Vagrant birds and fast food relationships

Are your local libraries plagued by vagrant, troublemaking, homeless birds panhandling for food?:

Have you become such a fan of fast food joints that you look for a partner who will make your last name almost famous [read: Kimberly Burgner-King]?:

They had planned to hold their wedding reception at McDonald’s but, thanks to the kind folks at Burger King, everyone is invited for three hours of all-you-can-eat burgners and frnies on 11th Oct. 2012 at a Burger King of Kimberly’s choosing, served by Elvnis Preslney, of course.

In desperate times…

In a last-ditch effort to save his reelection chances, Obama announced today that the U.S. government was declaring a total amnesty on all college student loans, effectively cancelling them immediately in exchange for those with student loans to perform a minimum of two years of voluntary service for the U.S. government hand-building bridges, roads and other infrastructure in order to make way for the mandatory massive reeducation of all unemployed U.S. citizens.

Hillary Clinton said it was the best deal she could get for the American people to save this country by keeping large-scale manufacturing in Chinese hands and, at the same time, honour one of China’s leaders, Mao, by forcing the American people into the 21st century using tactics similar to Mao’s Great Leap Forward and the Cultural Revolution.

Those who refuse the education will be sent to Chinese factories to endure real hardships while traveling in real hard ships over a rough Pacific Ocean.

Long live the Revolution!  Calloused hands are the sign of weak, backward workers! REEDUCATE!

More as it develops!

Two data points

Would you believe that Vladimir Putin is a big fan of the actor, Jeff Daniels?

Yes, it is true.  Putin admits privately that his latest stunt, flying with cranes, was inspired by a film starring Jeff Daniels, Fly Away Home.

Men quit jobs due to Internet addiction but deny they’re asexual, claim it’s just a cat infection problem — news at 12, 1, 4, 5, 5:30, 6, 6:30, 8, 9, 9:30, 10, 10:30, 11, 11:30, 12…as soon as Tom Brokaw wakes up from his sleeping pill addiction, that is.

Drum roll, please!

Wake us up after the ECB finishes its latest fruitless fishing expedition — you won’t find many appetising meals in the EU economy.

Fifty years until the next generation of real innovation?

I’m floating in a thought set of two Thai teas right now so my ability to pull memories out of the nether reaches of the brain is muddled.

What is the difference between idol worshipers and the idolised?

What makes groups of people find true innovation?

Imagine the following conversation…

= = = = =

Today, we have brought together some of the brilliant geniuses of the past (as opposed to the non-brilliant ones, that is) — Tesla, Eastman, Marconi, Edison, Nakamatsu, Einstein, Khayyám, Curie — in order to find out their thoughts about today’s revolution in technology.

Moderator: “Gentlemen and lady, welcome.”

All: “Thank you.”

Moderator: “During this time of year, technology vendors tell us about their latest offerings in the open market.  We’d like your opinions about their engineering achievements.”

Curie: “I am a scientist, not an engineer.”

Einstein: “Me, too.”

Moderator: “No problem.  We only want your opinion about the practical applications of research you performed in your lifetimes.”

Curie: “Please proceed, Monsieur.”

Moderator: “Thank you.  Over the past few days, we have seen many devices demonstrated by company executives that are meant to simplify…”

Eastman: “Are you saying that executives themselves are simplifying something?”

Moderator: “No.  Let me finish and you see what I am trying to say.”

Edison:  “As both inventor and company man, I can tell you that simplifying your work for the public is no easy challenge.  Why, look at Tesla here.  Does anyone remember who he is.  I bet Westinghouse would have a thing or two to add if he were he.  By the way, where is he?”

Moderator: “Well, we put out a call for him but instead, strangely enough, we received an RSVP from a musical act calling itself AC/DC.”

Edison: “Very interesting.  Yet, you also invited me.  Were you trying to send a message?”

Marconi: “Who, me?”

Moderator: “No.  Please let me continue…”

Curie: “Gentlemen.  Let our moderator finish what he had to say.”

Moderator: “Thank you.  Anyway, we have a lot of devices to talk about so I’ll get right to it.  We have placed on the table in front of you several of the latest products — some of them still in the prototype stage — that we would like you to comment upon.  Let’s start with this one, the Motorola Droid Razr Maxx HD.  Who would like to comment first?”

Tesla: “Okay, I will bite.  What is this interesting toy?”

Moderator: “This is a mobile phone.”

Tesla:  “A phone, you say?  Where is the receiver?”

Moderator: “Well, that’s the thing, sir.  You see, it is the receiver.”

