The Man Upstairs and Other Stories by P.G. Wodehouse
A fine collection of a-musing short stories.
My favorite quote, from the short story Ahead of Schedule:
“Even as a boy, hardly capable of connected thought, he had been convinced that his specialty, the one thing he could do really well, was to inherit money. All he wanted was a chance.”
It took me a minute to figure out where I’d seen this “uncontacted tribe” before, and then it hit me.
Please, Uncontacted Tribe, come collect your missing brethren. They’re scaring the children.
Wow. I totally want to do this with sidewalk chalk.
MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.
An Open Letter to the People Who Are Missing This Puppy That Is In Our House,
Please, for the love of Dog, come get your puppy.
He is very cute and possibly housebroken, but he is trying to eat my daughter.
Also, he sits on her toddler couch, which is completely unacceptable to her.
Warren Buffett: An Illustrated Biography of the World’s Most Successful Investor by Ayano Morio (translated from original Japanese version)
I picked this up at Berkstock, intrigued by how a Japanese graphic novelist would view Buffett’s story. Would he have Warren performing Matrix-like kicks to the face of competitors? Would he have an energy pulse exploding from his hands into the ticker machine, causing prices to rise or fall at will? Who knew?
Turns out, it’s a fairly simplified version of Roger Lowenstein’s Buffett: The Making of an American Capitalist, with pictures, which have little to add to a story with few (or rather, no) action sequences.
Which anyone could have guessed; On the back of the book are a bunch of raving quotes… about Buffett himself, rather than the graphic novel.
In Ohio, there was a song we sang in school that had the line “What’s round on the sides and high in the middle? O-HI-O!” In fact, that may be the whole song. Not sure. It’s all fuzzy.
But what’s not fuzzy is that by 8pm Nebraska time tonight, I will be in Omaha, NE, prepared to geek the hell out.
It’s only just dawning on me that I will be without a computer for more than 48 hours! Unless you count a Palm! Which I don’t! Because it doesn’t have internet access!1
I will have a trusty Moleskine Ruled Notebook and Mini G2 Gel Pen, which means that all the notes I take will be Hemmingway quality, except more gel’d.
I will be sure to give Warren and Charlie a big hug from all of you.
And pick their pocket while I’m at it.
1 Yes, I’m spazzing out.
It must be known that my car is very, very clean right now. And, the oil has been changed.
I am not known for having a clean car. Quite the opposite. I have had a coworker take me aside and offer to help me clean my car, as if I didn’t know how. It’s one of those things that, while getting a supreme feeling of accomplishment for having done so, I can rarely muster up the motivation to give a car a good scrubbing. Nor do I have the presence of mind to do the maintenance cleaning of simply carrying things in when I get out.
So, I end up with strata after strata of Google Map printouts, empty graham cracker bags, empty oil containers, and, inexplicably, one of steakums‘ shoes.
But, the place up here where I get my oil changed does a free inside-and-out cleaning. So I’m lovin’ it. Maybe this time, he naively hopes, it will stay that way.
Yesterday, I listened to WNYC’s RadioLab podcast on Memory and Forgetting which has been buzzing in my brain since then. It is getting to be a regular thing where I come home excited and say to steakums, “So, I heard this really incredible stuff on RadioLab…” Dutifully, she listens attentively each time.
Since it’s much more entertaining to hear it on RadioLab, here’s the bullet points under the cut