pleasant one (who did the same thing(ish) in a mini-mall east of downtown). Company II was owned by and catered exclusively to Taiwanese immigrants. Laying the weird meat buns I would sometimes get as gifts aside (but not those lovely red envelopes with money), it was a nice thing to do for the rest of my graduate school summers.
I held onto baseball past that. I hoped with the Braves every year. Felt very sad the summer of 1994. Got back my joy with the Braves World Series of 1995. Teresa and I went to Angels games, mixed in a Braves/Dodgers game here and there. We also took time out to go to minor league ball in the Cal League.
My favorite experience was attending a game at the home of the Stockton Ports (now the Mudville Nine) and winning a six pack of pickled peppers. What was not to like?
The 2002 series was unbelievable. We breathed in and out with each pitch. We named our new cat Halo.
Then, a few years ago, Ivy-jerk notwithstanding, I started playing fantasy baseball. First, I played for free (with strangers) on Yahoo. Then I joined a money league, ran the blog league and enjoyed myself (mostly).
Last year baseball started to change for me. The money in the game has been out of control for a while. Add the drugs. What have I watched? The game itself is fine. MLB far from it.
Was Mark Lemke the last clean player? Maybe Tim Salmon? Bob Horner? Bib Gibson? Did Bart Giamatti's untimely death ruin it for good?
When I think about my sadness around baseball--and it is surely there--some of it is tied up in fantasy. The baseball blog league (which was terrifically fun) never attracted enough people to keep it going (unlike it's much healthier sister blogleague football--coming soon for 09!). The pay league, into which I was invited by my brother, has gone like this:
Year 1: My dad and I agree to have a team. He does nothing except pick the team name (with which I am still saddled). I finish dead dog last. It cost me real money.
Year 2: I invite a blog-friend in. I finish tied for third. It costs me less money. Somehow, my dad gets talked into taking a team of his own. I try to help him on the phone. I try to help him in person, while we're on vacation. It's really frustrating. He finishes last.
Year 3: For some subconsciously masochistic reason, I agree to be the commissioner. I like being the commissioner in the blogleagues. This is not also true of the pay league. I also switch jobs mid-summer. Result: I finish out of the money by 1 point, I spend a lot of time I don't have entering changes for the league. Mostly though, I have my integrity questioned, am accused of using my commissioner "powers" to cheat and then have a huge fight with my brother. He tells me in the course of the fight that the guy who said I had cheated had done more for the people in the league than I would ever know. I decide to quit.
Year 4: I don't quit. I think (at the time) that I might get some love of the game back. Be easy, enjoy yourself. Today, again, my integrity is questioned because of a lopsided trade I agreed to. It was lopsided trade designed to help me next year.
But today, I keep thinking about baseball. And feeling sad. And wondering whether I should play or watch at all next year. Or the rest of this.
I can think of a few things that might help me feel better--the Ken Burns doc, some Roger Angell, some Stephen J. Gould. I'd say that I could go to a Rancho Cucamonga Quakes game, but we've had two actual earthquakes in the last three days and somehow I don't want to go to a stadium called the epicenter. Plus there's that whole--I don't like the Inland Empire much problem. My university's team is done for the year, so the *pling* of the aluminum bats can be no comfort now.
That's Bronson Arroyo, one of the guys I got in the lopsided trade. He's curently 6-5 with an ERA of 6.56. He's 6'5" and goes 195. I don't think he uses steroids. That's good, at least.
It's a beautiful game, baseball. I need to find out how to get back to its beauty.
The dirt's pretty. So's the ball. It's everything around it that's suspect.
Cue outro...
"Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio [or insert alt player, as needed]...?" I'd like some of the joy in Mudville back but am afraid there are too many strikes now.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
A moment about states and their flags
A co-worker of mine has a t-shirt on today. The banner on it says Hawaii (no apostrophe).
Below is this image:
Um, no. Na-uh. Nope.
T-shirt people, you're going to need to try harder. My co-worker, to her credit, seemed sanguine about the state mix-up on her shirt, when I pointed it out. (She was, no doubt, thrilled to have me, her boss, point out the error on her shirt. Thrilled all day long.)
Had I not just gotten back from Hawai'i, I wouldn't have known what the Hawai'i state flag looks like. I still would have known that the image was all kinds of wrong. Last time I checked tweren't any palmetto trees to be found in our fiftieth state.
How colonial of you, Hawai'i.
The palmetto one is South Carolina. There are palmettos there. It's a thing.
It all reminded me of the moment on Miss America: Reality Check where Miss Pennsylvania couldn't find her state flag.
Look! I found it for her. (To be fair, she did have the good grace to be chagrined afterward).
