jjhalloween (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jjhalloween) wrote,@ 2009-03-07 20:17:00 |
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Finances, Obama, pizza, plans
To start with, this Daily Show confirms what I already suspected: No one understands the financial crisis. It is ultimately inscrutable, resulting as it does from essentially chaotic systems colliding with each other. If you claim to understand it, you aspire to an suprahuman level of comprehension and I, for one, believe you are full of shit.
Also, the guys running these companies are crooks. I say: Lock 'em up, nationalize their companies, and hope for the best. Anything's got to be better than giving these assholes more money.
Aside from this, I think Obama is doing a heckuva job, and David Brooks' fluttery fulminations confirm it. Obama has, in his six weeks in office, reversed the global gag rule on abortion counseling; reinstated government funding for embryonic stem cell research; revived the Endangered Species List; halted DEA raids on medical-marijuana cooperatives in California; and, um, add to the list as you see fit. Admittedly, a lot of these amount to reversing Bush administration policies, but that's great. If all Obama does is turn back the clock eight years, I'll still be absurdly happy.
Moving on from national politics, I made a lot of pizza today. While I know that pizza is not the most interesting topic in the world, I'd nevertheless like to point out that making pizza is more difficult than you think. That damned toss. All in the wrist, or so I'm told. Anyway, I made like, 120 pizzas today.
I was not accepted to the University of Iowa. This is not surprising, and as I've said before, I don't expect to be accepted to the University of Washington, either, because I don't feel my application was actually very good.
This leaves me several options. I could simply wait, write some new short stories, work on the analytical essay, and reapply this year with considerably stronger submissions and in-state tuition should I be accepted.
I like this in many respects. I still want to work as a writer. However, the thought of making pizza for the next year pains me, and so I think I will both reapply to grad school and seek a teaching certificate beginning this fall.
Okay, enough. I got beer to drink. Salud!
To start with, this Daily Show confirms what I already suspected: No one understands the financial crisis. It is ultimately inscrutable, resulting as it does from essentially chaotic systems colliding with each other. If you claim to understand it, you aspire to an suprahuman level of comprehension and I, for one, believe you are full of shit.
Also, the guys running these companies are crooks. I say: Lock 'em up, nationalize their companies, and hope for the best. Anything's got to be better than giving these assholes more money.
Aside from this, I think Obama is doing a heckuva job, and David Brooks' fluttery fulminations confirm it. Obama has, in his six weeks in office, reversed the global gag rule on abortion counseling; reinstated government funding for embryonic stem cell research; revived the Endangered Species List; halted DEA raids on medical-marijuana cooperatives in California; and, um, add to the list as you see fit. Admittedly, a lot of these amount to reversing Bush administration policies, but that's great. If all Obama does is turn back the clock eight years, I'll still be absurdly happy.
Moving on from national politics, I made a lot of pizza today. While I know that pizza is not the most interesting topic in the world, I'd nevertheless like to point out that making pizza is more difficult than you think. That damned toss. All in the wrist, or so I'm told. Anyway, I made like, 120 pizzas today.
I was not accepted to the University of Iowa. This is not surprising, and as I've said before, I don't expect to be accepted to the University of Washington, either, because I don't feel my application was actually very good.
This leaves me several options. I could simply wait, write some new short stories, work on the analytical essay, and reapply this year with considerably stronger submissions and in-state tuition should I be accepted.
I like this in many respects. I still want to work as a writer. However, the thought of making pizza for the next year pains me, and so I think I will both reapply to grad school and seek a teaching certificate beginning this fall.
Okay, enough. I got beer to drink. Salud!
