File this under the 2011 to-do list: How to Create (and Stick to) a Realistic Budget with Mint.
I love most every beer Anchor Brewing produces. Enough so that I’d be willing to wear a T-shirt with their logo on it. However, even though their merchandise is priced affordably, none of it is worth buying. All I want is a navy blue shirt with the main Anchor brewing logo, perhaps distressed. Is that so hard?
File this under Awesome: Beastie Boys Annotated. Want to know where the samples from “Shake Your Rump” came from? Want to know where the “grafitti guys” sample in Professor Booty came from? It’s all there. (WARNING: Site last updated in 2004.) (via)
Here’s an excellent and frightening overview of the global economy from the managing director of an investment company.
The constructive way is to stop making paper and start making things. Replace subprimes, and yes, Treasury bonds with American cars, steel, iPads, airplanes, corn – whatever the world wants that we can make better and/or cheaper. Learn how to compete again. Investments in infrastructure and 21st century education and research, as opposed to 20th century education are mandatory, as is a withdrawal from resource-draining foreign wars….
…Unlike the United Kingdom, where Prime Minister Cameron has championed fiscal conservatism, or even Euroland, which is being forced in the direction of Angela Merkel’s Germanic work ethic, the United States seems to acknowledge no bounds to what it can spend to bolster consumption or how much it can print to support its asset markets.
I spent only a short amount of time in front of the TV this weekend, but reading this article made me glad I didn’t see the news: Apparently the Republicans have coerced convinced enough of their representatives that tax cuts for the insanely wealthy are still a good idea. I’m fine with extending them for families making less than $250K, which seems to be the way the rest of America is leaning, but these pricks are hell-bent on making their rich friends richer while we all get poorer. This article makes it sound as if the White House is going to compromise; what I want is for my President to stand up, shame these assholes into submission, and tell them to get bent once and for all. Grow a pair, Obama. Quickly.
All I can say is, I better hear good news on this vote: House tax break vote expected Thursday. I don’t advocate gridlock, and I’m tired of Partisan politics, but this is one of the things I think they need to stand firm on. If they cave on this for some stupid reason, I’m going to have to register as an Independent.
Jen and I are not what you might call clothes horses. I think our daughter probably has more clothes than the both of us combined when you remove things like socks and underwear; the only thing that helps us stomach that fact is that we’ve only actually bought about 5% of her wardrobe—the rest have been hand-me-downs or gifts. My own clothes have a median age of about 7 years or so; I’ve got some pants that date back to high school (Vietnam-era jungle fatigues that are as rare as hen’s teeth), a few shirts of the same vintage, and boots from freshman year in college. I tend to wear clothes until they fall off my back or Jen tells me to get rid of them, which makes my daily ensemble a pretty ratty look.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve finally started listening to Jen when it comes to proper sizing, eschewing big baggy clothes for things that actually fit my frame, so the older stuff I’ve got is slowly getting winnowed out as I replace it. This means things like pants that need seven belt loops are getting donated to charity and XL-sized coats have been gifted to my father. I still have some baggy stuff but I wear it only rarely, and it sits in a big tupperware bin waiting for the veterans collection people to haul it off into the sunset.
On the hunt for a proper pair of jeans two years ago, I tried several different brands. My old go-to, a standard pair of Levi’s 501’s, failed to fit me as they had in the past. And I tried. About 15 pairs, to be exact. Every single one fit differently, and every single one looked funny in an I’m-not-spending-$40-on-these sort of way. Some were the male version of Mom Jeans, which is not a look I’m dying to emulate, some looked like I was dragging two bedsheets below my knees, and some hung down around my butt like rolls of elephant skin.
I finally found a winner with the Gap, who sells a flavor called Straight Fit (low on the hips, straight legs, small inseam) which fit me less like Poindexter and more like a fashion model: that is to say, the waist doesn’t come up to my armpits, the pockets aren’t the size of trashcan lids, the fabric is relatively durable and the inseam doesn’t reveal 3/4 of my pasty shins when I sit in a chair. Swell. Sign me up for four pairs.
Well, it didn’t work like that. I could only find one pair the night I tried them on, and that was on a back shelf under some other jeans. So I left with what I could find. Fast forward to this afternoon: They still make this style (thank God) but it’s impossible to find anywhere near the neatly folded wall of denim—they have it sprinkled throughout the store in groups of ten, casually hung or draped or hidden in odd places so that I had to go and ask one of the sales drones. They’ve also jacked the price up from ~$40 to ~$65, negating most of the benefit of a 40% off sale. I wandered around for a little while, doing the math on my iPhone and trying to rationalize the purchase, then finally plunked my card down.