The Hawai'i/South Carolina t-shirt is what we get for outsourcing. How is someone in a third world country to know that the palm looking tree is a palmetto and has nothing to do with Hawai'i? Maybe it's because of how my mind works, but I like knowing random stuff. Not all the random stuff. Just enough that the world makes a little sense sometimes.
Knowing my state flag and noting the ones of states I visit seems the least I can do.
My honey, as a child, participated in a school performance in which a piece called "Fifty Nifty United States" was featured.
A lyrical interlude...
50 Nifty United States
from the 13 original colonies
50 nifty stars on the flag
that billow so beautifully in the breeze
Each individual state
contributes a quality that is great!
Each individual state
deserves a bow
Let's salute them now!
In alphabetical order, the kids were to shout the name of the state whose flag they were holding and raise the flag in the air. She was to be holding New Jersey. She left the flag in the cloakroom. Quoting Honey directly, "...[W]hen New Jersey's turn came, I remained quiet rather than drawing attention to the fact that I had no flag, hoping no one would notice the omission." In other words, they just went straight from New Hampshire to New Mexico. Here's my compensatory raising of the New Jersey flag:
In case you're interested, and even if you're not, here are the states I have not yet visited. My criteria for a visit? I must have at least stopped to see something somewhere in the state other than the airport. I'm on a roll, having gotten to Colorado in '07 and Hawai'i in 08.
The missing ones are: Idaho (scheduled for '09--Gem State, here I come!), Iowa, Kansas, Maine, Massachusetts, Minnesota, Nebraska, New Hampshire, North Dakota, Oklahoma, Rhode Island, South Dakota, and Washington. I should note about that last one, that in addition to my strong support of this year's Miss Washington, I regularly have dreams (like while asleep, not figurative "I-wish-I-had-been-an-astronaut" kind of aspirations) about going to the top of the Space Needle. I have NO idea why. Feel free to share out in comments how many missing states you have and/or your interpretation of my Space Needle dream.
I'll be learning the flags as I go.
Below is this image:
Um, no. Na-uh. Nope.
T-shirt people, you're going to need to try harder. My co-worker, to her credit, seemed sanguine about the state mix-up on her shirt, when I pointed it out. (She was, no doubt, thrilled to have me, her boss, point out the error on her shirt. Thrilled all day long.)
Had I not just gotten back from Hawai'i, I wouldn't have known what the Hawai'i state flag looks like. I still would have known that the image was all kinds of wrong. Last time I checked tweren't any palmetto trees to be found in our fiftieth state.
How colonial of you, Hawai'i.
The palmetto one is South Carolina. There are palmettos there. It's a thing.
It all reminded me of the moment on Miss America: Reality Check where Miss Pennsylvania couldn't find her state flag.
Look! I found it for her. (To be fair, she did have the good grace to be chagrined afterward).
The Hawai'i/South Carolina t-shirt is what we get for outsourcing. How is someone in a third world country to know that the palm looking tree is a palmetto and has nothing to do with Hawai'i? Maybe it's because of how my mind works, but I like knowing random stuff. Not all the random stuff. Just enough that the world makes a little sense sometimes.
Knowing my state flag and noting the ones of states I visit seems the least I can do.
My honey, as a child, participated in a school performance in which a piece called "Fifty Nifty United States" was featured.
A lyrical interlude...
50 Nifty United States
from the 13 original colonies
50 nifty stars on the flag
that billow so beautifully in the breeze
Each individual state
contributes a quality that is great!
Each individual state
deserves a bow
Let's salute them now!
In alphabetical order, the kids were to shout the name of the state whose flag they were holding and raise the flag in the air. She was to be holding New Jersey. She left the flag in the cloakroom. Quoting Honey directly, "...[W]hen New Jersey's turn came, I remained quiet rather than drawing attention to the fact that I had no flag, hoping no one would notice the omission." In other words, they just went straight from New Hampshire to New Mexico. Here's my compensatory raising of the New Jersey flag:
In case you're interested, and even if you're not, here are the states I have not yet visited. My criteria for a visit? I must have at least stopped to see something somewhere in the state other than the airport. I'm on a roll, having gotten to Colorado in '07 and Hawai'i in 08.
The missing ones are: Idaho (scheduled for '09--Gem State, here I come!), Iowa, Kansas, Maine, Massachusetts, Minnesota, Nebraska, New Hampshire, North Dakota, Oklahoma, Rhode Island, South Dakota, and Washington. I should note about that last one, that in addition to my strong support of this year's Miss Washington, I regularly have dreams (like while asleep, not figurative "I-wish-I-had-been-an-astronaut" kind of aspirations) about going to the top of the Space Needle. I have NO idea why. Feel free to share out in comments how many missing states you have and/or your interpretation of my Space Needle dream.
