After a 6 month hiatus of doing any work on the condo, I broke that streak with a vengeance this weekend. I purchased a new dresser (Art Deco style).
I took a series of measurements to see if the new dresser could fit in the corner of my room, as it stands currently that space is not being used (dead space). The angles of putting a dresser in that space did not work out, so in lieu of angling the new dresser I thought of re orientating the bed room entirely.
When I first moved in the bed room looked like this:
It was front centered, thus if you were looking in at the bed room, the bed was facing you. As I expand my furniture collection more room was demanded. Since I put in the roller shades a year ago, the two shades in my room are hardly ever opened. So, I decided to place the bed against the window to take advantage of the space, the dress will go under the 'Waiting-Watching-Dream' poster sequence.
(Ignore the cat). The orientation of the room has changed. I'll post full photos once the new dresser is placed.
My lovely GF, Jessica helped me put a 5th coat of paint on the red wall today. It finally looks complete and finished.
Notice the lack of roller streaks. Gaze upon this mere mortals and despair!
Monday, September 3, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Conspiracy Theories
Neil
Armstrong died over the weekend from complication related to heart
surgery. The first man to walk on the Moon now belongs to the ages.
Just
3 weeks ago I got into a minor row with some of my friends over a
stupid topic. One of my coworkers at Bank of America was a regular
reader of the website ‘Prison Planet’ which promotes a series of strange
and odd conspiracy theories.
One of the more insidious theories that gets heavy play on Prison
Planet is the 9/11 as a ‘False Flag’ attack (a false flag attack is when
the Government attacks itself and places the blame on an outsider to
consolidate political power: the burning of the
Reichstag and placing the blame on Communists by the Nazis is the
classic example of a ‘false flag attack’). At any rate, I mentioned that
I have no respect for anyone who harbors any suspicions that the Moon
landing was faked. One of my friends stated that
she ‘could see how and I would not be surprised’ if the Moon landing
was faked. Obviously, I took a position that anyone who believed that
garbage was beyond dumb which then led to a minor argument about the
nature of Truth.
Truth
is objective and verifiable outside of your own mind. In the case of
the moon, the flags, foot prints and the landing craft are easily
identified on the Moon. Further, we have video and transmissions from
the Moon landing from verified
3rd parties. But yet, anywhere from 6% to 20% of the
American population BELIEVES the moon landings were hoaxes. That is an
unreal percentage of people, and it speaks volumes in American’s lack
of faith in humanity.
At
times humanity is transcendent, humanity built the great pyramids and
sent men to the moon. With the proper motivation and tools there is
little mankind cannot do. These insane conspiracy theories underscore
the deep psychological fear
in most people that you are not as smart, strong or gifted as you
think. All conspiracy theories are assumed that mankind cannot reach the
moon, build the pyramids or develop writing without the aid of an
outside force (like aliens). Humanity can achieve
great things, when some of the achievements feel like miracles, many
people cannot locate the greatness in themselves that produced the
great event. And so, they invent a sophisticated series of lies to show
that the great achievement is a lie.
I have no tolerance for Conspiracy Theories, the truth is knowable, obtainable and logical, to believe otherwise is false.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Gentrification
For
the last year or so I’ve been thinking heavily about the phenomenon of
gentrification in Los Angeles. Since I bought a condo in an ‘area in
transition’ gentrification is major concern for me. Personally, I want
the gentrification of
the Fashion District to occur rapidly so that the value of my property
increases faster than the rate of inflation (property ownership is an
inflation hedge in finance). Gentrification raises property values based
upon an improvement in the neighborhood’s
quality of life; think of the difference between Silverlake and
Pico-Union. In the 1990’s both neighborhoods had similar rates of crime,
gang violence and property ownership. But 20 years later, Silverlake is
considered a desirable neighborhood, while Pico-Union
is, well, still gang infested territory. In 20 years the difference
between the two neighborhoods is stark. Silverlake gentrified while
Pico-Union did not.
I
don’t know why Silverlake gentrified while Pico-Union did not, all that
needs to be known is that one area gentrified while the other did not.
