Does sex still sell?
Greece will let out the Acropolis to raise drachmas for debt. That’s the whole shebang, Parthenon included. I see (tasteful) toilet bowl ads and in view of the site’s extreme age, maybe a plug for Depends. Walt and I can come up with a million of uses for these stones, just watch.
Cole Stangler drops by from the State Department to lend support and have his braces adjusted
Fizzles in the drizzle. 10,000 predicted, 200 show up. “My little brother took Dad’s Benz,” one would-be protester moaned when interviewed at Starbucks. “I’m like, what, gonna take the Metro?”
I did enjoy our government radio, NPR, covering the non-event. After admitting that the crowd was, er, “sparse”, the young lady reporting read off various signs she could find: “No authority”, “legalize marijuana”, “Occupy Wall Street’, and so on and then concluded, “all different viewpoints are here”. Only an NPR staffer could look over a puddle of muddle-headed pot heads and their like-minded friends and perceive a plurality of views. Our tax dollars at work.
Just foreclose the state and give it back to the Apache
No Tempest for school children in the Grand Canyon state. A tempest in a teapot, really; school kids don’t read anything anymore and certainly not Shakespeare.
78 Doubling Road, new 2006 construction that sold in 2007 for $8.6 million, has been returned to the market at $7.495. That’s a recognition that we’re in a different market now, but it will be interesting to see whether it is enough of such recognition.
A good start, I suppose. 542 Lake Avenue, the old Grannick property, has cut its price from $6.595 million to $5.650. Judging from the listing pictures it looks pretty nice, if a bit standard for these homes (I wonder: if a tipsy Wall Street warrior came home to the wrong house and wrong family one night, would anyone notice?) but I confess I haven’t visited. This came on last April and I can’t see the point of wasting time and gas to see something that, as in this case, will still be around a year later and at a lower price.
I sometimes ponder why all spec builders insist on originally listing their projects at unattainable prices but I suppose that if they weren’t dreamers, they wouldn’t be building houses on spec.
"I'm dumping this sucker off in Byram"
New Army rifle shoots programmable grenades 500 yards around trees, walls, barricades. I don’t know if Peter Alexander has tried one of these babies out but I’m sure that when the mountain lions return, he’ll be ready
So I never worked a day in my life - who's the dummy, then?
Okay, I’ll admit that I’ve never heard of Ryan Seacrest but when I read that he is going to interview Joe Biden, I looked him up. As I suspected, there’s nothing there. The guy’s a college dropout (NTTAWWT), a top 40 radio DJ and hosts a reality show, the perfect combination for conducting a shallow, superficial interview with an empty suit like Joe Biden. The days of bread and circuses are upon us. Or is that a plague of locusts?
Here I am, you'll rue the day (with apologies to Mighty Mouse)
Obama permanently relocating to Disney World. If only.
rent, don't buy
They’re always skipping town either via trades or free agency, and they don’t stick around long enough for a purchase to appreciate in good times, let alone now. Here’s a Red Sox soon-to-be Phillie who’s going to lose his shirt when he switches jerseys.
UPDATE: checking out the pictures of the place, I see that there’s a spaghetti faucet in the kitchen so that’s okay, then – got to add at least a million to the base price.
Customer relations 101
The founder of Pinkberry’s a yogurt/slurpee chain that recently opened on Greenwich Avenue, is accused of playing whup-ass with a tire iron on some homeless guy’s head. NTTAWWT
Says here that Harvard’s got $35 billion sitting idle in its endowment fund while paying its faculty, to quote Joe Biden, “enormous, unjustified salaries”. So bust up Harvard, eh? and give that money to Washington to pass around. While we’re at it, why not redistribute Harvard grades, taking “A”s from those who have and passing them out to the needy. I believe that’s how Obumsky did so well, back when Harvard still had grades.
Off to Byram and Zaccheus Mead
Or the open house tour for western Greenwich, anyway – I’d (almost) prefer Belgium. Still, EOS’s admonition to go out there and look for happy news sustains me, so I’ll fire up my
Jaguar Honda and putter west. I’ll be searching, EOS, I promise.
132 Henry Street, over in Byram, is a 1919 home that, after a “fantastic renovation”, sold for $660,000 in 2004. The buyers tried reselling it for $928,000 in 2007 and that listing expired unsold at $825,000 in October, 2007. The listing agent was changed and the new agent raised the price to $898 without success, for some reason. That same agent is still at it but now he and his clients have a foreclosing bank (whoever took over Countrywide) to deal with and so are asking $699,000. Maybe, but I’ve seen no evidence that we’ve gone above 2004 levels, especially in Byram. Maybe the seller can ask Chris Dodd to bail her out.
The GMLS has reopened after being closed for the holiday and some activity is again being reported. Here’s one:
5 Ashton Drive has reduced its price from $10.9 million to $9.9 million. The sellers paid $8.5 for it in 2007 and, according to the listing, have done nothing to improve or change it since. There are currently 56 houses in Greenwich for sale asking $9.5 million or more. Nine homes in that price range sold last year.
Here’s a video to entertain the sellers while they wait.
And the tiger said to him, "Little Black Sambo, I'm going to eat you up!"
Byram’s (“Pemberwick” – he claims there’s a difference) Peter Alexander, a nice guy, all in all, wants to see mountain lions and wolves back in town. Here’s Peter’s take on the subject:
“I would encourage the concept of bringing back more species, including mountain lions and wolves,” he said. “They do get bad press, including eating children sometimes, which is pretty bad. I am not trying to downplay the tragedy, but they are part of the natural environment.”
Seems to me that there was a reason our forebearers drove these beasts away, but then again, I too was excited by the mountain lion sighting. But if we do let them back in, let’s lift the restrictions on pistol carry permits.
Frank Fleming writes a great essay on those who feel that intentions matter, not results
People have started to learn some disturbing facts about likely Republican presidential nominee Mitt Romney: He once worked for Bain Capital — which is what’s known as a private-sector business. Harmless as the term sounds, it’s much scarier once you understand how such outfits operate.
A private-sector business doesn’t even pretend to make decisions based on how to best help people or what creates the most jobs or even on what will most equally distribute income. It makes decisions based only on what creates a profit.
Yes, it’s frightening to think that something so mercenary even exists — even worse that someone who worked for something like that could actually become president. Of course, the only people who should lead our country and manage our economy are those who remain unsullied by the private sector’s for-profit mentality: career politicians.
Look at President Obama. His first job was “community organizer.” Do you think that job made a profit for anybody? No way. Did it provide goods or services a consumer might want to pay for? No.
The purpose of a community organizer is . . . well, I’m still kind of vague on the specifics, but I’m pretty sure it’s about helping people. People who live in a community — a disorganized one.
The point is, while Obama was doing this, Romney was rubbing his hands together like Gollum, exclaiming, “Precious, precious money!” And to get that money, he worked hard to trim costs and do whatever else he could to make a business successful. If elected president, he might look on the economy with cold, cynical eyes that judge everything by how profitable it is — as opposed to Obama, who looks at the economy and says, “Yay, look at all this money I can take to help people!”
There was much I liked about Newt Gingrich but he did seem to go off the rails, alas. But here he is last night – vintage Newt. Don’t you call me a racist!