Inside Job
Sep. 11th, 2012 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraWatched the documentary Inside Job. It chilled me to the marrow.
Inside Job is the story of the deregulation of the financial services sector, the rise of derivatives, the real estate bubble, and its subsequent explosion, a detonation in its way as devastating as the twin plane crashes into the World Trade Towers. What I hadn't realized before was that these were more or less conscious choices, made by the likes of Alan Greenspan and Larry Summers.
I'm going to have to watch the film again in order to comment on it intelligently, but in the meantime that coda that haunts me so relentlessly has never seemed more apt –
The boys throw stones at the frogs for sport
But the frogs die in earnest.
The fact that Obama made Summers head of the National Economics Council staggers the mind. The American government is completely broken, completely beholden to big money interests. I suppose my intensely personal dislike for Obama is rooted in the fact that after coasting in on the "Hope and Change" trope, he behaved exactly like his predecessors. There is absolutely no difference between Obama and Romney so far as Wall Street goes except that Obama is sneakier about being in their pocket.
I know in many states right now voting for a third party candidate may seem like you're throwing your vote away. But you're not. A third party is the only way this country is every going to break this bondage.
In other news, we had the most awesome dinner last night – Cassandra made this gazpacho that had the most amazing orchestration of flavors with a cool cucumber finish, and she baked an apple cake that ranks among the best baked goods I've ever tasted. I devised a recipe for chicken curry pot pie – if I make it again, there are a few things I would do differently but all in all, for something I improvised, it turned out well.
Autumn here with a vengeance. Prodigal Pussker seems to be adjusting to homelife. For the first 16 hours or so that he was back, he kept meowing incessantly. It was very annoying. He was obviously crying though it didn't seem as though he was in any kind of distress. But now he's back to being his old plump, adorable self with the occasional, interrogative, "Mrowp?" when he wants to say, Why are you doing that when you could be petting me?"
Started drafting one of my Stegner stories last night, What You Don't Own No More, which is going to be the story of my obnoxious Freeville neighbor, Craig. Craig actually died the night before RTT graduated. I drove up and sat with the girlfriend while he was dying. I don't like her and I didn't like him, but I couldn't stand the thought of her sitting there alone watching him die.
My life is boring these days. Pretty cool, huh? (Insert smiley)
Inside Job is the story of the deregulation of the financial services sector, the rise of derivatives, the real estate bubble, and its subsequent explosion, a detonation in its way as devastating as the twin plane crashes into the World Trade Towers. What I hadn't realized before was that these were more or less conscious choices, made by the likes of Alan Greenspan and Larry Summers.
I'm going to have to watch the film again in order to comment on it intelligently, but in the meantime that coda that haunts me so relentlessly has never seemed more apt –
The boys throw stones at the frogs for sport
But the frogs die in earnest.
The fact that Obama made Summers head of the National Economics Council staggers the mind. The American government is completely broken, completely beholden to big money interests. I suppose my intensely personal dislike for Obama is rooted in the fact that after coasting in on the "Hope and Change" trope, he behaved exactly like his predecessors. There is absolutely no difference between Obama and Romney so far as Wall Street goes except that Obama is sneakier about being in their pocket.
I know in many states right now voting for a third party candidate may seem like you're throwing your vote away. But you're not. A third party is the only way this country is every going to break this bondage.
In other news, we had the most awesome dinner last night – Cassandra made this gazpacho that had the most amazing orchestration of flavors with a cool cucumber finish, and she baked an apple cake that ranks among the best baked goods I've ever tasted. I devised a recipe for chicken curry pot pie – if I make it again, there are a few things I would do differently but all in all, for something I improvised, it turned out well.
Autumn here with a vengeance. Prodigal Pussker seems to be adjusting to homelife. For the first 16 hours or so that he was back, he kept meowing incessantly. It was very annoying. He was obviously crying though it didn't seem as though he was in any kind of distress. But now he's back to being his old plump, adorable self with the occasional, interrogative, "Mrowp?" when he wants to say, Why are you doing that when you could be petting me?"
Started drafting one of my Stegner stories last night, What You Don't Own No More, which is going to be the story of my obnoxious Freeville neighbor, Craig. Craig actually died the night before RTT graduated. I drove up and sat with the girlfriend while he was dying. I don't like her and I didn't like him, but I couldn't stand the thought of her sitting there alone watching him die.
My life is boring these days. Pretty cool, huh? (Insert smiley)
