July 2012
39 posts
Some of my friends and I were recently reminiscing about the door-to-door selling we had to do as kids. For me, it involved going up and down my street in 10 degree February weather with my dad, mostly getting rejected by neighbors who had already bought their Girl Scout cookies elsewhere. For…
In this post for Zeus Jones, Becky refers to my frustrating experience selling light bulbs and candy bars for my Catholic schools and to her own rewarding experience with the Stock Market Game. Against all odds, my friends and I also triumphed in the Stock Market Game, circa 1989. We were supposed to use our fake money to buy a diverse portfolio, but out of laziness and a spirit of why-the-hell-not, we dumped our entire kitty into Northwest Airlines on the basis of a rumor that it was about to be purchased by KLM.
It worked like a charm: the gears of the buyout turned, and NWA shot up like a rocket. A few months later, my sci-fi-nerd friends and I found ourselves proudly telling a roomful of runners-up at a downtown celebration that we’d made a mint by taking a huge gamble and not giving a shit. It was, indeed, an educational experience for all of us.
I like classic punk music including the Ramones and the Clash as well as neo-punk outfits like Green Day. 90s music in general is not my favorite, and hardcore in particular will probably never be a favorite of mine…as I wrote in the Fugazi post, I guess I’m just not a hardcore guy. That said, I’m starting to give Led Zeppelin a chance, so I’m taking baby steps into out-and-out headbanging.
- Mom: I'm going to Target. Should I pick up a small air conditioner for your apartment?
- Me: Oh, no, you don't have to do that. I'll be fine.
- Mom: The thing is, if you don't get air conditioners early in the summer, the stores run out.
- Me: I have fans. I'll be fine.
- Mom: Okay.
- Temperature: [hits 94]
- Target employee: "Oh, yeah, our air conditioners are all gone! They've been flying off the shelves, ha ha!"
