Sunday, August 17, 2008

Not Forgotten

It's no secret that I get the majority of my news from Fark these days.

I managed to miss out on the excellent bigfoot press conference in Palo Alto on Friday. Rats. It would be nice to shake the hand of the guy who dressed for the occasion.

Normally, I don't give the opinion section of the Wall Street Journal the time of day. However, I think that this editorial is spot on about college. Anyone else care to take a stroll down memory lane and think about your undergrad life? I know very few people who left school and then continued to actually make a living in the field to which they dedicated so much time, money and effort. The exceptions, of course, being teachers. And the occasional musician.

Anybody out there think about the suburbs? San Jose feels like a lot of suburban living (and we've signed our lease to claim our piece of that pie), and I don't see your average Californian letting go of that any time soon. Walkability, schmalkability. The number of new gas guzzlers on the road here is interesting. Of course you should drive your monster pickup to commute from Gilroy to Redwood City every day! This article offers a lot of speculation, and I'll leave it up to my loyal readers to discuss the merits thereof in the comments.

Last but not least, I present Doloris Aguilar. Apparently, a shining example of what Ebeneezer Scrooge could have accomplished with modern sensibilities. I'm trying to think of something profound that could tie this all together here, but I'm drawing a blank. With nary a Doloris in sight, I feel lucky.


Anonymous said...

Well, two weeks or so ago The Missoulian reported another live Bigfoot sighting near Alberton. Too bad we no longer have The Weekly World News to do more in-depth follow up......


Peter said...

I read that freakonomics article. I don't think things will be as bad as Kunstler predicts (at least not as quickly). However, I do think things are likely to be more like Kunstler's vision than what most people are planning for. Exponential growth curves have a way of creeping up and smacking us meat-thinkers.