The check is in the mail

Well, hey there people. I have been away, but now I am back. Soon I will have to go away yet again and shortly thereafter I will once again return to divulge the mysteries of the mundane and to complicate that which usually needs no explanation.

The wedding and the weekend went off without a hitch, ahem, uh but there is just one teensy detail that was overlooked before we hit the highway home. The groom asked for my memory card so he might download and print the pictures I took. He told us that he would return it the next day but he left it in his friends computer and so I am now waiting for the return of my SD card and therefore by association, so are you.

Ain't it great to have something in common.

In the last ten days or so I, like many others, have had a crash course in international economics. I have read more and understood less than at any time in my life.
One of my students, a professor of the aforementioned subject sat down with me and tried to walk me through the global ramifications of the miasma of greed and irresponsible money management. The entire time he was making everything try to fit together in a way I could understand he was also apologising because, and he put it this way: "There is no simple explanation nor resolution the awful instability of the system." Being that he has studied and worked with a Nobel prize winning economist, I have a strong tendency to believe what he says.

I also have a strong belief in another person's opinion.

"Kilgore Trout, the ornithologist's son, wrote in My Ten Years on Automatic Pilot: "The Fiduciary is a mythological bird. It has never existed in Nature, never could, never will."

Trout is the only person who ever said a fiduciary was any sort of bird. The noun (from the Latin fiducia, confidence, trust) in fact identifies a sort of Homo sapiens who will conserve the property, and nowadays especially paper or computer representations of wealth, belonging to other people, including the treasuries of their governments.

He or she or it cannot exist, thanks to the brain and the ding-dong, et cetera. So we have in this summer of 1996, rerun or not, and as always, faithless custodians of capital making themselves multimillionaires and multibillionaires, while playing beanbag with money better spent on creating meaningful jobs and training people to fill them, and raising our young and retiring our old in surroundings of respect and safety.

For Christ's sake, let's help more of our frightened people get through this thing, whatever it is.

Why throw money at problems? That is what money is for.

Should the nation's wealth be redistributed? It has been and continues to be redistributed to a few people in a manner strikingly unhelpful."

Kurt Vonnegut.

I like ice cream. Its like eating an instant smile. I am on a diet so now I have to find something else that will put a grin on my face.

My sister sent me the most kick ass care package from home. An entire box of Halloween goodies. Not just your local Milky Way and Snickers bars These are the ultimate in grotesque: Road Kill snacks, vomit pouches and spider sacks.
I am hoping that this year we can really get folks into the spirit of things.

Thanks Sis!- Answer yer goddamn phone will ya!

Time to fly. The punnery has run dry and I have used up my allotment of words for the evening.

Talk soon, real soon.