Huge Post of Backlogged Stuff

Booksellers are not happy about a trend in people not buying their books at bookstores. Megadiscounters, it seems, are beating the bookstores just like they did with toy stores, drug stores, grocery stores, auto parts stores, clothing stores… some book stores are actually going to Costco and buying carloads of Harry Potter– the Costco price is as good as what a bookstore gets from a wholesaler, and the actual bookstores can’t get enough while Costco has a surplus. Not good.

Another guy cut off his own arm. Meanwhile, Economists editorialized about interest rates and monetary policy.

Question: if I get a big fat check from the government, how should I best use it to stimulate the economy? I could invest it all on Wall Street, or stick it in a savings account, or give it to charity. I could buy a bunch of little things– gum and newspapers, say, or a big-ticket item like a TV or a a used motorcycle. I could send it into the underground economy, buying off-the-books labor or contraband. I could start a business– a small one, obviously, with little start-up capital. Like maybe a street-side carwash or a lemonade stand or a cigarette smuggling ring.

Probably some combination of these would be best, like buying shares in a company that hires illegal immigrants to sell drug-related t-shirts and uses the profits to launder money earned smuggling cigarettes from Virginia into Canada.

Friedman’s Active Wear has come to my rescue as a good source of American Apparel clothing at good prices. Secretly Ironic custom t-shirts will soon be available; place your orders now.

Derivation, inspiration, perspiration…

No one wants to put words in J. K. Rowling’s mouth, but it’s safe to assume that when she hails her readers’ creativity, she has in mind something other than tales wherein Professor Snape is fellated by the Sorting Hat.

I suppose Rowling didn’t really intend to delve into behavior which was, until recently, a crime in many parts of Our Great Nation. On the other hand, authorial intent, as they say in academe, is something of a fiction itself. Or that’s what Andy Berman said when he got caught forging Kostabi paintings.

Sierra Mist

Sierra Mist: Neither mountainous, nor misty

I passed my motorcycle test. Barely.

I’m seriously reconsidering the whole enterprise based on the poor score and the fact that I would not in other circumstances consider blowing three grand on an impractical and dangerous toy which will decrease dramatically in value once I drive it straight into the dumpster behind the Star on Kilmarnock St.

It’s already happening

Oh Canada! They’re coming to you to get married. Maybe, as Prof. Delong points out, the US will stop this via the WTO as an illegal wedding industry subsidy. Just think: $83 bucks to the state for each license, plus meals, hotels, liquor stores… it’s a welcome respite from SARS worries for the tourism trade, I’ll bet.

Manic Compulsive Listmaking

Finally, I’m awake. I feel almost manic.

To read: The Bug (not sure if I’ll manage it– too close to work), Humanity: a Moral History of the 20th Century (very heavy), Oryx and Crake, My Life in Heavy Metal, The Biggest Game in Town, Reefer Madness.

To view: Donnie Darko, Ringu, Family Guy DVD set, Clockwatchers, Wall Street

Travel: DC, Charlottesville, Maine, Montreal

Consume: West Elm, Kartell, LabHome, and of course the bike. The bike I want is apparently rusted beyond repair and will have to be junked, so I’m planning on waiting until after I pass (or fail) the license exam to think about getting one. There’s so much other stuff to spend the money on.

Writing: Continue promotion of neoliberal wedding deregulation, plus the essay I’ve been backburnering all summer. Plus I should make some more shirts. Or maybe not. I’ve got so many damn t-shirts.