Now, I need to find a winter coat that actually fits.
Jon Stewart asks the very prescient question: How exactly can Republicans be for deficit reduction and extending the Bush-era tax cuts?
Best line of the whole clip: “THE DEFICIT WANTS TO SKULLFUCK YOUR MOTHER!”
I spend a lot of time on the computer each day, and I’m always looking for something interesting to listen to. This American Life has been a staple of my iTunes podcast list for two years now. I highly recommend it, and this morning I donated money to keep it online. I encourage you to listen (if you don’t already) and give a little money, if you have it, so that it will continue.
The big news around the Lockardugan estate these days is a successful mortgage refinance, which (among other things) has consolidated several large bills into one smaller payment at a lower interest rate. We will be seeing additional benefits beyond a smaller monthly outlay, beginning with forward progress on the side porch and atrium.
To recap, the day before Finn was born, we installed a door between the living room and what used to be the exam room in preparation for renovations. Predictably, the 20 months since then have been filled with all-baby-all-the-time, so the exam room sat untouched while we gathered some shekels and got her moving under her own power. Our main stumbling block, even before she was born, was how to organize the space in the atrium above, due to the need for plumbing—the plan has always been to use that space for a master bathroom adjoining the front bedroom. The jigsaw puzzle goes together like this: In order to finish off the downstairs, we need to put piping in for the upstairs bathroom. In order to get piping upstairs, we need to have a plan for how the bathroom up there will be laid out. In order for piping to go in, we need a chunk of cash to pay the plumber.
So, we’ve got the cash. Now, for the plan. On paper it sounds simple, but we have been stumped as to how to fit a sink, toilet, and bathtub into a space surrounded by windows and flanked by a fixed attic staircase. Working with only one interior wall makes planning difficult, because a shower on an outside wall is always going to be chilly.
What we’ve got now.
We enlisted the professional aid of Mr. Scout to help visualize a solution to our problem above, and get the ball rolling on the space below. (The immediate goal is to have a working bathroom on the first floor in place by July 4 for parade-goers, and the long-term goal is to have a functional den completed by, oh, let’s say Thanksgiving.)
The upstairs room is, as mentioned before, completely surrounded by old, creaky windows. The basement steps drop down into the back third, right next to a doorway that was tacked on to the rear of the porch. The staircase is next to a surround which encloses the chimney.
Our checklist for the upstairs bathroom is:
- A shower
- A toilet
- Dual sinks
- A large, usable closet
- Sunshine
- An over/under washing machine/dryer (not necessary, but would be nice)
Option 1
Mr. Scout did some measuring and some thinking, and suggested a radical solution: Make the back bedroom the master. Flip the current “closet”, push it forward to meet the depth of the chimney, and make the back 1/3 of the space a dressing room. Chop the attic stairs and devise some kind of hinged stair solution that can be folded up and hidden. Delete entirely the doorway into the front bedroom. Delete all but a few of the windows on the side of the house and take back that wall space. Put a tub/shower against the back of the closet and some kind of vanity/built in cabinetry against the front wall with the sinks. And put the toilet along the outside wall so it’s not the first thing you see upon entry.
Option 2
I did another variation on this idea where the tub becomes a stand-up shower in order to fit the washer/dryer alongside; we’ll have to measure that exactly and see if it can go somewhere else instead. I’m not entirely sure I want to delete the doorway to the blue bedroom, but if there’s another way to arrange the room to make things work better, I’m on board.
Downstairs, we’re altering the original plan just a touch to make the new bathroom more usable. Mr. Scout suggested widening the room from 44″ to 50″, turning the toilet and widening the window above to center them visually, and then using a 24″ door against the office wall, opening inward, for entry. We’ll level the floor and tile it. The casement windows I was originally considering for the den will change to a trio of double-hung units like we’ve got throughout the house, and the back door will be enlarged from a miniscule 24″ to a standard 32″ 15-pane glass (although this one will be exterior-grade steel). I’m still on the fence about what to do with the window over the radiator on the back wall; it may come out and it may stay in.
We’re shooting to have a working toilet and possibly a sink in place, surrounded by some roughed-in drywall for our parade guests. After that hubbub dies down we can get to the serious business of new windows, siding, and what to do about the floor (the end cutting pliers and I have a date with the floor sometime very soon), as well as insulating the coal cellar below (more tigerfoam) and doing something with the rickety porch off the back.