Off to the woods
I’m heading inland and will walk until no one recognizes the computer on my shoulder. Back Sunday night. So why the picture of a sailboat? Captures the feeling and its title is “Truant Sailing Away”. My kind of kid.
See you next week.
Interesting if true
I have no idea how to link to his individual posts (his blog setup’s problem not mine, I think) but here’s a lengthy quote from Greenwich Round Up on the future, or lack thereof, of Greenwich Time. I’ve heard the same rumor for months but his appears to be better sourced.
“For months Greenwich Roundup has been exclusively reporting what a confidential source at the Stamford Advocate source has been telling us.
We are told that the Corporate Suits at Hearst Newspapers are going to slowly combine all of the daily newspapers like the Greenwich Time, that are now currently being printed in Bridgeport into one paper with the Connecticut Post masthead.
This much like how Gannet folded the Port Chester Daily Item, the Mamaroneck Times, New Rochelle Standard Star and close to another dozen Putnam, Rockland and Westchester newspapers into the regional newspaper called the Journal News which has the regional news website called LoHud.com , which stands for Lower Hudson, New York.
“Later the old newspaper mast heads were changed into free weekly newspapers that carried grocery and drug store ads on Thursdays and Friday’s to non-Journal News subscribers. Town that did not have a daily newspaper were covered by half a dozen or so weekly newspapers that have a masthead with the Express name.
And this is what the the Corporate Suits at Hearst Newspapers have planned for Greenwich and other towns in Fairfield County. The Connecticut Post will be thrown on your front door each morning and the Greenwich Citizen will be a mailbox wrapper for slick ad papers, weather you are a subscriber or not.
This why Hearst Newspapers did not want the Greenwich Time offices and chose to temporarily rent a small office space in Riverside, CT. Maybe the Greenwich Citizen offices in Putnam Avenue will become a local news bureau and advertising sales office. Or maybe this office will be folded into the Bridgeport facility when the lease is up.”
351 Round Hill Road
Not content with demanding all my money for redistribution
My pal Claudette wants my time, too and keeps asking about this property. Once she put her glasses on and gave me the right address I thought I’d answered her question but now she reports that people seem to be moving in. Anything for a friend. So far as I know, it’s still for sale, and there’s no record of it ever having been offered for rent or rented – doesn’t mean a bunch of poor folks haven’t expropriated it in the name of the People, of course – just ask Dr. Zhivago about that. It came on two years ago, its price has ranged from as high as $7,275,000 to the current low of $6,450,000 (11% less). Two brokers, it’s back now with the first. I suspect that its failure to sell is unrelated to the choice of broker.
Another brand to boycott
Baskin Robbins is peddling “Whirl of Change”
“an Election Special for 2008”ice cream with a little donkey on it. Donkey dung is more like it but, as my pal Claudette likes to threaten, when her Demmerkrats get through with people like me we won’t be able to buy ice cream anyway, so what do I care? I care about the Little People, Claudette, those who, having crammed my money in their pockets, will flock to the slots and ice cream stores to spend it. God forbid they should choke on a bit of donkey dung.
Update: Just to the left (they were trying to trick me!) of the Obama donkey dung ice cream Baskin Robbins offers the “Straight Talk Express”, which at least at first glance would seem to be a sop to Republicans and an attempt to be bi-partisan. But aha! You’ll notice that it’s covered with nuts! The vast, left-wing conspiracy is hard at work, even in our ice cream factories! Will they stop at nothing?
So maybe you might want to wait on that $25 million place on Round Hill.
At least until Monday, to see how all this shakes out . According to Bloomberg News, things look rocky out there. And Mr. Bloomberg himself, speaking on the radio this morning,described the world economic scene as “a complete effin’ mess” (well, there’s a bit of translation in that, but he wasn’t encouraging).
Here, thanks to a reader, is a WSJ article on real estate blogs. Heck, compared to what’s going on in the rest of the country, this blog’s awfully tame. I may have to step on the spice a bit.
