My AOL desktop banner has an icon of little greenbacks which, when you click on it, will tell you where the stockmarket is at any given moment. I've programmed into it the two oil companies whose stock I inherited when my husband died four years ago and I check it frequently.
Exxon at this minute is at $87.98 a share and Chevron is at $109.44. Historically, the stocks split when they stay up near $100 a share. The dividends from these two oil giants make up a good part of my income. I'd like them to split. I'd like them to raise their dividends.
And I loathe them.
Especially Exxon, which is leading the way to fracking this country to rack and ruin.
Since beginning this journal, I have identified myself as a flaming liberal and an outspoken critic of religion. Beyond that, I am a tree hugger and, if I had the energy, I would gladly travel the world throwing red paint on anyone wearing fur, killing whales and seals, or abusing animals.
With this record, you can see my dilemma. I should be a flower child, independent of reality. Instead, I need to be pragmatic and consider that dependent on me are 100 llamas, 20 goats, five cats, two horses and a very big dog.
I know Warren Buffett is deviled every day by little old ladies wanting financial advice, so I am not hopeful of hearing from him.
However, if there is anyone out there a little more accessible, and as successful as he is, I sure would like to know how I can dump these damnable companies and find a similarly sound and secure investment that does not make me feel I should commit seppuku.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
It's All in the Genes
Ask me how much I care about the royals. Not a fig.
However, I did get trapped into watching a little of the recap of the wedding-do this morning; long enough to note that Prince Will is losing his hair, like his daddy. Prince Harry is not, like his daddy.
I am not moralizing. 'Twas ever thus. All the the royal beds of Europe have been very, very busy over the centuries with visiting layabouts. Extra-curricular shagging probably is the only solution to the perils of inbreeding.
But getting back to Harry, I was stuffing a turkey Thanksgiving morning in 1984 and listening to a chatty radio broadcast announcing the two-month-old princeling had little tufts of red hair.
This benign observation was fast followed by a list of justifications for this apparently innocent phenomenon. The assurances that red hair has, over the years, surfaced on the royal pates of family members on both sides had a salacious undertone in view of the unneedfulness of an explanation. Who needed to be assured that it was all right?
Not I. I didn't care. I still don't.
Ever since marriage was invented there have been those who automatically count out the required nine months when a couple reproduces in the first year. These same people also have an eye for discerning any lack of paternal influence on the looks of the newborn. Mama's baby; daddy's maybe?
The conjecture will always be there but today we have more than that, don't we. Science has prevailed and a lot of fun is done!
In these sophisticated times, combing and brushing one's pedigree can be a chancey, if not an iffy, thing in all quarters since DNA has reared its spoilsport head!
However, I did get trapped into watching a little of the recap of the wedding-do this morning; long enough to note that Prince Will is losing his hair, like his daddy. Prince Harry is not, like his daddy.
I am not moralizing. 'Twas ever thus. All the the royal beds of Europe have been very, very busy over the centuries with visiting layabouts. Extra-curricular shagging probably is the only solution to the perils of inbreeding.
But getting back to Harry, I was stuffing a turkey Thanksgiving morning in 1984 and listening to a chatty radio broadcast announcing the two-month-old princeling had little tufts of red hair.
This benign observation was fast followed by a list of justifications for this apparently innocent phenomenon. The assurances that red hair has, over the years, surfaced on the royal pates of family members on both sides had a salacious undertone in view of the unneedfulness of an explanation. Who needed to be assured that it was all right?
Not I. I didn't care. I still don't.
Ever since marriage was invented there have been those who automatically count out the required nine months when a couple reproduces in the first year. These same people also have an eye for discerning any lack of paternal influence on the looks of the newborn. Mama's baby; daddy's maybe?
The conjecture will always be there but today we have more than that, don't we. Science has prevailed and a lot of fun is done!
In these sophisticated times, combing and brushing one's pedigree can be a chancey, if not an iffy, thing in all quarters since DNA has reared its spoilsport head!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
A Matter of Convenience
A report just came across the bottom of the TV screen that the FDA has approved a robotic device that does hair transplant surgery.
