Stevieslaw: Surveying the Landscape

Cousin Myron, the fiery red-headed math whizz, was fuming.
“It’s blackmail,” he sputtered. “You don’t want to get your doctor, lawyer or baby-sitter in trouble, so you fill out their stupid survey.” “And that, of course, proves to everyone that the surveys are essential—after all people are filling them in—and the number of surveys grows exponentially.” “Mark my words,” he said graphically, “Americans will soon be spending more time filling in surveys than they do sleeping.”
While it might have been better for his bank account—bail was extraordinarily high—if Myron had not found a way to have all of the major survey companies’ computers frantically filling in their own surveys, we have to admit that Myron has a point. Just last night, I found myself filling in a survey for my dentist, two for my doctor (one, to assess why I had not filled out an earlier survey), and one on the quality of my mom’s funeral home. “I’m falling behind,” I thought with a yawn. It seems like every day I can count on two or three surveys on my phone or laptop.
Along those lines and strictly for our information at Stevieslaw:
1. How many surveys are you offered a week?
(a) 2___
2. On a scale of 1 to 112, with 1 being never and 112 being always, how often do you fill them in? ____
3. Using the scale of question 2, with 1 being “in seconds” and 112 being “more than a day,” how much time does it take you to fill the average survey in? ____
4. Using a new scale, with 1 being frivolously and 77* being until my head hurts, how seriously do you take the survey’s questions?____
5. On a simple scale of 1 to 5, with 1 being always and 5 being never, how often do you confuse the 1 and the 5, mess up the entire survey and refuse to go back to it? ____
6. If your answer to question 5 is in the range of 1-5, please go back to question 1.

Thank you. To compare your answers to the better answers offered by others, go to ididasurvey.com and enter the code M45698IeLLL-000erg/eh?. Remember that this code is CASE SENSITIVE and is probably typed imperfectly here.

Have a productive night.

*try to avoid prime number answers, as they are more likely to screw up the statistics.

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Stevieslaw: Legalizing Catnip

Stevieslaw: Legalizing Catnip
I have never known Smokey Diamond to be slow on the uptake. In fact, she usually has an uncanny ability to “sniff out” what is important to her in every word or action. “Quick as a cat,” I often say.
So, it was a little frustrating to me when I couldn’t quite make her understand the importance of the push by Uruguay’s President, Jose Mujica, to not only legalize marijuana but to sell it. Mujica was quoted as saying that “while drug addiction is a medical problem, drug trafficking is an unwinnable police problem.” Uruguay would be the first nation to sell marijuana directly.
I was finally able to get Smokey’s attention by telling her that it was reported as news by our local newspaper, the CDT. “News, “she responded “In the CDT.” “Was Sandusky in Uruguay” she asked?
“Listen,” Smokey said, “What is the difference if you buy weed from the government or from the kid on the corner. It’s not like it’s illegal here or anything dumb like that.”
It took me some time to convince Smokey that in spite of the fact that all but nine people in the United States over the age of 10 have tried pot, it is illegal to smoke it here.
Smokey was stricken. I could see fear in her usually fearless eyes.
“What about catnip,” she hissed?

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Voices Column for July/August:Say You’re One of Them: The Less-Intelligent-than-Average American Guide to Being Corporate

Say You’re One of Them: The Less-Intelligent-than-Average American Guide to Being Corporate.

Statistics show that the average American spends roughly 62 hours a week on help lines attempting to clear up corporate misconceptions. About 1 in 600,000 calls succeed. Statistics aside, my cousin Marvin had a rough week. Have you met Marvin? He is shaped liked a fire hydrant, with much the same range of motion and grace. But he is kind, slow to anger and uncomfortably honest.

Marvin’s 87 year old mother-in-law hired a Van line to move her belongings here from Florida. She was told the truck would arrive in three to four days and wisely planned for 10. It’s been two weeks and, sadly, no one seems to know where her truck is. In the interim, she is living with Marvin and his wife, has run out of meds, and practices the flugelhorn for 6 hours a day. If you navigate the Van line’s phone system, you eventually meet a charming young person, Marcie, who promises to call you back. She doesn’t. Occasionally though, Marcie will offer words of wisdom, like why didn’t you bring more stuff with you on the airplane. America! Where the moving companies advise you that bringing luggage on a USAIR flight—going through Philadelphia International Airport—is the best way to guarantee your stuff will arrive. Right now, we are waiting for a call from Marcie. She apparently sits out on the median divider of Route 95, just north of Richmond, and watches the trucks go by. She’ll call when she spots ours.

