why it isn’t so simple as A or B (our economy)

I have a lot of friends.  Among my friends are people from every color of the political spectrum, and all of them have an opinion about President Obama’s Economic Recovery Plan.  From conversations at school, tweets I’ve received on twitter, facebook wall posts, and emails, I have discussed this issue with my friends.  Some know what they’re talking about, some don’t.  I would guess that less than 1 in 10 people understand both sides of the debate, and even fewer know why this isn’t a yes or no answer.  My understanding of macroeconomic theory, its application in the US in the last 7 decades, and my observations of the current state of the economy today impel me to share my views and opinion.  Unfortunately, I can’t do that in a tweet, but must explain myself fully.  If you care to join for the ride, I guarantee you will learn something…

You see, if you support the bill, you, whether you know it or not, are in support of Keynesian Economics.  If you are against it, whether you know it or not, you are in support of Free Market Economics.  And here is the cold, hard, sad truth: scholars on each side of thought think they’re right, and scholars on each side of thought have been critically wrong at least once in the last half century.  Lets use this as a starting point.

Macroeconomics is the concept of the role of the government and governments to aid, assist, and/or manage an economy. Both of the big ideas in macroeconomics consider the management of the money supply.  Why?  Available money is usually spent, and therefore, re-spent many times.  This is called the economic multiplier.  The re spending of money represents the total demand (or spendable money) of all the people in the country, and is called aggregate demand.  That demand (money) will be satisfied, so a supply of product must be able to meet demand, and to meet that supply, firms must hire, which means low unemployment, and low unemployment is generally the measure of a healthy economy.

Follow me so far?  Ok, lets talk more about the multiplier.

If every person saved an average proportionate amount of their income and spent the rest, every dollar in the economy is partially saved and partially spent many times. If on average we saved 3% of every dollar (which is my 401k contribution right now) that means that we each spend 97% of every dollar.  The first person to receive the dollar spends $.97 and keeps $.03, the second person spends $.949 cents and keeps $.029, the third spends $.921 and keeps $.024, and so on, until the dollar has been completely saved.  The sum of the spending of that dollar is the multiplier.  I calculated a multiplier using a 3% savings rate and a 30% tax rate and I got a result of 3.11.  In other words, if that were the US multiplier, each dollar in the US economy, after taxes, is worth 3.11 dollars in annual demand.

(Please note: calculating the true multiplier is far more complex as you must consider imports and exports and all taxes.  My 3.11 was using a simple calculation.)

Alright, not too hard, right?  Now, that you know the basics of macroeconomics, lets get into the differences between the two schools of thought.

Keynesian Economics come from the inventor of Macroeconomics, John Keynes.  Keynes suggested that careful planning on the part of the government could control the demand of an economy, which as I said above, results in its prosperity.  A recession is basically slowed demand, which means slowed output, which means higher unemployment.  If the government wants to reduce unemployment and therefore rebound from a recession, it needs to increase demand.  How? By spending money into the economy.   That money is respent through the multiplier into a total increase in aggregate demand.  Using my 3.11 multiplier, 1 trillion dollars is a 3.11 trillion dollar increase in aggregate demand.  This is the control of fiscal policy, the Keynesian’s key tool to economic management.  The Keynesian belief is that in bad times, when the private sector is saving money due to loss of confidence and fear of the recession, the government should spend money to boost the economy out of the hole.  The consequence is deficit spending, which must be paid for through debt.  In good times, the government should increase taxes to repay the debt and consequentially prevent a boom time at the cost of paying back the last recession’s debt.  The long-term result is short recessions and no boom times but no depressions and long-term high levels of employment.

Free Market Economies are an offshoot of the original concept of pure capitalism from classical economics plus some new ideas.  Unlike pure capitalism, the government does have a role, first, to ensure a competitive environment (prevent monopolies), second, to keep taxes low (which increases the multiplier and thus aggregate demand), and third, to control monetary policy.  The adjustment up or down of the central bank’s interest rate is the free market economist’s main tool.  Like the Keynesian equivalent, fiscal policy, monetary policy increases or decreases the money supply (which is then subject to the multiplier) by letting the private sector, and not the government, take on debt and increase spending during down times.  Why?  Because supposedly, the government can’t pick the best ways to spend money, but the private sector can.  With cheaper lending, firms can take on value-added projects for cheaper and thus hire workers and decrease unemployment.  Once the economy rebounds, the interest should be raised so firms only invest in the highest value projects and not the inefficient projects.  So yes, the two theories have directly opposite results on the private and public sectors depending on the economic conditions.

So now, we’ve got both big theories in our heads… now for the history.

Before the invention of macroeconomic theory by Keynes after WWI and during the depression, a policy like free markets were in effect… and the world boomed.  But, the unregulated markets took advantage of the freedom, greed set in, and boom! Great Depression.  Roosevelt was advised by Keynes and others like him to spend, and spend he did, and relief was had, but it was not complete.  The WWII ended the Great Depression because Government spent like mad, and that money, with the multiplier, resulted in the huge growth of the economies of all the capitalist governments of the time.  Keynes became a hero for helping the allies win the war through careful management of the economy, and made a case for careful management from then out.  Keynes died shortly thereafter.

