Last week, I was on a most remarkable business trip. I was sitting in a park there, starting to write up my observations, when something happened that caused me to reconsider everything I was thinking. I’m going back again in the near future, and will write about it then.
But since returning on Monday, and in spite of the business-class seat on the airplane on which I could actually sleep, I’ve been in a funk. I’ve been tired and not wanting to do very much. And in all, it’s been a crappy week:
- My PDA phone seems to have failed. The battery, which used to be good for 3-4 days, barely lasts one day now, and about 70% of the time that I try to make a call, it fails. I’m back to using my old phone for communication. I know that I can probably get a replacement if I go to the AT&T store in midtown, but beyond that, the PDA phone hasn’t been as useful as I imagined it.
- New York State is going broke, but the Legislature doesn’t want to do anything about it. Both the Democrats and the Republicans are beholden to the public employee unions, and so will not do anything that would inconvenience the civil service.
- It was another barf bag week for Dow Jones, with the Industrials closing below 8,000 on Wednesday and Thursday night before gaining ground on Friday.
- In yesterday’s paper, there was a report of something that I knew would happen someday, but hoped never would: a young man killed himself while broadcasting the experience over the Web. He took an overdose of sleeping pills and tranquilizers, and it was only after a few hours of watching him immobile in his bed that something seemed wrong.
- And the Sunday Daily News, which cost $1 since the 1980s, went up today to $1.25.
This week can only be an improvement!