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New Shocking Numbers December 31, 2017

Posted by Retired Geezer in Law.
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OK so this is dumb December 27, 2017

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What would we do without professors?

Farmers’ markets are one such environmental improvement that can lead to gentrification, Bosco and Joassart-Marcelli argue, saying farmers’ markets are “exclusionary” since locals may not be able to “afford the food and/or feel excluded from these new spaces.”

These places are literally the cheapest places to buy fresh veg. If you can’t afford them here, you can’t afford them at all. But besides that; many cities provide poor residents with food aid that includes fresh vegetables from places like farmers’ markets.

This social exclusion is reinforced by the “whiteness of farmers’ markets” and the “white habitus” that they can reinforce, the professors elaborate, describing farmers’ markets as “white spaces where the food consumption habits of white people are normalized.”

This is a paradoxical outcome, since farmers’ markets are often established in the interest of fighting so-called “food deserts” in lower-income and minority communities.

There’s no paradox, actually, because the premise is flawed and racist. Actually, it’s okay to ‘normalize’ farm-fresh food consumption habits, regardless of the race of the consumers. Because not eating fresh fruits and vegetables is not normal. Lack of fresh produce in the diet is a key to poor health, and we see these bad health outcomes in statistics on health disparities between rich and poor. Much of these stats are related to poor nutrition in childhood and beyond.

The profs also wrote that 44% of these markets are located in highly-gentrified areas. So…? First of all, businesses need to be within reach of their core customers, or die. If poor urbanites don’t know what to do with vegetables (and they don’t), whose job is that to correct?

Second…what of the remaining 56%?

Kestrel #2 December 22, 2017

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Merry Christmas, 2017 Anno Domini December 22, 2017

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My daughter played this 11-year-old version of The 12 Days of Christmas, courtesy of Straight No Chaser for me yesterday. It was my first time hearing it, which tells you how often I get out. Could’ve even appeared on this site before, which tells you how often I read the posts here.

Anyway, Merry Christmas you unruly reprobates!!

The Russians and Jill Stein December 19, 2017

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Filed under “Funny, but unlikely to be true.” From Gateway Pundit:

Just when you thought ‘RussiaGate,’ couldn’t be more of a distraction from the real issues plaguing everyday Americans, a new probe is launched to make matters worse. Former presidential candidate, Green Party head Jill Stein, is now being probed by Senate investigators.
BuzzFeed reports:

The top congressional committee investigating Russian interference in the 2016 presidential election has set its sights on the Green Party and its nominee, Jill Stein, according to a former campaign employee.

…Zac Petkanas, a former communications advisor to Hillary Clinton‘s failed presidential campaign in 2016, tweeted “Jill Stein is a Russian agent,” eight times in a row after BuzzFeed published its scoop.

But I’m not buying it – the Russians aren’t that stupid. If the Russians were going to invest in a agent in the United States, they would have picked someone far more competent and reliable than Jill Stein.

My Harassment Ultimatum December 18, 2017

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I hereby declare that I have been sexually harassed by every significant media, arts, news, corporate, political, and military figure, male or female or whatever, in the United States (and I’ve got my eye on the rest of the world). Per recent (apparent) policy, I fully expect a prompt resignation from all of these individuals, since we don’t seem to need any victim-shaming/blaming ridiculousness like an investigation or trial.

Those of you evil harasser types who want to pay me hush money, form a line to the left. Those of you who want a teary public reconciliation (with restitution, of course), form a line on the right, and those of you who want to attend my new and pricey course, “Six Minutes to a Less Evil You” (far quicker than Harvey Weinstein’s week-long course, but with all the moral preening of even the longest courses), line up dead center.

I am a victim: I demand to be believed.

Merry Christmas from My Town December 17, 2017

Posted by Retired Geezer in Family, Religion.
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Here’s City Hall.


Here’s a school near Camp Geezer.


We don’t candy-coat it here in the Spud State.

How are things in Your town?

Correlation December 14, 2017

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Survey says:

Women more unhappy than men until they reach mid-80s

Isn’t that right after their husbands pass away?

Exports, December 2017 Report December 12, 2017

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Someday I have to do a real analysis of exports, to see what’s been going on in each Services and Goods category. For now, though, the bottom line will have to suffice. And the bottom line in the latest BEA report says: exports aren’t all that impressive, but they seem to be stable and slowly growing.

