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After extensive research, we've found the underlying causes for Americans' seeming inability to understand the economic environment they've landed themselves in. It turns out, after close inspection, that all of our failure to understand the world of finance stems from a few simple misconceptions that have arisen over the past few decades.

"The Government" is actually the name of a taco stand in the DC area which has somehow fallen into massive debt, specifically to China, where many of its creditors and investors live.

"The Fed" is actually the name of a marginally successful loanshark company also in the DC area, which explains why we've seen reports of wildly fluctuating, unstable interest rates in recent years.

"The Federal Reserve" is actually the name of a factory in Maryland which prints boardgame money for such popular titles as 'Monopoly', 'Monopoly on Ice', 'The Game of Life', and a new game released in 2010, 'The Wallstreet Bailout'.

"The Housing Bubble" was actually the name of a real estate firm whose headquarters were based in Georgia. The Building collapsed in March of 2007 during a massive storm that hit the area, causing massive panic to home owners everywhere when news spread that "The housing bubble had collapsed."

With these misconceptions cleared up, perhaps we can begin to look at economics in a less panicked, misinformed manner, and perhaps many people's erroneous ideas about economics and politics can be corrected. This is not the first time such confusion has been uncovered; in 1814, British troops entering Paris found that "Napoleon" was not a person, however "Napoleon's" was indeed the name of a very successful chain of bakeries which had 'taken Europe by storm', but which had declined invitations to set up shop in Britain, effectively "Blockading" the country. For some reason however, attempts to build franchises in Russia failed miserably, and in 1812 they were forced to lay off almost all of the 600,000 employees in Russian branch stores.

What misconceptions the future will hold is anyone's guess, but now that we understand this phenomenon better, some candidates are already on our list, from the shaky financial situation of the "Greece" theme park and boardwalk in Athens to the Coastal, uninhabited, earthquake and flood-prone region of "Lowlying Holland" in Northern Siberia.
I ate half a dozen eggs and some other stuff for dinner yesterday and when I was done I had this cardboard egg carton. I looked at the thing and remembered being in Kindergarten; there was this thing we did once where we did an arts and crafts day; I built some kind of ship out of an egg carton. I don't recall exactly what design I used, but I remember bringing it home and being all proud of it, then I looked at it again and I was like "Shoot; I barely did anything to this, does it count as art? I mean it might as well just be an egg carton."
Then I looked at it again and I was like "You know what, even if it were just an egg carton, I picked it out of the box because I thought it looked cool; so even if it isn't art I like that I can recognize that it looks cool. Imma keep it." I liked the sharpness of the lines and the ordered look of the cardboard design. I didn't really like the aesthetics of the foam egg cartons, just the cardboard ones.
You'd think a silly aesthetic preference like that would fade with age but for some reason I still like cardboard egg cartons better than the foam ones, and coincidentally for exactly the same reasons. So after dinner yesterday I got some sticks, a piece of felt, and some tape, and I turned it into a pirate ship, and for some reason this was extremely satisfying.

Here's a picture of the final product:
That about sums it up. Come back in about 8 years, I'll have a novel written down here or something, I swear. This journal sure is going places fast... Had some weird dreams last night about me and my teammates on the SWAT team trying to take down a serial killer and being in a parking lot trying to explain why I'm mystified by large abandoned structures. I think I failed on both counts, the SWAT team one mostly because our strategy relied mainly on taking advantage of his racial prejudice. We knew he was a black supremacist, so we were going to get some huge speakers and blast the building he was in with the Blues Brothers in the hopes that he would go into a fit of rage after hearing white people "Usurp" a genre which was originally created by a predominantly black population. That isn't how it happened. Also, we couldn't find the CD.
The internet has done weird things to people. The most noticeable one I've encountered is that it imparts a more fast-paced feel to the lives of its users; things that are on public display are just there for kicks, and if people notice them they notice them, but personal messages have started to be treated almost more like chat messages than like the facsimiles of email they were at outset. It you don't answer it within a few hours people start to wonder if you got it, and they start sending you these urgent messages; this sort of "Hey, why aren't you responding" message. I don't personally like that; it makes me feel like someone else is trying to imply that they have the right to use my time for their purposes. But in some way this is true, by putting myself out in the world I have in a weird way promised to give a little bit of myself.

So I'm not scorning this new approach to life, I'm just saying it isn't what I'm used to. I don't like writing shoddy comments on someone's work, and if I don't have anything to say about something I'll pass it over for a day or two until I've got what I want to say about it solidified.

I get a lot of these urgent requests one every social networking site I'm ever on, and over time it usually causes me to slowly back away from there. I don't get on Facebook much anymore because whenever I do, people Facebook chat me and ask me to look at their pictures they put up, and they want an answer NOW! They want to know what I think of it NOW!

This baffles me. I like this place though, so I think I'm going to stay here regardless of whether that happens, but for the record, I don't operate that way. If you message me, I'll get your message, and if it's something that demands an immediate answer I'll probably answer it if I log on that day and have time to answer it, but if it isn't time sensitive, I'm not going to treat it like it's time sensitive. I don't treat Internet interactions the same way I do face to face interactions. I might take a day or two to answer, and to be honest unless there's a really specific reason, I probably won't mind if you do that too. Unless you're using it for business the internet should be fun, why all this unnecessary time pressure?

So if it seems like I'm ignoring you, I'm probably not. I just like to think of the internet as a giant electronic postal service as opposed to a giant meeting room. Just throwing that out there so people don't freak out, because I think I see this starting already. I'm not judging or criticizing the people who do use the internet that way, I'm just letting people know why it might seem like I'm ignoring them.
I get to have a journal? Cool.