<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201</id><updated>2009-11-14T14:32:53.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><subtitle type='html'>"Adam Smith's enormous authority resides, in the end, in the same property that we discover Marx: not in any ideology, but in an effort to see to the bottom of things." Robert L. Heilbroner commenting on An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations--
We are no Adam Smith, but we are putting forth "an effort to see to the bottom of things."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>801</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-310102505626629671</id><published>2009-11-10T16:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:25:41.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things On My Mind</title><content type='html'>1.  The idea that "funny" is an objective term.  &lt;a href="http://www.adamcarolla.com/ACPBlog/"&gt;Adam Carolla&lt;/a&gt; and his guests have talked about this some.  I certainly think that Norm MacDonald is funnier than Larry the Cable Guy.  But I have always thought that "funny" was what made me laugh.  I guess what I am saying is the economist in me says funny is what puts people in seats and money into comedians' pockets.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  I really think that in five years 50-60% of my income will go to taxes.  I am not saying this to be pessimistic.  And I am not overly concerned about my or "this country's" future.  It is just what I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Health insurance doesn't equal health care.  Health insurance doesn't equal health care.  Just like life insurance doesn't equal life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  I am reading Bill Kirchner's &lt;i&gt;A Miles Davis Reader&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;I am not that far into it, but Miles is the man.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-310102505626629671?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/310102505626629671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=310102505626629671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/310102505626629671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/310102505626629671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-things-on-my-mind.html' title='Some Things On My Mind'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-4936735921647320014</id><published>2009-11-05T10:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:34:18.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NASCAR Is Still A Good Sport To Write About</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2009/writers/joe_posnanski/11/03/jimmie.johnson/index.html"&gt;Joe Posnanski sheds some light by not shedding light on Jimmie Johnson&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NASCAR is and has always been about crazy men.  Men who can drive 200mph.  Men who can quell their fear of death like very few other men can.  The Car of Tomorrow and Corporate NASCAR doesn't allow these stories to come through.  They don't allow fans to appreciate how absolutely crazy these men are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-4936735921647320014?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/4936735921647320014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=4936735921647320014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/4936735921647320014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/4936735921647320014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/nascar-is-still-good-sport-to-write.html' title='NASCAR Is Still A Good Sport To Write About'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-7827484383072210566</id><published>2009-11-04T10:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:19:48.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Movies, Not Enough Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1178663/" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whatever Works&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Watching a Woody Allen film isn't like &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109830/" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;Forrest Gump'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;s "a box of chocolates." You know what you're going to get. It isn't going to be sweet. It isn't going to be dark. It is going to have a few nuts in it. But when you're finished, you're going to say "that wasn't too bad." You are also going to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also enjoyed &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1018818/" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;The Assassination of a High School President&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Both it and &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0473705/" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;State of Play&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;openly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;plagiarized &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0074119/" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;All The President's Men&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;But at least &lt;i&gt;Assassination &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;and Bruce Willis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;had a sense of humor. &lt;i&gt;State of Play&lt;/i&gt; had better actors, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't make it a fictional &lt;i&gt;All The President's Men. &lt;/i&gt;I have never&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;liked when a fictional movie tried too hard. &lt;i&gt;All The President's Men&lt;/i&gt; was true, and that is what it made it so good. &lt;i&gt;State of Play&lt;/i&gt; wasn't true, and that is why the twists and turns kept me watching but didn't impress me in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really liked &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0074119/" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0074119/" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;anagement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I thought it was funny and also spoke to the struggle of "home" versus "the world" and "ramblin'." Life, love, charity, and moving forward isn't simple. And neither is being part of a family business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like &lt;i&gt;Assassination&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1091722/" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;Adventureland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; impressed me. A "coming of age" story that uses Lou Reed's "Satellite of Love" reminded me of listening to U2's cover version on their "One" single and marveling over "I love to watch things on TV." Like the characters in Adventureland, I soon realized that watching things on TV and dreaming about things on TV and looking up to guys like Ryan Reynolds' character did not get you closer to "being on TV." In fact, all it did was keep you stuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1091722/" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Transformers 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I slept through a 1/4th of it. I liked Transformers as a kid. I usually like cartoon super-hero movies, but no matter how much action and noise &lt;i&gt;Transformers 2&lt;/i&gt; had, I didn't care about what happened to any of the characters including my friend Optimus Prime. It was disappointing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wife made me watch &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1093908/" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I will never get that hour and forty minutes back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1197628/" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Observe and Report&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was absolutely crazy, a manic movie about a bi-polar person. It was funny and deeply sad at the same time similar to &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1093908/" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;Swimming With Sharks&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;A demented world can be entertaining to watch, and I couldn't wait to see what happened at the end of&lt;i&gt; Observe and Report &lt;/i&gt;or&lt;i&gt; Swimming With Sharks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-7827484383072210566?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/7827484383072210566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=7827484383072210566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/7827484383072210566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/7827484383072210566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-many-movies-not-enough-work.html' title='Too Many Movies, Not Enough Work'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-6617553213650169115</id><published>2009-11-02T17:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:20:38.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things</title><content type='html'>1.  I have never been addicted to drugs.  I have heard that crack-heads spend the rest of their life searching for the high of that first hit.  Warm, fresh, right-off-the-assembly-line Krispy Kreme donuts is all I am going to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Vista sucks.  The Mac commercial makes sense.  Microsoft has been selling empty promises since I have started using computers.  Windows will work most of the time, but when it doesn't, it will make your life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Wireless mouses were a great invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I bought a cord to hook up my laptops to my TV.  I have no idea what I am going to do with it, but I am really glad I have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-6617553213650169115?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/6617553213650169115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=6617553213650169115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/6617553213650169115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/6617553213650169115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-t.html' title='Some Things'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-1891871923424122824</id><published>2009-11-01T21:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:40:10.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Truck His Ass" Or The Pursuit</title><content type='html'>"Truck his ass" is what I said when I saw Howard coming home on Damon's throw.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I watched the first game of the World Series.  She has no idea about baseball.  No idea whatsoever.  But she and I enjoyed the game.  The Phillies won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the Yankees.  I have never liked them.  It really started when they came back against the Braves in '96.  I never thought they could get four wins in six games against the Braves' starters.  But even before then, my grandfather told me to not like teams from New York, especially one named the Yankees.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a big fan of the Phillies or Philadelphia either.  I grew up watching the Redskins.  Washington fans have very little respect for the other NFC east cities.  Philadelphia, New York, and Dallas don't get "my team isn't playing" fandom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I enjoyed game one, prefer the National League to the American League, Charlie Manuel is from Virginia, and I started rooting for the Phillies.  I couldn't watch Game 2, and they lost.  I stopped wanting to watch the games.  I couldn't handle it.  I couldn't handle watching a baseball game, caring about the outcome, but knowing that my desired outcome probably won't happen kills me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to watch anything sports related especially with the Redskins the laughingstock of the NFL and the Hokies choking away another season.  And here I was enjoying the beautiful game of baseball in HD, and I don't even hate this Yankees team as much as usual (except Joe Girardi), but once I have a rooting interest, I can't watch the damn game without increases in blood pressure and yelling.  I find the whole thing sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I am watching &lt;em&gt;Mad Men&lt;/em&gt;, and President Kennedy gets assassinated.  I remember September 11th and April 16th.  I remember that baseball and sports and most everything else is a distraction from the only important thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-1891871923424122824?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/1891871923424122824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=1891871923424122824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/1891871923424122824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/1891871923424122824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/truck-his-ass-or-pursuit.html' title='&quot;Truck His Ass&quot; Or The Pursuit'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-206533090442467269</id><published>2009-10-27T13:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:04:01.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Thoughts</title><content type='html'>1.  For some reason, I've been thinking a lot about writing.  It is a very vain act.  It is also very much subject to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gladwell's&lt;/span&gt; 10,000 hour hypothesis.  But it and other forms of communication is a key in today's world.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  I wanted to watch baseball last night.  I want to watch baseball tonight.  Tomorrow I am not so sure.  This series has great potential, but Selig and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MLB&lt;/span&gt; will screw it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  I don't see why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MLB&lt;/span&gt; cannot have a flexible playoff schedule.  