A picture is worth a thousand words. Yes, well. I am having Technical Difficulty. That is why I am purposefully looking for a partner. ”All things being equal,” what pussy-footing equivocator came up with THAT qualifier? All things are NEVER equal. Or, FINE . . . all things being equal, I’ll take a Great Man. With technical aptitude.
I watched an interview of author Paul Theroux on C-SPAN awhile back, who had elected against incorporating photographs that would detract from “purple prose.” A thousand words, it is . . . a little over 900 to go.
If the photos would have uploaded cooperatively . . . after I actually remembered to charge the camera batteries and bothered to take the photos . . . they would have depicted an electronic fork, a fireplace remote control and a laundry room wall hanging that spells out l-a-u-n-d-r-y. That’s it . . . an item that someone thought to manufacture and that someone DID manufacture and that someone thought to buy and that someone DID buy. And, I suspect, that someone else received as a gift whereupon the recipient uttered to themselves a heartfelt, “You shouldn’t have . . . really.”
By electronic fork, I mean a long handled fork with a digital temperature gauge in the handle. Presumably, sticking this fork in cooking meat will see the meat’s interior temperature travel up the fork frame and register on a digital thermometer, OR, maybe one sets the digital thermometer to what constitutes DONE and the fork beeps when the meat has attained target temperature. I couldn’t say for sure — I have never seen that widget before.
A remote control FOR A GAS FIREPLACE? Dispensing with the gathering of wood and the building/maintaining of a fire is not the Super Duper level of New & Improved. No siree, now ya don’t even gotta get up and walk across the room. Ingenious. Well done. You shouldn’t have . . . really.
If Americans will correct rather than camouflage their economy, they will get serious about getting Back To Basics.
‘Days of Wine and Roses’ sounds good, does it not? Watch the movie. Substance Abuse, thy other name is Conspicuous Consumption. Believe you me, I know a Last Gasper when I meet one.
We hit bottom, or we continue the run. The former is a bitch, and the latter is worse. The upside of hitting a real bottom instead of scraping along false bottom after contrived bottom is that the people who contributed most to the crisis in which we “find” ourselves will take the biggest hit.
As they should. Consequences R Teachers.
These are not Conspicuous Consumption Days. Unless it’s in the Third World. The G-20 leaders couldn’t have been more crass about developing nations needing to step up to the consumption plate. You bet. That’s a lotta cell phones and overpriced sneakers and torn jeans. And a lotta Starbucks and McDonalds and Exxon Mobil. If we leave the Ruling Elite to their machinations, the Average American’s standard of living will stagnate while BILLIONS of people catch up the new-fashioned way . . . by taxpayer-funded government largesse.
For Americans, these are Days of Belt Tightening, Recycling, Reconstituting and Repairing.
Americans are not obliged to surrender Greatness, just because Connivers would trade it for personal gain.
Fewer than 525 words. UNDER budget, what a concept.