Marvin’s health insurance company pays a recovery firm to find out if anyone can be held liable for his health care expenses. They asked Marvin to call, so they could gather additional information about his recent back surgery. He called and had a laugh with a nice young woman named Marcie about their mistake. Marvin didn’t have back surgery, he had cataract surgery. Marcie promised to change his records. She didn’t. Yesterday, Marvin got a strongly worded letter accusing him of not responding to their request. They smell fraud and are coming down on him like a load of bricks. His lawyer feels that only by having the back surgery will Marvin’s life ever be bearable again.

When Marvin’s mother died this February, he kept their joint account open for a few months, as he is a good citizen and very naive. Since there are no bank branches near State College, he left with a phone number to call to cancel the account. He checked in April to verify all the automatic payments had been stopped and called to close the account in May. Stay with us here, it’s complicated. Their phone rep, Marcie, told him he couldn’t cancel an account with a balance ($40.12) over the phone. Simple enough—he sent a letter asking to close the account. When Marcie didn’t respond in ten days, he called and was told that the letter must be notarized. Cleverly, he took $40.12 out of the account to get to a zero balance. Game over! Unfortunately, that was the very day the power company made an unauthorized automated transfer from the account. Counting the fee, he was overdrawn $70.37. So Marvin sent a notarized letter and a certified check for $70.37, only to be told he actually owed $68.37. And with a balance of $2, they couldn’t close the account. Marvin raced to the bank to cash a check for $2, but unfortunately, the account didn’t have an adequate balance for May. That fee was $20 and the account balance is currently -$18.00. Marcie tells him that real bank officers might be able to help, but they are all in Monaco playing Texas-hold-em with pension funds.

With no way out, Marvin did what any rational person would do. He called the insurance recovery firm and told them that he had ruined his back dodging a brakeless Allied Van Line truck, tripped over an unmarked bicycle rack outside a Wells Fargo Bank, and went head first through their plate glass window. “Let them work it out,” he told me with an evil grin.

Why suffer as a person any longer? The Supreme Court has declared that, for all practical purposes, corporations are people. And that is the reason, we at Stevieslaw are proud to publish “Say You’re One of Them: The LAGuide to becoming a Corporation. In the guide, you will not only be taken through the process of becoming a Corporation, but you will also learn of the remarkable benefits you can receive as a corpperson. For example, imagine your fun when you start your own automated phone system, using the voice of the toddler next door with the adorable speech defect and that of your neighbor down the street who only speaks Swahili. You will get to answer informative letters with automated responses asking for the very information you have just received and to offer free gifts for an expensive membership in a trial program that can be cancelled at any time with only a notarized letter from the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. Picture yourself joyfully sending automated phone messages to random numbers to tell strangers that their passwords have expired and they must call mumble, mumble, mumble, immediately to preserve their credit rating. With practice, you can be as inept and annoying as Verizon.

Become part of the problem. It’s all in this month’s guide! And if it isn’t, just call 833-456-305 and ask for Marcie. If she can’t help you, no one can.

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Stevieslaw: My Voices Article for June

Miracle Grow: The Less-intelligent-than-average American Guide to Cultivating a Green Thumb.

This weekend Myron’s two terrific teenagers moved into our basement. You probably remember my cousin Myron—the fiery red-headed math whiz and America’s chief skeptic. Sometime last spring, Myron read an article in the local paper about the health benefits of gardening. You know the kind of article I’m talking about. It has a catchy title like “twitch your way to an ideal weight,” and propagates pseudo-science and hearsay. Amazingly, after a year of considering the article, Myron fell and fell hard. Last Friday, he came home with a push-me-boy lawn mower and a turn-turn-turn Rototiller twice the size of my Volvo wagon. He tried the push-me-boy once on his quarter acre of lawn and promptly threw out his back. The tiller is still in the box. His teenagers carefully considered the lawn, the mower and the bad back and fled to greener pastures. Myron will not be deterred. Today, when I came over to negotiate for his children, who are eating us out of house and home, he was planting geraniums in what seemed like hundreds of clay pots. His eyes were geranium red, his nose was running and he was sneezing and hacking. If he lives, I’m sure his garden will be lovely.

