I know, it's a little late for Halloween pictures. Oh well, better late than never. Thanksgiving is next week! I priced an organic turkey at Wegman's this week and it cost $80!!!! Holy crap, I think I'll have tryptophan and growth hormones please. Not really, but you get it.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Indigo Girls!!
My hubbie took me on a surprise DATE Saturday night! Tickets to the Indigo Girls, dinner and baby at Oma and Opa's. Thanks big Daddy, I had a great time with you!!!
Thursday, October 4, 2012
the Debate
"Your never as good as you think you are when you win or as bad as you think you are when you loose"
Brett O'Donnell, The Daily Beast
Mitt Romney Offense Trumped Barack Obama Defense in Presidential Debate
Monday, September 3, 2012
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Friday, August 17, 2012
The Meaning of Life
I asked my husband what the meaning of life is and he gave me a reasonable response:
"Old dogs, young children and watermelon wine"
Sounds good to me.
"Old dogs, young children and watermelon wine"
Sounds good to me.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
What the hell is Libor??? and I knew they were lying about pant sizes!!!! Huffington Post article explains it all. Perspective, thank you!
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The Libor scandal looks and smells like an old-fashioned financial fraud, but it also presents the latest example of a more modern phenomenon: the war against reality being waged with ferocity by special interests that profit from limited public awareness of what's actually taking place. This campaign has proven remarkably effective -- not in altering reality, but in muddying perceptions, corrupting our basic understanding of matters both critical and mundane, from the risks of financial crisis or of climate change to our expanding waistlines.
For those who have grown too inured to financial shenanigans to bother keeping up, Libor is an interest rate that captures the costs that banks in London charge one another for short-term loans. Much of global finance is pegged to this rate, from ordinary mortgages to trillions of dollars' worth of credit derivatives, the exotic instruments that played a leading role in the financial crisis of 2008.
Libor plays such an outsized role in shaping the terms of global commerce that it is more than a benchmark. It is essentially a barometer for the health of the global financial system. People who manage money -- not just at investment banks, but at pension funds as well -- use Libor as a gauge of confidence. When Libor is seen to be low, this is taken as a sign that money is changing hands freely, without undue concern that borrowers will stumble or fail to pay back their loans. When Libor is rising, this is an indication that concerns are mounting, generating reluctance to lend money. In short, it is a signal to proceed with caution.
Executives of publicly traded banking behemoths are not fond of caution. They get rewarded for making their share prices climb, and that tends to happen when they expand what they do -- lending more money, making more trades, taking more risks. They get paid for saying yes to deals, and not for prudently saying no. Libor sometimes flashes the message that they ought to say no.
Barclays, the British banking giant at the center of the Libor scandal, doctored the numbers, hence the$450 million settlement it forged with regulators on both sides of the Atlantic. It reported that it could borrow more cheaply than it really could, bringing the Libor rate down. This seems to have accomplished two things: It made Barclays seem healthier than it really was, and it manipulated the values of derivatives that were tied to Libor, shifting the terms of these trades in Barclays' favor.
Think of the Libor shift as representative of something real and tangible, like a change in the weather. It was as if the bank was on the hook for insurance policies that would compensate farmers whose crops were damaged by torrential rains. Rather than pay up when the rains came, the bank instead issued bogus weather reports that showed an insignificant amount of rainfall. Those fake reports of better weather sowed false assurances among investors that there were fewer bad things to worry about: no threat that dikes that might not hold, less property damaged by floods.
In essence, the doctoring of the Libor numbers interfered with a crucial signal in the marketplace, squelching the warning sign that a transparent Libor reading might have delivered as financial institutions pursued increasingly reckless trading in the run-up to crisis. These effects are exceedingly hard to quantify, but it seems reasonable to assume that artificially low Libor readings emboldened ongoing risk-taking that made the resulting disaster worse -- a disaster whose costs are still being borne by ordinary people who lost jobs, homes and savings in multiple countries.
Barclays could not have pulled off this manipulation alone. We are still waiting to learn how broadly the con went. Word that Treasury Secretary Tim Geithner held meetings to discuss problems with Libor back when he was head of the New York Fed raises the disturbing possibility that a senior regulator tasked with keeping an eye on risk may have been effectively complicit in covering up the risk out of fear that the market could not handle any more ugly truth.
As last week ended, documents surfaced showing that Geithner wrote a memo to the Bank of England in the middle of 2008 detailing concerns about how Libor operated. But real events suggest that little to nothing came of those restrained warnings, and Geithner apparently let the matter drop. All of which seems consistent with a regulatory posture that sought to avoid freaking out the markets. As supposedly impregnable institutions like Bear Stearns and Lehman Brothers collapsed in 2008, the regulators seem to have decided not to make a fuss about the Libor massaging, with the thought that the markets might not endure any more disturbing spectacles.
