Saturday, December 17, 2005

An Army Of Like One, Dude

The Air Force recruiting slogan used to be "Aim High". The Army has their own interpretation of that sentiment that goes something like: "Aim low. That way if you miss you can blame it on bad aim."

My favorite quote in the article is from some officer talking about what recruiters are doing to bolster the ranks. "They're spending more time now talking to high seniors...asking about what they are doing next summer." High seniors? Yes, kids these days are known to smoke the weed. Luckily, our Army is apparently in need of stone-faced stoners to root out the insurgents and then fire up a big fat bong with them.

I imagine talking to these high seniors might go something like:

High Senior: Next summer? I dunno. My friend said he could get me this job at McDonald's. My girlfriend works at Blockbuster right next to it. It's cool, you know. My parents are cool with me doing whatever I want, so that's cool. Why, is there a party or something?

Recruiter: Actually, I was hoping you might want to join the Army and help fight the war on terror in Iraq.

High Senior: Oh. Yeah, um...It kind of looks, like, bad there? Plus I think my girlfriend really wants me to try for that job at McDonald's. Thanks though. Dude, you got any weed?

Friday, December 16, 2005

A Christmas Cat

This young lady showed up at our neighbor's house. Of course they started feeding her but can't keep her because their daughter is allergic. Yadda, yadda, yadda...we have a cat in our garage. She would be in the house but our three other wolverines might eat her. Her name is Flower, courtesy of the little neighbor girl. She is about six months old and very friendly and vocal. As seen in the below photo, she even loves to eat out of my namesake bowl! If any of the five readers in blogland want to give a nice cat a nice home for the holidays, I will pay your initial vet costs and throw in a supply of my shamelessly branded bowls! How can you resist that face?

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Goodbye Land Of The Free, Hello Home Of The Brave

A few examples of how, and rightfully why, "free" media is dying an agonizingly slow death. Let's clarify our working definition of "free" as it relates to media. Free of subscription fees, but subsidized by commercials and subject to the whims of their revenue stream and the scourge of regulatory agencies.
1. Premium cable channels are the Elysian Fields of television shows that are too smart or edgy for all those viewers in flyover country.
2. Pay-per-view. What you want, when you want it. Now you can see everything that E! couldn't get away with. I'm scared.
3. Seriously? People watch this?
4. I couldn't resist. As you are reading this, terrestrial radio is wheezing out its last breaths.
Pay media is already here. Unless you watch three local television broadcasts via an antenna/tinfoil receiver, you're paying for PAX, Lifetime, and CSPAN. Why not pay for something you'll actually watch? Your brain thanks you.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Love Me Tender

I drove by this ridiculously named business today.

One kid? Just add $199!
Two or more kids? Only $499 more!
Ask about our discounts for marriages of three months or less!
Get divorced before December 31st and receive a FREE pre-nup for your next visit!

How many of the Store's clientele exchanged their sacred vows in front of The King? He must be rolling over in his extra-large coffin.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Friday, December 02, 2005

You've Got Mail (unfortunately)

Sick of digging through pounds of junk mail? Me too. I completed my mission of getting our address removed from every available marketing list that I could find. Here are the results of my exhaustive phone, email, and letter campaign. You will not find a more comprehensive or accurate list on the internet. I guarantee it. Total time investment for you: 30 minutes. Total monetary investment: 37 cents. Don't worry, catalog shoppers, existing business relationships with your stores will not be harmed.

ADVO. They sell your name and address to local stores for inclusion of circulars with your mail. Usually accompanied with a missing kid postcard so they can meet addressing requirements. 860.285.6100

Trimerged credit opt out. For removal of your name and anonymous creditworthiness from all three bureaus. Click or call 888.5 OPT OUT.

Direct Marketing Association. This is the only letter you will need to mail, but definitely the most important. This is the secret password to get you off hundreds of lists you never even knew existed. It works, but give it about six months to see a reduction in junk mail. If you only do one on this list, this is the one.

Val-Pak Coupons. You will have to put in the delivery code from a mailing to get off their list. Sneaky little creatures, they are. 888.797.1896

Abacus, a Division of DoubleClick, Inc. They track you across the internet with cookies. Just put your name, address and OPT OUT in the message body. 303.410.5100

Acxiom CIMS. Same as Abacus.

