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(A conversation between the warring factions in my brain. From about an hour ago.)
Duh, it’s a screwdriver.
A flat head screwdriver.
A Sears Craftsman flat head screwdriver.
Bingo. Now, why are you holding this in your hand and staring at it so intently?
Because this Sears Craftsman flat head screwdriver is not mine.
Yes. This screwdriver isn’t mine. I mean, I found it in the bottom of my toolbox. I was looking for some electrical tape to repair my iPhone charging cable. Because I’m too cheap to buy a new one.
Yes, I have a toolbox. Mine. And I’ve got some nice tools. Only, I don’t have any Craftsman tools. I’m also too cheap to buy good quality handtools. What, am I building a skyscraper? No. I have never bought a Craftsman tool because I make do with discount store goods.
Except for this screwdriver. My lone Craftsman in a sea of cheapies.
And when I look at this tool, I can tell it’s been used. A lot. It’s not new. It’s scuffed, the handle shows traces of white paint. The tip is scratched to hell and someone has used the base to try to hammer something.
And I just remembered where I got this Sears Craftsman flat head screwdriver.
I stole it from my father.
Okay, stole is probably too strong a word, but I did lift it from his toolbox and did not return it.
I kind of feel bad about that. He used to get so ticked when his tools didn’t find their way back to his toolbox. Can you blame him?
I wish I could give it back. Only I can’t. He’s been gone for ten years and I’ve been carrying around this stolen property without even knowing I still had it.
But I do. Still have it. Now. Today. In the bottom of my toolbox, nestled next to the electrical tape and a bent hand saw blade. The saw blade is mine. All mine. Cheaply made, hence the wrinkle in the metal.
But that Sears Craftsman flat head screwdriver that came along with me from New Mexico to California. That’s a quality tool. The logo has rubbed off and the metal is a bit rusty. And it’s filled with memories, both good and bad. A lot of memories. So many I got a little lost.
What is Vanadium anyway? It says that word on the handle. Ah it’s a mineral. It’s a fancy word used to make this tool seem important. A simple Sears Craftsman flat head screwdriver.
It is kind of important, in its own way.
All photos used are Copyright © 2015 Karen Fayeth and subject to the Creative Commons license in the right column of this page. Shot with an iPhone 6 and the Camera+ app.
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This is a bear.
A chocolate bear. A delicious Lindt milk chocolate bear. A tasty holiday morsel, a gift, a happy chocolatey treat with a red bow around his tiny bearlike neck.
This bear is a survivor. It has outlasted all of the cookies, both biscochito and sugar cookies. It outlasted the holiday decorated six pack of Toblerone that was a gift from a coworker. It has outlasted all of the Christmas 2013 bits and bobs of delicious sugary treats. It has even outlasted the giant candy cane, which is always the last to be eaten around here.
Oh yes. This bear is a survivor.
The bear was gifted to The Good Man. It is The Good Man’s bear, and so by the laws of respect and decency, I have neither opened nor nibbled on the bear. Sure, by the laws of the State of California that bear is half mine to do with as I please. But I am a nice spouse and I give The Good Man the space to open and nibble on his own present first.
But this bear. It challenges me. It torments me.
There it sits in its thin gold foil, smirking at me while I rummage and forage for holiday sugar snacks that aren’t there anymore. Oh sure, I came home from work loaded with sweet meats in the week before the actual day of Christmas. We had a dedicated shelf for all of the sugary holiday yum-yums.
But they are gone. Noshed. Dispatched with.
All except this freaking smiling bear. The bear that isn’t mine but make me want to p0wn it like the little chocolately bitch that it is.
I want to bash in its little head and gobble at its ears. I want to reach into its gullet and pull out the still beating chocolate heart and bite into it with fury and insanity and let the juices dribble down my chin.
I want to fry up its little chocolatey liver and sip from its corpuscles.
Oh yes, I want, need, must have it. It vexes me. It taxes me. I shall dominate this milky chocolate bear that hails from Switzerland and mocks me and doesn’t understand the needs of a sugar fiend.
Must. Smash. Bear.
And gobble the remains.
Do you think I probably need to back off the sugar a bit? Probably need to get a few more veg in the maw and less processed sugar snax? Maybe something protein based with a little less fat? Something with actual nutritional value?