Shattered Rice Bowl?
Chi-com real estate tanks .
One difference between our two countries is that when you screw up bad in America, Dickie Fuld sells some art . In China, they put a bullet in your skull, sell your organs and bill your relatives for that bullet (6 cents) pour l’encouragement des autres. Given the outrage in Congress, we may soon adopt the Chinese practice but if we do, I hope we start in the Congressional chambers.
Oh the Humanity! continued.
NPR’s reporter, one Kaye Rosenfeld, just informed us that the Anointed One will be spending the weekend in a place called “Ha – wai -ee-ee” near “Hun-o-leu-leu”. In the past, liberals didn’t bother trying out native pronunciations of cities in the civilized world – you never heard people like Kaye Rosenfeld refer to “Par-hee”, for example. The more blighted and God forsaken the location, however, the more these fine people tripped over their tongues trying to add a native inflection to show that they were one with the oppressed.
This blight on our language spread to any city with Spanish roots, except Los Angeles, oppressed or not. Now it’s begun in our 50th state because, why? Oppression? Third world solidarity? I suspect it’s because of the Native Hawaiian Restorative Justice and Recognition bill, introduced by Senator Akakka in the last Congress and promptly shot down as a Constitutional disaster that would wreak havoc in that and the other 49 states. It’s now, with the coming Demmerkrat revolution, given an excellent chance of passage and our mainstream media reporters are stumbling around in shocked surprise:”Holy, s… – there are Indians hiding in the pineapples? Get out the ‘Non-offending, Native American and Po’ Folks dictionary and find out what these people call themselves! And what the hell is poi? – am I expected to eat this crap?”
Oh, we’re in for a swell time. Just wait until the next time you fly over Iowa – wave hello to the ethanol plants of Day Moi, formerly Des Moines.
Why our schools are in such a mess: Board of Ed delays beginning of search for new Superintendent. It will take two weeks to even start forming a committee that, in turn, will decide on the “skill set” needed by the next person to run our school. That should consume a couple of months, I suppose, then they’ll hire an “educational expert” to help conduct a national search, interview noted educators from around the world, negotiate an overly-generous contract and finally, with great fanfare, announce the latest in a long string of failures.
Why do these people speak in jargon? “Skill set” indeed. Why do they need two weeks to even begin to begin? Members are away? Let someone introduce them to the telephone or, gasp! email. And why, after 200 years, do they need to form yet another committee to decide upon the necessary skills required of a superintendent? Have things changed in 3 years? Was their previous effort in this regard a complete, colossal flop? Of course it was, but why, then, are these idiots allowed to try again? Could that have anything to do with the refusal of our local political parties to permit competition in school board elections? I report, you decide.
Right now, 40% of our students can’t pass a basic reading test -70% can’t perform at an advanced level. In Greenwich! The wealthiest, most highly-educated town in the nation is cranking out illiterates – great. It’s going to take more than a new superintendent to fix this shameful situation. I’d start with adjusting the attitude of the parent quoted in the Time’s article who objected to a new reading program because she wanted a “well-rounded skill set” for her child. Honey, you may be qualified to sit on the school board, but I suggest that, if your little darlin’ can’t read, she’ll be flattened by the world, well-rounded or not.
Ethanol – fuel of the future!
Well darn – Iowa ethanol plants causing 15% of state’s pollution.
I’ve always admired McCain for at least one act of political courage: he appeared in that farm state back in 2000 (? – 2004?) during primary days and said he imposed federal government subsidies for ethanol because the stuff was worthless. He lost that primary yet still opposes the crud. To my knowledge he’s the only national politician who refuses to kneel at the corn altar.
Due to an outpouring of demand for more (one, actually, and he didn’t really mean it), here’s a limerick with a real estate theme:
A builder from sunny St. Barts
Made houses from modular parts
He said with a sigh,
As he watched business die
Damn Greenwichers have too many smarts!