Winter returns, and other things

It's baaa--aack.

( weather )

( tape measures and dogs and DOD contracts--what can these things have in common?? )

Winter returns, and other things

It's baaa--aack.

( weather )

( tape measures and dogs and DOD contracts--what can these things have in common?? )

Ironworkers Local 8

A good post, a very good post, from Kay over at Balloon Juice:

The phrase collective bargaining has a much larger meaning than “benefits”, and to watch Scott Walker with his vacant ideologue’s stare reciting bullet points over and over is to realize he has no idea what it means.

It means workers have a seat at the table. It’s a simple idea but it’s incredibly powerful. That’s what they’re defending.

Some of the comments aren't bad, either.

Ironworkers Local 8

A good post, a very good post, from Kay over at Balloon Juice:

The phrase collective bargaining has a much larger meaning than “benefits”, and to watch Scott Walker with his vacant ideologue’s stare reciting bullet points over and over is to realize he has no idea what it means.

It means workers have a seat at the table. It’s a simple idea but it’s incredibly powerful. That’s what they’re defending.

Some of the comments aren't bad, either.

Screwed So Long They Can't See Straight

This point has been made several times this weekend, and it's true:

Before the emergence of public unions, public employees were compensated significantly less than people in the private sector. The reason? Much of the private sector work force was unionized. What changed is not the public employees got a better deal, but that the private sector became deunionized, lost the right to bargain collectively, and saw their compensation and benefits stagnate or fall. But I have another question. Do taxpayers want public workers to get the smallest possible salaries? Do they want a government administered by paupers?

Crabs in a bucket. If we're slicing at one another, we're not paying attention to the folks with the pot of boiling water.

Wrong target.

Screwed So Long They Can't See Straight

This point has been made several times this weekend, and it's true:

Before the emergence of public unions, public employees were compensated significantly less than people in the private sector. The reason? Much of the private sector work force was unionized. What changed is not the public employees got a better deal, but that the private sector became deunionized, lost the right to bargain collectively, and saw their compensation and benefits stagnate or fall. But I have another question. Do taxpayers want public workers to get the smallest possible salaries? Do they want a government administered by paupers?

Crabs in a bucket. If we're slicing at one another, we're not paying attention to the folks with the pot of boiling water.

Wrong target.

Atlanta Nights--The Movie

I'm a backer--wouldn't you like to be a backer, too? Click the link and find out how.

Atlanta Nights--The Movie

I'm a backer--wouldn't you like to be a backer, too? Click the link and find out how.

it's been a while

...since I posted a snippet.

A set-up scene from "Continuing Education," a short story I'm working on between other things.

I rested my forehead against the window. Felt the soft heat of the autumn sun through the glass, and looked out over the Old Campus of Monckton College. The site dated from the 1880’s, a scatter of red brick piles topped by copper roofs gone antacid green with age. Trees closed in from all around, making the buildings look as though they had been constructed in clearings in a forest. The sugar maples had already turned vermilion, the oaks that dull green that would change eventually to gold. But it was still warm enough for shirtsleeves during the day, and the sky called to me in clear, cloudless blue.

“What the hell am I doing here?” I stared out at the brightness until my eyes watered, then returned to my chapter on viral marketing.

it's been a while

...since I posted a snippet.

A set-up scene from "Continuing Education," a short story I'm working on between other things.

I rested my forehead against the window. Felt the soft heat of the autumn sun through the glass, and looked out over the Old Campus of Monckton College. The site dated from the 1880’s, a scatter of red brick piles topped by copper roofs gone antacid green with age. Trees closed in from all around, making the buildings look as though they had been constructed in clearings in a forest. The sugar maples had already turned vermilion, the oaks that dull green that would change eventually to gold. But it was still warm enough for shirtsleeves during the day, and the sky called to me in clear, cloudless blue.

“What the hell am I doing here?” I stared out at the brightness until my eyes watered, then returned to my chapter on viral marketing.