I understand enough business to know that they are probably maximizing revenues, but they are alienating me as a fan.  November is too late for baseball in New York and Philadelphia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  I have also been thinking a lot about luck lately.  Getting a job or getting into a school or getting through a subjective admission process requires an amount of luck.  But there are things you can do to increase your chances.  Those are the things you have to concentrate on to remain sane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-206533090442467269?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/206533090442467269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=206533090442467269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/206533090442467269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/206533090442467269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-thoughts.html' title='Some Thoughts'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-7262642157191250907</id><published>2009-10-16T09:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:36:23.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guessing</title><content type='html'>Risk is purely a probablistic concept. Probability requires a significant number of events. Playing poker once or for one night or for your life's saving is not a risky proposition. It is an uncertain event. The probablities associated with the game of poker are not informative if you're playing for your life's saving. The "right" play, the play with the highest expected value, doesn't mean anything if you lose. It doesn't mean anything if you win. All that matters is winning or losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My example is not a very good one, and I will work on a better one. But there are two ideas here. First of all, risk has no meaning unless you're dealing with a repeatable and replicated event. I would argue we haven't had enough service economy recessions to understand the risks associated with our economy. I would argue we don't know the risks involved with a public health care system in the U.S.  Second, "risky" thinking is dangerous when one explicitly considers uncertainty. People who try and predict recessions will mislead people, because they are thinking about the problem in a fundamentally wrong way. People who discuss a public health care program in terms of outcomes and events will mislead people, because there is a fundamental error in there thinking. We don't know will happen, and we can't argue in probability terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying what I want to say, but my final point is that assuming and proclaiming that you know the distribution of outcomes when you really have no idea is (might be) dangerous and wrongheaded.  We (some times) need to admit when we're guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poker isn't the best Risk, the idea that events can be broken up into chance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-7262642157191250907?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/7262642157191250907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=7262642157191250907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/7262642157191250907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/7262642157191250907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/10/risk-is-purely-probablistic-concept.html' title='Guessing'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-7478472939652387814</id><published>2009-10-16T09:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:59:08.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Economy</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write a post saying the economy has turned around, because my last two flights were relatively full.  But the Hayek in me knows this is the same error in scope most people make.  "The economy" doesn't exist.  It is just Orwellian political language to be used and manipulated by political pundits and pseudo-intellectuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last two flights were full.  You decide what that really means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I am sitting in a surgery waiting room.  I can assure you the surgery business is brisk also.  Thinking of surgery as business is strange, but I think that is the proper way to think about it.  There is too much money involved for it to be thought of any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-7478472939652387814?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/7478472939652387814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=7478472939652387814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/7478472939652387814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/7478472939652387814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/10/economy.html' title='The Economy'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-5879036423637384127</id><published>2009-10-14T10:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:37:45.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Plane Which Is Going Through Choppy Air</title><content type='html'>1.  I still get a thrill out of lifting off the ground.  I hope I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I also get a thrill out of racing through a major airport to catch a plane.  I have a feeling as I get older this thrill will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I don't care much for choppy air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-5879036423637384127?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/5879036423637384127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=5879036423637384127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/5879036423637384127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/5879036423637384127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-plane-which-is-going-through.html' title='From The Plane Which Is Going Through Choppy Air'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-1692076379560731558</id><published>2009-10-13T17:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:31:24.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts While I Was Running</title><content type='html'>1.  I don't drink enough water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I have known that I don't drink enough water for a long time.  Once in the 11th grade, my body cramped up so bad because of dehydration that I stayed on my den floor for two hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  There is nothing sadder than continually doing a stupid thing over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I can't watch TV and do work.  But I watch TV and act like I am working.  Another sad situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The lesson here is to drink water and turn the TV off when you want to work.  It is like my old coach said, "Push away from the table you fat-ass., push away from the table!"  "Let your mistakes by your own."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-1692076379560731558?