And so in the USA, Keynesian economics took hold, and peaked with Kennedy/Johnson who achieved statistical unemployment with steady growth.  Johnson balanced the budget and wanted to raise taxes more to set aside government savings for the next slow time, but the congress wouldn’t let him… after all, they had elections to win.  So the growth continued… faster and faster.  Fueled, no pun intended, by the oil embargo and a President who didn’t understand economics, that growth stopped.  Nixon & Carter tried to spend their way out of a recession, but couldn’t.  All across the world, Keynesian economies were suffering similarly.

In the 80’s, it was generally believed that Keynes’ ideas saved us from war but not from the forces of the economy, and so a new approach was taken to fix the current woes.  Reagan, and his counterpart in Great Britain, Margaret Thatcher, shoved free-market economics down our throats.  The transition was hard, but by reelection time, we had growth again.  Huge tax cuts, huge government spending cuts (but  still a deficit), a more proactive central bank (Federal Reserve), and a couple years resulted in a growth again.  Clinton took office with nothing to do but continue to ride the tide.  Under G. W. Bush, the Federal Reserve pushed interest rates very low to spur growth during the post-9-11 downturn, and didn’t bring them back up.  Growth… faster and faster. And again, the bubble burst.  Here we are today.

So, there is your overview of macroeconomic theory and short history.  Now, what about today?

As of today, 70 years of economic policy can be summed up as two ideas that both epically failed.  The 1970’s recession and the post-housing bubble recession of today each proved a theory wrong.  So, both theories have been proven failures… or have they?  I say not and instead common denominator to the failures: government inaction during good times as a result of greed.  You see, our government had a role as the agent of macroeconomic policy to be responsible about our nation’s growth.  Each economic theory dictated things to do when times are good and things to do when times are bad.  Our governments followed the “when times are bad part” even when times were good.

Our government wanted unending growth… faster and faster.  In their tenures, each economic theory was used to wind an economy up from the ground and then push it harder and harder despite a warning label on the box.  Doctors warn us that taking medicine regularly makes it increasingly ineffective on a our bodily systems.  When the current dose doesn’t work, we get more.  When the drug doesn’t work anymore, we change it.  Doctors also tell us to not take drugs when we’re not sick, or the speed at which the drug becomes ineffective increases.  The last 70 years saw a government heavily drug its economy with higher and higher doses, even when it wasn’t sick, and twice, the drugs stopped working.  Instead of raising taxes (Keynesian) or raising the interest rate (Free Market) when times were good, the government ignored the call to enact the fair-weather policies their economists told them to.  And the economy, which is a living breathing thing, being forced to do something unnatural, needed a reset.  Our government, made of both republicans and democrats, an extension of us, because of the greed we all shared, made these recessions happen… no economic theory is to blame.

Where do we go from here?

Free Market Economics imply that there is nothing that can be done.  The key tool, the control of the interest rates, was dulled and ineffective when some interest rates were lowered to zero last year.  From here out, Free Market Theory is dead weight, mainly because the predicted result of low rates, increased borrowing is not occurring.  George Bush and his economic team enacted odd policies to try and save the economy in a way that scared both Keynesian and Free-Market Economists.  Time will tell if they worked.  For the most part, an entire nation is begging for government intervention, something very much against Free-Market Economics.  People don’t understand the consequences of government intervention and going back to Keynesian Economics.  It isn’t easy, and there is no such thing as a quick fix.  Republicans, who are generally Free-Market, are favoring tax cuts but those cause deficits just as easily as spending.  This crisis, unlike the 1970’s recession, has to do with completely unavailable credit, even though rates are at all-time lows, so as far as I, the casual observer, sees it, further support of Free Market Economics could result in ten years of stagnant, if not worsening, conditions much like ten years of further support of Keynesian Economics did in the 1970’s.  I don’t know if a full switch back to Keynesian-ism is wise, especially in a very globalized world that we live in today.  These questions can’t be fully answered in my scope of knowledge, nor do I think anyone can.

So, what is the opinion on the Obama plan?  I refuse to answer that for you… I leave it up to you to decide.  But when you make your decision, know that there is no right answer anymore, and that either side you pick has been both wrong and right and tarnished by greed and subject to the epic failure of government, and that I beg you to please cease the harsh if not downright mean commentary you aim toward people who may be on the other side of the line but are just as lost as you.

reflections on the state of the states

Any resident of the United States will agree: times are rough and somewhat scary.  Today, Warren Buffet’s 8 year old warning saying that the stock market was overvalued by as much as twice as what it should be worth proved true, because today after seeing peaks near $14,000 one year ago, the Dow Jones Industrials Average stock index dipped below $7500.  My bank, er, credit union, had $11 million in losses last month, when last year it had less than $1 million in losses all year.  With only 10 months of undistributed earnings (aka, equity) left to feed on, I worry for my money and my mom’s job.  My generation’s civil rights movement is breaking out, as gay and lesbian activists march on courts, capitols, and Mormon churches demanding an end to the injustice after devastating losses this year at the ballot box after years of quiet and less visibile protest.  Our current President, on his way to being remembered with as much unfavorability as Herbert Hoover or James Buchannan, is lost in the whirlwind of activity as he watches his ideals fly out the window in a desperate move to undo his and his peers in the markets’ mistakes.  President-Elect Obama is hopeful, strong-willed, and resolute, but he is taking on a job that he didn’t sign up for two years ago when he commenced his campaign, and bless him for keeping his chin up (in fact, that is a major reason why I voted for him, because he lives, breathes, and glows Hope and calmness, something we need from a leader right now).  Though my job is safe, my home isn’t, and my businesses are hurting.  School is chaotic, as teachers try to teach me stuff out of books that are being rewritten by the current events every day.  And around me, my friends are suffering too.  This was not how it was supposed to be when I entered my twenties, but this is where I am.

