Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Poke Nose

Holy crap on a cracker, I was ranty last week!  It was exhausting, too, especially since I had a 12.5 hr Sunday and a 9 hr Monday, with students and classes all over the place.  Thank heaven the PSATs are tomorrow, and the ACTs are a week from Saturday - I don't think I could survive another month like the last, and another weekend like the last two.

There wasn't even any good stuff out there last weekend.  Plenty of yard sales (it's been warm), no big caches of stuff.  I think the lack of finds is Mama Angel, poking her big wings into my life again.  In fact, I'm pretty sure because A) I'd made a vow to get my shelves and storage areas clear this fall, mostly with a three-month internet bash on eBay, CraigsList, and Etsy - selling off stuff that I can't wear anymore, don't use anymore, or I'm just plain embarrassed I bought in the first place.  (She's big on me keeping my promises, and usually makes sure I will by pulling gold out of my way.)  And B) there's this:



I spent a dollar.  For work on my bat-wings.  Which is the other thing she's been after me about.  And (okay) I'm fine with that.  Especially since the Big Lug already commented on my "losing weight."

Next week, one of my favorite rummage sales.  I'll depend on Ms. Poke Nose to remind me to take a camera.  And since I'm not putting plenty of stuff online (and wearing myself out in the bargain) I'll also trust her to take the hold off the gold.

Friday, October 8, 2010

The Crow

So I was stopped at a light, filing my front tooth, when I got a good look at my eyebrows in the rear view mirror.  I have Andy Rooney eyebrows - long, bushy, salt-and-pepper brows that seem to have a life (and a zip code) of their own.  And I realized it's not fair that I got his signature feature without his signature sense of the absurd.

At least today I did.  The economy always does this to me.

Really, I need to stop watching CNBC.  Or at least stop drinking soda from a bottle ... so I won't chip my tooth and need to file the burr at a stoplight and see my brows.

Chicken and Egg

I'm in rhetoric overload about the economy.  It's in the toilet, one side says, because we're out of control on government spending (in danger of turning into a socialist nation).  No, it's in a death spiral, the other says, because corporations have screwed the pooch thanks to deregulation, and are totally out of control with their own excesses.  All quote numbers as "percent of GDP" to support themselves and point fingers everywhere else.

So I looked some stuff up.  Here.  The Gross Domestic Product stats page with the Feds, from 1940 (picked at random) to 2009 (last stat date).  What I found was ... interesting.

Since 1940, government spending (fed, state, local) has risen - from 15% of GDP to 20% of GDP (as high as 25% in the 50's) while Goods and Services (which is the stuff that businesses produce) has also stayed fairly level at 68 -71% of GDP.  Looks like they're all wrong, right?

Look again.

During that time period (which started in WWII and continued through Korea and Vietnam), married couples filing jointly paid taxes from 79% (for the million dollar upper tier) in 1940 to 88% (for $200K and above - which pretty much set the upper tier for a long time) 1942-1943, to a high of 94% from 1944 to 1945 (according to the tax bracket page).  Tax rates on the upper tier didn't go below 80% ($200K) again until 1964, and not under 70% until 1982, when it was lowered to 50% (for $85,600 and above).  It then bounced around with max income rising, then percent lowering, until we're now at 35% for $372,950 and above.  (Not as dramatic as what happened in the beginning of Income Tax when the original tax rate of 7% in 1913 went to 77% by 1918, but that's a whole 'nother discussion.)  During the same period, the government outlays almost always hit the 20%'s during war time, and fell back into the 'teens afterward.  (And taxes almost always shot up, too, either in percent or upper bracket cutoff.)

Also during that time period, the proportion of Goods and Services changed just as dramatically.  In 1940 (war time, remember) Goods produced was approx. 41% of GDP (57% of their category), while Services were just 30% of GDP.  By 2009 that had changed to Goods 20% of GDP, Services 48% of GDP.

Oh, and the Net Exports of Goods and Services went from +1.5% of GDP to a high of +4.5% in 1946, when it started its spiral to a low of -4.9% in 2008 (when the crash made everyone pull back, so it's -2.5% now).  If you didn't know, that means we send out more than we take in (and in the service sector that means were farming out 36.7% more jobs than we're importing.

What does this mean?

Simple.  Everybody's right.  And everybody's horribly, terribly wrong.

We are living in a financial house of cards.  We consume more than we produce, which is bad enough, but we're dismantling even the potential to produce more not because we're farming it out to China and India but because we're backfilling the sucking hole with a more "educated" (yet another discussion) and entitled worker.  We've gone from a product-based economy (making solid, in-your-hand items) to a service-based one.  We rise through the ranks of corporate America by finding the holes in the system, and then we go to work for ourselves to market our methods.  If we can hire others, we tend to own businesses that do what everyone else doesn't want to do - cook, clean, handle money, make healthy, instruct, protect - but not those that make cars, or sweaters, or even movies, because those facilities are vanishing from the landscape.  If this trend continues - and it has for 70 years - then it won't be long before we're all be working for someone else, because a service-oriented person, by definition, serves someone.

And that someone probably won't be here.

We need to change.  And not, I think, the way everyone seems to want us to do it.

Ideas?

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Maxxed Out

  
I didn't get Jimmy Olsen's number, but I sent my pics to my computer, even took another with my phone for last week's and yesterday's finds.  These are my first Saturday flea market.  I found a couple of fun things, but one really good one here.  The entire week's stuff is this:
Mostly yard sales (pearl earrings), consignment (hoops priced "sterling" - marked "585"), and an antique mall (the bee, dangle earrings, and one of the pins).  The pin on the right was this flea.

The entire previous week is this:
More pearls (14K clasp, perfect condition), more clutchbacks and wires (no one ever checks!), white gold and singles (rummage sale several hours after opening - few look at "silver" or stray things), toe ring (a dollar!), and one pin from a dollar bin and another that isn't marked that was ten (a yard sale - haven't tested anything yet).  The best finds were the engagement ring with a quarter-carat diamond (a previous husband's), the onyx-and-14K ring and earring set, the jade with diamond, and those pearls, all from the same sale (not dollar finds, but under $200 for all of it).  The hummingbird was yesterday from my favorite charity shop - half its "melt" instead of my usual tenth, but gold is rising again, isn't it?
 
Yes, thank heavens!
 
So I've learned several things this week.  One - pictures on my phone suck, and I can't get them to the blog at that moment anyway, so I need to learn to take my camera and just hit the 'net at the earliest possible opportunity.  Two - the greatest finds seem to come along when my reserves are lowest (that ring was one of two exes' rings), so I need to have a backup plan.  And three - if my backup plan is to restart my internet yard sale to refill the pot, don't do it during my busiest week of the year.
 
I'm dead tired.  I'm sucked dry.  I haven't walked in two weeks.  And I really need to take a shower.
 
Jimmy Olsen can go hang - I need Superman!

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Field Work Study

I had every intention of taking pictures this week, a sort of photolog.  Only problem (at first) was the incredible lack of multitasking ability in this Bunny's gene pool - when push comes to shove, "earning it" outweighs a chronicle of "finding it," at least for now.  Even yesterday (which took me out of town and into an antique mall, a consignment store, and two thrift shops) didn't hit "reset" on my memory.  And today I remembered only near the end of the flea market.

But I DID remember.  I just found out I can't upload the images from my phone, though.  Kinda puts a crimp in the whole Lois Lane thing, huh?

Does anyone have Jimmy Olsen's number?