This sort of calculation is increasingly operative beyond the realm of finance. "We can't handle the truth" -- this seems to be the mantra of many in the corporate sphere. When truth presents an impediment to profit, those who stand to profit often supply an alternate reality.
Consider the retail phenomenon known as vanity sizing. A couple of years ago, a blogger for Esquiretrudged from store to store with a tape measure to investigate the actual waistlines of men's pants. At the Gap, pants labeled as having a 36-inch waist measured out to 39 inches. At Old Navy, 36-inch pants were really 41 inches!
The retailers had presumably figured out that confronting people with the discomfiting evidence of their swelling midsections was not a good way to move product, so they faked the numbers. Guys who might have gone into Old Navy and discovered that their protruding bellies were preventing them from fitting into the pants they wore in college might have fled home to dig out their running shoes while resolving to cool it with the pork rinds. Instead, Old Navy invited those same guys to feel wonderful about their physiques, wonderful enough to buy two pairs of comfy khakis and still make a stop at Cinnabon on the way home.
In an essential way, this is no different from what the banking crowd did in faking the Libor numbers. Reality delivered a signal -- we are too fat, the financial festivities are getting out of hand -- and the people in charge told reality to shut up and pass the nachos.
Masking reality is hardly a new business model, but the effects seem particularly pernicious in an age when so much marketing is applied to draping everything in a banner of healthy goodness. A recent New York Times investigation blew the cover off how huge agribusiness concerns like Coca Cola, Cargill and Kraft have come to dominate the standard-setting bodies that decide what officially constitutes organic. They have used that platform to change the definition in their favor, extending the imprimatur of wholesomeness to cheap, less-than-healthy ingredients. They are not merely cheating the customer by peddling chemicals as organic, they are warping our operative sense of what seems wholesome.
This is the modus operandi as well for climate change deniers who wield bogus "studies" -- typically financed by the petroleum industry -- that seem to undermine the scientific consensus that unrestrained reliance on fossil fuels puts humanity in grave danger. Rather than debate what we ought to do to adjust to this reality and transition to something sustainable, the denier lobby has attacked reality itself, along with the fundaments of science, polluting human understanding in the interest of keeping things lucrative for Exxon-Mobil.
And now here we are again, courtesy of the Libor scandal, absorbing another attack on reality.
Just as the largest financial institutions on earth were trading opaque instruments that ultimately brought the system to the edge of the abyss, delivering a crisis of joblessness from which we have yet to recover, the people in charge were intent on preventing the rest of us from getting an unobstructed look at the gauges -- a look that might have delivered more of a warning.
Friday, July 13, 2012
Summer "Creekfire" in York this Friday
Join us Friday, July 20 for this year's second CreekFire.
This event is free and held at the Boat Basin of Foundry Park.
West Philadelphia Street at the Codorus Creek, York, PA.
We will light the fire at 8:30.
CreekFire is a community initiative to bring people together
in downtown York along the rejuvenated Codorus Creek. It
is a family event and all are encouraged to come early
to picnic or to just hang out with us by the creek.
Bring your kids, bring your guitars and drums and join us
for our mid-summer CreekFire.
* Creekfire simply stated, means that there is a floating fire pit anchored in the middle of the Codorus Creek.
Friday, July 6, 2012
Is it hot enough for ya
Good God man! I love summer and I was thinking about fall today. Let me repeat, I love summer. What the?! If this global warming is going to keep up, I'm going to have to move north or get a pool. What would be easier... mmmm....
Poor Ava and Cameryn~ what are they inheriting. what will this globe be like in 30 years. what does my grandpa think about the way it used to be compared to now. am i having an existential crisis or is it just the heat frying my brain or could it be the beer i'm drinking is fuzzing up my sharp wit (hah impossible that's it) must be the heat. Heavens to mergatroids, somebody please turn down the heat in here!!!!!! I was freezing in this picture. looking at it cools me off a little.
Poor Ava and Cameryn~ what are they inheriting. what will this globe be like in 30 years. what does my grandpa think about the way it used to be compared to now. am i having an existential crisis or is it just the heat frying my brain or could it be the beer i'm drinking is fuzzing up my sharp wit (hah impossible that's it) must be the heat. Heavens to mergatroids, somebody please turn down the heat in here!!!!!! I was freezing in this picture. looking at it cools me off a little.
Did I mention that I love HBO and that a domestic diva I am not. I am so very far from being a domestic diva. Just thought I'd share that. no reason. Until next time, bye bye.