I am exstatic Obama won.  I shed a few tears of joy when it became offical.  Election day was better than Christmas, and the hangover was random smiling for days afterward.  Obama proves to me everyday why he is worthy of being my President.  If you haven’t seen it yet, check out his transition team office web site, http://www.change.gov/.  Just the domain name sounds awesome, doesn’t it?  Explore that site and you’ll see why my expectations for his White House’s transparency, ethics, and committment to campaign promises has gone up, not down, after he won.  Especially check out the page on his ethics rules!  It is nice to see a President with realistically high ideals replace one with unrealistically high idealism.

In-n-Out forces me to contribute 3% to the 401k.  It has lost 40% of every $1 I’ve put in.  That is $500 I’ve lost I could used elsewhere.  Oh well.  I just hope the bank remains solvent and nobody rushes it, because its financial statements scare me (credit unions must show that data publicly, since it is a not-for-profit institution).

I am so sad for the gays and lesbians of Arizona and California.  Each group was dealt a deafening blow by the voters when the two states constitutionally outlawed same-sex marriage.  I think such terms and “redefining marriage” and “sanctity of marriage” are jokes, since people like Britney Spears go out and get married, have sex, and annul it the next day.  One man, one woman, on fucking stupid marriage.  But two gay people who love each and have committed to each other are forbidden from getting married?  Britney can make a joke of a man-woman marriage but allowing two people of the same sex who love each other will ruin marriage?  Please.  The Mormon Church funded about 30% of the Prop 8 Yes campaign in California and an unknown amount of the Yes 102 campaign in AZ, and then untold amounts of funding came from personal funding by church members.  Apparently, the separation of church and state only works one-way.  Isn’t it illegal for ministers, er, Bishops, to talk politics from the pulpit?  I applaud the gay groups for marching on Mormon Temples, do it, disrupt them, they deserve it for getting in yours, and my, business.  My beliefs on this topic as a whole were said almost verbatim the other day by Kieth Olbermann.  Though I disagree with Olbermann because I see him as liberal version of Limbaugh, and thus a cancerous disease tearing down American civil discourse, his words on this topic were right, so I offer a link to a video of it: video of Kieth Olbermann on Prop 8’s passage.

So there are some of my thoughts and observations.

showertime perceptivity and its greatest gift to me

Cameron Moll, blogger and web standards pioneer, wrote this week about the epiphanies had “under the cadence of falling water”–in the shower.

Moll explains, in what I believe to be one of his best posts of all time, how the self-imposed interruption of taking a shower gives a moment for uninterrupted passive thought–where the body’s business with the monotonous activity of cleaning itself leaves the brain is left to carelessly wander–often in ways that yeild answers sought or frees blocked creativity.  He cites the work of Edward de Bono and Professor Lajos Székely, who described the creative pause, and Moll makes a case for a shower being a perfect creative pause.

I say: Brilliant!

Often times, when lost in creative block I head to the shower.  It seems natural for me, I guess.  Some of my greatest ideas come as a result of a peaceful warm shower (or cool shower if after a hot summer day in AZ).  One in particular stands out, because not only do I consider it one of my favorite moments of creativity ever, but also because I made a big deal about it coming to me in the shower.

My friend Kieran Thompson and I were hanging out an Order of the Arrow event in spring 2006 when we discussed a competition coming up for the 2006 National Order of the Conference (NOAC).  The shows committee was holding a short-film competition and he and I decided to go for it.  The prizes were cool: front-row seating at one of the arena shows for our entire group and our film being shown to the whole conference.  We planned a day to do it, and then didn’t speak for six weeks.

The night before we were going to see each other, we didn’t have a story.  I had to come up with one.  As I packed my bags for the trip I would depart for the next day, I mulled it over.  Finally, in the shower before bed, the night before I left, it came to me.  The story was perfect for the theme, and it was a hit with Kieran.  After a little bit of further development with my partner, we made the film and it won.  Now “No Sash, No Flap, No Service” is immortalized on YouTube, though if you are unfamiliar with the Order of the Arrow, it may seem confusing to you.

Mr. Moll put into words and then explained something that I have believed for a long time, and while I read his well thought article my dittos were following every sentence.  I believe wholeheartly that taking a shower is a great way to open your mind to its creative side, and that the showertime perceptivity reaps great rewards.