The quality of life difference between the two is stunning. If you were
lucky enough to buy
in Silverlake in the 1990’s the property that you purchased for
$100,000 could be worth over $500,000 now. From 1/5/2001 to today the
DOW Jones Industrial average is up 71.54%, if you bought in Silverlake
the money you put into your property would be up over
500%. This is a HUGE wealth benefit to anyone who purchased cheap in an
area that Gentrified. As you can anticipate, I hope this happens to
me. I also hope it happens to other people as well, but, gentrification
can be a double edged sword.
President
Bush once spoke about creating an ‘Ownership Society’ in America, many
of the topics he touched on was property ownership. His reasoning (which
is sound) is that people who own property tend to be invested in their
neighborhoods,
thus they take an active interest in the schools, parks, more generally
owners improve the quality of life in their neighborhood. As bad
elements are priced out of the market that is in the process of
gentrifying, many poor long time renters will see their
rents increase and they could find themselves pushed out of the market
as well. At this point, it should be worth noting that, in the long run,
renting is much less economically beneficial than owning property (no
equity is being earned by rent, since property
is an inflation hedge as long as there is no rent control rent should
be keeping pace with property values so you do not get the long term
benefit of a long time low rent). As a matter of public policy, the CRA
was placed to help low income borrowers buy property.
As in my previous post, housing discrimination was once thought to be
the root cause and barrier of minorities entering the middle class. The
CRA addressed that issue (editorial side: many conservatives wrong
blamed Fannie, Freddie and their low income borrower
initiatives for our current mortgage crisis; this article completely
disassembles that argument
http://www.ritholtz.com/blog/2011/11/fannie-freddie-and-the-foreclosure-crisis/
).
A
public policy which promotes ownership and conversion of apartment
buildings into multi-unit buildings (ie. Condos) with financing options
for the people already living there is absolutely required. How that can
be obtained without infringing
on the rights of the apartment building owner is an open question. I
don’t even know if it can be done. I have some thoughts on this issue,
however, I imagine that no investor would something so risky (perhaps I
will explain my idea in a future post).
The
flip side to gentrification is the NIMBY movement (not-in-my-back-yard).
My favorite story of the year is an activist home owner in Holby Hills
who is suing Metro over an Environmental Impact Report regarding a bike
lane. A FUCKING
BIKE LANE. NIMBY-ism is a huge problem in older established
neighborhoods that have no increasing housing stock to oppose any
development they feel threatens their property. People have a legal
right to due process for any property taking, but sometimes I
think there should be a streamlined process for beneficial development
that does not involve the seizing of actual property (the Metro is using
an old right of way to construct the light rail to Santa Monica).
Neighborhoods
ebb and flow, gentrification is simply part of the process in which
cities grow, destroy themselves and rebuild. I can only hope that I can
invest in the growth part of that equation and avoid the destruction
part.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Poor as a Culture
My
girlfriend got me hooked on reading Gawker. It’s an entertaining
website that mixes news with some social commentary. My favorite part of
this website is the commentators, some websites have a lot of trolls
(CNN and Yahoo for example).
While other web sites have well thought out commentator with no
trolling (The New Republic and Atlantic Cities are really good ones);
but I digress…
Gawker
has been running a series of letters from their readers about their
unemployment experiences. To be honest, some of the letters seem far too
fantastical to be true, example being an ivy league lawyer who was
earning $250,000 a year
who now can’t get a job. I don’t know what to think of that, it seems
almost impossible to think that someone with an advanced degree and a
long career could fall into long term unemployment without the aid of
Alcohol or Drug Dependency.
These
Gawker unemployment letters frighten me. Unemployment is a scary thing,
unemployment coupled with losing everything that you’ve built over the
last decade is incomprehensible. Thinking about these articles has
provoked another series
of thoughts; what does it mean to be poor? In the case of the ivy
league lawyer, she’s broke, but, I would venture to say that she is
poor.
Being
poor is a cultural issue. The libertarian noble prize winning economist
once stated that being poor is a function of not having enough money,
which is like saying someone is wet because they are covered in water.
The Atlantic Cities
ran an interesting article about board game from the 1970’s called
“Blacks and Whites” (generally, the game was about Housing Policies in
the 1970’s known as Red Lining when a certain type of person could not
get a mortgage in a certain neighborhood, these
neighborhoods were marked in red ink in broker’s offices’), the game
had no end, in fact if you chose to be ‘Black’ then you would have no
chance to move out of the cycle of poverty.