Yeah. Me too.
Happy Post-Holiday Food Hangover.
Slightly askew photo of my chocolatey prey is Copyright 2013, Karen Fayeth, and subject to the Creative Commons license in the right column of this page. Taken with an iPhone5 and a dash of maniacal insanity.
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Been reading up on this whole Facebook IPO debacle.
Oh so very ugly.
As I think about it, I am reminded of my old NMSU Finance professor Dr. Hawkins, and his Ten Investment Rules.
And so…my official comment on the FB disaster?
Keep #5 always in mind. And #7 too.
Originally posted December 29, 2010
Back in the good ol’ days, that wild time known at the 1980’s, I was full of youthful optimism, and I was attending New Mexico State University.
My undergraduate major was Finance.
Ooh, those were heady days when I wanted to be a stockbroker when I grew up. This was back before I realized that “stockbroker” and “salesman willing to sell underperforming securities to your family in order to make commission” were synonymous.
While the dream was still alive, I took courses at NMSU from some really fine professors with a lot of experience.
Among them, several courses with Dr. Lowell Catlett, now the Dean of the College Of Agriculture, and a noted expert on futures trading.
There was also both undergrad and grad level classes with Dr. Clark Hawkins, a man who had actually worked as a commodities trader on the NYSE floor. In his words, he had tried pretty much every investment vehicle out there…and lost money on ’em all.
Dr. Hawkins was a strange little man. Wiry, small of frame and nasally of voice. He referred to himself as “Uncle Hawkey.” He often told us that, as Finance students, we should have our Wall Street Journal under one arm and our financial calculator under the other.
And this was to be done while wearing a t-shirt imprinted with “Uncle Hawkey’s Ten Investment Rules”.
At the end of each semester, he gifted us with a copy of the ten rules.
Recently, I was searching around in all the old boxes under my house, picking through my crap looking for things I can sell on eBay.
How ironic, then, that I should come across my framed copy of Uncle Hawkey’s Ten Investment Rules in my search for something to sell for money.
Well, I sat down and read the rules.
Goddamn if Uncle Hawkey wasn’t right. He was right then. He’s right now. Right is right.
Now…snap your Wall Street Journal in place, put your finger over the “future value” button on your financial calculator and get set.
Uncle Hawkey’s Ten Investment Rules:
1. Don’t invest in things you don’t understand.
Ah, every single customer of Bernie Madoff…take note!
2. Remember the fundamental mathematical rule of finance.
You know what? I don’t.
I suspect this was about future value and present value of money. He was a stickler on that.
Because I understood and could calculate time value of money, I kicked the salesman’s ass when I bought my first car.
I got that salesguy demoted because he was such a dunce. Thank you Uncle Hawkey.
3. Know the difference between investment and speculation.
Oh I remember this one. I rant about this one. A lot.
Let me just say his own words, with the same shouting nasal tone…
INVESTING IN THE STOCK MARKET IS THE SAME AS GAMBLING!
If you do not think putting your money in the stock market is gambling, then you need to re-examine yourself and your money.
Sure, it may return better odds than Vegas, but not always.
For those of you wailing and gnashing your teeth in the current economic downturn because you had all your money in the stock market, I suggest you get this rule tattooed on your arm and look at it daily.
4. Don’t invest or speculate in financial securities that you can’t easily find quotes on.
Dangling participle notwithstanding….Uncle Hawkey was right.
Once again, I’m looking at you friends of Mr. Madoff….paging investors of Mr. Madoff….
5. Don’t buy a closed end fund on initial offering.
Oh yes, everyone gets oh so very excited about IPO’s. Especially during the dot com boom of the early 2000’s.
Look how well that worked out for most people.
But Uuuuuncle Haaaawwwkkkey, people in his class would wail…what about _____ and they’d name some company.
And by tracking the history of the stock price, he’d show them how they were wrong. How the price would be driven up on IPO and would, over time, settle back down.
He recommended waiting out an IPO for a company you liked, and buying the shares after the initial flurry of the IPO wore off and the stock had settled down.
6. Be skeptical of people who say they can forecast the future.
Well, if more folks did this, then people like Jim Cramer would be a lot less interesting, wouldn’t they?
7. Don’t do business with a man you can’t trust.
Too true. I would also substitute “man” with “company.”