Friday, June 29, 2012
Share Your Fave Poetry
* * ** * * P O E T R Y S P O K E N H E R E * * * * * * * * *
<<<<THIS MONDAY>>>>>>>>>>>> 7 pm<<<<<<<
@
City Arts Gallery 118 W. Philadelphia St. York
T H E A N T H O L O G Y S E R I E S
second edition
So far, this is the most popular of all the goof-ball experiments we've tried so far.
With the simplicity of all blind gods, all you need to do is bring your favorite poems by other poets.
Then we all sit around a table and read them to each other.
Easy, right?
Barbara is bringing a terrific collection of Kenneth Fearing's to share with us, RIGHT?
Bring what you love & love it out loud with us.
We may or may not have an open reading at the end.
See you all Monday.
And don't forget to support YorkArts as they support us with pure generosity. Check into
the astonishingly cheap memberships and tell them thanks for giving PSH a home.
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Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Free Community Event in York, "Creekfire"
Art for All Participants,
The inaugural Creekfire will be held at dusk on May 12, 2012 at Foundry Park on the Codorus Creek.
Creekfire is simply a gathering at the Codorus Creek to enjoy a floating firepit (campfire of sorts) and
celebrate the City's urban water feature.
Creekfire is simply a gathering at the Codorus Creek to enjoy a floating firepit (campfire of sorts) and
celebrate the City's urban water feature.
Please pass this announcement onto anyone you know that might be interested, as word of mouth and e-mail
will be the primary method of spreading the news. BTW, it is free.
will be the primary method of spreading the news. BTW, it is free.
Let's hope for fair weather so the fire can begin. (If it is raining or the creek is raging Creekfire will
be rescheduled.)
be rescheduled.)
Creekfire
by Foundry Plaza Inc.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Poetry Reading Tonight!
NOTE :::: temporary venue change
POETRY SPOKEN HERE
will meet this Monday, 5/7, at
*******YorkArts main building on Beaver Street******
at 7pm.
MANGLE ascends to his proper divinity
as Revisionary Monseigneur.
O.K. So we had hundreds of submissions to the Mangle Project. Well, close. Actually, we had about a dozen. Thanks to all who entertained our jittery, caffeinated, nicotine-stained ambitions. The results will be ceremoniously presented to you on Monday.
But, and this is a big But, all are invited, shamed, encouraged to attend. You know who you are who never leave the hollows for the big big city and its community of poets. Yes, dammit, you. Get out of the flickering screens of hypnogogic sedation and join us.
Following, or during, or despite and because, the "ceremonious presentation" we will have a discussion around the subject of revision. I know for some of us, revision is a myth and for others sacrament. Bring your version and add it to the discussion.
C'mon peoples -- you know what we're up to here. Let's talk and build this community of poets. Hippopotomonstrosesquipedalian Abecedarians Unite!
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Yesterday in My Life
Haven't posted in awhile but am moved to share yesterday's out of the ordinary events:
Plucked a chicken in the rain (a rooster with a lot of beautiful soft red feathers). Some blood dripped on my rubber boots, some on my jeans and did I mention a lot of feathers??! Later, had tickets for the symphony in York. On the way, my mom and I saw a man assaulting a woman on the sidewalk ~ in broad daylight, not that that matters~ throwing her down as she tried to get up. At first glance, it appeared to be play, but in the rear view mirror, it wasn't. I laid on the horn as he continued his assault. Mom called 911. I kept driving slowly, horn blowing but not stopping, for fear of getting hurt myself~ shot, yanked out of the car. Two dirty martinis, a glass of wine and a crab dip later, we went to the performance. Extraordinary~ a 90 member choral ensemble, full orchestra, soprano, tenor and baritone. Really an exceptional performance. Ending with a standing ovation and a rainy walk back to the car.
Plucked a chicken in the rain (a rooster with a lot of beautiful soft red feathers). Some blood dripped on my rubber boots, some on my jeans and did I mention a lot of feathers??! Later, had tickets for the symphony in York. On the way, my mom and I saw a man assaulting a woman on the sidewalk ~ in broad daylight, not that that matters~ throwing her down as she tried to get up. At first glance, it appeared to be play, but in the rear view mirror, it wasn't. I laid on the horn as he continued his assault. Mom called 911. I kept driving slowly, horn blowing but not stopping, for fear of getting hurt myself~ shot, yanked out of the car. Two dirty martinis, a glass of wine and a crab dip later, we went to the performance. Extraordinary~ a 90 member choral ensemble, full orchestra, soprano, tenor and baritone. Really an exceptional performance. Ending with a standing ovation and a rainy walk back to the car.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Review of "The Lorax" by David Edelstein
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In 1971, Theodore Seuss Geisel, best known as Dr. Seuss, published "The Lorax," an explicit parable about the dangers imposed by industrialization to the natural world. The new animated feature "Dr. Seuss's The Lorax" is written and directed by the team behind the 2010 film "Despicable Me" and features the voices of Danny DeVito, Ed Helms, and Taylor Swift. It opens on the 108th anniversary of Geisel's birth. David Edelstein has this review.
