Helen and Margarets Blog

I have heard a lot lately about Helen and Margarets Blog so I paid them a visit, here is what I found. First, about the superstar Helen. She is wonderfully colorful and highly opinioned and fun to read. She has a good style and a biting sense of humor “bless your heart.” She operates on the “common sense” ticket but leans strongly to the left. She has the wisdom and courage of the years she has lived. She is kinda like a Jonathan Winters character with a computer. She attracts many bloggers from a wide global audience. It is my impression that her audience is heavily female. I confess I haven’t read back very far in her writings so my impressions are not substantially documented.

The blogging audience is interesting. I found some bloggers who can actually engage in civil discussions without resorting to name calling and dismissive rants. One actually echoed some of my own thoughts which are that the MSM should pick up more on blogging as it allows for the spread of information (and misinformation) without the filters of a reporters bias. There are very few unbiased reporters that I can find. I did find one attempt though in today’s Yahoo Buzz that attempts to take the spin off of last nights infomercial and I include it now.


But back to Helen. Her blog header shows a pic of 2 senior ladies riding on their mobile devices on what appears to be a ship deck. And she says she is 80 something years old. The one missing ingredient in any blog is that we seldom know for sure who is at the other end. Just because someone posts a pic does mean they are the one actually typing the words. I believe her to be exactly who she says she is but I don’t positively absolutely know for sure. So if anybody out there knows her personally it would be nice to know for sure that we are all not being duped.


The Promised Land

Well it’s a chain saw kind of day today, I have the need for speed or to tear someone’s or something’s ass up. Can’t think anymore “bout birthin no babies.” So as I oiled up the saw which was adjacent to the bicycle my thoughts gravitated to more enjoyable activity and plans changed instantly. I pumped up the tires, donned my bike clothes and rounded up my 10 pound cloudy white Maltese. I have a basket that clips to the front of the handle bars which he will sit in and watch for adventure as we roll along. He loves to accompany me on the trail almost as much as I like to take him. “Almost” because I know just a little more than he does about chicks. Now he knows what they are but doesn’t understand the term chick magnet he is just happy to attract attention. It is warm out today.

So I put my Sony ear speakers on and off we go to the Promised Land.

“Left my home in Norfolk Virginia, California on my mind”

Our trail is really cool! It is 10 miles of paved and well maintained asphalt that winds through canopied woods and over streams with suspension bridges and many water stops and benches. It has mostly well behaved users who fit the usual profiles, i e bikers joggers walkers and roller bladers. It also has a horse trail in several places. I have in the past seen gators, foxes, rabbits hawks and one coyote. Did I mention that it is warm out?

“Straddled that Greyhound, rode him past Raleigh,
On across Caroline.”

We reached the halfway point and took a refreshment break and began the return trip back. Being outside and enjoying the physical aspect of bicycling (or roller blading or whatever) coupled with the proximity to nature is very stimulating/visceral. That coupled with my mp3 downloads always have me at the top of my game. As we rounded a heavily wooded area and emerged into a sunlit straightaway I see two of natures finest creations approaching, Bo Derek and Cindy Crawford.  And they are more (or less) than suitably dressed for the warm weather. Now having my cute little fluffy white chick magnet is kind of like shooting over a baited field (as we ole southern boys say.) Both dog and rider are alert now for the game. In this fantasy I will stop for a few pets and maybe even some tricks and then invite them over for a pool party to share more tricks. I am in the moment, now ready to make my approach and then it happened. My IPOD fell to the pavement. So I come to a stop midway between where it lays and the two chicks.

“We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle,
Half way ‘cross Alabam,
And that ‘hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham.”

So there I was, now slightly off game standing there trying to decide exactly how not to loose the serve when I see the ranger coming behind me in his 4 wheel cart. He can’t see the IPOD (for several reasons) and he is headed straight for it. Now I have several hundred of my favorites on that puppy and am not about to loose them so the course is now clear. I leave the dog and bike parked and walk back to retrieve my IPOD. When I pick it up Bo and Cindy are ohing and ahing over the dog that is licking every thing he can reach. It occurs to me that the term lucky dog has new relevance.  The ranger breezes by me without so much as a htfru? and proceeds directly to the damsels and offers them some of his cold cold water from the tank he is carrying to the next station. He then offers them a ride to said station and as they enter his cart in a flash of skin and body parts they wave over their shoulders to me “cute dog” they say as he cranks up the motor and spins away.

“Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town.
There’s people there who care a little ’bout me
And they won’t let the poor boy down.”

I get back on the bike and adjust the headphones as the dog barks his affection to the departing babes. They look back and giggle and they are gone in the distance. Oh well it has still been a good ride. Just then the most famous riff in rock and roll cranks through my ears and I am in beat with Chuck and happy to be alive.

“Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone;
Cut your engines, cool your wings,
And let me make it to the telephone.

Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia,
Tidewater four ten O nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin’
And the poor boy’s on the line. ”

The Subprime Story

It is entirly appropriate that this becomes my first ledgible blog with my gang of 4. There may be more or less than 4 but it will live in my memory as the gang of 4. Anarchist,  fakename, joker (aka eehard) and myself ptfan1. I don’t really understand why I have been invited but I am here now (I think). I would just like to tell you that while I often give direction I am just as often accused of not following directions. And I am an ENTJ in the Meyers Briggs profile, most of my personality can be understood by a constant google of that profile. It is who I am. I find I get too serious about somethings I am passionate about and sometimes overlook the same passion in others.



Here then is a funny but fairly accurate version of what happened so far in the world of finance.