Sunday, May 15, 2016

A FAREWELL TO YOUTH...

     She was there. She spoke to me briefly. She gave me a polite hug and kiss on the cheek. :-)

     I never thought I would see The First One again with my own eyes or hear her voice and although my shitty memory dooms me to have already forgotten both, it did happen. She wasn't supposed to be there. I was prepared for that disappointment but for the first time in a while, my pessimism was wrong. I got to see, hear, and be near her one last time. Nothing would come of it, as expected, so I can only conclude that God does not me to believe in Him that badly. ;-)

     It was my high school class's 20th reunion. There were more people there than I had thought were coming (I can't be bothered to come up with one-time nicknames - some are in the pictures I've downloaded, others with have to suffice with initials like RD (who brought The First One), AC, AT, RJ, KS, CM, MC, CN, MW, SG, and even JS (my brother's other crush) et al....I'm not even sure if these initials will help...probably have duplicates). I didn't get to say hello to them all. Unfortunately several were not present, including Patient Zero, whom I would really like to have seen again. She was always nice to me. The last person who saw me from my class (at work), EE, did not show nor did Smokeychick as she had business to attend to with her new home.
     The four hours went by far too quickly and once again I found myself ruminating on what I didn't say and what I should've said because my happiness has never been permitted to last long. I took my friend, The Security Guard, with me because he is naturally more social than I am. I thought he would be able to help sell me better. Unfortunately, he was extra tired that day so he kept mostly to himself forcing me to do what I could to socialize on my own. I'm not mad though I'm curious how (and assuming it were possible to pull off - impossible now as her license has been suspended a second time for DWI) Winwood would have managed in that environment...especially with The First One there.

     Still...it felt good. It has been a long time since I had last been steeped in such familiarity even if only from the recognition of faces last seen long ago.
     I got an "award" for Person Who Has Changed Least Since High School. I don't normally say I deserve things, but I deserved that one. The First One got an "award" for Having Had the Most Work Done, haha.

     Everyone there who spoke to me spoke to me kindly, some thanking me for my uploads to the event's Facebook page or just my posts in general. But no one except DOB lingered for any length of time with me...just like high school.

     Overall, and perhaps because I've never felt much of a connection to my classmates (my fault...really. No...really), the event had the feeling of a wake. Hell, there were even photo collages and memorabilia! It was as though we had all come together one last time, in a spirit of obligation, to honor the memory of our deceased youth both literally in those classmates of ours who have since passed and metaphorically for those who could not be there with us that night.
     Perhaps it's a twisted way of looking at such things but what else were we celebrating? Certainly not a future in which we would again be together. We would part ways that night, having left something behind and only taking that which we had brought with us. I don't suspect I will ever see any of them ever again with my own eyes aside from some rare random encounter...most likely at work. They were family to me in the same sense of my blood family: people brought and kept together by circumstance rather than choice.

     I'm going to miss them. Really. And though last night was a step closer to the abyss which awaits us all, it was fun and most of all, it felt good, even if only for a little while...

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

THE VALUE OF THE CENT

     Often in collectors' circles they'll take about returning to real money, that is, coins comprised of gold and silver and following a gold standard. It's one of those little dreams we have, to possess coins whose value is not inextricably tied to the well-being of the country within which we reside. Fiat coins and currency are, in effect, value suicide pacts. If the United States (or country you live in) fails, all your coins and especially your paper money, is now worthless.
     The coins only mostly so as copper and nickel do have some scrap value...though very little compared to its present face.

     But I don't think a return to gold and silver coinage is either feasible or even possible anymore. Plus the metals have too much volatility. I can't imagine gold holding a steady value for a hundred years like it did when valued at $20.67 per troy ounce. Surely its value rose above that during the Civil War and World War I, but the nation held firm to it from 1834-1933. After that it was revalued at $35 per troy ounce but without accompanying gold coins for economic use and that only lasted a few decades (and the second World War) before rising again to $38/tr.oz. and finally to $42.22/tr.oz. before Congress gave up the gold window ghost in 1971.
     Silver's value has been too unstable to make properly valued coins with, fluctuating from $1.29 per troy ounce to almost $50 per troy ounce between 1964 and 1980. The metal has been on a second wild ride since 2006, spiking as high as almost $40/tr.oz. back in 2011 (something I failed to take advantage of, though I did sell a bit of my holdings in 2008 when silver briefly topped $20/tr.oz.) before dropping back down to around $15/tr.oz. today. That kind of volatility would make it impossible to keep coin values stable enough to prevent hoarding.

     But what if instead of pegging the value of our money to a metal or other commodity, we peg its value to an idea?

