Tuesday, February 23, 2010
I'm sitting in Eno Terra, an excellent restaurant in Kingston, New Jersey, just over the border from Princeton on Route 27. Magically, it has free wireless, so I am unsettling the wa of the place by blogging my righty thoughts from its wine bar. Next to a woman who looks disturbingly like Glenn Close. Who is waiting for her blind date. Just saying.
Anyway, to the tabs!
Raise taxes, but crush revenues. Freaking brilliant.
When were stocks last undervalued? Seems like Ritholtz is blaming Greenspan -- easy pickings -- but nobody loves a party pooper and there is no party pooper worse than a central banker who kills the bull.
The Mariana Trench, to scale. Deep, dat. The only thing that deep are state tax collections.
Because I'm nothing if not fair, "debunking" Bjorn Lomborg. Scare quotes because I'm not a judger, and because smart people are mocking the mocker. Lomborg's response, so you be the judge.
The worst possible argument in favor of "universal health care." Scare quotes because I'm a judger.
Ezra Klein says that this article makes him more interested in Mitt Romney. Me too, actually.
Five reasons (not) to worry about health care reform.
The Met Office, which generates the "HadCRUT" data for many of the climate models that drive policy, is proposing a "do over", starting with the raw data and adjusting with a transparent process. Good idea. They must have been reading TigerHawk!
Senators Wyden and Gregg introduce a "bi-partisan" tax reform proposal. At the headline level, I like it. I wonder if I will after I study it.
A "paralyzing blizzard" heading for, er, me. Fortunately, I love huge piles of snow.
I'm not going to lie. It never crossed my mind that Jimmy Carter would have a problem with this comparison. Carter's letter to the editor pretty much proves he has the thinnest skin of any postwar president with the possible exception of Richard Nixon. Like, he actually denies being "weak" and "incoherent." Weak. Incoherent. (Carter's depiction of his handling of the Iranian crisis belies the history, which is sadly inconsistent with his status as a Nobel laureate.) Weak. Incoherent. Weak. Incoherent.
And so it goes.
That is the building of the fabled KI or the King's Inn. You used to be able to buy quarts of draft beer for takeout in cylindrical cardboard containers and just drive away with them. Just the way to round up those late nights at the Princeton Plasma Physics lab after slaving over a hot IBM 360 mod. 50. Had to keep the back door open and a large floor fan running to keep it cool.
The KI was also famous for its darts tournaments.
JLW III '67