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/1692076379560731558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=1692076379560731558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/1692076379560731558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/1692076379560731558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/10/thoughts-while-i-was-running.html' title='Thoughts While I Was Running'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-4779951209141642571</id><published>2009-10-13T08:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:24:54.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No, Not That Nobel Prize</title><content type='html'>I have seen three Nobel Prize economists speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Buchanan is still my favorite, but I did enjoy Elinor Ostrom.  I would have never thought she would have won a Nobel Prize in economics, but she did.  And the profession is better for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-4779951209141642571?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/4779951209141642571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=4779951209141642571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/4779951209141642571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/4779951209141642571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-not-that-nobel-prize.html' title='No, Not That Nobel Prize'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-6418022157424532800</id><published>2009-10-11T06:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T06:40:34.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Would Like To See Tried But Not Necessarily On A Permanent Basis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;All balls and strikes determined by K-Zone or a similar computer system.  If it is in the box, it is a strike.  If it isn't, it is a ball.  The home plate umpire would only help determine swings and plays at the plate.  Notice, I said I would like to see it tried not that I think it should be implemented.  I think balls and strikes have always been very arbitrary, and I don't have the counterfactual to know if this is better than the alternative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All major sports have a "the umpire or referee completely screwed up and we have to do something about it" replay system.  I imagine this looking somewhat like college football's every play Is reviewed system, but I would like for it to include other blatant bad calls like pass interference penalties.  This system would have to be somewhat arbitrary.  The idea would be that the call was so blatant that it only takes a single review and everyone knows the referee screwed up, then the call would corrected.  I am ignoring the counterfactual problem here, but I think it can be overcome.    The system would depend on mutual agreeability between teams.  Like with Mauer's fair ball the other night, you give him a double and move forward.  I don't think that ex ante (right after it happened) the Yankees would have disagreed with that, especially if they knew the same would be done for them.  Again, I just want to see this and admit it might not (probably won't) work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would like to see a college football playoff system, but I think it is like the above things.  It might work, but I don't think it is guaranteed. (Listen to this possibility, Virginia Tech versus Miami in the BCS championship game.  I don't think Florida or Alabama is going to lose twice.  Texas didn't impress me last night.  I know Virginia Tech will screw up.  But imagine the possibilities.  This is why I am unsure about the playoff system.)   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-6418022157424532800?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/6418022157424532800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=6418022157424532800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/6418022157424532800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/6418022157424532800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-i-would-like-to-see-tried-but.html' title='Things I Would Like To See Tried But Not Necessarily On A Permanent Basis'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-7667659969337208842</id><published>2009-10-09T08:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:19:06.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Morning Or Whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess it started last night.  My wife and I argued about how much TV we watch.  She is happy with her work ethic.  She is happy with the amount of time she spends in front of the TV.  I am not happy with my work ethic.  I think the TV sucks my energy and work ethic out of me.  We disagree.  We argue which really sucks the energy out of both of us.  She says, "Whatever," which I interpret as "This is life."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wake up late this morning.  But this isn't too bad, because I have to pick up something for breakfast and lunch.  I also have to pay my HOA dues.  I leave the apartment, and I even remember my parking pass and pack a bag with a couple of drinks and granola bars.  I don't put the bag in my computer bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I pay my HOA dues.  I go to the grocery store.  I buy one of those microwaveable semi-prepared sandwiches for breakfast.  This is of course a mistake.  I should know better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I parked.  I am three steps from the office when I realize that I did not put my parking pass on my rear-view mirror.  I walk back and put the tag up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I make breakfast.  Semi-prepared food sucks.  It always does.  It always will.  It is passable, but it sucks.  And it makes a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember that my bag of drinks and granola bars are still in the truck.  I go down and buy a drink from the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am in the office with one other person. She is coughing and sneezing.  She seems to be deathly ill to me.  She assures a professor that she was sick but is now recovering.  This scares the hell out of me.      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-7667659969337208842?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/7667659969337208842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=7667659969337208842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/7667659969337208842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/7667659969337208842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-morning-or-whatever.html' title='My Morning Or Whatever'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-4785998301903654525</id><published>2009-10-07T09:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:59:34.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Commentaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/06/opinion/06brooks.html?_r=2&amp;amp;hpw'&gt;From the New York Times.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.denverpost.com/harsanyi/ci_13501105'&gt;From the Denver Post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the debate of our times, and I think both columnists reach the correct conclusion.  