Like Myron, you too can have a beautiful garden. That is the reason, we at Stevieslaw are proud to publish “Miracle Grow: The LAG to Cultivating a Green Thumb.” In the guide, you will learn that:

1. Creating a garden is not about beauty, health or even healthy eating. It is about bragging rights.

2. Ordering catalogues from all over the planet is essential. If nothing else it will earn you a “thank you note” from the post office (allow 3 months for delivery). We will teach you to discard all but the exotic catalogues—remember that while growing beets is easy, growing Algerian yellow beets will make you the envy of your neighborhood.

3. Ignoring the “planting zone” charts is the key to an interesting garden. Remember that even fragile tropical plants can survive a summer (August 8th through 10th) in Minnesota. Dig the dead ones out and replant next year!

4. Having the finest equipment in a must. You are not a serious gardener if you’re not forced to build a second garage to house your “lawn tractor, tiller, and trowels, hoes and shovels. Get your gardening gear—hat, gloves and shoes from L.L. Bean to wear when your neighbors come by—wear rags when you actually garden.

5. Mulching is the key to a happy garden. Order at least 19 cubic feet of pine bark mulch. Have someone bring in several truck loads and dump it on your driveway. That way, you can spend the next 11 years spreading damp, heavy, and robust, decaying organic matter with a wheel barrow, while your car ages in your garage. Best of all, while you are moving it, your mulch will provide a fine habitat for rodents and their predators—snakes.

6. Buying organic fertilizer, herbicide and pesticide is best. Unfortunately, they don’t work. Leave empty bags of the organics out for people to see, and to compliment you on, but buy the heavy duty stuff. Fertilizer must have “miracle” in its label, while you must search for the herbicide and pesticide that have at least six skull and crossbones on the package.

7. Gardening in the moonlight will earn you bragging rights, while allowing you to spread the poisons you spent the day buying. Speak bashfully about your Shoshone blood, while lamenting the loss of bees, birds and small children by people who garden “with poison”.

8. Leaving even an inch of ground unplanted is a sin. Sure the plants will grow together to form an impenetrable green jungle. Isn’t that the point?

9. Being allergic or lazy is no longer a problem. We will show you how you can contract with General Atomics for remote “gardening drones.” And, if your neighbor’s garden starts to look too good, GA will provide you with a “napalm” drone for only slightly more.

10. Being first with the biggest, sweetest, and most perfect looking fruits, vegetables and flowers is every gardener’s goal. We will teach you how to contract with local CSAs, who can provide you with the best products. Use the new “prizepinups,” available at Lowes or Home Depot to attach the spectacular flowers, fruits and vegetables to your withering vines.

11. Singing the best in gardening songs, while sitting out with pizza and beer and listening to tent caterpillars devour the four thousand dollars of flowers you planted that very morning, is as American as apple pie. And a one and a two…”inch by inch and row by row…*

12. Finally, plowing it all under and installing Astroturf is a snap with the list of approved contractors we provide you with.

Join the healthful, gardening revolution with your copy of “Miracle Grow.” Buy it to read it, or shred it and use it for mulch.

*Garden Song by David Mallett (check out the anti-garden lyrics too).

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Stevieslaw: Betting with Bennie

Stevieslaw: Betting with Benny
At Stevieslaw, we were surprised today to get a call from Jamie Dimon, CEO of JPMorgan Chase. They are trying to replace Ina Drew in their major investments department and Bennie Williams, aka Bennie the Book’s name came up. When I was growing up in the Brownsville-East New York section of Brooklyn (“a great place to be from,” crows the local paper) Bennie made a modest living running the craps game in the local schoolyard. He would also take your bets on the ponies or on the major sports.
“An excellent choice,” I told Jamie, “he has my wholehearted recommendation.” “After all,” I told him, “With Bennie you always knew what you were getting—be it the Knicks and 4 or Our Twig in the 4th at Roosevelt.” “Compare that with derivatives, J (his little known nickname),” I continued. “Even the financial editor of the New York Times doesn’t understand your recent investments in derivatives.” “He can only describe them, again and again, as a complex financial transaction.”
Unfortunately, I couldn’t help Jamie track down my old friend. We lost touch in 1967, when he got shipped to Vietnam and I went off, with guilt and gratitude, to graduate school. It was a time when even poor kids with great math and science skills could catch a break in this country. Who would have ever suspected that we would someday need Bennie as well?