AOL. If I get another stupid CD…The best about these idiots and their horrible service is that the kid asked me if I wanted to sign up for an account after I told him to take me off the mailing list. 800.605.4297

Publishers’ Clearinghouse Sweepstakes. Ed, you look even worse than your mailings.

Haines and Company. Ask for Ms. Pat Lefferts. Get a kick out of her smoker’s voice.

The trees thank you. And thanks to JunkBusters for getting me started.

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Dreaming Of An Iraq Exit Strategy

This clown (Actual photo from Harvard's actual site. You can't make this stuff up.) spoke at my alma mater today. The future warfighters seemed equally impressed with their Commander-in-Chief.

Cub reporter Ryan Smith gets the scoop.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Fly, Eagles, Fly

What a way to honor your mother. What is it about the Birds that makes people go krazy? E-A-G-L-E-S...EAGLES! I feel like running around the block naked.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Mmmmm...$0.001 Par Value Stock

As a follow up to an earlier post, one of our favorite restaurants is going public. I know I shouldn't get emotionally involved with a stock, but like a barbacoa burrito, I really want a piece of this one. I did a little research on getting a slice of the IPO pie. Unlike the Google offering that bucked the trend, most IPOs are limited to insiders and people with the last name "Gates". Here is a quick lesson on why you will have better luck standing in line for the cilantro-lime rice instead of the stock. ¿Quiere guacamol con eso?

Friday, November 25, 2005

Who's Dumb Now?

Little orange cat appeared outside the sliding glass door, again, the other day and caused quite a stir in our normally docile hierarchy. Turns out our trio of indoor cats gets wound up on the sight of a visiting cat due to a phenomenon known as redirected aggression. And to think that I almost lost my leg trying to separate them.

Editor's note: Link is to a Colorado animal shelter called Dumb Friends League. Don't get me wrong, they have a great and admirable cause. But like AT&T and IBM, they've outlived their name. Time to drop the 'dumb'.

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Thanks For The Turkey

Four gallons of boiling oil and ten-thousand calories later, our Thanksgiving feast finally draws to a close. Approved for sober adult use only. Take the fun out of it, why don't you.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Just In Time For Turkey

I apologize for the prolonged absence. I set out to post daily, but alas, I have missed that mark. In the past 21 days of no posts, I have accomplished the following:
1. Purchased this little morsel. Because five dozen fake mice under the couch is barely enough.
2. Discovered another restroom at work.
3. Drank an Amp. Got addicted. Bought another Amp from the vending machine at work. Got a headache. Dude, I did the new Dew and it is one fine pick-me-up.
4. Cried for three days straight when I heard "Arrested Development" was cancelled. But for "The Simpsons" and baseball, FOX is again the worst network on the planet. Damn your myopia, Rupert.
So at four major accomplishments in just under three weeks, you can see that I am pretty darn busy out here in meatspace. But we're back, people. Thanks for caring.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Goodbye, OX of SOX

Thank you for your service and your gift of employment to millions of accounting pros around the country.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Happy Birthday!

Birthday season marches on. Happy Birthday, Uncle Mike! Can you see this from your window?

Monday, October 31, 2005

Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween, ghouls and goblinettes. Today I dressed up as a working American. And since traffic to our haunted mansion was disappointingly slow tonight, we are stuck with a pound of Butterfingers, Tootsie Rolls and Dots. None of which are very easy to get out of your teeth.

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Depressed Mode

Why does this make the cover Yahoo! story just because it is exhibited in France? We went to the Ron Mueck exhibit at the Hirshhorn in DC two years ago. Just in time for Halloween. His work is so lifelike it's creepy. Incidentally, 'Big Man' (pictured) was my favorite.

To answer to the question posed in the article, of course depression fuels great art. Have you ever met a happy painter?