So much to write and comment on, so little time

I am not dead and I still blog, just a bit less. As the end of the semester approaches and my busy season for both jobs approach, I don’t expect the every-other-day regularity to resume until after the new year. T-Shirt tuesday will continue, but not every week, and I have six drafted blog posts coming soon. Keep checking back.

four pennies

The other day on my way home from school I stopped at a convenience store to get a dollar hotdog for lunch.  As I approached the entrance to the store, a brief glint, dull and with a reddish color, caught my eye, drawing my attention–if only for a moment–away from the delicious hotdog awaiting me in the store. A penny was on the ground.  Though the purchase power of smallest denomination of US currency is minimal in these times, a penny (to me) is still worth more than the energy I would expend by kneeling down to collect it, so I postponed my hunger for a few moments to pick up the little guy.

With my attention now on the hot cement outside the convenience store, I noticed that my orphaned penny had three brothers with him.  How odd, I thought, to find four pennies at once.  While finding a penny or two is not uncommon, finding four is indeed very uncommon. I collected the four brothers and gave them a new home in my pocket.  I reoriented myself on my hunger destruction mission and entered the store, hotdogs on my mind.  While pouring my drink, I thought about the pennies.  Only one time before can I remember finding four pennies at once… and that was a decade and a half ago.

Four Cents by flickr user JeremyBrooks

"Four Cents" by flickr user JeremyBrooks

Both my Mom and my Dad had a goal to complete a College degree.  In the economy of the mid-to-late eighties, raising a family was hard, not to mention trying to go to school at the same time.  They each worked hard, my Mom worked full-time to pay most of the bills and then cared for the kids while my Dad worked part time jobs and went to school.  He flunked out of university courses, due to a mix of his long aversion to traditional education and the strain of juggling life with school.  He found a second chance at a private alternative university, a new thing in those days.  My mom was concerned that a degree from an institution like his wouldn’t count in the real world, but they were assured to the contrary, and essentially lied to.  Bachelor’s degree in hand, he couldn’t find a job in his field.  Dad went back to an hourly assistant manager job at a restaurant and did small-time home-based work on the side.  His break would come, but it would take a few years, and in the meanwhile we kids looked forward to his Monday and Tuesday days off.

1993 was host one of the hottest summers ever.  It was so hot that the airport was closed down because the air safety controllers were unsure about the safety of flying jumbo jets in 120 degree and greater heat.  People stayed indoors, including the kids of the Scott clan.  We likely drove mom crazy.  One Monday morning that summer, Dad awoke us before sunrise and instructed us to get dressed… in jeans.  We protested, I am sure, probably whining that it would be too hot for jean.  We didn’t know that, where we were going, we needed jeans.

My Dad’s spontaneity (or impulsiveness–depending on who you ask) made my childhood exciting.  Days like this, where we’d pack up and go somewhere without warning, occurred with regularity.  We’d sometimes be gone, without warning, for days.  During my early teens, my friends couldn’t understand how we could do that, but I’d make the same statements of their rigid school, sports, and karate schedule instead.  This spontaneous day trip was before those more complicated times, though, and is actually one of the first I have memories of.  This day, we got in the car headed the mountains where the air was cooler and my siblings and I needed jeans, to a town with a funny name in high country of Arizona, where the heat was less and the air was fresh.

I fell asleep in the car, and in the hour or so we drove, the sun rose.  I remember us stopping for gas, and my groggily asking, “are we there yet?”, only to fall back asleep before the answer was given.  We arrived in the town with the funny name and had breakfast.  “Where are we dad?”, we’d ask.  “Strawberry!”, he’d reply, and then we kids would giggle.  I don’t remember much more of that day, except what happened right after breakfast.

Shortly after we left the restaurant, while still in the parking lot, my brother found a penny.  Keeping in mind how I feel about pennies today, imagine how big it was to find a penny as a seven-year-old kid!   My feelings of envy were short-lived, because just left of his shoe was a second penny, and this one was mine.  Careful not tip him off, I dove down for it, and bounced back with my own penny.  Now both of us were cheering.  My four year-old sister started walking in circles around the parking lot, obviously looking for her own.  Dad suggested we help her.

By now, my Mom and baby sister, who had fallen behind the rest of the pack, made their way to the parking lot.  Upon being told what all the commotion was about, baby sister and mom joined in the treasure hunt.  Sure enough, my middle sister found her penny.  And she too cheered.  Though only two, baby sister wanted in on the fun.  While I doubt she understood the value of a penny (ha, like I really did at that time too!), to her it was likely even more important to find a penny too, just so she could join the not-so-elusive club of lucky Scott kids who found pennies that morning.  Moments later, my Dad called baby sister over to where he was standing, and pointed out a fourth penny.

Prizes in hand, we loaded into the car.

By now my soda is overflowing.  As I put a cap on the drink, a smile crossed my face.  Not because of a happy memory, though happy it is indeed, but because 14 years gave me a new perspective on that memory.  I realized that it was very unlikely that four pennies were on the ground that day.  There were only two on the ground when our family arrived for our unexpected treasure hunt, but by the time we left, four had been recovered.  It wasn’t luck.  It wasn’t magic.  Those last two pennies made their way onto the asphalt for my two sisters to find because of love, because, to my dad, the joys of his children we far more valuable than the pennies weighing down my father’s pocket.

Today it has been over a year since I have seen my Dad.  It has been even longer than that since I have known him.  His body now is like a spoilt onion, each layer more disgusting than the next.  Though his body still walks the earth, his blood still flows through the veins, and his shell still identifies itself with the same name, the being that was my dad has been long gone.   No pennies would it drop for me.