My daughter, Paige, said it probably was adapted by Mattel from that antiquated technology that came from Con Ed - the Dig We Must electric company in N.Y. - that used jackhammers to perforate the city streets. Now they probably use robots that can handle plastic explosives.
Last week I heard some movie executive say the time is close at hand when actors will no longer be necessary for making films. Apparently Avatar has won over directors who don't like contending with prima donnas.
Now that I have quit, someone has invented smokeless cigarettes. Or is it cigaretteless smoke?
I don't have to shop for anything anymore....I just ordered an inflatable bed and a digital scale from Overstock.com with free shipping, and both should be here by Fed Ex or UPS by Monday.
And forget the library and the bookstore. Punch in some stuff on your computer and you have the newest bestseller on your electronic reader thingamajiggy. Ditto Netflix, that delivers your chosen film directly to your TV set.
I don't even have to count calories....Lean Cuisine does that for me.... if I feel like making the effort to take the dinner out of the box and put it in the microwave.
Yesterday I saw a commercial for a doohicky that runs on a battery and you put it in a pot of stew to stir it while you are busy doing........what? There doesn't seem to be much left to do.
It won't be long before they adapt robots to do heart transplants and birth babies. That is, if the future populace exerts itself enough to fornicate.
My daughter, Paige, said it probably was adapted by Mattel from that antiquated technology that came from Con Ed - the Dig We Must electric company in N.Y. - that used jackhammers to perforate the city streets. Now they probably use robots that can handle plastic explosives.
Last week I heard some movie executive say the time is close at hand when actors will no longer be necessary for making films. Apparently Avatar has won over directors who don't like contending with prima donnas.
Now that I have quit, someone has invented smokeless cigarettes. Or is it cigaretteless smoke?
I don't have to shop for anything anymore....I just ordered an inflatable bed and a digital scale from Overstock.com with free shipping, and both should be here by Fed Ex or UPS by Monday.
And forget the library and the bookstore. Punch in some stuff on your computer and you have the newest bestseller on your electronic reader thingamajiggy. Ditto Netflix, that delivers your chosen film directly to your TV set.
I don't even have to count calories....Lean Cuisine does that for me.... if I feel like making the effort to take the dinner out of the box and put it in the microwave.
Yesterday I saw a commercial for a doohicky that runs on a battery and you put it in a pot of stew to stir it while you are busy doing........what? There doesn't seem to be much left to do.
It won't be long before they adapt robots to do heart transplants and birth babies. That is, if the future populace exerts itself enough to fornicate.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Rise Above Superstition: Arrest a Christian!
A BBC report that Chinese police detained at least 20 worshippers from an unregistered Protestant church, amid a widespread stifling of dissent, elicited a comment from a fellow Facebook member who, beyond being educated, is well-traveled and well-read. I thought it worth repeating.
Says Matthew Reed Bailey:
I think they have good reason for doing so.
China has a rather large investment in halting superstition, which is rampant among the rural population, and even much of the urban population.
And, aside from just the immediate problems of superstition, there are many secondary problems that these groups create. Notably they politicize their faith.
Almost every one of these "unregistered churches" is a front organization for U.S. Evangelical operations in China who seek to undermine the Chinese Communist Party and the state. Every one of the U.S. organizations backing them has a rather confrontational and disruptive attitude that seems to disregard the stability to China, and of the success that they have had in modernization and economic progress. The U.S. groups encourage these churches to "Break the Law," using their Chinese congregations as political tools without the knowledge of the Chinese who are being so used.
The Chinese Christians tend to be innocent and naive to the real nature of the Evangelical Community in the USA, which is a HIGHLY political group. The Chinese Christians tend to believe that the U.S. Christians "Only have their best interests in mind." (as any "good" Christian is supposed to do).
China has a rather large investment in halting superstition, which is rampant among the rural population, and even much of the urban population.
And, aside from just the immediate problems of superstition, there are many secondary problems that these groups create. Notably they politicize their faith.