     One thing that really bugs me about money today is just how worthless it is, especially our coins. We have cents, nickels, dimes, and arguably quarters, which have no purchasing power at all.
     Presently the quarter-dollar is at its breaking point. A single quarter can purchase only a single hollowed-out gumball from a vending machine, a brick of Ramen soup, or a package of seeds in my local supermarket. I'm not even sure if arcade games will let you play a game for a single quarter anymore.

     Why is it like that? Coins used to have real purchasing power so why can't they still?

     If we're going to have cents, nickels, and dimes floating around, shouldn't they be able to buy things? Shouldn't the lowest value coin of the republic be able to buy something? And that's what I'm proposing. Not a gold standard, but a purchasing standard.

     We go about that the standard by which our coin and currency is to be valued is that the lowliest coin is to have purchasing power. The smallest coin must be able to buy a certain non-zero number of things and the money supply must be kept in line in order to preserve that.
     The advantage such a system would have is that the money supply would be able to expand in response to a growing population whereas under a gold standard, the money supply can only increase by adding additional gold to the treasury. Birth and death records are compiled annually and the Constitution requires a decennial census so we should have a good idea of what the money supply ought to be in order to have the one cent coin be able to purchase a certain non-zero number of things.

     As things stand right now, it is arguable that our money supply is 20 to 25 times too large at minimum. If the quarter has reached its purchasing limit (and I did give three examples), then its role should be assumed by the cent thus allowing all the coins of the realm to reacquire purpose.

     I wouldn't expect the change to happen overnight but I suspect the Federal Reserve Banking System could be employed to contract the money supply accordingly using its prime interest rate. The money it collects using that rate after subtracting its necessary uses like salary and maintenance, instead of being turned over to Congress and added to the general fund, would be destroyed.
     The rate of this destruction would be only a few percentage points a year so deflation would be modest but over time, the money supply would have its value restored.

     I'm sure there are faults in this idea. I wouldn't mind knowing what they are but I will reject any fault that basically reads like "it's bad because it hurts the wealthy". Deflation is whispered about as though it were a harbinger of the apocalypse. Deflation would benefit the poor and savers. Deflation only hurts the wealthy and I suspect that is why there is such opposition to it. As I've heard it said, if inflation were bad for the already rich, there wouldn't be any.

     Besides, the only other way is to eliminate all coins below the half-dollar or to issue a revaluation whereby fifty dollars ($50) equals one new dollar (N$1) and I don't think anyone in Congress is willing to admit our money has become just that worthless yet...

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

HEROES & VILLAINS...

     I wish I didn't identify so much with the villains of stories. And I don't mean I think they look cool or dress fashionably or something otherwise superficial. I mean their motivations. Like I get that hurt that consumes them and shapes them into mighty opponents to the forces of good.
     I feel like villains, at least in some stories, were supposed to be either normal people or even the good guys but that they didn't get from life what they were told they should get.

     In my life, I was told if you did well in school; went to college; if you followed the rules; and if you stayed out of trouble, that your life would be pretty much set. You'd get a good job, find a good woman to make your wife, start a family, and safely and without obstruction, cross the various milestones of life.
     But that's not how it goes. Sure, it does for some. But ultimately, it appears (and too late for me) that the rewards go not to the rule-followers but to the risk-takers. And that is not to say that risk-takers don't have their share of failure too, it just appears that it is the risk-takers, the ones who flout conventions rather than adhere to them, have the best chance of achieving something like the success promised to the meek, but bright, students who took following the rules to heart.

    You grow upset that the rule-breakers go unpunished, seeing the unjustness in society, and you grow jealous of those who get the good jobs, the friends, the influence, the girl, etc. because you were told those things would come to you by being a rules-bound, dutiful soul but they got theirs by being rebellious and flouting.
    You grow angry at a world that rewards relationships over merit. You question why you spent so much of your time doing what you were told was the right thing instead of building connections which could be exploited later for better jobs and relationship opportunities.
    You grow impatient with a world that does not desire your intelligence or value the contributions you're capable of making.
    You grow tired of being ignored and invisible.

    You're then struck by your utter powerlessness. You'll never be the villain. You'll never make anyone pay for your suffering. It's very depressing. You wish you had the necessary charisma to sway millions to your way of thinking; to create a backbone to execute your nefarious plans and then you realize that had you had that charisma in the first place, you'd've made friends and the evil that is now in your heart would never have grown into its present, all-consuming form.

     It's quite the paradox...

     To have the skills of a villain you need the very qualities that would have prevented you from becoming a villain in the first place. Maybe villainy only works when discovered by someone already in power. I don't know...

    But either way, when villains like Melkor, Father, the Shadows & Vorlons, the Sovereign, and Voldemort appear, and even one-dimensional ones like Mumm-ra, Skeletor, and Saw Boss...I feel a kinship with them. I understand where they're coming from even if they're incompetent. I root for them, even when their success would mean the end of all things.
    I feel their suffering and believe that, like me, had they only been given a normal life...perhaps the normal life they had been promised, that they'd've never become the threats they were. Or to put it bluntly, I really can't believe Hitler would have been Hitler had he only gotten laid...