I hold out hope though, at least for his salvation, at most for a chance to thank him and love him once more.  I know that underneath the façade of lies that disguises his illness—his addictions—and its disgusting symptoms, inside his shell, hiding in the shadow of his overwhelming ego, is a bruised and battered soul; a soul that is lost, a soul that is hurting, a soul that loves me still.  As the shell comes to term with its mortality, and its demons come to term with their fates, I pray that his soul finds peace.  I hold out hope, the long shot that it is, that before its too late, that the illness is cured—and not in remission because it has come back before—so that the lies are no longer needed and that the ego will step aside and the soul will heal and retake its role of head of household for his body, and that my dad will be here.  And I’d have many, many pennies for him.

TST week of Oct 21st, featuring “Splatter in D Minor”

My last T-Shirt Tuesday provoked the first discussion in my comments section.  Thanks, it was cool!

This week I want to share some interesting shirts that have come out of this year’s monumental election.

Everyone Poops from Threadless

"Everyone Poops" from Threadless

The picture above is from a recently reprinted Threadless classic, Everyone Poops. Its reprint is timely, considering the peoples overwhelming distaste of and distrust in the United State’s Federal Government. No one is blameless, per Karl, and he is right that that shirt has a serious point behind a goofy design.

A spoof on Obamas name and done for the St Patricks Day holiday.

A spoof on Obama's name and done for the St Patrick's Day holiday.

All over the t-shirt world this year can you find politics (not to say politics isn’t anywhere else, haha, if only!). The topics range from pro-unity, to pro-insert-candidate-name, to deeply partisan, to extremely apathetic. As a person who follows politics, I take note of these shirts, and sometimes buy them. I am proud owner of one of the best “know your audience” political shirts of all time, Obama’s “O’Bama” St Patrick’s Day shirt, aimed at the strong Irish population in Ohio and the neighboring states, from back during the primaries in March. I made an impulse buy of a campaign joke shirt too, in the McCain: 1908 shirt from Busted Tees. But for the most part, I have avoided spending too much on election tees, because on November 5th they will go out of style and, at $15 a shirt, just a few weeks of wear is not cost effective.

Obama is extremely popular in the t-shirt world, probably because youth (especially the liberal group of artists and thinkers who make t-shirt designs) primarily identify with Obama as opposed to McCain.  Some really nice pro-Obama shirts have come out this summer and fall.  I have previously mentioned such shirts as the Prez Dispenser, Barackin’ the Free World, and Captain Obama.  Recently, message related shirts like this one has also shown up.

McCain is at a disadvantage in this market because all the artists are making Obama shirts instead.  I haven’t seen many pro-McCain shirts that are also aesthetically unique, but I have seen more than a few McCain jokes.  Sarah Palin has been especially the brunt of the joke shirts, including the V.I.L.F. shirt, Juno spoof of Palin, Palin Hunter, and more.  Don’t miss Busted Tee’s recent politcal releases, including this one pictured below.

Leaning on Busted Tees

Leaning on Busted Tees

The activist shirts are my favorites, because they are actually promoting involvement, despite the frustration.  Get out the vote shirts are everywhere, and some are even crude (”Please F**king Vote”) in getting their point across.  Busted tees suggests that if you don’t want to feel like an asshole, you should vote (check it out).

Tee designers are putting out quite a few shirts that mock the process.  American frustration in the electoral process is apparent.  Not including the “Everyone Poops” shirt, here are some: “Never Underestimated the Power of Stupid People in Large Groups” (iteration 1, 2, & 3), “Good Things About Conservatives/Liberals“, and I’ll Regret our Association When I’m Running for President, the latter an obvious spoof and/or protest of the anything-is-relevant attack-dog politics played by politicians in the US.

And for all those fed up with it all: here are two apathetic election shirts for you: “A New Hope” and “Bigfoot/Nessie 08″.  This year’s election has produced some interesting shirts for sure.

This week I’ll be featuring one of my favorite shirt designs of all time, one I have previously mentioned here, a Threadless classic: Splatter in D Minor.

Splatter in D Minor by Threadless

Splatter in D Minor by Threadless

Threadless is to blame for my becoming a t-shirt addict.  Upon discovering the wonderful, artistic tees being produced by Threadless, I broke the ice and bought my first one almost two years ago.  Then I bought another, and then another, and then I started participating in the threadless community, where the community picks what the company turns into a tee shirt.  During the first time I voted for a slate of designs, I saw a design called “Splatter in D Minor“.  Of all the shirts designs I’ve voted for on Threadless or any other t-shirt design community/competition website like it, I have never since wanted a shirt design to be win–so I could later own it of course–more than I wanted ‘Splatter’.  The community agreed with me, and a few weeks after my vote, my shirt was on its way.  During the recent Threadless $13 sale, I picked up a second, because my first had faded a bit.