Tesla: “A-ha.  I see this is like a tiny television, is it not?”

Moderator: “Yes.  Good analogy.  You’ll also be glad to know that it uses wireless technology to send and receive radio signals…”

Marconi:  “A wireless?  Why didn’t you say so?  How do you power this device?”

Moderator: “With a battery.”

Edison: “AC or DC current?”

Moderator: “DC.”

Edison: “Very exciting.  I can see why Westinghouse chose not to show up.  What about this musical act, AC/DC?  Did they finally decline the invitation?”

Moderator: “No, they decided to show up by proxy.  Here, let me show you.  Mr. Marconi, if you will hand me the phone…?”

Marconi: “Certainly.”

Moderator: “I’ll just bring up the music app…”

Eastman: “‘Music app’?”

Moderator: “Oh, sorry.  This phone has its own built-in memory…uh, well, not unlike camera film…”

Eastman: “Really?”

Moderator: “No…I mean…well, Ms. Curie, your research into radioactivity, combined with Einstein’s work on relativity, has opened up many engineering and science fields, including work on erasable memory.”

Tesla: “You can erase memories now?  Fascinating…”

Moderator: “Well, not human memories, I mean…”

Tesla: “Oh?  Well, that’s too bad.  Imagine being able to erase ordinary memories from your mind so you could create more room for important research…”

Moderator: “Anyway, let’s get back on schedule.  Inside this phone, like most of the devices we’ll review today, are miniaturised computing and memory units, not unlike the analog computers some of you are familiar with.  Back to the demo!  Here is what the rock band AC/DC sounds like…” [plays “Back in Black” by AC/DC]

Einstein: “Very interesting use of distortion…”

Moderator: “Yes, these are electrified instruments.  If you gather closer, you can see the band performing.”

Curie:  “Looks like that young man is wearing his pants a little short, n’est pas?”

Einstein: “I am impressed that the men can see what they’re playing with their hair so long.”

Moderator: “Yes, I understand what you mean.  Anyway, let’s move on.  Here is the next device, the Nokia Lumia 920.”

Tesla: “Why is it sitting on that little hot plate?”

Moderator: “Well, sir, this is exactly the sort of thing I thought you’d appreciate.  The ‘hot plate,’ as you call it, is a wireless charger for the battery.”

Tesla: “Wireless electricity?!  If I was still alive, I would be sainted for this, wouldn’t I?”

Moderator: “Yes, sir.  In fact, there is a movement to do just that.”

Tesla:  “All those years in isolation, fearing that no one would understand me in this or any century, let alone on this planet…”

Moderator: “And for you, Mr. Eastman, this phone has a camera.”

Eastman: “What do you mean?”

Moderator: “In fact, there are two cameras, one that faces away from you and one that faces you, which detects your face and will turn off if you stop looking at it.”

Eastman: “Amazing.  But this is all it can do?”

Moderator: “We have more product offerings to show you from manufacturers such as LG, HTC, Amazon and Apple…we can get to those later.  So far, what do you think about our incredible technical achievements?”

Einstein: “I don’t know.  I mean, we had telephones and cameras in my day…”

Tesla: “And I demonstrated wireless radio so long ago…”

Marconi: “No, I did.”

Tesla: “Whatever you choose to believe is up to you…”

Curie: “But what do they do, exactly?”

Moderator: “Madame, these devices — the smartphones and tablets, as we call them — allow scientists and doctors from around the world to gather together in realtime.”

Eastman: “So you have solved the problem of teleportation?”

Edison: “Yes, has the ultimate goal that us scientists, engineers and inventors kept from the public — traveling through space and time — reached fruition?”

Moderator: “Not exactly.  Check this out.  You can see one another’s faces and hear your voices nearly instantaneously, though.”

Tesla: “And all this takes place wirelessly?”

Moderator: “Yes.”

Tesla: “This is all you have achieved in the decades since I’ve been gone?”

Moderator: “Well, not exactly.  We have sent men to the moon…”

Curie: “No women?”

Moderator: “That’s right.  But more than one woman has gone into outer space…”

Curie: “…and cured cancer by now, I imagine.”

Moderator: “Not exactly.”

Together: A collective sigh.

Tesla: “So what you’re saying is that the work we’ve done is just being worked and reworked all over again, combining and recombining the hard years of research for which we sacrificed our lives, our reputations, our…”

Einstein: “Precisely my thoughts.  I suppose by now someone has absolutely proved or, God forbid, disproved my theories and moved on to more important science?”

Moderator: “Not exactly.”

Einstein: “I see.”