Which is better than it used to be. Have a chart:


Crosses for Losses December 11, 2017

Posted by Retired Geezer in Heroes.
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I had trouble keeping my eyes from leaking during this video.

Manufacturing Strides Forth December 11, 2017

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I was cautious at the outset of his administration, but at this point I think it’s time to proclaim:

Trump has been wonderful for American manufacturing!


Trump is, as always, in golden hair color, while Obama is in fanciful rainbow.

Alert reader NannyG had a question:

My question:
How would a longer-term graph look?
Is there more meaning in having a short-term one?

Can you believe that somebody actually asked me for a graph?

I’m having palpitations.

Anyway, I was a bit lazy, so I just had the BLS site plot up manufacturing jobs since 2000:

BLSManufacturingJobsSince2000Her question related to a David Stockman post that said that recent gains in manufacturing jobs were in the noise compared to how many jobs have been lost.

I’ll just say this about that:

No one knows what the “new normal” for manufacturing is, since it was declining even before the recession, but in the three years before Trump was elected, 140K manufacturing jobs were added. In the one year since his election, 190K jobs were added.

I think Stockman’s being unnecessarily gloom-and-doomy.

Crap Tree, 2017 December 10, 2017

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[Note by Michael (2013): It has become a tradition at Innocent Bystanders to annually republish the first-ever blog post by Dave in Texas during the Christmas season. Dave’s story has become a classic tale of Christmas cheer and the endurance of traditions. This is the original version, which actually predates the founding of Innocent Bystanders in 2006. Except I have greatly improved it by centering the pictures.]

Several years ago my wife conceived a plan to take over Christmas decorations in our home. She’s been very patient, moving so carefully that I only realized the scope of her plan this year. This fight isn’t over, not by a long shot. But I’ve lost a lot of ground.

I am what you would call a ‘Christmas kind of guy’. I love Christmas. I love the lights and the pretty packages, the wreaths, the greenery hanging everywhere. I like Christmas plates and coffee cups. Christmas cookies, Christmas music, Christmas towels in the bathrooms, Christmas napkins, Christmas movies and books, if they had Christmas toilet paper I would buy two cases (does anybody know if they make that?). I think Christmas lights on pickup trucks look terrific.


I really dig Christmas.

As soon as the clutter is cleaned away from the Thanksgiving feast, I’m up in the attic getting boxes down. I know where every one of them is, and I pretty much know what’s inside of them. Not because I pack them up every January (that always makes me sad). I suppose it’s just that we tend to use the same boxes for things. You could sum up my taste in Christmas decorations in one phrase. Colored lights. Yes, like the late Michael Kelly wrote on the topic of Christmas lights, there are white light people, and colored light people. I’m in the second group. Years ago I conceded the inevitability of teeny lights taking over. I gave up trying to find strings of lights with those big painted bulbs that burned your fingers. I miss them, but I understand. Technology changes things. But even if they’re teeny, I have to have colored lights. This theme extends to other decorations.


I have an affinity for Christmas-schlock. The cheesier the better. A dancing Santa Claus with an electric guitar and sunglasses? Oh yes. Strings of lights that look like jalapenos? Lovely. Elves laid out in a winter North Pole Office Party display, holding little cans of Bud Light while singing drunken Christmas tunes? I am so there. And you have guessed the dark secret of Christmas in our home. My wife is not a colored lights kind of person. She is a white lights gal. I don’t blame her, taste is subjective, right? Eye of the beholder and all that. We can coexist. We can cooperate, compromise, a little give here, a little take there. We’ll find a way to get along. You know, the Russkies and the Americans. Detente baby.


limited edition strat and twin reverb amp ornament

Well, I was wrong so I didn’t see it coming. It started with a new Christmas tree. She brought it home a few years ago. It’s bigger than our old tree. 10 feet. It’s frickin ginormous! Me, I’m all excited. What could be better than one Christmas tree? Two trees! Oh yeah, two sets of lights and ornaments and glitter, extra room for more presents. This will be so cool! I set the new tree up first. In the formal dining room, right there in the front window where everyone can see it. We decided the older tree would be just fine in the family room, we moved some things around and set it up there. Looked just fine. I didn’t even notice when my wife pulled the strings of white lights out that something was amiss. ‘Sure’, I thought, ‘woo… fan-cee’. What the heck. White lights on the new tree.