I'll be learning the flags as I go.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
How to pronounce mirounga angustirostris
Honey and I sometimes amuse ourselves with the better Google hits we get on our blogs. She gets better hits than I do, given her propensity to talk about her boobs. I get more, shall we say, esoteric, hits. Are there Celtic origins for "They Call the Wind Maria?" Someone thought that, typed it into Google and got to me. I'm the third hit on that, if you quote the song title. Short answer: I have no idea and neither does the person looking for the information if my site was their source.
Lots of hits lately on Miss Washington, her gay dads, and other related things and lots of hits on Sleep Number beds. I call things I don't like the taste of "wangy" and I've used it in a post and thusly I get hits on it.
By far the thing people seek me out most for from Google is the title of this post. I've had dozens of hits on variations of how to pronounce mirounga angustirostris (which is the Latin name of elephant seals). It hits my blog because I referenced elephant seals (and their Latin name, as I like a semi-formal blog) in a post last winter and in a separate post said something about Brett Favre not pronouncing his name right. Both of those posts are in my "trips" category. The average time on my blog for people searching for this guidance is over eight minutes. These folks WANT to know. For all I know, it's one person who really wants to know and keeps trying to find out.
So, in the spirit of Mardi Gras, rather than showing my boobs or throwing beads, I thought why not give something away of value? I took Latin in high school. I DO know the answer. Can I get a little help?
It's pronounced:
meer•onga ahn•goo•steer•oh•stris
or, you could just go with
ell•ee•fant seel
They're ok either way. I'd say that I hope things go well for your candidate today, but since everyone can't win, I'll simply say that now you know something new and that way everyone wins.
Lots of hits lately on Miss Washington, her gay dads, and other related things and lots of hits on Sleep Number beds. I call things I don't like the taste of "wangy" and I've used it in a post and thusly I get hits on it.
By far the thing people seek me out most for from Google is the title of this post. I've had dozens of hits on variations of how to pronounce mirounga angustirostris (which is the Latin name of elephant seals). It hits my blog because I referenced elephant seals (and their Latin name, as I like a semi-formal blog) in a post last winter and in a separate post said something about Brett Favre not pronouncing his name right. Both of those posts are in my "trips" category. The average time on my blog for people searching for this guidance is over eight minutes. These folks WANT to know. For all I know, it's one person who really wants to know and keeps trying to find out.
So, in the spirit of Mardi Gras, rather than showing my boobs or throwing beads, I thought why not give something away of value? I took Latin in high school. I DO know the answer. Can I get a little help?
It's pronounced:
meer•onga ahn•goo•steer•oh•stris
or, you could just go with
ell•ee•fant seel
They're ok either way. I'd say that I hope things go well for your candidate today, but since everyone can't win, I'll simply say that now you know something new and that way everyone wins.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
One MILLION Dollars
So, this guy, who's from my home state, tried to deposit a one million dollar bill in a local bank. When the teller refused to open an account for him, he became abusive and they called the cops.
The United States has never issued a one million dollar bill, just for the blog record.
The two largest bills ever offered by the Bureau of Engraving and Printing were the hundred thousand dollar bill and the ten thousand dollar bill. The B.E.P. should not, by the by, not be confused with the Mint. The Mint does the coins. And has a lame gift shop.
Here's a picture of the 10K bill:
Know who's on that bill? What, you don't recognize him? Come on! Salmon P. Chase is a household name. Still not ringing a bell? He was one of the leaders of the Free Soil movement, Lincoln's Secretary of the Treasury, and later Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. While I'm sure you're now all thinking, "oh, right HIM" here's another factoid. Chase Bank. Hokay.
You may do better with the 100K:
Wilson. As in Woodrow. It wasn't really a circulating bill, so much as it was a gold certificate, though William Jennings Bryan would have me note that it was issued (in 1934) after the gold standard was repealed. It was used for interagency exchanges of money and was orange on the reverse. Roosevelt (as in Franklin) was the man behind the 100K bill.
The 10k, really, was the biggest bill ever in circulation and featured pilgrims disembarking from the Mayflower on the reverse. The 5K bill featured James Madison and Washington resigning his Army commission. History on the money!
Nixon did away with all bills larger that $100 in 1969 to try to better control organized crime. That worked out really well for him (and us). I've long been a proponent of doing away with the $1 bill. We should use $1 coins. Oh and we should also eliminate the penny. I should stop mixing Mint issues and Engraving and Printing issues. Still, those are my money opinions and I'm standing by them. Also, we should go back to the silver standard.
Ok, maybe not, but I do like the idea of being able to go and demand silver somewhere. Hey--here's a five, gimme some silver!