"Heroes and Villains" by The Beach Boys

Sunday, March 20, 2016

TINDER RULES...

     After futzing around on Tinder for a while, I've noticed the following consistencies in my "swipe left" rejection behavior:

1. When the girl mentions her height, I'm too short for her.

     While I would be considered "minimally tall" at 5'10", it doesn't matter if she says she's 4'11, 5'2, 5'8, or 6'...if she's mentioned her height, she's looking for someone over six feet tall.

2. When the girl mentions she's not looking to hook-up.

     Look, I'm not on this site to hook-up either but I'm fairly confident that if you have to go out of your way to mention it, you're not fun no matter how fun you claim to be.

3. When the profile has only one picture.

     Best case scenario, it's a fake profile and you're just going to be led into what will eventually turn into a spam conversation where the girl tells you to go to an outside e-mail to see her "other" pics. Otherwise, and especially if that one photo is up-close, difficult to make out, or a cartoon/sports team logo...you've got nothing to work with.
     Even if the one picture is fantastic, anyone can look good in a single photo.

4. When the girl has a foreign/ghetto name.

     I want a fully-Americanized girl and I'm just not confident that a Lyudmila, Sirin, Jennyffyr, Yessica, Shayvon, Yeon-hee, Desserae, Huma, Shivani, Xiomena, Dharmista, or Meiying will be so. I'm not interested in dating another language and/or culture, especially if that culture prizes submissive femininity and/or values overly dominant/involved parents. I want a feminist girl: one who's her own woman.

4a. When the girl shows obvious signs of religiousness.

     As a corollary to the above, if your religion is an important part of your identity, it's just going to clash with my atheism; even more so for religions (and lifestyles like vegetarianism/veganism) with dietary restrictions. But if you're just a Christian, Jew, or Muslim in name-only, I'm cool with that but say it in your Tinder profile.
     This also applies to food allergies. I probably eat all-the-time what you're allergic to. Let's just not bother.

5.When a girl mentions she works with "special needs" people.

     Doubly so if she has one or more close retarded family members. You know I'm a eugenicist, right?

6. When the girl has the same name as my Mom.

    My Mom's name isn't a common one like Jennifer, so I won't ever be able to dissociate. And this is one of the few times I would totally understand being rejected for the complementary reason...

7. When a girl mentions she doesn't like cats.

    Even though I'm not allowed to have animals where I currently live, I do look forward to the day I may have a cat of my own. I can tolerate dogs, but I'm not fond of them and if anything, I would want a cat-person too because it is really no joke just how many single women own dogs on these kinds of sites. I'm really convinced that it is a bad thing for a woman to be a dog lover...

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

POINTLESS ENTRY IS POINTLESS...

     I miss the passion I used to have for this blog. The entries have dwindled practically to zero. It's not that I don't want to write anymore. It's just that I don't know what to write about.

     I have this old running post idea that would get me to come back at least once weekly. My image macros folder on my PC is filled with images I could never post on Facebook because they would offend one too many sensibilities. They're things I find funny in their own absurd (and sometimes mean) ways. I just never got around to setting it up.

     Maybe it's because I have too many open accounts online now. It'd be a job in of itself to keep up to date with all of them, especially a blogging site which requires some measure of dedication to generate an entry that's more than me just bitching about something.
     My most popular entry to date is still the Carly McKinney one and that's entirely due to the pictures I posted within the post. People are finding the entry via Google searches so if anything, yeah...the right images can generate views but that entry had some sincere passion in it which took some time to plan out and compose. It wasn't just a post offering a gallery of pictures for viewers to ogle.

     I don't know. I have occasional ideas but I'm not budgeting my online time well. Facebook and Twitter draw my time like television once did which reminds me, like with Twitter, I need to create a core group of friends on Facebook I definitely follow and have an "Everybody Else Day" for when I have the time or otherwise bored. I've already cleared my feed of the "Posts Too Much" crowd: those people who love oversharing links and whatnot. I feel like I must be on quite of few of them seeing as how few the reactions are to anything I post. I accept the emptiness on Twitter: it's part of its design. It's more depressing on Facebook.

     It'll be another year before I update the America the Beautiful mintages and another two years before I update the Deliberately Circulated running entries.

     Maybe I got out much of what I had wanted to say in 2010 and 2011 when this blog was new. It probably helped that I was still reading Gawker and listening to Opie & Anthony daily to keep my rage informed. Perhaps I've mellowed out?

     I should never discount that I'm simply lazy...

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

YOU CAN BE WORTH TOO MUCH...