Friday, October 28, 2005

God, Country, Corps

We haven't been to see a movie in the theater recently because:
a. cellphones
b. $10 admission tickets
c. Miss Congeniality 2: Armed and Fabulous
d. all of the above

However, I am pretty excited about Jarhead. It looks like a Full Metal Jacket updated for the 21st century. I can appreciate war movies that examine the human side of the military instead of dumbing down the story with ridiculous technological exaggerations. The last good war movie that was made from the book was Blackhawk Down. Hopefully Jarhead will deliver. Count me in.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

A Big Stinky Pile

I love a good dump. There is something about this wondrous municipality that is a toxic, stinky sort of way. I spent a few minutes in the not-so-quiet expanse of the Skunk Creek Landfill today. Whenever I visit this playground of trash, I'm reminded of the opening scene in Terminator where the machines are stomping around the future world. I'm particularly fascinated by the big front-end loaders with meat tenderizers for wheels. The giant wheels are perfect for compacting yesterday's Lean Cuisine box and Pringle's can into the pit. Burying our throwaways is so American: digging a deep hole and piling in a bunch of stuff we never want to see again. Like Ashton Kucher.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Smile And Say "Audit!"

This can't be good for the already-overworked school psychologists. Our investigative reporter is examining the validity of claims that some IEPs may not be followed by regular-ed teachers.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Save The Cacti

We just missed the sale of some rescued cacti this past weekend but this group helps to save cacti and other native desert plants before they are rolled over by the developer's scraper. Poor homeless barrels.

Monday, October 24, 2005

On The Move

Mobile and modular homes are big business in Arizona. Snowbirds, retirees, and vacation-homeowners are a steady source of buyers for these affordable commodities. Even investors are finding them to be one of the last sources of affordable fixer-uppers. Financing peculiarities can necessitate a cash purchase, but at the price, they are still within range for many buyers. So take the wheels off and stay awhile...if you're not worried about attracting hurricanes and tornadoes.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Happy Birthday, Mom!

Birthday season officially wraps up with mom's birthday today. A fun day (more on that later) and now we are exhausted.

Happy birthday!

Friday, October 21, 2005

And It Will Protect You From Aliens

We love a Chippy. That is, we love a Chipotle. If you haven't eaten their made-to-order burrito that I describe as "the size of Mark McGuire's forearm" you are really missing out on some of the freshest, healthiest Mexican food around.

The weirdest aspect of Chipotle: they are a 90% owned subsidiary of McDonald's. Weird because Chipotle is good.

Anyway, here is your chance to get a burrito for the low, low price of your dignity. Since you will already be dressed up, fill up on a free burrito then fill up on free candy. Mmmmm, acid reflux.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Dog Star

During my hour long commute home last night, I was reminded exactly why terrestrial radio is dead.
1. Playlists as long as my pinky. At one time three of the six stations on my presets were simultaneously torturing their listeners with something from Nickleback.
2. Commercials. Sadly I had to listen to some mortgage company hype home equity by "refinancing into a variable rate loan now, then refinancing again when rates go down!" Sounds like a great plan.
3. DJs. Locally the scene is exceedingly poor. Just spin the records, dude. I'll take crackly monoaural AM over the FM drivel.

January 1, 2006 is my independence day. Goodbye, irrelevant radio. Goodbye, CD changer. Hello, future of free speech.

The author owns shares of Sirius Satellite Radio, Inc. (SIRI). Why don't you?

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Pretty Fair And Relatively Balanced

My wife has told me that my blog should contain more newsiness. So here it is. Just make sure that you tell people you heard it here first. Well maybe not first, or even second. It is still wickedly funny. Even if it is posted on a bunch of other blogs.

Move over Webster's. This is craptacular.

The first word on the list is from my favorite episode of all time--King Size Homer. "I don't want to look like a freak. I'll take the muu muu."

Monday, October 17, 2005

They Have A Constitution And A Real Estate Bubble

What a find! And in a great neighborhood!

I love the info line:
Needs Renovating: Yes

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Your Sunday Cartoon

What Was I?

This is the first installment of a project that I have been thinking about for some time. There are many buildings around the Valley that have undergone a transformation. Although their original architecture remains, it is the ghost of a former business. Some businesses have easily identifiable architecture. Others are not so obvious. The idea is to figure out what business used to occupy the building. Get it?

Here is the first one. Business: Golden Bowl. Location: NE corner of 32nd Street and Cactus. The picture is from A9 until I can figure out how to get pictures off my cell phone. Post your guess in the comments. First correct answer receives my Powerball ticket from last week. If you have any buildings you would like to submit, email the picture or location to me.

