Dow Dumps

The market tanked this week as we experienced the worst single day drop and the worst weekly wash out since 2008. The Dow drained $512 points yesterday alone. 25 months and the only reason the unemployment figures dropped today is that more people stopped looking for work.

The pundits will tell you it’s not
the “Debt Crisis.” The pundits lie.

I’ll be the first (actually the 9,386th) to tell you that stock brokers, bond buyers, and currency traders still aren’t thinking much about the national debt. They’re thinking about unemployment and whether earnings are going down. Again.

“It’s the economy, stupid.”

If Mr. Obama and the Congress hadn’t frittered away most of 2011 so far engineering a Debt Crisis (and naming a post office in Peoria), they would have had time to fix the economy and get million Americans back to work.

And now they are on vacation. Again.

Oh.

Wait.

Maybe they had to engineer the debt crisis to hide the fact that they haven’t (dare I say can’t) fixed the economy.

Paving (formerly E Premte) Peeves

Marathon, Florida’s, five-mile stretch of U.S. 1 will get its facelift sooner than expected. Repaving work on the highway, torn up for sewer work and other utility projects over the past couple of years, was originally slated to begin by early fall. It all started on Sunday. The paving alone will take months. All paving projects in Florida take months.

The project is scheduled to end in December but, of course, it was scheduled to end in December when it was scheduled to start two months from now. I figure that with the early start, they can drag it out until April or May.

Chester Gould Would Be Proud

Dick Tracy, eat your heart out!

Chester Gould created the hard-hitting, fast-shooting police detective who used forensic science, high tech gimmicks, and his wits to track down the bad guys Sunday after Sunday. There have been many (not terribly successful) incarnations of Tracy’s famous two-way wrist radio and his later two-way wrist TV.

Cell phones, particularly the push-to-talk varieties, may have outshone that clunky cartoon version but Skype is the real Amen, boys, hitch up two-way wrist TV.

Amsterdam has about 20 times
the average Internet speed of North Puffin.

Hold that thought.

I really didn’t want to Skype. See, I didn’t much want to put on clothes just to answer the phone. I never understood why women in my mother’s generation checked their hair in the hall mirror before picking up the receiver.

The patio stone deliberately has no built in web cam, so I bought a video cam when I needed to pack up the seven tons of astro gear Rufus left in my little house in South Puffin. I got a deal, see, on a pair of [famous brand] clip on bugs that sit atop my monitor. The two of them, in OEM packaging cost a little less than one good one from anyone else. And the quality wasn’t too too bad once I figured out how to turn the darned things on.

No, I don’t use them both at once for 3-D. I have one each in North and South Puffin.

The more we Skype, the more I’m liking this Skyping thing. I’ve been hanging out a bit.

Skype is addictive. On Saturday, I watched Liza Arden eat a Bagel-Shaped-Object as we puttered and hung out and Skyped the morning away.

Skype is addictive. The mobile app works on both Android and iPhones. Unfortunately, the fine print shows it restricts U.S. users to Wi-Fi only calls. Naturally, a developer hacked the app within days of its release to work over 3G. Still pretty clunky there.

Skype is addictive. Seventh graders in Calgary, Alberta, participated in the year-long “Cigar Box Project.” The kids learned Canadian history by using technology to blend historical images and artifacts into their own creations. And they Skyped with National Museum curator Sheldon Posen.

Skype is addictive. Berkshire Healthcare Foundation Trust in Reading, England, is working on giving the people the option of using Skype to speak to their relatives in hospital rather than visiting them each day. The next best thing to being there and, so far, bacteria haven’t figured out how to travel over fiber-optic cables.

We’re sorry. Your Internet Connection Speed
is too slow to support decent video.

Ms. Arden and I have experienced that pop-up recently as her cable provider switched her from her previously rocketing reach to dial-up speeds. She put in a trouble ticket but our North American infrastructure lags the European fiber-optic networks with their gigabit speeds. The company Level 3 now has ultra-low-latency routes with circuit speeds of up to 10 gigabits per second on some city-to-city cables.

Facebook has announced the launch of
video calling in partnership with Skype.
Can Google Plus be far behind?

Skype is addictive but does Skype — now the face of Facebook — toll the end of social networking? Whether we FOOF or FOOG, the “normal” use of those pages is slightly delayed conversations between a potentially big number of peeps (how many FB friends do you have?). The social part works because we can time slice a little piece out of our other activities to stay in touch.

Video conferencing is real time in a way a traditional phone call never has been.

I’ve written before that time is a finite resource. Balancing expectations remains the hardest part of our juggling lives.

“I do enjoy seeing what we’re doing, but find it tethers me too too much,” Rufus said. “It (can be) a good, clear connection, but I prefer being able to move around and do other stuff while we yatter, so hanging out doesn’t eat into my ability to get other things done.”

The next great addition to our communications arsenal may be a (wait for it) cordless phone. Actually it will be a cordless remote for the computer-with-the-Skype-connection that makes at least the talking and listening from afar easier. Or Skype on the tablet. Or on a two-way wrist TV.

And a faster Internet connection.


Glossary:
FOOF /v intransitive/: Faffing Off On Facebook
FOOG (formerly “GOOF”) /v intransitive/: Doing the same on Google Plus
Gigabit /n/ Really really fast. For now.

Primary (formerly E Premte) Peeves

“Which side would you blame for the stalemate preventing a budget/debt ceiling deal?” the Wall Street Journal asked.

How ’bout both?

We all know that this particular six month extension is 90% political and 10% to assure that interest rates go up at least a point or two. The Repuglican leadership absolutely wants to have this fight come out again right in the middle of the 2012 presidential campaign. At the very least it will distract Obama from his real job of running for reelection.

Reckless spending by Demorats is a completely separate issue.

The real issue is that the Demorats are fiddling while Rome burns. Except the Repuglicans are busy eating grapes to the fiddle music.

Now doesn’t that just peeve me off? Or worse?