The best financial story I've read in a while
Of course; it's from the Times. It's not so much that it's about rich people and their money. It reminds me of a quote I heard a year or so ago that has stuck with me: "If rich people spent money the way poor people think they do, they wouldn't be rich." At first, I didn't know how that worked, but I understood the meaning. This article helps me get a peek. It's so good I printed it and will use it as a guide.
Plus, it reminds of what good journalism looks like.
(By the way, thanks to all for the comments and encouragement in my last money-related post. I started to feel better just reading those! And yes, I am stronger. I just needed a reminder.)
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The weekend was lovely. Miss Holly Golightly was escorted about town by the debonair Mister Harry Caray. Few people recognized either of us, unfortunately, but we had a dashing time nonetheless. Photographs to come when madame downloads and uploads and burns and carries and all. Don't look for them for a while, in fact.
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We're running a big series this week about a poor, blighted neighborhood. Surely it will win awards it doesn't deserve, thanks to the intense editing of the copy desk. And we'll never get any recognition. That's OK, except that those on the metro side will believe it's because of them that it's so great. Oh well. Another day in paradise.
"One of the great things about being a copy editor is freedom from the vulgar desire for public recognition."
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The fellow behind Mr. Caray is quite nice and darling. Smart, funny, likes to cook, sing and dance. Brought soup and chocolate cake when I wasn't feeling well today. How delightful!
Today's songs include: 4 Non Blondes' "What's Going On," The Pixies' "Where is my Mind," Elvis Presley's "All Shook Up." It's been a strange day. I've had vertigo of faculties other than balance: I read things wrong, don't see stuff that's there, can't speak clearly. Weird.
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Must be love. Or a stroke. Then again, "The Stroke" by Billy Squier IS a love song ... sort of.
Harry Caray? The late baseball broadcaster? The guy who wore ridiculously oversized glasses?
Get out of copy editing RIGHT NOW if you ever expect an ounce of recognition for the good things you do. You're there to be ignored when things go well, and blamed when things don't. Accept it and life will be much happier.
Well said, my friend, well said.
I knew there would be no recognition. That whole rant was tongue-in-cheek. Jim, I think I need to begin inserting a sarcasm meter. You too, actually.
Love? Pah.
Yes, the baseball broadcaster. Is there another Harry Caray?
I knew you were sarcastic. But I thought the quote was great for youngsters who don't know any better, and present company would be excluded in that.
Yeah, Jim, you don't know Harry Caray?
I just can't imagine how anybody would hit on Harry Caray as a Halloween inspiration.
Go stick your tongue in my cheek, willya? :)
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