As my political activist colleague says, "Something always beats nothing."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marx had some valid observations.  There will always be classes, but I don't think there is a real class struggle.  The "doers, the Jims, the Humes," don't have time to bother with the "non-doers, the Mr. Hoovers, the Benthams."      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-4785998301903654525?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/4785998301903654525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=4785998301903654525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/4785998301903654525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/4785998301903654525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-commentaries.html' title='Two Commentaries'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-1350332177920837695</id><published>2009-10-05T14:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:26:55.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“I Feel Like Such A Whore; I Can’t Do Anything For Free Anymore” Or Two Monday Afternoon Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought about the title quote this afternoon.  I've never thought that passion and "being paid" were mutually exclusive.  But I have always thought that it was hard to do both at the same time, and only a select number of people get to be passionate about what they get paid for.  Part of me thinks my outlook is wrong.  I should do everything in my power to make my passion fruitful.  Another part of me understands that passion is usually a fleeting thing.  What I am passionate about today won't mean a thing to me tomorrow.  This is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;How in the world is Tech a 12-14 point favorite over Boston College?  Has anyone watched the last few seasons in the ACC?  Do people from Boston College just not bet?  Did anyone watch Tech against Duke, another well-coached disciplined team?  I wish I had the courage to gamble.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-1350332177920837695?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/1350332177920837695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=1350332177920837695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/1350332177920837695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/1350332177920837695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-like-such-whore-i-cant-do.html' title='“I Feel Like Such A Whore; I Can’t Do Anything For Free Anymore” Or Two Monday Afternoon Thoughts'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-6383727583465897429</id><published>2009-10-04T08:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T08:18:00.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning Reflection On The Last Three Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday night I saw U2.  I know opinions on U2 vary.  But they absolutely rocked.  I saw them (and Chelsea Clinton) in RFK on the PopMart tour.  This show was ten times better.  They're at a point where they still have the physical skills to put on a show and the experience to know how to put on a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday night I saw my high school team.  They ran the most efficient spread offense I've ever seen in high school.  They are 5 and 0 (almost twice as many wins as we had total in my junior and senior years).  They need to find a package that will help them run out the clock without exposing their quarterback to injury and infuriating the opposing team.  But I was thoroughly impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday, I didn't do much.  I did mow my parent's grass in record time.  It wasn't perfect, but it is done.  Now we have to hope for an early October freeze.         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-6383727583465897429?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/6383727583465897429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=6383727583465897429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/6383727583465897429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/6383727583465897429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-morning-reflection-on-last-three.html' title='Sunday Morning Reflection On The Last Three Days'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-4901018101777640633</id><published>2009-09-30T15:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:15:00.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Store Ideas Or The Lack Of Video Store Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;My family and I know that the video business isn't going to make it in the long or medium term.  In the short-run, we have a locational monopoly.   Right now, the business is a cash cow.  Everything is paid for.  The rent is cheap.  We don't have to pay a lot in labor.  Business is definitely slowing.  And we have no delusions about our long-term future. But the question becomes what can we do right now to make a few more dollars? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're thinking about adding a subscription plan.  Obviously, we're late on this one.  It would cost us a $1000-$2000 to upgrade our software and computer equipment, but it would require us to get credit card capabilities which should increase our revenues and help us eventually liquidate our inventory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've also thought about increasing our internet presence with a Twitter, Facebook, and Blog Accounts.  All of these only cost time, but they could definitely help us market the business.  (There is part of me who thinks this is part of the future for local business.  A local business creates a "following".  When people check their Facebook Account, they see what DVDs are being released Tuesday.  They can debate other "friends" and customers about what movies are good.  The local storefront and the fact that customers see and know other customers add a little humanity that "big" business cannot.  I also like the idea of "Twitter Specials" like all followers get a free bag of microwave popcorn.  From a marketing perspective, this kind of advertising is so much accountable than advertising in the high school yearbook or local newspaper.  I can easily count how many followers took advantage of the Twitter Special.)   This internet presence should also help us eventually liquidate our inventory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With all of this being said, I know it is only a matter of time before the video store goes the way of the record store, but I want to squeeze every last dollar out of it that I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-4901018101777640633?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/4901018101777640633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=4901018101777640633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/4901018101777640633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/4901018101777640633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/09/video-store-ideas-or-lack-of-video.html' title='Video Store Ideas Or The Lack Of Video Store Ideas'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-7786531808968603614</id><published>2009-09-29T14:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:55:50.