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A new car!

August 31st, 2007

Okay, a new used car. We took in the Chevy Venture (we sold our Neon last year, knowing it was on its last legs…took that money and put it onto a lease for a minivan for a year). And now the Chevy Venture was due back to the dealership. Of course, when you have 75K in debt on high interest cards, people don’t want to give you car loans.

Luckily, with the house re-financing, everything worked out well (sounds easy — it wasn’t). We actually went to look at the Chevy Uplander. Another minivan. We really didn’t want a minivan, but they were CHEAPER than a car. How crazy is that? So we were filling out the forms to buy it, but it was taking forever…and so Kari went for a little stroll around the lot.

She came back into the office proudly and announced she had found our car. A 2006 Malibu Maxx. It’s NOT a station wagon. It’s a ‘stretch’ sedan with a hatchback. A big difference. What difference? Why, the name of course!

It is used. One year old, 25K kms, and the price was right (16,900) and because it was used, we saved on some tax and the freight. So another savings! And it’s large enough for all the kids, car seats, etc etc.

And it’s a V6, 214 hp sedan. Nice!

No more minivan for me. I’m a man again!

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What I’m Reading: Freakonomics

August 30th, 2007

This is a tough book to define. What is it? It’s written by an economist, but deals with subjects such as crime, drugs, sumo wrestlers, real-estate agents, the KKK…and the dust jacket describes it as” A Rogue Economist Explores The Hidden Side of Everything”. Ohhhh, a rogue economist. That’s scary.

Basically, the two authors, Stephen Dubner and Steven Levitt, try to break down mass amounts of data and try to develop conclusions. Now, in some places, I understood and thought the conclusions were pretty natural.

The first instance was a daycare. When they decided to fine late parents $3, they found the instances of tardiness actually rose. Because parents viewed $3 as inexpensive…but by paying a fine they alleviated their guilt at inconveniencing others.

Other cases, they go from A to B to G. How they got to G doesn’t make sense. Because really, all they are doing is trying to dissect data. They actually aren’t experts in their fields (though it seems they did a ton of research). An example is a community snack box. You know, the ones where you pay by the honour system. Take a snack, pay some money. In this case, they were bagels.

In the bagel case study, the data showed that smaller companies had a higher payment rate than big companies. The authors concluded it was because smaller companies mirror rural areas (where social pressures keep people honest), and the big companies mirrored urban centres.

I disagree with the conclusion. It has nothing to do with social pressures…but rather the ability of the individual to put aside personal responsibilities when in a crowd. In a crowd, we become anonymous — a theft of a bagel is impossible to track. A theft of a bagel in an office of three is pretty obvious.

They do have some interesting theories — but again, these guys are merely drawing interesting conclusions from data. Are they right? Maybe, maybe not. There is no true way to tell.

Another example: Real Estate agents typically sell their house for $10,000 more than their client’s houses. What does that say? That they KNOW they are undervaluing their clients houses? Perhaps (that’s the authors conclusions) or is it that Real Estate Agents know what people value…and thus, can directly influence the sale by applying those values (whereas their clients, perhaps, might not want to renovate a bathroom).

Of course, I do think Real Estate agents are crooks…but that’s just an example of where there is no way to tell — it is just data.

Still, Freakonomics is an entertaining read…the kind of book that you can sit down and read in a night (took me about 2-3 hours).

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What I’m Reading: Wizards First Rule

August 29th, 2007

Imagine writing your first book, sending it away to a big time agent, getting a response back that this book is going to shake the foundations of the literary world, then having a bidding war on your first novel where you get 6 figures.

Now imagine the book is absolute crap.

That’s Wizard’s First Rule by Terry Goodkind, where the dialogue makes me cringe, where the plot is pretty standard, where the bad guys are so ridiculously evil…and imagine it’s 800 pages long.

Now, I say it’s crap, but this guy is a best seller. I’ve tried liking it. I really have. My Mom absolutely loves this guy. She thinks it’s so thrilling that she can’t put it down. I think it’s terrible. Like awful. There isn’t one semi-original idea anywhere to be found.

But that’s the problem. This book scares me. Not because of the writing (hell no, this book couldn’t elicit any type of response other than disgust) but because he is so successful…and I hate it so much. But if he’s successful, what is he doing that I cannot?

I guess I shouldn’t be too worried. Britney Spears, Nickelback, and a host of terrible bands are also commercially successful…but that doesn’t mean they’re any good. They still suck.

Now people who know me think I’m too critical. Perhaps. But isn’t anyone that has a passion for something? Music? Art? Sports? Turn down their noses at what is considered popular, but perhaps not very original.

I’m turning down my nose at this one.

No, forget it. I’m pissing on it. Then I’m going to shred it, and then I’m going to put the confetti in my composter.

And I’m going to sleep better at night, knowing that I have rid the world of a very bad book (okay, this copy belongs to the library…so I’ll own them $10 — damn you, Terry Goodkind! Damn you to hell!)

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We’re not going bankrupt

August 29th, 2007

Though I haven’t been posting much, there’s actually a lot that’s been happening — just not finalized. The biggest thing, as the title suggests, Kari and I aren’t going bankrupt. That’s a good thing.

By getting away from our gameplan (renovating houses that we could live in in case we can’t sell them right away) we’ve been saddled with a big house and an even bigger debt. Okay, let me rephrase that. CRIPPLING debt.

Firstline refinanced us — amortized over 85 years or something ridiculous. It gives us the cash we need to pay off high interest (or interest free loans that are expiring) and pay a more reasonable interest rate (prime -0.85%).

In fact, I have in my hands, a cheque for $70,000. By the time you see me (or talk to me, or whatever) I will have approximately zero dollars in my hands. And we’ll still be operating on a monthly deficit (small, but still a deficit) but it’ll give us a lot more room to sell the house.

Then, when we finally sell the house, we’ll be able to transfer that equity somewhere else…

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Crap

August 22nd, 2007

Got a form letter from Daw today. Yup, a form letter. A rejection for Curse of the Black Swan. With all that I’ve been reading, I’ve now realized, more than anything, that it’s simply a crap shoot (but not the fantastic odds like Las Vegas where EVERYONE goes home a winner).

Basically, you’ve got to know someone, to get that foot in the door, and when you do — strike. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. That I can minimize the reasons for them giving me the heave-ho, but that’s about all I can do. I can start trying to build credentials (but when magazines are holding onto my stories for FIVE MONTHS) it’s hard to even do that.

Sadly, there comes a point when it’s all about luck.

Think of Hollywood, where it’s even tougher to break in. Think of your favourite popular show. All the actors are suddenly considered bankable when before, they too were struggling. Why? Because they’re on a hit show and have themselves, become a brand. Sylar as Spock. The actors from Lost (all had been bit part-ers, but now are quickly becoming stars). I see actors from Heroes showing up in movies now.

Are they any funnier, cuter, better actors than 1000 other actors who are just looking for their break? Nope. And I guess that’s what’s both uplifting, and depressing. Depressing because what if the break never comes? Uplifting at the same time, because I just have to wait/create my own break.

Then again, I could be a hockey player where you get 1-3 chances TOPS to break in. Then you’re done. That would be a tough life.

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