Splatter in D Minor by Threadless

Splatter in D Minor by Threadless

When I first saw ‘Splatter‘, my mind went crazy.  It inspired so many thoughts and ideas, both abstract and concrete.  It made me think about the great song writers, and how they refine rough ideas into order… into great music.  It made me think of how Beethoven wrote music after he lost hearing by laying his forehead on the piano and feeling the tones.  I was reminded of the famous Beatles song, “A Day in the Life”, which features and odd orchestral bit that is difficult to describe but on paper would look the splatters on this shirt.  And then it made me think of order in choas, the principle I believe God used when designing the world.  This art also visualizes something like a reverse-entropy, or chaos becoming order, an idea which, without a God, should be impossible.  So, in a way, this shirt also helps me visualize some of the qualities of my faith.  All that, and it looks freaking great.

Clearly, this shirt is my favorite piece in my collection.  Though it has sold out at least once, it is currently still available on threadless, and I highly recommend you pick it up.  This shirt will likely be inducted into the Threadless hall of fame, if and when such a thing is ever established by the company.

Get “Splatter in D Minor” on Threadless

Splatter in D Minor by Threadless

Splatter in D Minor by Threadless

war stories

There are two kinds of poker players in the world.  The first kind is the poker player who wins some and loses some, in the long run probably loses or breaks even, and plays for the fun and fellowship of it.  The second kind is the elite group of players whose skill has given them an edge on luck and they win in the long run.  While I haven’t met one of the 10% or so who belong to the latter group, I know many of the others who play for fun.  We all have something in common, whether we win or lose, we remember those crazy hands that got us there, and we love to talk about them.

My good friend Jeff plays poker, but since we live 41 miles away from each other we only play together (or against each other, I guess) about 5-6 times a year.   Though our friendship goes much deeper than poker, poker helps us keep connected, and when we are not playing against each other, we are usually complaining or boasting about our games against others.  These infrequent emails are our war stories, and far-fetched they sometimes are.

But honestly, we all do it, not just Jeff and I.  Sharing war stories is half the fun of social poker play.  I have two friends that I frequent the local Indian casinos with and usually we carpool.  The highlight of each trip is discussing our antics on the drive home.  We boast about the big wins and lick our wounds from the big losses, and finally decide if the night was worth it.  We usually decide affirmatively.

A whole magazine is dedicated to poker war stories, Card Player Magazine.  A free version is usually available at card rooms around the valley, so I pick it up when I can hoping to gain something out of reading it or, if not something of value, at least a moment or two of entertainment.  While these war stories are from the pros–that 10% elite group–they still carry the same vocabulary of my emails with Jeff and my conversations with my friends.  Terms like “he chased”, “sucked it out”, “got lucky”, “played it right”, “no regrets”, “trapped him”, “read him right/wrong” and “I’d do it again” are all over those pages.

And that is what makes poker fun, not just winning or losing, but breaking it down in the end.  War stories from a poker table are the prize that even the loser can win every time he plays.

a bus breakdown, aka the inevitable, and my role as hero

One of the myths Phoenicians have about riding their bus system is that the busses break down, a lot.  To that I retort: so do cars.  A possible bus breakdown never worried me, because the way I saw it, if the bus broke down it would indeed be an inconvinience, but one that I can handle and one that doesn’t cost me the same as my car breaking down. Today I had a breakdown, and lets just say I handled it.

I take one of three busses on my way to and from school every day.  Two are actual city busses, which charge a fare and travel long distances, and one is a free local neighborhood shuttle.  I take a bus almost every day I attend class, only foregoing it to ride my bike instead.  On days when time is of the essence, I drive to and park at the Tempe Library and ride the Orbit Jupiter neighborhood shuttle or my bike to campus, and on days when I have the time I’ll save the gas and pick up a city bus at a terminal close to my home.

Today I was taking my favorite city bus, the 72N from its point of origination near my home.  The 72N that originates at 7:39 AM is operated by an eastern european immigrant with a strong accent.  His speech is slightly broken, often missing articles and using odd verb conjugations, making a conversation with him sometimes funny.  As I boarded the bus, it was completely off.  Unusual, I thought, since often the driver will leave the engine idling during stops for reasons I assume to include keeping the AC operational and the desiel engine warm.  As we neared the departure time, our driver had to exit the bus, walk to the back, and start the engine manually from the behind.  Again, unusual, why did he start it from the back?

We were doing fine for most of the trip, cruising along with far fewer stops than normal.  I was happy; I’d be early.  As the bus crossed over the US-60 freeway, I looked down on the stop-and-go traffic and thought “ha, you’re wasting gas and not moving, I’m saving gas and moving”.  Ironic was the timing of such a thought.  Immediately atfer the bus completed crossing the US-60, which I’ve observed as the point where the bus begins to achieve its daily goal of become a sardine can for its riders, the AC died.  Before I had time to fully comprehend the consequences of a standing room only bus without AC, the engine completely failed.  We came to a complete stop, ironically, at a bus stop.

