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Netscape? Really?

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I clicked on the URL. It forwards to a Web page for Swift Financial and Swift Capital of Wilmington, DE. (I clicked on the link on a computer running Linux – a relatively safe move.)

Ha, ha. Nice try.

This isn’t as good as the emails from a London solicitor claiming an uncle I’ve never heard of left me $50 million. A cousin actually told me I should respond “just in case”.

” . . . a guy in his underwear . . . “

Quote of the century on the financial markets:

“If a guy in his underwear can manipulate markets, anybody can.” — Mark Cuban, American businessman (he owns a professional basketball team among other things), talking about the Tuesday arrest of London financial trader Navinder Singh Sarao.

Regulators accuse Sarao of taking part in the 2010 “Flash Crash” which saw U.S. financial markets fall almost about 6 percent in less than five minutes – a huge drop from which markets mostly recovered by day’s end. Sarao does not want to be extradited to the United States for criminal proceedings (surprise, surprise).

Financial cops accuse Sarao of making $40 million for his part in the swindle.

It’s a classic tale of incompetent regulators, greedy investors, international financial institutions already accused of numerous illegal activities, computerized trading and the “what me worry?” attitude of politicians, the wealthy and (let’s face it) voters who allow this to happen.

Sarao’s arrest is the beginning. He will make a sweetheart deal before squealing on his co-conspirators (criminals always fink on each other – no honor among thieves). Politicians and other “leaders” will holler and moan. Maybe – finally – someone will go to jail.

Then everyone will forget about it. And it will happen again. And again.

[To read a story about Sarao and the charges against him go to and enter the headline “U.K. ‘Flash Crash’ Trader Navinder Sarao Fighting Extradition to U.S. Granted Bail” (without the quotes). Click on the top link in the subsequent search – you can read the entire story in today’s Wall Street Journal.]

THE OWL LADY ASKS: Please help a worthy cause helping girls overcome their individual struggles


I’m about to watch The Punk Singer about riot grrrl Kathleen Hanna. So this got my attention.

Originally posted on theowlladyblog:

I just launched this INCREDIBLE music project called The Just, Girl. Project. It’s a movement devoted to empowering girls to embrace their passions, be blatantly honest, and to take ownership of their individual struggles, and it features my cousin Ilana’s music! Ilana is overcoming an eating disorder and her bravery inspired me to help launch this project. I believe in it with all my heart and soul and really hope you will too!

Right now we’re in the crowd-funding phase so she can launch our movement and continue to inspire girls through music and mentorship. PLEASE check out the campaign and donate if you can. Every $ counts! Whatever you guys can do to help us, we would be SO grateful!

Thanks so much for your time!

PS. We also run a branding company so if you want to donate we can also offer you our services in exchange…

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All The World Is Birthday Cake

It’s not a birthday or anniversary. Just one of my favourite George Harrison songs. And the long version, at that. 

It’s All Too Much


  Lyrics (more or less)

It’s all too much
It’s all too much

When I look into your eyes, your love is there for me
And the more I go inside, the more there is to see

It’s all too much for me to take
The love that’s shining all around you
Everywhere, it’s what you make
For us to take, it’s all too much

Floating down the stream of time from life to life with me
Makes no difference where you are or where you’d like to be

It’s all too much for me to take
The love that’s shining all around here
All the world is birthday cake
So take a piece but not too much

Sail me on a silver sun, where I know that I’m free
Show me that I’m everywhere, and get me home for tea

It’s all to much for me to see
The love that’s shining all around here
The more I learn, the less I know
But what I do is all too much

It’s all too much for me to take
The love that’s shining all around you
Everywhere, it’s what you make
For us to take, it’s all too much

It’s too much
Ah, it’s too much

With your long blond hair and your eyes of blue
With your long blond hair and your eyes of blue

You’re too much, ah
We all get too much

Too much, too much, too much
Too much a, too much a, too much a
Too much a, too much a, too much a
Too much a, too much a, too much a
Too much a, too much a, too much a
Too much a, too much a, too much a
Too much a, too much a, too much a
Too much a, too much a, too much a
Too much a

Much, much, much, much, much
Much, much, much, much, much
Much, much, much, much, much
Much, much, much, much, much
Much, much, much, much, much

Electromagnetic Pulse Attacks, Worthless Money, Slurpee Looting And A Map Of Cuba . . .

Once upon a time, . . . on a planet far, far, far away was place called Florida.


A former paradise, the state devolved into the freaky. The weird. Headed to hell in the proverbial hand basket.

And, look! The Tampa Bay Times on April 11, 2015, printed this gem in the section generally reserved for automobile advertisements and (sane) questions about cars.

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I recommend the rickshaw. As everyone knows, in a post-apocalypse world, many people will want other people to pull them around in two-wheeled contraptions once known to clog streets in Shanghai and Kolkata.

And, just for the record, lawlessness and anarchy hit Florida some time back.

Black & White

I missed a lot last year for various reasons. One thing was the 60th anniversary of the U.S. Supreme Court’s Brown vs. The Board of Education of Topeka, Kansas which – supposedly – outlawed “separate but equal” schools in the United States – schools separate but never equal.

In other words – the decision by an all-white U.S. Supreme Court outlawed discrimination in public eduction.

What I really wanted to mention, however, was the song Black & White, a #1 hit for Three Dog Night in 1972 on the American charts.
Earl Robinson and David Arkin (father of Alan Arkin) wrote the song in 1954 about the Supreme Court decision which outlawed separate schools for black and whites. Robinson, a songwriter and performer from Seattle, also wrote Joe Hill.

Pete Seeger released the first recording in 1956, followed by Sammy Davis Jr. (!) in 1957.
Today the song seems sweetly naive. Especially given the national upheaval caused by police officers shooting unarmed black men.
I saw Robinson perform the song in the mid 1970s – a college professor teaching a class about the history of social and political movements in America brought Robinson in to sing songs, talk about being blacklisted by Hollywood – the rich-and-famous ready to fink on their “friends” the moment someone threatens their ridiculous careers and “status”. Anyway, Robinson (who died in 1991) and MY PROFESSOR sang this song in class – if you can imagine. :-) 

Original lyrics included the lines:

Their robes were black, Their heads were white,
The schoolhouse doors were closed so tight,
Nine judges all set down their names,
To end the years and years of shame.

Three Dog Night (and some other subsequent recordings) omitted these lines.
Folkways released a recording by Robinson in 1957 which included the lines. 

[Aside: In the image above – before the Youtube video starts – is a scene from the famed arch in Washington Square Park. In the 1960s, folk singers – including Robinson, Dave van Ronk and others – played here. Before that, the Beat Generation – including Allen Ginsberg – helped revive the park with free poetry readings. The park is near Greenwich Village and the Washington Square Hotel – home at times to Bob Dylan, Dylan Thomas, Joan Baez. Today New York University (NYU) owns many area buildings.] 

And for the supposedly liberal Hollywood establishment – I think the song Love Me, I’m A Liberal by American folk singer Phil Ochs sums it up:

Ochs, a topical and folk song writer, killed himself in 1976 amid alcohol, mental health and other problems.

Born in El Paso, Texas, Dec. 19, 1940 he died in Far Rockaway (Queens), New York City, New York.

Another Texas musician.

Punctuation Kills!

A T shirt seen yesterday with art of a couple kids. The T shirt says:

“Let’s eat kids!”

“Let’s eat, kids!”

Punctuation Kills!

Had my ride not just arrived I might have tried for a photo of the shirt . . . alas.

[EDIT: Something such as this]