Nakamatsu: “You may think that these are unimportant achievements but I can tell you that the research does not progress as fast as you think it does.  Just like in your day, there is so much competition that a lot of redundancy prevents inventors like us from making significant progress.”

Khayyám: “These smartphones, as you call them.  What else can they do?  The tablets appear to be a magic slate of some kind.”

Moderator: “Yes, sir.  Let me show something that you might find interesting, as simple as it seems to us today — the graphing calculator function.  You just plug in the formula here…and a graph of the formula, or function, is displayed there.”

Khayyám: “Wonderful, wonderful.  It is poetry in motion!”

Tesla: “The more I see these things, the more I ask myself whether you have carried my research to its conclusion.  Can you control minds with these smartphones?  Is there a universal mind behind them?”

Moderator: “Sort of.  Some people call it the web browser-based search engine.  Others call it wikipedia, baidu or google.”

Khayyám: “‘Google’?  Is that a mathematical term?”

Moderator: “In a way, yes.  Some say it is an intentional misspelling of the word ‘googol,’ one followed by 100 zeroes.”

Khayyám: “So the universal mind is truly mathematical?  It is just as I thought.  I can return to my eternal meditation upon the true meaning of the philosophical poet who dabbles in mathematics.”

Moderator: “Well, that’s about all the time we have.  What I’m gathering from you is an intriguing mix of disappointment and satisfaction.”

Tesla: “Yes, your devices are fun to look at.  However, where are the brilliant minds of today?  Have they not advanced science any further?  Are they just building upon our old research?”

Einstein: “I suppose the atomic bomb is a thing of the past by now, given what you’ve shown us, opening up young people across the world to break down barriers of ignorance and connecting together their joy and vigour, ridding the world of unnecessary violence.  No, wait, don’t say it!”

Moderator and Einstein in unison: “Not exactly.”

Moderator: “Thanks again for joining us.  Since it seems I have not completely impressed you with our ‘all-in-one’ devices, let’s reconvene in…let’s say, oh, another 100 years and see if I can’t knock your socks off, as the saying goes.”

Curie: “Don’t call me until you’ve found a cure for radiation poisoning.”

Tesla: “Don’t bother me until they’ve found more practical applications for my inventions like mind control or creating earthquakes to move mountains.”

Khayyám: “Call me anytime but give me more time to wake up from my meditative sleep, next time.”

Einstein: “Hey, if you don’t have to put me back to sleep right now, I won’t complain.”

Nakamatsu: “Wasn’t the floppy disk a great invention?  I thought so.  The tiny memory card there is not so different, is it?  Let me show you what I think it’ll turn into next…”

Edison: “I want to know one thing.  How many iterations will it take until those things are so tiny they’ll fit inside your ear where DC power is the only way to go?  Take that, Westinghouse, wherever you are!”

Marconi: “I’m with Tesla on this one, despite our previous differences.”

Tesla: “It’s about time…”

Moderator: “Yes, the concept of time is still something we share in common.  Until next time, dear readers!”

 

Just Another Gnome, Elf, Ogre, Dwarf or Fairy Tale

From watching a film titled “Monsters” that started in San Jose, Central America, to earthquakes that take place in San Jose, Costa Rica, we find instantaneous coincidental incidences that drive our storytelling off the charts.

Do you want your STEM experts/geniuses to gather their education on the spur-of-the-moment JIT (or JIT) need or do you want them to be SMEs or members of SMEs for SMEs on the spot, all the time?

Again, look at what South Korea is doing.

Business and wealth accumulation are just one of the many religions on this planet but not the only ones.

I have bowed to the gods of business — Dale Carnegie, Jack Welch, Bill Gates and Steve Jobs — but I hesitate to bend over for any of them anymore, now that my pile of gold is big enough and tall enough to stand on its own and look me in the eye.

My newfound wealth is the joy of discovering life around me that has no ties to wealth accumulation — the joy of idleness.

There is peace in sitting still and listening to the sounds of the universe.

But I have no offspring to protect and nurture, no legacy to protect, I remind myself, so my goals, or lack of them, are not yours.

I have let the whirlwinds of your desire for power and wealth drag me into your business, which is indeed very entertaining and quite honestly a change from day after day of hours of meditation on the meaning of a piece of lint on another planet.

It is easy to see how managing a species of 7+ billion can be thrilling, even seductive.

My life is limited and slipping away, lost temporarily in your world of political maneuverings and power struggles.

