Monthly Archives: August 2008

my ‘whatever’ of the day

“Ten years ago, that steel was used for making low-efficiency automobiles, so those jobs were part of the dirty economy,” he said. “But now that steel is being used to build wind turbines. So now you can call them green jobs.”

so if you imagine your job having a positive environmental output, you can have a feel-good green-collar job.  and if someone wants to imagine your job having negative environmental output, it’s an evil old dirty job.

whatever.

I wonder what the kind of job the coal-miners had; I mean the coal miners whose coal fired a power plant that provided energy to an incubator that saved the life of a preemie in the NICU at a hospital.  were they in the dirty-coal business, or were they in the baby-saving business?

Green jobs are especially good “because they cannot be easily outsourced, say, to Asia,”

Right, because steel jobs can’t be outsourced to Asia.  They’re green-collar jobs now, right?  Oh what, steel has been largely outsourced overseas?  But, but, how can that be?

whatever.

[quotes from Millions of Jobs of a Different Collar, NYT March 26, 2008]

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THE GOVERNMENT DOES NOT “GIVE” “WINDFALL PROFITS” TO OIL COMPANIES

I thought the exact same thing when Hillary said it last night, and Matt Welch caught it too [Requiem for the Clintons; the ALL CAPS was his contribution].

And what the heck is a “Green Collar Job”?  A job that has no carbon impact?  A job planting trees?  If I hear that phrase again this week, I’m throwing something at the TV.

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blogging on vacation

yeah, I’m a dork.  if there’s wi-fi, I’m borrowing it…

we are here:

I’m looking forward to a little of this:

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breakfast of champions

I feel guilty when I throw together an egg, cheese, and some ham on a grilled piece of toast (grilling it soaks up all the tasty butter from the eggs and the ham juice — yum), but check out what Michael Phelps eats for breakfast:

Phelps lends a new spin to the phrase “Breakfast of Champions” by starting off his day by eating three fried-egg sandwiches loaded with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, fried onions and mayonnaise.

He follows that up with two cups of coffee, a five-egg omelet, a bowl of grits, three slices of French toast topped with powdered sugar and three chocolate-chip pancakes.

… about 4,000 calories worth, PER MEAL, according to the NYP (they call him Boy Gorge).

some people say that many calories — and really a lot of it from ‘bad’ foods like cheese, eggs, mayo, powdered sugar — will kill you.  in the interest of hearing both sides of the issue:

[tip to reason]

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“I learned this one from mom”

“it’s called: hold on a sec, I have to drink my caramel macchiatto and say good morning to your future president of the United States.” *

her official caption was: “Dad saying hi to me in the morning.”

“this is my So-Inspired-By-His-Vision-for-America-face (made more difficult by Botox):”

her caption: “I had the best seat in the house.” she was in the Straight Talk Express, sitting behind her father, looking out at the crowd.  no doubt the leather in the bus was a better seat than anywhere else in the arena.  also little doubt that the bus is sound-proof, the Starbucks has worn off, and she’d rather be elsewhere.

more insufferably boring captions (” “) at McCainBlogette.com.

* extended version: “it’s called: hold on a sec, I have to drink my caramel macchiatto and say good morning to your future president of the United States.  no, not the Muslim guy, the old guy. I’m on his bus. no, we didn’t hook up, he’s my dad.”

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hanging yourself with management slanguage

“this all being derived from an operational risk management assessment.”

I was revisiting an old post [Ambulance at Wendy’s], and this phrase jumped out at me.  all by itself, it’s not a bad phrase, though likely to induce eye-rolling.  hearing it come from a CIA operative, or a Homeland Security bureaucrat, or a business executive, it would be enough to rouse contempt but not enough to blog about.

but the way it was mashed between two other sentences/ideas, you have to wonder if it wasn’t Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V‘d from some powerpoint slide deck that was distributed by management to whoever it is that is responsible for answering email from the public…  from the email:

With this being said I’m sure you can agree that a person’s life is more important then any of the above mentioned problems.in the time limit to stop and eat at a fast food restaurant.,this all being derived from an operational risk management assessment. Hopefully, when and if you ever need an emergency service, I hope you never do, that all the equipment is in working order,to include the vehicle being able to start, thanks to a crew making sure that their equipment is charged up by keeping the vehicle at the propper engine speed tus keeping the batteries in good working order.

“this all” would have to encompass the entire span of situational awareness, including not only the state of the vehicle in question (running unattended in the parking lot for about 15 minutes), the environmental impact (which they assured me was minimal because “diesel’s low sulphur emissions means any carbon will stay close to the ground” — which sounds suspicious to me), the economic impact (I was concerned about the cost of gas/diesel to the county, and this was before diesel peaked at $4.73) but also the fact that these EMTs went into Wendy’s to hunker down for double-cheesburgers with bacon and mayo.  I wonder how all that yummy sodium, cholesterol, and fat played into their risk assessment.

tune in next August for “what I really, really think of EMTs at Wendy’s and the administrative support staff that cover for them”

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fear of the day: “spiders straight out of the Jurassic period”

that’s what an air-conditioning technician says he has run across while fixing units in people’s attics, in an interview on NPR/Marketplace this evening.

made me shiver.

I heard once that no matter where you are, you’re never more than 10 feet away from a spider. (but I just thought of an exception: swimming in the middle of a pool.  mental note…)

BONUS FEAR:  listening to Marketplace is going to turn me into a socialist.  it seems that they always put the worst spin on any good financial news, and seem to take delight when the markets are down.  this week they had a series on ‘World Workers’, and yesterday their subject was a trans-gender sex worker in Baku, Azerbaijan.  I kid you not. what does that have to do with financial markets and business news?  it’s like trying turning to Fox News and hoping to get fair and balanced information.  why do I even bother?

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