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Stevieslaw: The Long, Hard Road to Kindergarten

Stevieslaw: The long, hard road to kindergarten
Smokey Diamond was in NYC today to talk to Ms. Simone Smarm, headmistress of the prenatal prep school, Ivybound. Prenatal prep schools have been springing up in most major American cities. All of them offer music, art and academic exposure for a fetus over its nine month term, and while the more expensive of them might offer a live Symphony Orchestra, author readings, and trips to the international space station once or twice a week, they all offer the promise of admission to the best of the preschools for your soon-to-be-a-person.
“Getting your child into the best possible pre-school has been, since the early days of this century, the holy grail for their future,” said Simone. “How best to do this has been a continuing challenge for parent-mentors, who fear money, power, and influence will not be enough.” “We, at the prenatal preps, argue that your child’s future can be ruined even before he or she is born.” “We offer your newborn a resume, or rather an extensive list of his or her academic, social and artistic achievements, at birth.” “That’s priceless,” she remarked.
Ms. Smarm went on to tell Smokey that the best chance of getting your not-yet-an-infant into a good prenatal prep school was with the help of a prenatal agent. “Be prepared for a battle,” she warned. “Not-yet-parents are hyper-concerned about the future of their not-yet-borns and will fight tooth and nail for a place in a prenatal.”
Costs range from 8 to 21 thousand a month, with international and space travel extra. When Smokey noted that the pre-kindergarten cost for one child could well be several hundred thousand dollars, Simone was quick to point out that student loans are available.
We are also happy to report that Simone has agreed to an additional interview on pre-fertilization, “soon to be-an-embryo,” prep schools. “It’s just over the horizon,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

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Stevieslaw: My Voices Column for May—the LAG to Self-help

“I’m Okay Who Cares About You,” The LAG GUIDE TO Self-Help.

We were at my Cousin Myron’s house for a barbecue this Sunday. Myron, as you may recall, is the fiery red-haired, math whiz who’d made a fortune betting on the ponies. He gives back every year by doing taxes for anyone who asks and looks forward to his inevitable visits to the IRS for audits, as he has memorized the entire tax code. I’ve seen him in action at the IRS. It’s a thing of wonder.

We were all enjoying the good food and the amazing weather, when Myron’s fourteen year old son, Eric, walked out on the porch to say, Winter is coming.” That got our attention. Of course, the line is from George Martin’s wonderful saga— A Song of Fire and Ice, though perhaps Eric heard it on the HBO adaption of the first book—Game of Thrones. Although we all got a good laugh out of that, I realized as I was driving home that for many Americans, Winter is coming. It seems unlikely that Eric’s generation will live as well as his father’s generation did, and most prominent economists predict that Eric’s children will be functionally illiterate and work as serfs on the Romney plantations. Winter is coming for many of us, and while in the past we might have banded together to sing camp songs and share the little we had, today we must add the fact that Americans no longer like one another. We don’t want to pay for road construction, public education, or health care benefits because other citizens might need and use them—yecch. The latest surveys suggest that eighty-seven percent of us are broke, armed to the teeth, practicing the expression—“You talking to me,” and arguing about who is the true conservative.

Fortunately, when faced with hard times, Americans will resourcefully turn, as they always have, to that last great bastion of strength—“self help” through “pop psychology.” Here at Stevieslaw, we are not above getting in on the action. We are proud to publish, “I’m okay, who cares about you,” the Less-intelligent-than-average-American Guide to helping yourself first. In the guide, we will carefully take you through the extensive world of “self help” help. You will learn that:

1. If your ship is sinking and your cry for help sounds just like the rumbling of your empty stomach, it’s best to adopt the valued teachings of very odd religions; what better anchor for a sinking ship than the esoteric meanderings of prophets and hermits, renowned for their coma-like existence, who live in exotic regions where the average life-span is 12 years.

2. If your every choice seems to be between Scylla and Charybdis, you must learn to trust your Horoscope. In the guide we will teach you techniques to enhance your Horoscopic experience. Did you know for example, that you can legally change your birth date—yearly, monthly or daily— to take better advantage of the wisdom of the ages? And in a LAG exclusive, we will provide you with an extensive appendix to the fascinating world of “cookforty,”—a life improvement strategy based on the advice given in fortune cookies.