Friday, October 14, 2005

Condo Conversion

Our cat tree is getting a little dated so it may be time for a full cat condo rehab. They want something like the picture but the deluxe trees are not cheap. I think I will buy some plans and attempt to construct a giant one myself. At least if the structure collapses, they can't sue me. Because they're cats and they haven't passed the bar exam...duh.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Do I Get A T-Shirt?

There are so many things that I hope to achieve in this life. Right up there is winning an eating contest. My wife, however, citing "wisdom and class," has declared that participation is strictly verboten. The Fed, as it is know by eaters, is bringing the* grilled cheese eating contest to the Arizona State Fair. I don't think I could hang in that particular category, but the chicken fried steak record is weak...11oz in 12 minutes. You're going down, Ed "Cookie" Jarvis.

*Owner of the free world.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Happy Birthday!

We've entered the birthday season in my family. Today was Reed's birthday. Happy birthday, bro! He is a budding "every other day" (his words) trader so we got him the definitive book on investing. Step aside, Warren. There's a new investor in town. And his name isn't Barney.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

It's Like Multiple Meats...In One!

Now that the Red Sox are out of it, I think we will cheer for a Chicago-STL series. Maybe southside can go on to win and give Chi Sox fans (which I found out, actually exist) something to be proud of. Thankfully I won't have to listen to any Yankee fans.
When we don't care about the teams, we get behind whoever's city has the best food.
Houston? I had a chicken fried steak there once but nothing notable.
LA? Can any singular food possibly represent LA?
St. Louis? Besides Ted Drewes frozen custard, what else is there?
Chicago. Mmmmmm, weird hot dog.

Monday, October 10, 2005

...But The Tequila Is Safe

¡Viva Mexico! There are some restrictions on owning property down south but that isn't stopping aggressive investment. A Scottsdale company is leading the investor invasion of some of the most pristine beachfront property in the world. Their development plan seems pretty high end. Will they still have street vendors selling meat-on-a-stick? Maybe this will be the new alternative to the San Diego escape for Phoenicians, LAers and Vegas-ites.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Friday, October 07, 2005

You Can't Win Friends With Salad

I would be a vegetarian, except for the no-meat thing. I like meat, er, I like meats--the more the merrier. Robyn and I went to The Cheesecake Factory (thanks for the fine service, Paul M.) last week and as usual I wanted a large plate of something meat-related.

Whenever we go out to eat I have this irrational fear that I won't get enough to eat. Maybe that's why I love a buffet. Searching for the largest item on the menu, I selected the ranch house burger (pieces of steak, sauteed mushrooms and onions, crisp bacon and cheddar cheese on top of a classic burger, served with fries) and a side of onion strings.

After we enjoyed a plate of the famous avocado eggrolls, I patiently awaited the arrival of my burger. Then I saw her. A massive array of greasy flesh piled high between the buns. Three different animals, a cow, a pig, and a steak, sacrificed themselves for me. And I got enough to eat.

The burger reminded me of another meat-mix that Burger King is offering: the Meat'normous. Meat, on top of meat, on top of meat. What a way to start your day. I am a sucker for anything with the suffix "-normous".
For fun, try attaching the following suffixes to the word "meat":
Mouthwatering, aren't they?

Thursday, October 06, 2005

The Far, Far, East

New city #xx is set for development somewhere between the Lost Dutchman Mine and the Florence prison. Thousands of people living miles from anywhere, with no water, no transportation, and no urban core? What could be more Arizona?!

At least they would be close to...well, Globe/Miami is out that way.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

It's No Animal House

Sadly there is a new movie about my alma mater. I don't care that it is a ridiculously stereotypical offering. What offends me is that it stars New Kids On The Block instead of The Funky Bunch.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Water Twice Per Week

How many cell minutes per month do people use asking, "Can you hear me now?"
Why do people always talk so much louder when on their phones?
Can cell phone talkers sit outside on flights? Adding cell phone use to flights will give a whole new meaning to non-stop.

There is a move to make cell technology much less obtrusive. Everyone wants signal coverage but nobody wants the towers. From the designers of the fake Christmas tree and the fake lawn comes the giant fake _________ (insert appropriate eco-object here). Here are some pictures of their work. And they are right here in Tucson.

Robyn spotted this fake palm tree on Bell Road in Sun City. Pretty good fake considering we have driven by it countless times and never noticed. And they don't have to pick up the fronds.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Life On The Serengeti Plain

The predator waits patiently.

The prey senses danger.