Almost every one of these "unregistered churches" is a front organization for U.S. Evangelical operations in China who seek to undermine the Chinese Communist Party and the state. Every one of the U.S. organizations backing them has a rather confrontational and disruptive attitude that seems to disregard the stability to China, and of the success that they have had in modernization and economic progress. The U.S. groups encourage these churches to "Break the Law," using their Chinese congregations as political tools without the knowledge of the Chinese who are being so used.
The Chinese Christians tend to be innocent and naive to the real nature of the Evangelical Community in the USA, which is a HIGHLY political group. The Chinese Christians tend to believe that the U.S. Christians "Only have their best interests in mind." (as any "good" Christian is supposed to do).
Sunday, April 24, 2011
A Real Easter Message
I don't know who RexHuppke is, and I haven't been able to link up to this link to establish an identity, but this is the most telling Easter message I received today and in the spirit of sharing, please do.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
A Gifted Saleswoman
I'm a fan of eBay. I discovered it last year and I have bought books, silverware, ceramic bowls and kitchen canisters.
This morning I thought I would look for summer robes. And I found a very pretty one....and then I read the seller's sales pitch.
"This would make a beautiful burial gown to lay a loved one to rest. It never hurts to have one around."
She made my day. My sides are still hurting.
This morning I thought I would look for summer robes. And I found a very pretty one....and then I read the seller's sales pitch.
"This would make a beautiful burial gown to lay a loved one to rest. It never hurts to have one around."
She made my day. My sides are still hurting.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
The Epitome of Smarmy
Is there anyone who epitomizes "smarmy" more thoroughly than does Congressman Eric Cantor (R-Va.)?
Cantor is what the GOPers identify as an "up-and-comer." His vaunted talent for raising money is much treasured by the wingnuts.
But what impresses me is his ability to be unctious and arrogant in nearly the same second. He can sneer without moving his lips, and he can rub his hands together while they appear to be hanging at his sides.
Wouldn't it be grand if some of the old-timey types of politicians - those who knew how to be graciously principled in their interactions with the opposite party without feeling they were compromising their own principles - could appear for an encore?
Instead we have the Cantor types who are masters at being maliciously demeaning and, among other efforts at disparagement, persist in saying "Democrat Party" and "Democrat President" because they believe it removes dignity from a liberal point of view.
I believe an objective apolitical person with any insights into human nature would come to the conclusion that these conservatives need to belittle and sneer and lie in order to feel like men, and that includes the women.
We can lay a great deal of this new kind of calumny on Newtie's doorstep. I remember reading a piece he wrote for Republican Party consumption where he recommended that all things liberal and democratic (big and little "d") be referred to in only denigrating terms. It has worked like a charm. The whole of the party, and now the witless teapartiers, have adopted his tack.
But it only works among themselves. Imagine anyone believing that Barack Obama, the coolest president since JFK, could be seen being "dragged, kicking and screaming" anywhere. While Cantor would like that picture to resonate, it ain't hardly likely.
Cantor is what the GOPers identify as an "up-and-comer." His vaunted talent for raising money is much treasured by the wingnuts.
But what impresses me is his ability to be unctious and arrogant in nearly the same second. He can sneer without moving his lips, and he can rub his hands together while they appear to be hanging at his sides.
Wouldn't it be grand if some of the old-timey types of politicians - those who knew how to be graciously principled in their interactions with the opposite party without feeling they were compromising their own principles - could appear for an encore?
Instead we have the Cantor types who are masters at being maliciously demeaning and, among other efforts at disparagement, persist in saying "Democrat Party" and "Democrat President" because they believe it removes dignity from a liberal point of view.
I believe an objective apolitical person with any insights into human nature would come to the conclusion that these conservatives need to belittle and sneer and lie in order to feel like men, and that includes the women.
We can lay a great deal of this new kind of calumny on Newtie's doorstep. I remember reading a piece he wrote for Republican Party consumption where he recommended that all things liberal and democratic (big and little "d") be referred to in only denigrating terms. It has worked like a charm. The whole of the party, and now the witless teapartiers, have adopted his tack.
But it only works among themselves. Imagine anyone believing that Barack Obama, the coolest president since JFK, could be seen being "dragged, kicking and screaming" anywhere. While Cantor would like that picture to resonate, it ain't hardly likely.
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