I have watched the invention of the computer change very little in 50 years — going back and forth from one version of the dumb terminal

to another

ooh…look, honey, they’ve reduced a desktop computer down to the size of a handheld writing tablet with text too tiny to read with these middle-aged eyes!  And now it’s wireless!  Whoo-hoo!  Break out the moonshine — they’re calling ’em phablets now!!!  Why, afore you know it, they’ll figure out how to convert my blood straight to pure grain alcohol without the need o’ swallowin’ the dadgum rotgut to begin with.  Maybe even keep muh liver from picklin’, too!  Yee-haw!

Oh well, I’m just happy that there are young people today who care about formal education in moderation while keeping their eye on the big picture, whatever that means to them — advancing the field of pure science or working on the latest smartphone app for pure profit, or doing nothing at all, if they so please, living on the dole and telling each other tall tales (“Yes, I ran an ultramarathon in under 2 hours but the government wants to keep it a secret because I’m a special agent keeping you safe from invisible aliens.”).

The Uncool Factor

Do you watch minitrends come and go, wishing you’d joined in or at least made some snarky comment at the end of a news article about one?

Trendspotting is as much a trendy habit amongst the chattering classes as trainspotting used to be amongst the pocket watch clattering crowds.

Rich or poor, famous or obscure, we live and die, don’t we, as trends pass us by?

Billions of heads bobbing up and down in the soup of life we call our planetary atmosphere.

Will South Koreans stop chasing advanced college degrees in order to get good paying jobs because there aren’t enough jobs for people with tonnes of knowledge shoved into their neurons?

Will the U.S. continue to see a rise in minimum-wage jobs that count toward full employment, even if the workers themselves are underemployed?

How long can the billions, many climbing up to minimum wage jobs and many falling down into minimum wage jobs, survive on promises until the equilibrium is unethically inequal?  Promises compared to what?

These questions I ponder as I process the information I read from a product announcement made earlier today in New York City.

Plenty of people seemed desperate to tell me how great the newest Nokia smartphones will be in someone’s life, if not mine.

It was like listening to futurists tell me they were finally delivering the promises of yesterday’s future visions — flying cars, elevators to the Moon and immortality — that had already fallen out of fashion, no matter how fascinating, technically speaking.

All in a platform that seemed like something I’d seen before…iPod nano:

Versus the latest announcement, the Nokia Lumia 920:

What, no click wheel?  lol

Anyway, looks like the Ballmer/Elop/Harlow ship continues to spring leaks, but not the good kind.  Innovation is not the same as the “cool factor” that eludes many companies unaware of or unable to capture the zeitgeist for their personal use when trying to wow us with unavailable gizmos not a part of our general social sphere.

I think my mind is made up (and I don’t have a mind!) — without pricing or release date for the Nokia/Windows8 phones to go on, and the Nokia 800/900 being a Windows 7 deadend (or nearly so), I’m throwing my money at Samsung and one of its smartphones — probably the Galaxy SIII but possibly the Note II because having a phablet is the whole point of my venture into the smartphone world.

[And Hezbollah, you can kick my shiny, white Aston Martin.]

Middle class or not — you decide…

Reposted from here:

 

Why you’re not actually poor

 

By Kimberlee Stiens, LearnVest

In the “Money Mic” series, LearnVest hands over the podium to someone with a strong opinion on a financial topic. Today, LearnVest reader Kimberlee Stiens explains what she thinks it means to actually be poor – and why most of us aren’t.

I am sick of hearing about the trials and tribulations of the middle class.

Politicians constantly talk about strengthening the middle class (which is shrinking) or accuse their opponents of waging war on it, when I think the middle class, on the whole, has little cause to complain.

I’ve seen women on LearnVest and in my daily life complain about making $40,000 a year, saying that’s not enough to support themselves (to which I would add: “in the lifestyle to which they’ve become accustomed”).

The poverty line in America is $22,350 a year … for a family of four. In 2010, a full 15 percent of Americans lived below this threshold. Most American adults will live below that threshold for at least one year of their lives.

That’s why I think we need to change the way we talk about being poor or middle class.

I know because I grew up poor

I became middle class for the first time ever only about a year ago. I grew up fairly poor, my father being generally unable to keep a job and my mother not having legal standing to work in this country. (Complicated story, but she’s Canadian and only recently got U.S. residency. I think she always intended to go back there.) I graduated college with some $60,000 in student loans and a temporary internship position for a congressional campaign paying $250 a week. At least it came with free housing.

I graduated with a degree in political science and wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, but was mostly looking for office jobs. When I started college, I harbored the same illusions as the rest of my graduating class: We were freshmen in 2004, when almost all undergrads could count on getting a job after graduation, and we finished college in the middle of the Great Recession.