The prey leaves the safety of the poop zone.

The hunter attacks.

The awkward post-ambush moment.

The hunter is left unsatiated while the prey tends to his wounds.

Apparently the hunter needs to relieve himself.

The hunter enters the poop zone.

And the cycle of life begins anew.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Saturday, October 01, 2005

Ask Bob

From the Real Estate Mailbag in today's Washington Post.

DEAR BOB: We bought a new house in April, which was under construction at the time. The builder's salesman assured us that all five adjoining houses and lots would have the same features. We closed our purchase Aug. 28. We were surprised to find that three adjoining houses got landscaping, but our house didn't. When we complained, the sales agent said the builder decided to landscape those houses. We feel cheated. Do we have any recourse? -- Donna Z.

DEAR DONNA: In real estate, everything must be in writing to be legally binding. Oral statements by the builder's salesman are unenforceable unless included in a written agreement signed by the builder's authorized representative. There is a good reason real estate agreements must be in writing to be enforceable. Without written proof, it becomes an argument over who said what. It looks as if you have no legal recourse against the builder, but consult a lawyer for more details.

DEAR BOB: About two weeks ago, we made a written offer to buy a "for sale by owner" house. The sellers had all the forms and filled them out with the price we wanted to offer, which was about $7,500 below the asking price. They said they would think about it. When I called the sellers a few days ago, they said they accepted a better purchase offer that was about $5,000 higher than our offer. Shouldn't they have given us a chance to match that second offer? -- Lance R.

DEAR LANCE: You were a victim of "offer shopping." That can easily happen when a naïve buyer such as you makes an open-end purchase offer with no expiration date. If you had been represented by a buyer's agent, that person would have suggested your offer be valid for not longer than 24 hours. A time limit puts pressure on the seller to promptly accept, reject or counteroffer. Instead, your seller obviously showed your offer to other buyers to shop for a better offer. The home seller had no obligation to ask if you wanted to match or surpass the second offer. Your situation provides a valuable lesson on how to avoid offer shopping by always specifying a short offer expiration time, such as 24 hours.

DEAR BOB: My home is listed for sale and a buyer made a good purchase offer that I accepted. Although the listing and buyer's agents told me what a superb buyer he was, he turned out to be a total flake with bad credit who couldn't get a mortgage. He paid a $10,000 earnest money deposit. After 30 days, I was entitled to cancel the sale and did so. The buyer had the nerve to demand refund of his deposit after I held my house off the market for 30 days. I refused to refund, but now I can't get that $10,000, which is being held in the broker's trust account. What do I have to do to get that $10,000? -- Evan R.

DEAR EVAN: The real estate broker holding that deposit in the broker's trust account is doing the right thing by refusing to either refund the $10,000 deposit to the defaulting buyer or give it to you until both parties agree on its disbursement. Unless you and the buyer can resolve the dispute, the broker must hold the funds. State law usually requires after a specified period, such as 12 months, if the parties cannot agree what to do with the money, it must be interpleaded into the local court. That means the judge decides who gets the $10,000. Consult a lawyer for details.

Friday, September 30, 2005


Yesterday I went to a bulk mail (you call it junk mail) training class at the main post office on Van Buren. Unlike most people, I really like the USPS. A few reasons why I like the USPS.
1. 37 cents gets a letter from LA to NY in 3 days.
2. The online postage service allows us to ship eBay merchandise without having to sign up for cumbersome FedEx or UPS accounts. USPS is perfect for small business people. And I never wait in line with all the chumps at the post office. Maybe if people actually went to the website, they wouldn't be fuming in line with their armful of boxes.
3. Free mail for the military when deployed.
4. Stamps. I used to collect them when I was a kid. My Uncle Dennis knew everything about stamps.
5. International shipping rates. Try sending something to China. For $30 USPS will get it there in 3-5 days with $100 insurance included. UPS costs $100 to ship and it will get there in 11 days.
6. This operation. ("Barney." Get it?) Amazing to see in action.
The Postal Service endures their share of criticism and stereotypes (see images above). But not from me.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Do Not Bleach

This past weekend I almost cost myself $300. I, actually Robyn, (but it was wholly due to my stupidity), washed my cell phone. Not washed like sprayed with water. Washed like spin cycle, heavy soil. Flashback: I couldn't remember where I set it. As I was calling my number to locate it, panic gripped me. I rushed over to the still warm Maytag. There, nestled at the bottom of the colorfast darks, was the soaked gadget. We went to the Verizon store to examine our options. Our options were to receive a barrage of "you should have bought insurance" from the condescending clerks. Just when I was thinking I should have sprung for their stupid insurance..."Hello Moto." The little guy started breathing. Goodbye, Clerk I-Told-You-So. After a stop at Auto Zone for some tiny tools and an hour of steady handed tinkering, my magic communicator was prepared to receive.

