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one september ninety eight noon

all information is global

I get bored with the way these pages look after about two months. I said I wasn't changing the title page of this site again for at least a year and I meant it, but I might mess around with the others. I dunno. It's not like I don't already have enough to fill my time.

On the subway this morning I had it pounded into my head that we live in the time when all information is global. The Economist showed a picture of anti-US protesters in Sudan (after the bombing). One was holding up a sign with a very convincingly hand-drawn image of Lewinsky, with the caption No War for Monika [sic].

I didn't expect them to know or care.

My friend Eric, who likes The Economist but never has enough time to read it, asked me last night to save him this week's (upcoming) issue. He said he wanted to read what they said about the stock market now (a few weeks ago, they said that the bear market was arriving). I agreed, but I didn't really understand why it was so significant until I read this morning's newspaper headline. Honestly, I was out shopping all yesterday afternoon and I didn't hear one person mention it!

[For those in Australia or who somehow manage to avoid the stock-market hype in this country completely, the market fell off a cliff yesterday - the Dow dropped 512 points - erasing a year's worth of gains and then some.]

I am amused. I have a mild dislike for the stock market in general, but I have a much stronger dislike for the way this country has pinned its incomes and hopes to it, built a cult of fortune around it. The only money I have in the stock market is that which I am basically forced to invest in it by my company's pension plans - and I have kept that as limited as possible.

I realize that it's wrong to be spiteful, but I can't help but hope that this serves as an object lesson to a lot of people. What goes up must, eventually, come down. Damn it.




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