Being
poor is a cultural issue, a deep binding culture that is almost
impossible to shake off. ‘Black and Whites’ ‘s main issue of housing
discrimination was addressed in the mid-1970s with a law called the
Equal Credit Opportunity Act
which, among other things, banned red lining. Even with the housing
discrimination issue fixed, African Americans still have not made great
strides toward economic prosperity. Why?
Anecdotally,
I know of two cases in which men from poor southern back grounds rose
to become successful and wealthy. In both cases, they become lawyers;
and, most importantly, they struggled to divest themselves of their
Southern Accents.
Their Southern Accent was a relic and a badge of shame of their poor
rural backgrounds. If you are to lift yourself out of poverty, then you
must release the symbols of your poverty. In this case, their Southern
Accents would be looked down upon at a Northern
Ivy League University.
The
culture of poverty surrounds us, it’s more than the food purchased with
public assistance or rent stabilization checks received by land lords or
energy coupons redeemed at gas stations. I’m fairly certain the only
way to get out of
the cycle of poverty is home ownership and gentrification (not
wholesale redevelopment). I’m not sure there’s any other way to break
the cycle…
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Self Sacrifice and the Pursuit of the Unattainable Dream
We have Olympic fever. The Games are everywhere, previously obscure 'sports' like ping-pong are now news worthy items (North Korea is playing South Korea in the Gold Medal game of ping pong). I loves sports, it's war without the bloodshed, a liberal version of human competition where the winners are gracious and the losers win a piece of silver metal.
I was struck by a story that recently ran about a Chinese diver who was told (after she won a Gold Medal) that her Grandparents had died a year ago and that her mother had been battling breast cancer for the last 7 years. A couple of quick caveats, from the stories that I've read in the media, the diver in question was in a 'State Sanctioned' athlete school where she practiced or worked out for 10 hours a day (China is a fascist-communist government after all). And, from these media reports, it was her father's choice not to inform his daughter of these events. This is an important distinction for me, as it appears it was NOT a government order to keep her ignorant, but rather a conscience choice by her own father. The rest of what I say is based on that assumption.
14 years ago HBO ran a mini-series called 'From the Earth to the Moon.' Simply put, it was about the American space program. One scene stuck out in my mind, in one of the later Apollo missions, an Astronaut returns home to his family after a successful journey to the moon. Little Johnny, the Astronaut's son, causally mentioned that his tonsils were removed 3 years ago. Little Suzy then chimes in to say that her appendix was removed 2 years ago. The Astronaut turns to his wife and said, 'You didn't tell me?!' His wife, says, 'No, it wasn't important' the Astronaut replies, 'thank you.'
I didn't understand that exchange; why wasn't the Astronaut upset that he was left out of his children's life? So I asked my mother what happened. She pointed out that the children's ailments were minor and would have served no other cause than to concern and distract the Astronaut from his mission. So his wife decided to not tell him. The Mission was what was important. Getting to the moon and returning safely was the Mission. Both people, the wife and the Astronaut made sacrifices to achieve that mission.
The ultimate question is an individual one, what is important to you? Are you willing to sacrifice everything, even your life (as the Astronauts of Apollo 11 did) to achieve the mission? I can not judge the choices of the Chinese diver, her family made the sacrifice to help her achieve the mission of winning gold. I think there's a lesson there, sometimes the goal that you try to achieve is more important than the people in your life. It's a harsh lesson, but, sometimes, and rarely, it's a correct lesson.
I was struck by a story that recently ran about a Chinese diver who was told (after she won a Gold Medal) that her Grandparents had died a year ago and that her mother had been battling breast cancer for the last 7 years. A couple of quick caveats, from the stories that I've read in the media, the diver in question was in a 'State Sanctioned' athlete school where she practiced or worked out for 10 hours a day (China is a fascist-communist government after all). And, from these media reports, it was her father's choice not to inform his daughter of these events. This is an important distinction for me, as it appears it was NOT a government order to keep her ignorant, but rather a conscience choice by her own father. The rest of what I say is based on that assumption.
14 years ago HBO ran a mini-series called 'From the Earth to the Moon.' Simply put, it was about the American space program. One scene stuck out in my mind, in one of the later Apollo missions, an Astronaut returns home to his family after a successful journey to the moon. Little Johnny, the Astronaut's son, causally mentioned that his tonsils were removed 3 years ago. Little Suzy then chimes in to say that her appendix was removed 2 years ago. The Astronaut turns to his wife and said, 'You didn't tell me?!' His wife, says, 'No, it wasn't important' the Astronaut replies, 'thank you.'