Apparently I have voided the warranty:

(b) contact with liquid, water, rain, extreme humidity or
heavy perspiration...are excluded from coverage.

Heavy perspiration? Where are you putting that phone?

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Don't Be A Litterbug

There are few things that I truly hate. Litter is right at the top. I hate litter. Litter seems to appear everywhere. However it is not often you actually see someone throw a can or bag out their car window. But how many times a day so you see smokers casually drop their cigarette butts onto the ground? Their ignorance amazes me. Eventually these toxic little pills (which are not biodegradable) make their way into playgrounds, birds' nests, and animals' mouths. There is some great education on the web about the litter problems that smokers are sticking to the world. Again, buttheads, please feel free to poison yourself but stop punishing the rest of us.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

My "A" List

I was flipping through the channels in a rare non-TiVo moment and I came across a religious channel that had the crazy Tammy Faye Baker interviewing a guy with whom I went to grade school. Apparently he is running a church in LA. I think I will add him to the list of famous people I know...which has just doubled.

There are high school and college reunions. How come there aren't grade school reunions? I always wanted to know what happened to all those people that used to make fun of me. Come to think of it, there are plenty of people that are still making fun of me. Why add to the crowd?

Monday, September 26, 2005

Happy Birthday!

Today is my Dad's birthday. Happy birthday, Dad! Yesterday Reed, Ryno, Dad, and I went to the Ben Avery Shooting Facility, the largest public operated shooting facility in the country, and attempted to destroy some clay targets. Ryno was the real marksman, killing more innocent clay pigeons than the rest of us combined. We had a fun time, even if my shoulder still hurts. Next year we're going on a machine gun adventure.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Saturday, September 24, 2005

All Creatures Great And Small

There is at least one pet cremation provider in Arizona and plenty of open space for the proper burial of a pet. The same is not true in NYC. At least one casualty of the booming real estate market is the lack of final resting places for the creatures with whom we share the planet. I find it offensive that people would put an animal out on the curb for the city to dispose. Show some respect.

Friday, September 23, 2005

We Come In Peace

Last night Robyn spotted something that looked like this out our front window, which faces west. I thought it might have been a partially illuminated cloud since it was about thirty minutes after sunset. As we were standing in the street staring at it for about ten minutes, some neighbors drove by and said they thought it might have been an aircraft from Luke AFB. Turns out it was not:
a. the end of the world
b. an alien invasion
c. a cloud
It was actually this. The rocket was launched from Vandenberg AFB near Santa Barbara. Very impressive. The conditions were nearly perfect for viewing this dramatic sight all over the western US.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

I Can't See Saks!

So The Donald gets the go-ahead for his Biltmore "high-rise" (only in Phoenix is 150' a high rise). I think it is funny that the city council is so concerned with the "delicate balance" of mountain views, luxury retail, and golf courses for Biltmore residents. The city council doesn't seem to be too concerned with the delicate balance of crime, homelessness, and poverty in Phoenix's real downtown. I would like to see revitalization in the real downtown instead of continually pushing commerce north and east.

There is plenty of room for peaceful co-existence between residents and developers. I applaud the move for vertical development instead of expanding our city to LA and Albuquerque.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Do Not Pass Go

Last night Robyn, Reed, and I went to the Phoenix Real Estate Club meeting. It was ok, but not as informative as the Baltimore club that Robyn and I used to attend. The Baltimore club was great because even though the speakers were selling their investing programs, they gave great one hour seminars. Here I thought too many members were allowed to commandeer the microphone and spew whatever half-baked real estate theories came into their brain. If you're reading my blog, you already get plenty of that for free! We stuck around for a little bit of the networking but left when they broke into investment role playing. If I wanted to role play, I'd bust out the Monopoly board.