Then I noticed we had packages (really nice packages, you know, the kind of shopping bags you keep cause they’re so pretty?) with more ornaments in them. Impressive looking ornaments too, glass and crystal and gold. Wow. But hey, 10 foot tree, sure, we’ll need more stuff to put on it. It was when I reached into a box to pull out my favorite lights, the string of little Fender Telecasters, and headed for the new tree, that the plan in its entirety was revealed to me. She said ‘STOP right there!’ evenly spacing her words using a tone of voice that said I should seriously consider stopping right there. ‘There will be none of that on this tree’, she said. Same tone. I said what most husbands say when they are confronted with possible wrongdoing. ‘Wh-a-a-at?’ Real slowly, dumb-like. ‘No guitar lights. No old pictures. No jalapenos’ she said.


And she was deadly serious. She looked right at me and announced ‘this is the ‘nice tree’’.

The Nice Tree™. In the front room, prominently displayed in the big window. I looked around. The other decorations in the room began to make sense to me. The special Christmas china was set on the formal table. The expensive candle holders on the table by the entry, with long tapered white candles in them, you know, the kind you can’t get at Wal-Mart (10 for .55 cents). And then I understood. This room, was going to be ‘pretty’. Like a Christmas display at some expensive store on 5th Avenue, the ones whose names I can’t pronounce correctly. I looked at what was now my tree. Guitar lights. Ornaments from Fender. The decorations my kids made in Sunday school with funny shaped noodles and gold spray paint. Popsicle sticks and yarn and pictures. Hidden in the family room where no eye shall be offended. No one can see it.

I began calling my tree the “Crap Tree”.

The Nice Tree has gold swirly things on it, and a special tree skirt thingy made of silk and shiny stuff. It’s really pretty. It looks like something you would find in one of those stores in Salado. The Crap Tree has an old skirt made of something that looks like shag carpet. It has a pattern that sort of resembles a Christmas tree, at least, the way a Christmas tree looks to a myopic drunk. In a moment of weakness my brother in law crocheted it for us. It’s been more than 15 years and I still kick his ass about that.


easy to spot boxes

I am not allowed to put my special guitar ornaments on the Nice Tree. Who am I kidding? I’m not allowed to put anything on the Nice Tree. Every now and then, I sneak one on it when no one is looking. It doesn’t matter. My oldest daughter finds it and moves it back. At lease I’m not completely alone in my fight, my youngest daughter will take one of my ornaments and sneak it back on the nice tree. Occasionally sibling rivalry will overcome their natural tendency to gang up on you because of gender affiliation. Which is nice.

The Crap Tree has lights on it from The Hard Rock Café. I think those are my favorite, although the lights that look like jalapenos are a close second. Ever since my wife debuted the Nice Tree, Christmas in our house has been looking a little different. The living room is starting to spread out. Our old Frosty the Snowman and Christmas tree hand towels we used to put in the guest bathroom have been replaced with much prettier hand towels. None of us is allowed to touch them. You wash your hands in this bathroom, you better wipe them off on your blue jeans. My ‘singing Santa’ with the electric guitar and the sunglasses is now back in my bedroom on the dresser. The battery has been removed.

This year I couldn’t find the Drunken Office Party Elves. My wife says she has no idea what happened to them. She says it in a way that makes me think she knows exactly what happened to them, and I will never see them again.


Olive, the other reindeer

So I know what I’m up against. Soon, next year, or maybe the one after that, I will find myself engaged in a desperate battle, a last stand in front of my dearest Christmas decoration, the Crap Tree.

She may relent. The Crap Tree has ornaments that have all our Christmas memories on it, 22 years worth. Decorations we bought when we spent our first Christmas together. Things our friends gave to us. Decorations that her students gave to her. Special ornaments with years on them from Christmases past that go back before our kids were born. Pictures of the girls when they were little in red and white Christmas dresses, hugging Santa and telling him how good they had been this year. So long ago, before cars and boys and college. Every now and then I find a little bit of attic insulation in one of the branches, from a Christmas years ago when I slipped in the overhead and put my foot through the ceiling, right over the tree. The youngest looked up and said ‘Mommy, it’s Santa’! I think she was 4.

I love the Crap Tree. It is an old friend. It’s the decoration in our house that says “Christmas” to me, and I hope it always will.

Hey guess where this is?

A gift from the Geoffs. Proudly displayed.