     This isn't about God hatred. I don't really go for that. It's about that shitty handwaving mentality of "everything happens for a reason" I can't stand and this image macro post exemplifies it. I'm sorry things aren't going your way but it's because you're more valuable than the people who get what they want easily so you're just going to have to wait, and wait...and wait.....and wait some more believing that someday you, yes you!, will be found worthy of happiness long after the time it would've been useful for you to have.

     Ugh...

     There is such a thing as being too valuable. You see it in some convenience stores when they won't accept $50 or $100 bills regardless of how much you purchase. This poster says to me that while all your $10 and $20 friends get to have lunch, your $100 self will just have to go hungry because you're worth so much more than lunch right now when you need it...

     Ugh...

Anyone got change? I need change.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

ATB QUARTER MINTAGES: WHERE ARE THEY NOW? (2015 update)

     2015's mintages have been released so it's time, once again, to update my comparison chart of America the Beautiful (ATB) Quarters mintages with that of the preceding 50 State Quarters program (1999-2009).

     As of 2014, the total mintage of the entire ATB Quarters program had still yet not exceeded that of the first year of State Quarters (though just barely). That would be left up to 2015's mintages, which would put a significant dent in the 2000 State Quarters' production totals.

          To recap, the mintages from the 1999 State Quarters program were 2.23 billion quarters produced at the Philadelphia mint and 2.21 billion quarters produced at the Denver mint for a total mintage of 4,430.8 million quarters which broke down as follows:
     Total mintage for Delaware was 774.8 million pieces
     Total mintage for Pennsylvania was 707.3 million pieces
     Total mintage for New Jersey was 662.2 million pieces
     Total mintage for Georgia was 939.9 million pieces
     Total mintage for Connecticut was 1,346.6 million pieces

    Additionally, we last left off with the production percentages of ATB Quarters to date compared to State Quarters production as follows:

Of the 1999 total: 98.6% with DE: 100% - PA: 100% - NJ: 100% - GA: 100% - CT: 93.4%
The combined production totals for 2010-2014 were 4,341.6 million quarters. For Connecticut, an additional 89.2 million quarters will be needed to exceed that state's mintage in the order and, for that matter, the entirety of 1999's mintage.

    As we will be moving into the second year of the 50 State Quarters program's mintages, now would be a good time to break down its production totals.
    The mintages from the 2000 State Quarters program were 3.67 billion quarters produced at the Philadelphia mint and 2.81 billion quarters produced at the Denver mint for a total mintage of 6,470.9 million quarters which broke down as follows:
     Total mintage for Massachusetts was 1,163.8 million pieces
     Total mintage for Maryland was 1,234.7 million pieces
     Total mintage for South Carolina was 1,308.8 million pieces
     Total mintage for New Hampshire was 1,169 million pieces
     Total mintage for Virginia was 1,594.6 million pieces

     2000 holds the record for the highest production totals in the program as well as the individual title holder for the highest minted State Quarter, Virginia.

     The total production of 2015 ATB Quarters was 1,417.6 million from the Philadelphia mint and 1,573.2 million from the Denver mint for a combined total of 2,990.8 million quarters, nearly double 2014's mintage.
     The 463 million total mintage of the Homestead quarter more than provides the 89.2 million quarters necessary to push out of 1999's production totals and into 2000's (that only took five years and change!) and combined with Kisatchie's 776.8 million total, we're just 1% shy of Massachusetts's mintage.
     The combined mintages of the Blue Ridge Parkway (830.8 million pieces) and Bombay Hook quarters (481.4 million pieces) not only quickly surpass the mintage of our union's sixth state, but also overtake Maryland's total by 5%.
     The mintage for the Saratoga quarter, the final ATB Quarter for 2015, provided an additional 438.8 million pieces to combine with the 64.3 million leftover pieces from Bombay Hook that exceeded Maryland's total, thus eating into, but not overtaking South Carolina's production total.

     In conclusion:

Of the 2000 total: 44.8% with MA: 100% - MD: 100% - SC: 38.4% - NH: 0% - VA: 0%
2015 dated quarters are:
Of total 1965-1998 quarter production (37,463 million pieces): 7.98%
Of total State Quarter production (1999-2009 : 35,451.2 million pieces): 8.44%
Of total clad quarter production (1965-2015): 3.73% [about 1 in 27 quarters will be dated 2015]

And of all quarters made from 1965-2015 (80,246.6 million pieces):
1965-1998 clad quarters make up 46.68% of the total [about 1 in 2 quarters]
State Quarters make up 44.18% of the total [about 1 in 2 quarters]
1999-dated quarters make up 5.52% of the total [about 1 in 18 quarters]
2000-dated quarters make up 8.06% of the total [about 1 in 12 quarters]
ATB Quarters from 2010-2015 make up 9.14% of the total [about 1 in 11 quarters]