When I was in college, I was friends with a number of economics majors. They contended, usually when a little drunk, that the great tragedy of my life would be not taking economics in college. (My dad sometimes contends I should have taken HOME economics in middle school. I wish I had taken typing.) My usual counter argument to the econ majors was that the tragedy of their lives was not taking philosophy. I still think I'm right, but I do wish I knew a little more about economics. Oh and there have been other tragedies more significant than my lack of economic understanding. Plus, I've read Marx and Engels. Doesn't that count for something?
I'll settle, for the moment, I guess, with knowing that there is no such thing as a million dollar bill. I wish I had a real one so I could but people I love the things they want. Lately, I've been wanting to exchange bills for another metal. Why wasn't there ever a titanium standard? I'd love to trade a slip of paper for two of these (one for me and one for my honey):
The problem is, people who sell the above want those plastic card things. I learned about that once, but have forgotten most of what I know. I seem to recall you have to use the regular money to pay back what you spent on the plastic dohickeys at some point. Like in graduate school, when I took out student loans, and was required to go to a meeting wherein the main message was "YOU HAVE TO PAY BACK YOUR LOANS." I sometimes misunderstand messages. For example, Honey and I went to see No Country for Old Men this weekend. As we were walking out of the theater, she said, "so the message of that movie is that everything is going to be ok." It was not the message I got. Maybe my college friends were right. I just reread the "Cross of Gold" speech and Bryan says nothing about titanium. I'm going to have to think on this. In the meantime, if anyone has any deep thoughts on economics or moving toward a titanium standard, please let me know.
The United States has never issued a one million dollar bill, just for the blog record.
The two largest bills ever offered by the Bureau of Engraving and Printing were the hundred thousand dollar bill and the ten thousand dollar bill. The B.E.P. should not, by the by, not be confused with the Mint. The Mint does the coins. And has a lame gift shop.
Here's a picture of the 10K bill:
Know who's on that bill? What, you don't recognize him? Come on! Salmon P. Chase is a household name. Still not ringing a bell? He was one of the leaders of the Free Soil movement, Lincoln's Secretary of the Treasury, and later Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. While I'm sure you're now all thinking, "oh, right HIM" here's another factoid. Chase Bank. Hokay.
You may do better with the 100K:
Wilson. As in Woodrow. It wasn't really a circulating bill, so much as it was a gold certificate, though William Jennings Bryan would have me note that it was issued (in 1934) after the gold standard was repealed. It was used for interagency exchanges of money and was orange on the reverse. Roosevelt (as in Franklin) was the man behind the 100K bill.
The 10k, really, was the biggest bill ever in circulation and featured pilgrims disembarking from the Mayflower on the reverse. The 5K bill featured James Madison and Washington resigning his Army commission. History on the money!
Nixon did away with all bills larger that $100 in 1969 to try to better control organized crime. That worked out really well for him (and us). I've long been a proponent of doing away with the $1 bill. We should use $1 coins. Oh and we should also eliminate the penny. I should stop mixing Mint issues and Engraving and Printing issues. Still, those are my money opinions and I'm standing by them. Also, we should go back to the silver standard.
Ok, maybe not, but I do like the idea of being able to go and demand silver somewhere. Hey--here's a five, gimme some silver!
When I was in college, I was friends with a number of economics majors. They contended, usually when a little drunk, that the great tragedy of my life would be not taking economics in college. (My dad sometimes contends I should have taken HOME economics in middle school. I wish I had taken typing.) My usual counter argument to the econ majors was that the tragedy of their lives was not taking philosophy. I still think I'm right, but I do wish I knew a little more about economics. Oh and there have been other tragedies more significant than my lack of economic understanding. Plus, I've read Marx and Engels. Doesn't that count for something?
I'll settle, for the moment, I guess, with knowing that there is no such thing as a million dollar bill. I wish I had a real one so I could but people I love the things they want. Lately, I've been wanting to exchange bills for another metal. Why wasn't there ever a titanium standard? I'd love to trade a slip of paper for two of these (one for me and one for my honey):
The problem is, people who sell the above want those plastic card things. I learned about that once, but have forgotten most of what I know. I seem to recall you have to use the regular money to pay back what you spent on the plastic dohickeys at some point. Like in graduate school, when I took out student loans, and was required to go to a meeting wherein the main message was "YOU HAVE TO PAY BACK YOUR LOANS." I sometimes misunderstand messages. For example, Honey and I went to see No Country for Old Men this weekend. As we were walking out of the theater, she said, "so the message of that movie is that everything is going to be ok." It was not the message I got. Maybe my college friends were right. I just reread the "Cross of Gold" speech and Bryan says nothing about titanium. I'm going to have to think on this. In the meantime, if anyone has any deep thoughts on economics or moving toward a titanium standard, please let me know.
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