After the congressional campaign, I worked at a fast-food restaurant for two years while constantly applying for office jobs. I made no more than $10 an hour, with no benefits. So when I managed to get an internship in Washington, D.C., working for the Marijuana Policy Project, I jumped on it. I worked for $9 an hour until I was promoted to my first full-time, salaried position as a membership assistant, at $35,000 a year, with paid vacation and health benefits.

Finally, at age 25, I was middle class, but I didn’t know it yet.

It’s our choices that define us

I work at a nonprofit, a sector where salaries are notoriously low. Yet most of my peers here make at least $30,000 yearly. We all have health care and other benefits.

After I started my job, I realized that, for the first time,my life was no longer about what I could and couldn’t afford. It was about how I chose to spend my money. I could no longer blame the externalities of a cruel world for keeping me down.

Now I’m the office manager and executive assistant to our executive director at the same organization where I had my first internship. I make $39,000 a year (I negotiated my raise!), and live in Washington, D.C., one of the most expensive housing markets in the country. I’m paying off my student loans, and I’m doing fine.

Given that I encounter more than one panhandler on my walk to work each day, it seems delusional that anyone complains that $35,000 a year makes them poor. I live in D.C. and work on the Hill, where there’s a culture of made-up poverty. Many staffers work long hours and live in shared housing, but they all tend to make salaries of at least $25,000 with health benefits (and they have plenty of opportunity to move up after they put in their time). Everyone complains about being poor, but then they go out to drinks each week.

It’s not that they have it easy. They just don’t understand how much easier they have it than some.

Try another perspective

I’m not trying to diminish anyone’s experience. I know that dipping below a standard of living you’ve always enjoyed will feel pretty crappy. My point is that, comparatively speaking, it’s not actually all that crappy. Many middle class people, particularly those who have never really been poor, don’t seem to see that there’s a whole other side to the economy that they never experience, like a writer who struggles to pay for friends’ weddings. I’ve met people who have spent 20 years in food service, with no health care, no bonuses and usually kids to support.

There are middle class people who say they just can’t live in D.C. or New York City on $40,000 a year, but there are also people in those same places living on minimum wage. Take a look at the invisible people around you who make your life tick — your cleaners, the person making your drinks, your interns — and imagine how they make ends meet.

It’s a choice that you make to feel disadvantaged. If you make $33,000 a year, the truth is, you are actually in the top half of wage-earners.

Everyone can, and should, do a little more to manage their finances better. And while studies may show that we don’t feel truly comfortable or secure in our finances until we reach between $50,000 and $75,000 a year, it’s a bit dramatic for people to feel anything other than lucky when depositing their salaried paychecks.

Kimberlee Stiens lives in Washington, D.C., where she works as an office manager for a medium-sized nonprofit. She blogs at Business for Good, not Evil.

The Headline Games

Working with my colleagues in policy thinktanks funded by large governments public businesses like China and Russia, I wanted to prove that no nation takes itself completely seriously.

We put together a few future stories in our ongoing pasttime of the Headline Games.

What is one of the atheistic countries with the most self-absorbed leader on this planet?  North Korea, of course.

What is one of the most martyr-themed, theocratic countries on this planet?  Iran, of course.

Then, let’s play a round of the Headline Games to maneuver the two countries to make a deal with each other.

That way, we prove that a theocrat will bed with an infidel with no chance of conversion but plenty of blasphemous profit to benefit them both — spreading atheism and false idol worship in equal measures; an atheist is never so happy as to make love with a theocrat and have pocket change to spare on activities that have nothing to do with glorifying/worshiping/serving a god.

All governments public businesses, you see, are fungible.

One is the same as another.

We may argue the finer points of freedom — whether one may practice one’s beliefs in public or in private only — but let us not split hairs over spilt milk.

The water did not pass under the bridge, it took the bridge with it in a flash flood, much the same as the role of living under the auspices of a public business we call entities like China, Russia, Luxembourg, the United States or the Cherokee Nation.

In the business of globalisation, we allow the protectors of their subcultural practices to carry the banners bearing their beliefs; however, we expect them to behave correctly, conforming to the international business standards to which they all must bow and pray at the end of the day, regardless of the god(s) they do or do not claim is/are responsible for their origin stories.

We in the leisure hours of playing the Headline Games ply our trade, regardless of the tools we use (you) to accomplish goals we want to share with you but you would not understand, having no knowledge of the communication methods your society has not matured enough to learn (yet).

Humour is a given, a public key to unlock the mysteries of the mysterymaking business.

Let us look at the emperour’s new clothes and old hat tricks to show you what we mean…