Peoples faces displayed signs of panic, distress, and frustration.  I knew that a good thrid of the bus was en-route to ASU and some of those students had assignments due or tests today, myself included.  I had plenty of time before class, so I wasn’t worried, but I couldn’t let this cause me to be late.  I did the typical boy scout thing and analyzed the situation.  Though I had a general idea, I didn’t know exactly where I was at the moment.  While the operator was behind the bus trying to get it to start, I weighed my options.  I figured that I was probably close enough to bike all the way there, I could call my grandfather who lived down the road, or I could wait for the next bus and be a little late.  The starter was chugging but the engine wasn’t turning over.  I hadn’t settled on anything yet, but I wanted my solution to also aid the other distressed students stuck in the bus.  I decided I needed to first figure out where I was.  I got up and got a look out the front window.  The driver walked back onto the bus and announced, “We’re not moving for while now.”  The funny way he said it, combined with his accent, earned a weak chuckle from most of the distraught riders.  I laughed too, but not just at the driver, also at the realization where I was… about 1/8 mile from the Tempe Library where, as I said above, I pick up the free neighborhood shuttle on a regular basis.  I had found the solution.

People were stirring in their seats and some were asking the driver how long the rescue bus would be only to be further frustrated by his answer of “at least 20 minutes”.  I realized that I needed to leave soon to catch the next Orbit Jupiter, and fufilling my desire to also aid the other ASU students, I stood up and announced the solution, “If you’re going to ASU, you can take the Orbit with me, it’ll get us there faster”.  The driver, as if it were his idea, echoed me, “Oh, the Jupiter get you there fast!”  One guy behind me said aloud, “I am following this guy, he knows whats going down.”  I stepped off the bus, got my bike, and looked behind me to see 15 or so people following my lead.

From there the rest is history.  Under my lead, the students followed me to the bus stop and we hopped on the Jupiter.  Because of the influx of 72N orphans, the Jupiter filled up much faster than normal, meaning we passed many upset people at bus stops further down the road.  We arrived on campus with 10 minutes to spare, and one chick announced that I was her hero.  “Thanks, I guess,” I muttered, and the 15 students I “saved” rushed off to class.

quarter of the way there and a sharp dose of reality

I really thought I’d be writing more about school life on this blog, but I find I am not.  So here is my forced attempt at fixing that problem.

ASU student: Jeremy Scott

ASU student: Jeremy Scott

As of this week I am in my sixth week of school.  Last week I completed the first round of tests in all my classes.  I had widely mixed results.  In my Financial Analysis class (FIN302) I am currently sitting at 100%.  I am glad, it is a business school general education requirement and my instructor challenged us to beat the one honors student, and I did (ha ha).  In my Financial Institutions class (FIN331) I am at 72%… below my standards for sure but easy to recover and I have the option of dropping this class without consequence for reasons I will explain later.  Finally, in International Management (MGT 302)… um, er, 60%.  If you’re reading this and you know me at all, that 60% is my first, and hopefully my last D grade on a major assignment in college.

I am taking only three classes this semester.  I purposely set this schedule for a few reasons… first I was at the time very unsure about my major, second I was a little concerned about my ability to balance work, university courses, and home life, so I wanted to take it easy, and third, “easy” to me would still have been 12 credit hours, but I couldn’t find 4 classes because of my late registration.

Lets take some baby steps through these bits of personal history that led me here.

WP Carey School of Business at ASU

WP Carey School of Business at ASU

Leading up to my “graduation” at MCC, I was dead-set on a Business Management degree.  That is what I was working towards.  My career goal is Socially Responsible Entrepreneur and I thought Business Management would have been for me.  An acquaintance of mine who is a WP Carey School alum suggested I was down the wrong path, as the Business Management degree at ASU teaches you middle management for a Fortune 500 company, not how to start and grow your own company.  I chewed on this, and changed to Finance as I felt that of the other choices I could have made, Finance could offer me the most useful toolkit for my career goal.  But the decision was one that never sat well with me.

As I had previously alluded to, it took an act of God to get my university registration through the red tape, so by the time I was able to register for classes, already late into July, I found most classes full.  I was luckily able to register in two business gen. ed. courses but was also forced to take one Finance-only course.  In my first day of classes, my Finance 302 professor told me a story of his days as an undergrad and how he chose a marketing course as a last-semester business school elective only to find that his “numbers based” mind could note cope in the “creative based” marketing course.

While everyone else (all Finance majors) were laughing, I was horrified.  While I am proficient with numbers, I hate them.  I am a deeply creative person, from writing to web design to creative problem solving.  His unsolicited insight into his past prophesied an opposite like story for my future as a Finance major.  I knew right then that Finance was not my major… I don’t love numbers and I am very creative!

I left that class, found the student lounge, and logged into the student services web site.  While downloading the course requirements for Marketing, Management, and Supply Chain Management, I found a new Business Management in Entrepreneurship degree.  It was tailor-made for me.  It turns out that during my one-year break from school, WP Carey school added the new major.  Three weeks later, I was transferred into the program with no looking back.

So anyway, here I am, a quarter way through my first semester at ASU.  My major is changed and my grades gave me a sharp dose of reality that university requires a different kind of student than junior college.  With  mixed results heading into midterms I face some real challenges to my future as a scholarship-funded student.  Where do I go from here?

Back to School Tomorrow

Back to School Tomorrow

In FIN 302: Financial Analysis it will be full speed ahead.  My comfort with numbers and my intuitive understanding of ratios will guide me to a curve-setting grade.  My instructor is brilliant, an excellent lecturer, and uses slideshows, tests, and quizzes he wrote himself.  He is a fair grader and a great teacher.  My plan is keep it up and relax at the end of the semester with a strong grade.

