December 2, 2009
The basic assumption that jobs will eventually return when the economy recovers is probably wrong. Some jobs will come back, of course. But the reality that no one wants to talk about is a structural change in the economy that’s been going on for years but which the Great Recession has dramatically accelerated. Under the pressure of this awful recession, many companies have found ways to cut their payrolls for good. They’ve discovered that new software and computer technologies have made workers in Asia and Latin America just about as productive as Americans, and that the Internet allows far more work to be efficiently outsourced abroad. This means many Americans won’t be rehired unless they’re willing to settle for much lower wages and benefits. Today’s official unemployment numbers hide the extent to which Americans are already on this path. Among those with jobs, a large and growing number have had to accept lower pay as a condition for keeping them. Or they’ve lost higher-paying jobs and are now in a new ones that pays less. Yet reducing unemployment by cutting wages merely exchanges one problem for another. We’ll get jobs back but have more people working for pay they consider inadequate, more working families at or near poverty, and widening inequality.

Robert Reich (via azspot) (via robot-heart-politics) (via asprettyasasong

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Finally someone says it.

(via mikehudack)

It’s something I’ve been thinking about. People keep telling me it will get better, but I don’t think it will. Not in corporate America, at least.

December 1, 2009

soupsoup:

mejoe:

“Mister Rogers went onstage to accept the award — and there, in front of all the soap opera stars and talk show sinceratrons, in front of all the jutting man-tanned jaws and jutting saltwater bosoms, he made his small bow and said into the microphone, “All of us have special ones who have loved us into being. Would you just take, along with me, ten seconds to think of the people who have helped you become who you are. Ten seconds of silence.”

And then he lifted his wrist, looked at the audience, looked at his watch, and said, ‘I’ll watch the time.” There was, at first, a small whoop from the crowd, a giddy, strangled hiccup of laughter, as people realized that he wasn’t kidding, that Mister Rogers was not some convenient eunuch, but rather a man, an authority figure who actually expected them to do what he asked. And so they did. One second, two seconds, seven seconds — and now the jaws clenched, and the bosoms heaved, and the mascara ran, and the tears fell upon the beglittered gathering like rain leaking down a crystal chandelier. And Mister Rogers finally looked up from his watch and said softly “May God be with you,” to all his vanquished children.”

Do this every single day of your lives, and I promise you will never ever be unhappy.

Another person who was just too cool for school. So glad I got to be part of his neighborhood as a kid.

bobbbyg:

jakks:

Self Directed Self PortraitJaica Kinsmanc. 2002
Look at my friend Jaica. She looks so beautiful here (she is) & very tough. Jaica is a very talented artist but I don’t think that she tells many people about this part of her life. She also has really cool shoes. The coolest.


Jaica really is that cool. I need to hang with her more often.

bobbbyg:

jakks:

Self Directed Self Portrait
Jaica Kinsman
c. 2002

Look at my friend Jaica. She looks so beautiful here (she is) & very tough. Jaica is a very talented artist but I don’t think that she tells many people about this part of her life. She also has really cool shoes. The coolest.

Jaica really is that cool. I need to hang with her more often.

What strikes me about the attacks [on President Obama] is how scattershot they are. The right wants to argue both that Obama is a mean-ass Chicago pol and a push-over. They want to argue both that he’s a socialist control freak and that the real power in Washington is Nancy Pelosi. They want to attack him as weak abroad and yet they support his Afghan surge and his attempt to rally the world to place sanctions on Iran. The inconsistencies are legion, because, I suspect, Obama’s enemies have yet to get a single, compelling narrative that rings true. They didn’t manage it in the campaign and they have not managed it since. He’s too big and interesting a figure to be caricatured that way. The cartoonists and the comics have the same problem. He eludes them, as complicated adults often do.
November 30, 2009
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November 22, 2009

A Year Ago

soupsoup:

kaytee:

My hands shook uncontrollably as I sat at Austin-Bergstrom, waiting. Yes, impatience had pushed me to arrive thirty minutes early, but I had already been waiting for you for a while. My phone battery dwindled at ten percent from all the time-checking and nervous phone calls to friends. Nervous isn’t really the right word. Horrified? Thrilled? Crazy? You pick. This had to have been the longest thirty minutes of my life.

I guess my anxiety was apparent, as an elderly man a few seats down inquired as to which flight I was waiting on.

“Newark.”

“Well, it must be someone special to have a girl like yourself all twisted up in knots,” he remarked.

That’s the best way to describe it. Twisted up in knots. I was a wreck.

When the flight arrived, you couldn’t come down the escalator fast enough. I’ll never forget your face the first time we locked eyes. It’s the same face you make every time.

You were just as nervous as I was. Probably more, as I was running on pure adrenaline by then. That explains why you were completely startled when I walked right up and gave you a kiss, but I figured after a three hour flight, you deserved one.

The next night, a few dozen hundred kisses later, we split a bottle of wine and had “the talk.” It was decided that a future between us was unrealistic… we lived nearly 1,500 miles apart and a long distance relationship was out of the question.

“Let’s just have fun,” I said. You agreed.

Tears poured as we said goodbye the following day. Of course I didn’t want you to leave, but I was more upset by the fear of never seeing you again. That was when I knew it was a lot more than “fun.” You had me hooked.

In an attempt to hold on to my pride, I held back from telling you I didn’t want to share you. It took two weeks for one of us to crack (I’m so glad you did), but I was already yours.

It’s safe to assume that neither of us had any idea what we were starting. It’s hard and sometimes it’s really lonely, but it won’t always be this way. I have so much to look forward to now, things I never imagined were possible. Every aspect of my life, of my future, changed after falling for you a year ago now.

Has it really been that long?

I would do it all over again.

Seriously, what a year.

I can’t possibly do this justice with a proper public response. I’m not used to sharing it here. People are too judgmental, especially on blogs, which is why I keep most of my personal stuff to myself. She’s braver than I am and has done a much better job at telling our story than I ever could.

She’s a huge part of my life now, my otter half and completely unexpected.

I’m looking forward to many more years and not quite as many frequent flyer miles.

these two are awesome. i hope they can be together someday soon.

November 19, 2009
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