(And for 2012 I would substitute “man” with “egomaniacal manchild“)
And yet…how many of us do anyway? (*coff* AT&T *coff* Comcast *coff*)
Honestly…it’s getting a lot harder to find honesty these days.
8. If the brokers are pushing it hard, it probably should be avoided.
So simple. So true. Yet….
Paging followers of Mr. Madoff!
(seeing a trend here?)
9. Long range planning gives the dangerous notion that the future is under control.
Oooh, this one hurts.
Remember how great things felt in, oh, say mid-2008? When we all had some money and maybe a big mortgage on a great house and the financial future looked, well…bright?
I broke this one. Uncle Hawkey, wherever in the world you are now, I give it up to you.
You knew. You always knew.
10. Don’t lose money.
Well sh*t. I broke this one too.
However. Slowly but surely, it’s coming back.
Because Uncle Hawkey warned us about short term and long term.
My wise investments will, eventually, find their way home.
11. (Bonus rule) Remember Rule 10
And so…as we slowly but surely dig our way out of these ugly financial times…
May we all remember Rule #10
Thank you Uncle Hawkey.
As a post script…
In my senior year of undergrad, Uncle Hawkey decided to go on a sabbatical from teaching.
He invited us, the students that he had so tortured, to join him for happy hour at El Patio. Ah, that venerable old Mesilla Plaza bar (former home office of the Butterfield Stage).
Uncle Hawkey slapped down a credit card and said we could have all the beer we wanted. Nothing else. Only beer.
Oh, the pitchers flowed that day, and Uncle Hawkey paid for it all.
Maybe all of us college students were, on that day, a good investment.
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According to the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, a towel is the most “massively useful” thing you can bring along when you are traveling.
I suppose that covers all of the galaxy except that unique corner of the universe known as Singapore.
In Singapore, the tissue pack is king.
You see, the restaurants in Singapore don’t provide napkins and the bathrooms don’t have paper towels.
So every true Singaporean keeps a small pack of tissue handy in pocket or purse because some of the best food available involves getting your hands pretty dirty.
But the humble tissue pack is more than just a clean up device. It’s a calling card, perhaps better described as a place holder.
In the many Hawker Centers in Singapore serving up fabulous street food, things can get pretty busy, especially at lunchtime. There are usually a lot of tables, but they fill up quickly.
The best way to hold an open table while you order up your food is to lay a tissue pack on the table or seat.
I’m totally serious.
There is a social contract amongst the people of Singapore that says if a table has a tissue pack laying on it, that table is reserved. And everyone honors this.
No one simply pushes the tissue pack away and sits down. The tissue pack carries clout.
I was told that the tissue pack hold can last for at least a half hour or possibly longer.
And then once you get your heaping plate of chilli crab you settle into your saved seat and dig in to crack claws and legs and extract every savory morsel. The tissues are there to help you clean up.
Tissue packs are relatively cheap if you buy them in a drug store, like five cents a pack, but so valuable that it’ll run you up to a Sing Dollar (about .80 US) if you forgot your pack and have to buy one there at the Hawker Center.
It’s best not to show up unprepared.
Oh yes, in Singapore the most massively useful thing is a good clean supply of tissue packs.
Image from the Musings on Communication blog.
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I did this with a LOT of mixed emotions.
Regular readers will remember that last February I had one of my photographs swiped by the San Francisco Giants organization. They deliberately cropped off the copyright watermark and used my image for a Valentine’s Day ecard.
One little blogger up against an MLB Franchise.
I was unhappy, and then I had to become Zen about it.
With that in mind, I seriously believe SOMETHING needs to be done about IP theft on the internet.
To quote the well known New Mexican pundit, Heath Haussamen, on his site NMPolitics.net:
“While protecting intellectual property rights is a worthy goal, this legislation is not the way to do it.”
As originally drafted, the legislation was, in my opinion, “right idea, wrong implementation.”
As of yesterday, the White House said that bills in that current state would get vetoed, and so perhaps there is hope.
It’s hard for me to trust that this current sitting Congress will do the right thing when partisan squabbles separate them on almost every issue imaginable.
So for now we wait, and hope that the needs of IP protection and the needs of free speech can find a comfortable place to meet. And maybe have a cup of coffee and a scone.
Find out more at americancensorship.org or the video below.