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Monday, August 31, 2009

August 31, 2009


           Here is a robot submarine. It's from the Debian competition. I don't really follow this topic since the gear is way out of my price league. Notice the lack of a tether. That's what makes it a robot.


           Hello? Hello? Turns out the trouble with my left ear is not imaginary. Gee, Doctor, after the operation, will I be able to play the violin? I have a curved ear canal and I had to go to a specialist to find out. Funny how at the height of my loss I had no difficultly hearing bull donkey from across the room. Well, loss sounds severe, it is more like something drowning out rather than blocking. I’m about to get irrigated, insert old joke here.
           A local talent agency contacted me today, but not for a lead role. It seems they fired a secretary recently who trashed them on-line. These Internet complaint lines are a scam, but they hire professionals to keep their web site on the first page of any search. And they want an extortionary amount of money to remove the slur. Today’s deadbeats are www.complaint.com. Every search on the victim produces a warning on the same page. I had the unpleasant task of explaining all this. I've heard this outfit files false complaints and extorts money--and it is run by a lawyer.
           There is no way to tell if these malicious posts hurt business. These outfits prey upon the imagination of the wronged party that business is suddenly bad. One of the best tactics is to post a rebuttal to the original, since it usually appears right below any single incident comment (most people don’t read much further even if the OP pursues the issue). This particular instance caught my attention because the lady that posted the malicious complaint is somebody I recognize. She is a shriveled up old bag, around 56, who bills herself as 43, give us a break. And her son is a lawyer.

           The month wraps up with a lot of disappointment. The two programming guys never came back, the drumbox dude says no deal, and an opportunity to work with some surveillance equipment never materialized. And, when it is all said and done, I lost $1.00 from business. Not bad considering, but the second loss month in a row ever. It was swamped by Bingo and other income although that still leaves it an evil omen. I cannot afford a third consecutive month of loss, no matter how small.

           While continuing to study exchange rates looking for indicators I discover most fluctuations require a combination of inputs from both countries, with one exception: nationalization. Should a county arbitrarily nationalize even one industry, my formulas don’t work. The good news is neither do anyone else's. But that does not mean the exchange rates are entirely random. There is always politics.
           In Canada the banks are already government entities and in America, bailouts amount to much the same thing. Both spell inefficiency. Here's a factoid. The Labor Party (1925) in England wanted to nationalize the coal industry. The logic is that this move would do away with the deadweight which was causing all the problems.
           Today’s trivia is how deadweight was defined in the 1920s. It was believed that a government takeover would force into productive occupations the “unnecessary” people such as stockholders, selling staff, managers and investors, all of whom “lived without working”. The old fat gets replaced by the new fat. Out go the staff, in move the bureaucrats, with their hordes of dedicated hard-working staff. And where does the Canadian government recruit all these dedicated workers? From that mind-boggling wellspring of truly astounding productivity: French Canada.

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