Have you wondered what is really behind the credit crisis? Here’s the poop…

How Wall Street Bankers Helped Create the Current Credit Crisis

By Martin Hutchinson

Get your cash ready – third quarter may be about the right time to see REO properties offered at great prices.

Mars out.

Bayou Healthcare…

Today, the third time since 1993, I went to a doctor because I was not feeling well. A few things have changed. In the exam room the nurse said she was going to take my temperature and blood pressure. She put a little plastic clamp on my finger and stuck the digital thermometer in my mouth. “That’s interesting” I thought “the sphygmomanometer design has really changed” she read the temperature on the base unit then removed the finger clamp. I asked what my blood pressure was. She said “I haven’t done that yet” so I asked what the clamp was for. She said it was to measure my oxygen. So I asked what it was and she said 98%. So I said “Oh 98% of 21%”. She stared at me. (Some of you are smiling, thank god) I said “The atmosphere” She continued staring and looked uncomfortable so I asked her “Do smokers get 98% oxygen often? She relaxed and said “Yeah, most of them…” (I don’t have enough information on this one. I’ll ask Dr. Shadid the next time I see him.)

Out came the cuff and rubber bulb. She finished that then asked me to turn around and drop my pants. She walked towards me palming a fat syringe with a needle the size of Bob Marley’s last joint. I complied, faced the wall and felt nothing but the pressure of the steroid entering tissue.

I guess you don’t have to know the general composition of the earth’s atmosphere if you can handle a syringe with skill. I just wondered what was going on that day when she was in third grade and what else she doesn’t know in her chosen field of medicine/science? Then I thought of framers on my job who know nothing about the calculating the length of a valley rafter and angles of end cuts for a soffit with a two foot overhang on a roof with a 5:12 pitch, where and how big is the bird’s mouth, etc. They perform a small part of the process, assembly, and are given the measures by someone else. They are paid for what they can do at a market rate not for what I think they ought to know.

Now I have to decide if I want to carpet bomb the good and “bad” bacteria in my body with clarithromycin, 500 mg 1 tab BID 28 times. 20080325 The carpet bombing began today due to triplet hiccups every 40-60 seconds due to, probably, respiratory infection.

All this for only $160 + ‘scrips.

Mars out.

On a west coast Mexico Beach…

Long walks;

A calm March sun;

White sand and nacre;

A passive mentor is no mentor;

Two bare feet and my black hoodie;

A travelling fat tire five speed would be nice for these trips;

I wanted to live near the deserts of Arizona and New Mexico. Not anymore;

One item expunged from a short list of five one-year goals and a new one added;

A low-grade sinus fever ten days running (from allergies) will not change my state of mind;

Where are the lines between a good memory, collecting another momento and obsessive detachment, or, shall I pick up this beautiful shell? (No, not this one).

Mars out.

Jack is a dull boy…

The circumstances are playing out where work is now at least 12 hours a day 12 days in a row before time off. This is not the quality of life I want.

Mars out.

NYT quotes…

“You can see the White House through the trees,” she said as we peered through a window overlooking the park. “In the old days, you could actually see people bathing in the fountain. Homeless people.”

You know, if being responsible were a priority of mine, my résumé of the past 30 years would be totally different.

“One thing is certain that Congress will do is waste some of your money,” he said. “So I’ve challenged members of Congress to cut the number of cost of earmarks in half.” W

Driving any Lamborghini, whose interstellar styling never fades into the background, is a handy Rorschach test: Onlookers either melt into beatific puddles at first sight, or they studiously ignore the car while dismissing its driver as a cologne-dipped jackass. (When it’s you in the driver’s seat, those in the second group are clearly just jealous.)

Then there’s work:

Mars out.