I didn't understand that exchange; why wasn't the Astronaut upset that he was left out of his children's life? So I asked my mother what happened. She pointed out that the children's ailments were minor and would have served no other cause than to concern and distract the Astronaut from his mission. So his wife decided to not tell him. The Mission was what was important. Getting to the moon and returning safely was the Mission. Both people, the wife and the Astronaut made sacrifices to achieve that mission.
The ultimate question is an individual one, what is important to you? Are you willing to sacrifice everything, even your life (as the Astronauts of Apollo 11 did) to achieve the mission? I can not judge the choices of the Chinese diver, her family made the sacrifice to help her achieve the mission of winning gold. I think there's a lesson there, sometimes the goal that you try to achieve is more important than the people in your life. It's a harsh lesson, but, sometimes, and rarely, it's a correct lesson.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Business
I switched jobs again, this time I moved from Penny Mac to Prospect Mortgage in Sherman Oaks. Prospect is much closer to home and the job opportunity is much better than at Penny Mac.
Besides the new job Business is booming. Year of the Water Dragon my friends. It's a very auspicious year.
I just bought a small piece for my bath room, it's a tooth brush holder from the 1940's. I found it at a vintage hardware store on La Brea. Operation Bath Room upgrade is close to fruition, my economic reserve is nearly complete so I can start on the bath room in a month or two. Pictures to be posted soon.
Besides the new job Business is booming. Year of the Water Dragon my friends. It's a very auspicious year.
I just bought a small piece for my bath room, it's a tooth brush holder from the 1940's. I found it at a vintage hardware store on La Brea. Operation Bath Room upgrade is close to fruition, my economic reserve is nearly complete so I can start on the bath room in a month or two. Pictures to be posted soon.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Reflection on 20 years
I meant to get around to posting an article on my thoughts about the 20 year anniversary of the LA Riots, but, work and life interfered with my writing time. Today, I had some free time so I've decided to do the post, it is especially relevant to talk about the riots today as the LA Times just reported that Rodney King was found dead in his home a few hours ago.
I was in the third grade when the riots occurred. My parents were divorced, every other weekend my Dad would pick up me and my sister from Thousand Oaks and take us to Long Beach. Some times, we would take the 101 to the 605 freeway to Long Beach. If you know anything about the geography of Los Angeles, these routes go through some of the areas hardest hit areas of the riots.
For 7 days the city of Los Angeles consumed itself. In 1993, a year after the riots the murder rate in the city was 21.1 per 100,000 this was the height of the crack epidemic. As a point of contrast, the murder rate of the city in 2008 was 9.6 per 100,000 less than half that of 1993.
The riots were an accident of history, they were nothing more than the perfect combination of an aggressive out of touch LAPD, a depressed post cold war economy and an idiot drivers piss poor decision. In 2002 the LA Times ran a 10 year retrospective on the riots. Many of the people interviewed were certain that a riot could happen again. Another 10 years down the road and I don't think that anymore. I live downtown, such a thought to my 3rd grade self would be nearly impossible. The city is on an upward path, I'm glad to be here.
I was in the third grade when the riots occurred. My parents were divorced, every other weekend my Dad would pick up me and my sister from Thousand Oaks and take us to Long Beach. Some times, we would take the 101 to the 605 freeway to Long Beach. If you know anything about the geography of Los Angeles, these routes go through some of the areas hardest hit areas of the riots.
For 7 days the city of Los Angeles consumed itself. In 1993, a year after the riots the murder rate in the city was 21.1 per 100,000 this was the height of the crack epidemic. As a point of contrast, the murder rate of the city in 2008 was 9.6 per 100,000 less than half that of 1993.
The riots were an accident of history, they were nothing more than the perfect combination of an aggressive out of touch LAPD, a depressed post cold war economy and an idiot drivers piss poor decision. In 2002 the LA Times ran a 10 year retrospective on the riots. Many of the people interviewed were certain that a riot could happen again. Another 10 years down the road and I don't think that anymore. I live downtown, such a thought to my 3rd grade self would be nearly impossible. The city is on an upward path, I'm glad to be here.
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