We both tasted the Bell’s Songs of Myself, but both ended up preferring the Half Acre Double Daisy Cutter. @jackieLbrewer
Delaying your midlife crisis to age 56 should enormously increase your chance of living to eleventy-one like Bilbo, right?
For the past three days the high has been supposed to be over 70 tomorrow, and each day when tomorrow comes, the high gets downgraded into the 60s. What’s up with that?
Why has the Fed been able to produce asset inflation but no price inflation for past 10 years? My guess: lack of union power and globalization are blunting transmission into wages and prices. But I don’t see an easy way to test that hypothesis.
“After having been cold for six months, I’m about ready to spend some time being warm,” I say as I crank the thermostat up to 72℉.
Of the many good things about spring, about now is when the lightening sky starts providing useful cues for waking up. If it’s still dark, I don’t need to check the time and can just go back to sleep. And if it’s getting light outside, it’s time to get up.
I went ahead and removed the link to my Google profile from the social media menu at the bottom of each page here, and removed Google+ from the list of tabs I routinely open on my browser.
The government shutdown gives renewed relevance to this 4-part series I wrote for Wise Bread at the peak of the financial crisis: Getting by without a job, part 1–losing a job
My insurance company can’t quite get my healthcare.gov application processed in time to bill me before the end of the year. But the law only guarantees coverage if I make the first payment before the end of the year. So every year I have to track down the amount and scramble to make a payment despite not having a bill.
But now I have done so for next year. Phew.
Years ago my mom gave me and my brother each one of these Missouri State Protozoa sweatshirts—which we wore together on a century bicycle ride, calling ourselves “Team Giardia.” I still have mine!