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Health, Fitness, Nutrition, And Me Discussing Things That I Don’t Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was jogging yesterday I decided that my definition of a basically healthy person was someone who could safely and efficiently exit a building if there was an emergency.  If the person had children, he or she should also be able to help those children to safely and efficiently exit a building during an emergency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then my mom was telling me (complaining) about her new aerobics/strength training class.  I wasn't listening.  She called me on it.  And I went into my health manifesto to prove that I was actually kind-of listening:    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, nutrition is the key to being healthy.  If you eat crap, you will not be more than basically healthy.  Proper nutrition is a constant struggle for the vast majority of Americans.  It isn't society's fault.  It isn't a cultural problem.  Society and culture contributes, but it is about making difficult choices.  Food that tastes good is usually not good for you.  A person who eats food that tastes good (especially in my family) usually eats too much.  One has to make a habit out of eating low calorie-low fat-low sugar food (most of the time).  One has to make it a habit to watch his portions (most of the time).    But remember my definition of basically healthy, it is better to eat crap and be heavy than be an alcoholic who is too drunk (or not there to) to get his kids out of his burning house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second, exercise is about activity habits.  My mom can go to aerobics/strength training once a week, but if she wants to progress, especially during the aerobics portion, she has to increase her activity levels throughout the week.  A power lifter has to lift heavy weight.  A runner has to run.  If my mom wants to keep up with her aerobics instructor, she has to do aerobics.  You have to establish habits, because the exercise itself doesn't burn that many calories.  It is the gradual boost in metabolism that really leads to weight loss.  It is that confidence and bad-ass feeling that comes from pushing yourself past your pre-conceived limits that allows one to do more.  But again, exercise has very little to do with achieving my definition of healthy.  If you're on crutches because of a torn ACL or a knee replacement, you aren't making it out of the building.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The word that keeps being repeated is habits.  If you want to move past basic healthiness, you have to develop nutritional and activity habits.  But the thing to remember is that all habits generate opportunity costs and tradeoffs.  In other words, being healthy isn't simple, and I can understand when people decide that it isn't worth it.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-7786531808968603614?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/7786531808968603614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=7786531808968603614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/7786531808968603614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/7786531808968603614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/09/health-fitness-nutrition-and-me.html' title='Health, Fitness, Nutrition, And Me Discussing Things That I Don’t Know'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-5751637355695135072</id><published>2009-09-27T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:59:01.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Done</title><content type='html'>No more Redskins.  The just aren't worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-5751637355695135072?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/5751637355695135072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=5751637355695135072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/5751637355695135072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/5751637355695135072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m Done'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-4090893093031299427</id><published>2009-09-26T09:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:29:54.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wouldn't be upset if the Redskins traded for Braylon Edwards or Brandon Marshall.  The fact that I wouldn't be upset worries me.  I think it shows that I am becoming really indifferent to the Redskins' future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could see Virginia Tech playing Alabama again in the BCS National Championship Game.  By 6:00PM, I have a feeling this vision will be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am watching Rachel Ray.  I have no idea what this says about me.  But I don't think it is good.  She is baking bacon.  This fascinates me.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should do a good amount of cleaning today.  This doesn't fit into by badass persona.  But I am so badass, I am going to do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is raining in Blacksburg.  This has to play in favor of Virginia Tech, right?  Maybe it will be 6:30PM or 7:00PM before my vision in 2 will be crushed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-4090893093031299427?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/4090893093031299427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=4090893093031299427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/4090893093031299427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/4090893093031299427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-morning-thoughts.html' title='Saturday Morning Thoughts'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-2131450349405524906</id><published>2009-09-25T17:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T06:39:04.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Women Don’t Understand Or A Personal Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;I must think of myself as a badass. I still think I could get in a three point stance and block guys. I still think I can take a few months to get back in shape and be able to play "ball." I think I can do it. But I don't do it, because I don't want to. I am so badass, I do what I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to think this way, because when I don't, I am not worth a shit. This proof of this statement is evident (at least in my mind). When I don't have this "lethal ape" feeling, I don't get things done. I am tentative. I am bored. I am not much good. As Ol' Willis Bond used to say, "I ain't worth a shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not violent. I recognize that it is just a feeling. I know that I couldn't block my sixteen year old 150 pound cousin. I can't even get in three point stance without mildly injuring myself. I recognize that all I really need is confidence in my ability to push through the difficulties that life throws in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But there is no better way to instill that confidence than to convince yourself that you are a Grade A, Mr. T-like badass. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-2131450349405524906?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/2131450349405524906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=2131450349405524906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/2131450349405524906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/2131450349405524906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-women-dont-understand-or-personal.html' title='What Women Don’t Understand Or A Personal Confession'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-5704417673039058422</id><published>2009-09-25T09:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:44:34.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep On Rockin' In The Free World Or Manohla Dargis' Review Of Michael Moore's New "Entertainment"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 22px; font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.nytimes.com/2009/09/23/movies/23capitalism.html?8mu&amp;amp;emc=mua1"&gt;"In the end, what is to be done? After watching “Capitalism,” it beats me. Mr. Moore doesn’t have any real answers, either, which tends to be true of most socially minded directors in the commercial mainstream and speaks more to the limits of such filmmaking than to anything else. Like most of his movies, “Capitalism” is a tragedy disguised as a comedy; it’s also an entertainment. This isn’t the story of capitalism as conceived by Karl Marx or Naomi Klein, and it certainly isn’t the story of contemporary American capitalism, which extends across the globe and far beyond Mr. Moore’s sightlines."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She reminds me of this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2006/05/movie-review.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.  I have had a long complex intellectual relationship with Michael Moore.  Recently, he has just pissed me off.   The fact that the "socially minded" will see this movie and come out nodding their head "yes" without being able to answer what they are really affirming really pisses me off.  It also scares the hell out of me.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-5704417673039058422?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/5704417673039058422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=5704417673039058422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/5704417673039058422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/5704417673039058422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/09/keep-on-rockin-in-free-world-or-manohla.html' title='Keep On Rockin&apos; In The Free World Or Manohla Dargis&apos; Review Of Michael Moore&apos;s New &quot;Entertainment&quot;'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-5994969743744331556</id><published>2009-09-24T09:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:05:08.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconveniences</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;My office floor had an inch of dust and grime on it.  It hadn't been cleaned in eighteen months.  There were pistachio and peanut shells under the desk.   It was disgusting.  For the last six months, I have thought about how I should clean it up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I still got a little upset when the custodians made me leave the office for two and a half minutes, so they could clean my office floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-5994969743744331556?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/5994969743744331556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=5994969743744331556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/5994969743744331556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/5994969743744331556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/09/inconveniences.html' title='Inconveniences'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-3020008945594465112</id><published>2009-09-23T16:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:29:36.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know What To Think About This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/news/story?id=4497952"&gt;He has won a lot of games&lt;/a&gt;.  But maybe it is time for a change.  I guess we will find out after next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-3020008945594465112?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/3020008945594465112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=3020008945594465112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/3020008945594465112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/3020008945594465112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know-what-to-think-about-this.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know What To Think About This'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14375201.post-7652189632532711114</id><published>2009-09-23T11:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:34:12.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Energy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;I plug my netbook in at airports, coffee shops, in my office, and at home.  I pay the electricity bill at home, but I can't discern any marginal increases when I charge my netbook.  I have started turning off my desktop when not in use, but I haven't been able to tell much difference in my bill because of that either.  I've read where these electric cars (specifically the Chevy Volt) won't be as cheap as people think because of the increases in electric bills due to charging them.  I've heard the cost of electricity will increase in the near future.  I know that my electricity bill was high in the winter when my heater had to run all day and night.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The point here is that uncertainty about technology, regulations, government, fossil fuel supplies, etc. abounds.  No one knows what is going to happen.  But the world keeps spinning.  And that is the only energy that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14375201-7652189632532711114?l=wannabebastiat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/feeds/7652189632532711114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14375201&amp;postID=7652189632532711114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/7652189632532711114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14375201/posts/default/7652189632532711114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannabebastiat.blogspot.com/2009/09/energy.html' title='Energy'/><author><name>Wannabe Bastiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12762584674502300741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14646698983972240959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>