3. If you had hoped to escape the “Winter” with a joyous, rewarding relationship, though even your dog is not keen on you, you must open your heart to the words of wisdom offered up by a gaggle of TV geese nearly 24 hours a day. Listen deeply to this group of men and women so astute at bonding that each has been divorced at least 16 times.

4. If you have both a terrible ailment and the kind of health insurance our congressmen would carry in the anti-universe, you must accept the advice of the TV men in white; a group of “almost doctors” arrayed in outfits so white that they must spend all of their non-air time in tubs of bleach. Learn how supplements from a secret formula combining belly button and dryer lint with the most abundant garden herb (grass) can cure all of your health problems instantly (or some of your money back).

5. If you are down to your last eleven cents—fear not, you need only buy into the many life changing, money making, tapes and CDs. All of the best of the 3 AM TV advertising specials will be laid out at your finger tips. Buy and sell things you have no knowledge of for “no money down.” Just “stop, watch and listen” and the money will come rolling in! Promise! LAG will even loan you the money to pay for the courses through our special credit program (only in states where usury laws do not apply).

6. If you are a little lacking in self-esteem you must join the vibrant world of the self-help seminar. We identify the best of the best of the seminars. Become a winner by repeating “I’m a winner” at the top of your lungs, until you pass out from oxygen deprivation!

7. Finally, if your education has left you without the ability to count to five, you can learn from the wisdom of the ages by joining the LAG self-help book club. Choose from the classics like “How to Win Friends and Influence People,” to the hot, new titles like “UFO’s: A user’s manual” and have them delivered to your door, once a month, forever.

Remember to buy your LAG now, for Winter is coming!

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Stevieslaw: The Rich Give Back

The NYTimes reported today in its magazine on the publication by Edward Conard of Bain Capital(former home of Mitt Romney) of “Unintended Consequences: Why Everything You’ve Been Told About the Economy Is Wrong,” to be published in hardcover next month … Continue reading →

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Stevieslaw: Both Sides Now

Justin Gillis reports in the New York Times this morning that climate change dissenters have latched on to the work of Richard S. Lindzen, a Meterology Professor at MIT. Dr. Lindzen’s research supports the theory that the change in cloud formation, as a result of CO2 accumulation in the atmosphere, will act to reduce the temperature of the earth—a counterbalancing affect. While nearly all climate scientists disagree with Dr. Lindzen’s assessment—forcing him to publish his most recent work in an obscure Korean journal, it is clear that our general lack of understand about the role of clouds in the atmosphere is a major impediment to climate predictions.

It was, in fact, that great unrecognized climate specialist, Joni Mitchell, who said it best, way back in 1969, as:

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds * that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now

From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all

Perhaps we could all link hands and sing “Both Sides Now,” as the glaciers melt, the waters rise and much of the planet goes under.

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Stevieslaw: Your Cheney Heart…*

Stevieslaw: Your Cheney heart…*
Barely a month and a half after receiving a heart transplant, Dick Cheney was on the stage at the Wyoming Republican Party state convention on Saturday for what some might term his “state of the union” speech. In it he described President Obama as a fair and thoughtful man who is trying to do his best for the country in the face a host of difficult problems and pressures. He warned about the potential for war in Iran or Syria and the need for reasoned and open discussion before committing our nation to war ever again.
Cheney went on to argue that subsidies to oil companies should end immediately and warned about “rushing into” the Keystone pipeline project before serious environmental concerns were thoroughly addressed. Finally, he took President Obama to task for his failure to push for a more extensive health care law—using, for example, the Medicare model—for all Americans. Cheney cited his own health problems, stating at one point, “Americans with heart problems or other physical or mental ailments should not have to worry about how their treatment will be paid for. I’d hope for fewer wars and more universal health care.”
Cheney said that he thought Mitt Romney would be our next president, after a hard fought campaign that concentrated solely on the ideas each of the candidates had for improving the nation. Cheney looked well, although his face reflected a certain bewilderment with what he was saying. Often he would stop and shake his head, as if to say no, no, no.
After the meeting, Smokey Diamond—our intrepid reporter—was able to catch up with a member of Cheney’s transplant team, Dr. F. Stein, who was looking a bit bewildered as well. “What we witnessed today,” he said, “can only be explained as Dick Cheney speaking from his transplanted heart.” “The implications for “off-label” use of heart transplants are simply astounding.” “Imagine if we could have transplanted Hitler,” he said.
*see, Mead Gruver, AP, With new heart, Cheney speaks.

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