In MGT 302: International Business I will need some adjustments in study habits. Now that I am in a management sub-major it is critical that I turn this grade around.  I am allowed to drop one test so I figure if I can excel in the other three tests, I’ll be able to put the D behind me.  I have met up with a small student study group that I plan to study with for the future tests, and given the additional attention I intend to dedicate to course, I am sure I can turn this around.

FIN 332 Financial Institutions I am not as sure about.  The teacher is frustrating me because he is modifying the university approved syllabus and literally ignoring the book because he feels that the news on the economy is rewriting the book.  I agree that the changes in the economy will result in a drastically rewritten book in the next edition, I don’t think this loose-cannon approach to teaching is a better alternative.  If his tests get easier because they are primarily current events based, I will be able to turn it around, but if he continues to dabble around reading Wall St Journal articles and then test me on book content, I will drop this class and face no consequence, as the class doesn’t count in my new major.

So, here we go, onto the rest of the semester.

TST featuring “Most Deadly”

Welcome to another installment of T-Shirt Tuesday.  This time, I’d like to offer a shout-out to a couple of t-shirt blogs I frequently read for news and sales information:

  • First is tcritic, written by a great guy named Karl.  Tcritic gets about 8 posts a week, considerably less than other t-shirt blogs, but each is full quality information.  Karl regularly rewards his readers for involvement in his blog, either through tipping him off to t-shirt news, participating in the comments, or playing his contests with gift certificates to Threadless and other sites.  Also, Karl recently crossed over from t-blogger to t-maker when he introduced the funny and timely Prez Dispenser shirt and began his dabbling into t-shirt production.
  • Another favorite of mine is Hide Your ArmsHYA is written by Andy and his blog offers some great insight into international t-shirt sources as well as domestic, since he currently resides overseas–though he is moving to Philadelphia for an internship shortly.  He posts regularly and sometimes writes a lot about the same vendors, but the high load of posts doesn’t mean he lacks quality.  His blog name is actually related to his first love, hoodies, but he takes a break during the summer to write about tees.
  • Finally, Shirts on Sale is an excellent source for saving money.   I should note that they mostly collect headlines from other blogs with the similar news [sources], but as a simple source for cheap designer tees, I love it.

Update: Note that this list is in no way exhaustive, there are hundreds of t-shirt blogs out there, but these three are my favorites for the various reasons listed.

In other news, Design by Humans announced the winners of the DBH $10k contest.  To my surprise my choice, Black Hole Sun, won, but when the graphic was finally translated onto a t-shirt, it is nothing like what I thought.  Compare for yourself:

Black Hole Sun, finalist in the DBH $10,000 Contest
Black Hole Sun concept, as seen when a finalist in the DBH $10,000 Contest
Black Hole Sun, as printed

Where did the blue go?  Where did the fuschia and purple go?  Why bother having us vote on these designs if Design by Humans will then go and drastically alter the design?  I won’t be buying this shirt, which is sad, because I was greatly looking forward to it being printed.

This week’s featured t-shirt is “Most Deadly” by Busted Tees.

Most Deadly by Busted Tees
Most Deadly by Busted Tees

Like I said way back in the first installment of T-Shirt Tuesday, I avoid buying joke t-shirts. I prefer to wear though-provoking clothes, or at the very least, clothes that don’t characterize me as something I am not.  While depending on your personality, the VILF shirt can be pretty funny, I won’t wear it because I see it as only slightly humorous and mostly unintelligent, divisive, and crude, all of which I am not.  But occasionally, I’ll make an exception, and this shirt is one.

Most Deadly T-Shirt by Busted Tees
Most Deadly T-Shirt by Busted Tees

For those of you not from my generation, this shirt likely makes no sense to you. It is based on the life-status bars for the player from the 007 Goldeneye video game of the late 1990’s. This game was “the game” during my early teenage years when I played lots of video games. I was 12 when I got the game in 1998, and I played it with regularity on solo missions or multiplayer deathmatches with friends until I formed my businesses in 2001. One of the greatest accomplishments of my life prior to the success of my business and my earning the eagle scout rank was the day my brother and I beat the hardest side mission in the game and won the most elusive special achievement: invincibility. While Halo now rules the world of first-person multiplayer shooter games, 007 was the trendsetter, changing the way people played multiplayer video games. I feel 007 made social video game play possible.

BustedTees, the maker of numerous stupid joke shirts, produced this one.  I find the quality to be exceptional, and the shirt soft and comfortable.  I have washed the shirt twice and noticed no major fading of ink, something I am always concerned about when buying for the first time from a vendor.  The design, for essentially copying a graphic from a video game, is very nicely done, and I am especially a fan of the dithered colors in the health meters.  For those who don’t know, dithering is a way to blend pixels of two different colors together to create the look of another color.  In the game it was used to simulate a gradient, since 64-bit technology was limited in color choices.  With today’s t-shirt production technology, a gradient would have come out looking really nice, but by using a dithered color pattern it made the design accurate to the original source and also gave it nice detail in an otherwise simple design.

Overall, for breaking my no-joke-shirt rule, I love my choice.  This shirt is a must-buy for all the kids of my generation who grew up shooting their friends to bits with digital bullets on 007 Goldeneye.

Most Deadly detail
“Most Deadly” detail