Fire The Headline Writer
Or maybe the GM is so caught up in the trade deadline that he felt he had to do something. Why not trade someone from your own team to…..your own team.
Or maybe the GM is so caught up in the trade deadline that he felt he had to do something. Why not trade someone from your own team to…..your own team.
I took my virgin voyage on Jet Blue last week. I think they’re the only airline that offers non-stop service from Boston to Austin, TX and I am all about flying direct these days. I’ve heard from so many people how great Jet Blue is, so I was anxious to give ‘er a shot. The result? It’s an airline. I mean, really. The seats and the legroom are pretty much the same. The snacks and beverages are pretty much the same. The flight attendants are pretty much the same. All told, it’s not all that different, with one glaring exception: DirecTV and XM Radio. Here’s a smattering of what I enjoyed on my ride back to Boston on Friday:
Question: Name the first thing you take off when you get home from work?
Answer: Underwear!
(at that point, the creepy Richard Dawson said to the woman “next question, what time do you get home from work?”)
Question: Name a game that married couples like to play?
Answer: Kickball!
(Dawson’s retort: “I don’t know any married 3-year olds!”)
Question: Name a birthday men least look forward to?
Answer: Their wife!
You get the point. I was laughing out loud on the plane. Anyway, for entertainment value, JetBlue is a fine deal. Truthfully, though, the ONLY consideration for me when flying now is that little Expedia button that says “sort by duration of flight.” Whoever gets me there the quickest gets the money. Lately the whole delay thing seems to be getting worse and worse and worse, so much so that a couple of weeks ago on my way back from NYC, I gave up and took Amtrak.
Not sure I’d want to spend $13,000 on it, but a home office like this one looks really cool to me. I’ve got the yard for it, too. Check out the three screenshots for close-ups.
Excellent and funny write-up of a friend’s visit to see Steely Dan and (gulp) Michael McDonald, he of Doobie Brothers fame. I have some appreciation for Steely Dan, although bunches of their music drive me nuts sometimes. I have no appreciation for Michael McDonald, which makes my friend’s article all the better.
Writing today from the insanely cool Hotel San Jose in Austin, Texas. I don’t know what happened yesterday – my post got cut off. Here’s what I wrote:
This week marks five years for me at Ask.com. That’s rather mind-blowing. It seemed like just yesterday when I was sitting in Chicago with a good friend, my professional life at a fork in the road. I had two job offers, one with Ask.com (Ask Jeeves at the time) and the other with a long-established, non-internet entity. I had already been at two failed dot.com’s, so the idea of going to a third dot.com weighed heavy on my mind. But the money was (way) better and the job description seemed a little more interesting so, making the vow that “this would be the last dot.com job I ever take,” I accepted the position and started on July 24, 2001. Time has really flown since then and the progress our company has made in the five years I’ve been around has been stunning.
I have given Ask.com a lot of myself and it has given back to me in spades on so many levels. Work is never without frustrations, but they are largely kept to a minimum and I’ve established friendships there that will undoubtedly last way longer than my tenure at Ask. The other night, out at dinner in NYC, I remarked to my boss how comforting it is to see that our small group of nine people (business development) is about the least political group of people I have ever worked with. That is difficult to find anywhere and much appreciated. My muse will undoubtedly take me somewhere else during this lifetime, but there’s a lot to like here. It is my longest tenure at any job – by double.
This is our house, located in Maynard, MA. When we first bought it nearly three years ago, it was in good shape structurally, but nearly everything else needed to be changed, replaced or updated. Oh, did we ever update. I won’t bore you with the details, but the house has undergone a near 100% revamping and I think we are both particularly proud of what we’ve accomplished.
So this morning I read, with mild speculation, a story about the alarming rise in foreclosures in the housing market in Massachusetts. It seems each week, the Globe runs a story about the foreclosure problem and each time I see it, I sort of shrug my shoulders, because while it is alarming, positioning it as a “crisis” is rather misleading. The reason, pure and simple, is that the amount of home sales have skyrocketed since 2000. Sell more houses, you’re going to have more foreclosures.
Finally, this morning Globe’s actually revealed what I had been looking for: the actual rate of foreclosures to mortgages/homes purchased. Surprise! The rate in Massachusetts is actually below the national average. According to the article, lenders have filed for foreclosure on 0.6% of Massachusetts mortgages, below the 1% national rate. My point: always read the whole story, not just the headlines, because there’s always more to it. Except in the Middle East – you can just read the headlines there, because it’s all the same and has been since WWII.
Luckily, Steph and I haven’t had to worry so much about foreclosures or making the monthly payment and I thank my lucky stars for it. I’m terribly conservative when it comes to money, so I just cannot see dropping the money some people are dropping on housing. It would be awesome to have a palace, but you know what? I’m not going to spend 75% of my income on it, like many are doing. I want (no, need) the option to put money away for retirement, emergencies, general savings or……improvements to the house. Hey, some people spend it, some save it. I save it.
This approach doesn’t allow me to live in neighboring towns whose tax rates and land values are often double what Maynard’s are. Who knows, maybe someday we’ll change our minds. But ithis approach allowed me to pay cash for a kitchen renovation in January of 2005 and the only debt at this point in our lives is our mortgage. An upcoming bathroom renovation will also be paid in cash. That is comforting to me. I also know that situations like this (paying cash for renovations) are not the norm and our much appreciated luck can change at the drop of a hat. But I honestly feel that carrying no debt is the reward we get for staying the course and that it’s not all luck, either, it’s careful planning as well.