DAVID EDELSTEIN: At the far end of town, Where the Grickle-grass grows, And the wind smells slow-and-sour when it blows, And no birds ever sing excepting old crows, Is the Street of the Lifted Lorax.
Forgive me. It's such a joy to read Dr. Seuss aloud, with those serpentine, nonsense words flying out of your mouth as if on their own current. It's a shame there's no narration in the animated feature, "Dr. Seuss's The Lorax," and little in the way of verse. Early on, a character not in the book, Audrey, voiced by Taylor Swift, tells lovelorn 12-year-old Ted, voiced by Zac Efron, that once, nearby their now paved-over town, there were truffula trees.
Quote, "And the touch of their tufts was much softer than silk, and they had the sweet smell of fresh butterfly milk," and Ted says, "Wow, what does that even mean?" and Audrey says, "I know, right?" So one of the only lines that is from the book, that does have Dr. Seuss' sublime whimsy, is basically made fun of, or at least dragged down to Earth.
The directors and writers made the delightful "Despicable Me," and some of them made the last and much better Seuss feature, "Horton Hears a Who," but this time they don't seem to trust their material. And maybe they have reason.
The book "The Lorax" tells the story, in flashback, of a young, energetic entrepreneur known as the Once-ler who grows rich by indiscriminately hacking down truffula trees and inadvertently wipes out an entire ecosystem. It's an environmentalist classic, a walloping argument against unchecked growth. But it's nowhere near Seuss's top tier. It doesn't have that thrilling mixture of anarchism and elegance.
It's pure agitprop, with no surprises and a title character - a mysterious creature who "speaks for the trees" - that even Theodore Geisel seems to find a pain, describing him as shortish. And oldish. And brownish. And mossy, who speaks with a voice that [is] sharpish and bossy. Fortunately, the Lorax doesn't appear in the book very much and you don't actually have to hear his voice.
As opposed to the movie, with its long and loud serenades in the unmellifluous New Jersey tones of Danny DeVito. Here, DeVito's Lorax protests the arrival by RV of the tacky relatives of the Once-ler.
(SOUNDBITE OF MOVIE "DR. SEUSS' THE LORAX")
DANNY DEVITO: (As the Lorax) No, no, no, no. Time out. Back up. Stop. Don't move an inch. Nobody's moving in here. You've got to go. Good-bye.
UNIDENTIFIED WOMAN: So who invited the giant furry peanut?
DEVITO: (As the Lorax) You calling me a peanut, huh? I'll go right up your nose.
ED HELM: (As the Once-ler) Whoa, whoa, whoa. You wouldn't hit a woman.
DEVITO: (As the Lorax) That's a woman?
EDELSTEIN: I don't blame DeVito: it's not as if he was hired for his subtlety. He's a good, pushy sitcom actor with expert timing. But given nonstop, crass one-liners, he comes to embody the spirit of the movie in ways I don't think the filmmakers intended. The movie is broad and raucous and rather campy, and the songs, among them an ironic celebration of capitalism, barely pass muster.
There are too many whack-a-mole sight gags featuring adorable bar-ba-loots (bears to you) and three warbling fish. The screenwriters add a stock villain to the framing story, a pint-sized mogul who pollutes by design, since unbreathable air drives up sales of his canned air. He and his goons chase after 12-year-old Ted when the boy ventures into the denuded wasteland to talk to the aged, reclusive Once-ler.
Not because the kid cares about the environment but to impress the teenage Audrey. I guess that makes him easier to relate to than if he were just, you know, curious about why there are no animals and the landscape looks like the moon. Don't worry, this one isn't as eyeball-searing as the live-action "The Cat in the Hat." The diaphanous texture of the truffula blooms is lovely, and the movie gets more compelling in the last 20 minutes...
...when the cute animals - not to mention the Lorax - take a hike. For a brief spell, it has the book's sense of loss, its droopy melancholy. You can still discern the stark parable beneath the movie's jokey, facetious tone, but this kind of studio 3-D feature animation is all wrong for the material. The Lorax speaks for the trees, but I must speak for "The Lorax."
DAVIES: David Edelstein is film critic for New York Magazine. You can join us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter at nprfreshair and you can download Podcasts of our show at FRESHAIR.NPR.ORG.
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