Slow Ride...

The city that never sleeps is going to slow down a bit, it seems. Massive service cutbacks and fare increases have been passed by the MTA's board.

It could be a bargaining tactic to force Albany to cough up some green but my bet is that my commute -- and travel to just about anywhere -- is about to get uglier.

Title of this post courtesy of Foghat.

Worst Week Ever...

So this Japanese businessman was on a business trip to Hiroshima on Aug. 6, 1945 and gets a nuke dropped on him.

You can imagine how glad he was to quickly make it back home to Nagasaki...

Just in time for the Aug. 9 bombing there.

Wow.

One, two, three o'clock... three o'clock rock?

So the Dow took a nosedive right at 3:00 again today. There seems to be a definite pattern of enormous volatility -- usually a price drop -- popping up right at 3:00.

I have no idea what's driving that, just that it's weird.

In other, happy news, I promise to have some more posts soon. I realize I've been light lately.

What can I say, the realization that my blog's readership is up 300% has left me with a bit of performance anxiety...

That said, I've got at least one longish, serious-ish post I'm noodling. And when I get some time to read the NY Times you just know there'll be something to kvetch about. It's the nature of the beast.

Tragically Amazing Photos

Some amazing photos of the devastation of Ike.

What a week I'm having!

So yeah.

Just to put it out there:

There are better ways to start your work week than by reading in the NY Times that your company has 48 to 72 hours left unless it raises a massive amount of money. In a credit market that's collapsing.

I'll have lots and lots more to say about this. (Hey, if you're reading this and you have no idea what this whole mess is, give me a shout or stay tuned. I can explain it with wit and verve! Just ask my coworkers who I've been amusing/elucidating all day!)

For a tease, here's Hank Greenberg (the CEO who built AIG and was forced out during a trumped up accounting scandal pursued by that peach of a man Eliot Spitzer) writing to Robert Willumstad (the latest of our revolving door of CEOs after Hank left. Decent guy, but with a pretty hopeless mission.) on Monday. The day before we were bailed out (read: bought) by the Fed.

And here's my shorter version:

I hate you. You know this. But even aside from that, I've offered to help you. You've ignored me. You're going to lose the company you fucking moron. Take my fucking help.

Yours, Hank