scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

29.9.08

macroeconomics and schadenfreude

Are not my bag. Or macroeconomics are not. and i know this is not how it works: i know. And i know this is not where it stops, and i know i don't have the patience or the level of interest to figure out why or how. Every time i try to learn anything about it i, oh, look, a shiny object. Or even an object that is not shiny. Or blank space. i could barely finish Freakonomics and in fact now that i think about it, i'm not sure i did, and there are not very many books i don't (eventually) finish. But somehow i can't help going, You greedy thieving bastards, I hope you lose six houses.

Vaguely concerned about the retirement accounts.

If those sordid old white men have handed my daughter thousands of dollars in debt, though, if they saddle her with something awful that will keep her from going to college (if she wants to go to college), then i know enough in turn that i am absolutely powerless to stop them, and that makes me angry.

(Did you think Viagra was a cure? Viagra is a symptom of all that is wrong with America. Ohhhh? Rapacious elderly man wants more power? More gratuitous luxury for the rich with nothing better to do? Covered by his fancy health insurance that denies other people things they actually need? Why, of course. Assholes.) Um, apparently i'm still bitter.

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scrawled @ 21:46