“Starting on day one, we will end inflation and make America affordable again, to bring down the prices of all goods.”
— Donald Trump, (NBC Montana, Trump Rally in Bozeman, MT, YouTube August 9, 2024).
“Energy is going to bring us back. That means we’re going down and getting gasoline below $2 a gallon, bring down the price of everything from electricity rates to groceries, airfares, and housing costs.”
— Donald Trump (NBC News, Trump Addresses Economic Club Of New York, YouTube September 5, 2024).
How’s that working out for us?
That’s just gas. What about groceries?
But things will get better soon, right?
So much for those “Day 1” promises.
Who is responsible for this mess?
Not Sleepy Joe. Not Critical Race Theory. Not Antifa. Not drag queens. Not immigrants. Not street gangs. Not communists. Not socialists. Not election officials. Not the “deep state.” Not the “fake news media.” Not the “radical left.” Not China. Not Canada.
Nope there’s one person that caused all this misery.
Jane Street is the best quant trading company I know. It’s also the only quant trading company I know. And the reason I know about it has nothing to do with “global liquidity.” They publish a new brain teaser puzzle every month or two. My son Peter discovered them several months ago, and he will usually enlist my help in trying to solve them. A week ago, he told me the newest puzzle was right up my alley, because it was music based:
He was right. But being cuckoo about music wasn’t a guarantee that we’d crack the code and figure out the final answer. I spent quite a bit of time trying to solve even one of the “songs” on the album cover. But eventually I got one (see below if you’re OK with a spoiler) which then led to Peter and I tag teaming on the others. (With me as the lead on the older hints and Peter tapping into his pop music knowledge for the more recent ones.)
This may seem weird to you (or to anyone who is more familiar with typical father-son pursuits such as fishing, camping, and baseball games), but I love the time we spend together working on these puzzles. Especially when one of us cracks part of one of the hints, and the other builds off that to bring it home. Two heads really are better than one. And it does my heart good to spend some quality time with my adult son. (Ditto for going to concerts by my oldest son’s band… and going to IU football games with my youngest… and going to concerts with my daughter.)
Once we understood the pattern, we were off and running. Some came rather easily, others took a bit of pondering. But like most Jane Street puzzles, solving the first part creates a second level challenge, which then leads to a final answer. Once again, we put our heads together to solve it – I got it started, and Peter brought it home.
If you solve the puzzle, you can submit your name(s) on the Jane Street site. Damn straight we took credit for our work!
And it’s smart marketing on Jane Street’s part to publish new puzzles. It’s great for building their brand and attracting the smartest minds to their company.
They even made their “why we do puzzles” explainer a puzzle!
Using our minds and putting our hearts into it – it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why that’s so satisfying.
spoiler!
This was the clue that opened the floodgates for me:
At first my head went to Nine Inch Nails, because they originally did the song “Hurt.” But the Johnny Cash version is more popular, mostly based on the amazing music video (see below). So “Cash” + (in a fender bender) became “Crash.” Giving us an “R” for the next level hint. The other songs on the album are similar – artist’s name + an extra letter, and that extra letter helps spell out the next hint. Happy solving!
Sorry Bocephus, but I’m NOT ready for some football. The Bengals kick off their regular season today. Two NFL games have already been played. College ball is wall to wall. And I am completely “meh” about all of it. Especially now that the college players are paid as well as (or better than) the pros.
Oh sure, IF I’m at home and IF I’m otherwise unoccupied and IF there’s a particular team I’d like to see, I’ll tune in. But I’ll mostly just do a quick glance at the scores the next day. I don’t need any “MACtion” in my life. I don’t want the pregame analysis or the hype. I don’t care about the betting lines. I won’t check the Monday morning reactions. I’ll get along just fine without Paul Finebaum.
I’d rather read. Or write. Or play pickleball. Or go for a walk. Or ride a bike. Or take a hike. Or take a trip. Or go to a concert. Or cook a meal. Or repaint and clean out the laundry room. (The last item on that list is currently occupying waaay too much of my time.)
Now that I’m in the 4th quarter of my life, I’m OK with sending football to the sidelines, and trying to create my own highlights.
A few weeks ago, I posted a version of my email soliciting donations for Ride Cincinnati, a cycling event that raises funds for cancer research, education and care.
Here’s what I said back then:
And that’s never been more true.
More than 40 kind-hearted folks have supported my efforts. Family members. Friends from all walks of my life. College buddies. Radio pals. Ad agency colleagues. Former co-workers. Current co-workers. Friends of friends who have become friends. Neighbors. In-laws. Even a couple of outlaws (you know who you are!).
It all adds up. Thanks to their generosity, I’ve surpassed my fundraising goal.
That’s all well and good, but reaching my personal goal wasn’t the real goal. The goal is raising awareness of the great work that organizations like Cancer Care Advisors do. And yes, raising money to help the folks fighting cancer.
You’re giving money, yes. But you’re also giving hope. That’s priceless.
What goes around comes around… mile after mile.
Thanks!
(And if you haven’t donated yet and want to chip in to get me over $3,500, you can do so here.)
“Dubbatrubba, what’s your writing process?” — asked No One Ever.
Why, thanks so much for asking, Mr. or Ms. N.O. Ever!
Whatever weirdness oozes out of my brain usually starts as scribbles. Pen on paper. It looks like gibberish.
It IS gibberish. Or maybe shorthand. But after all the scribbles and scratch-outs and circles and arrows, I usually figure out what I really want to say. And turn to the typewriter to whip it into shape. (OK, it’s a computer – sorry to let you down, Tom Hanks.)
The example above was when I was brainstorming ideas for promotional audio clips (i.e. mini-commercials) to be played on Inhailer Radio. They’re playing old episodes of the “97X Rumblings from the Big Bush” podcast that my friend Dave and I have been doing for several years now. You can catch the new/old episodes Sunday nights at 9 p.m. Eastern.
The time slot is a radio dead zone – I know this from experience because back when I worked at the AM oldies/FM country radio stations (WDJO-AM and WUBE-FM respectively) the program director of the country FM station would let me do air shifts during the Sunday night slot. (With the on-air name of “Cincinnati Redd” so kindly bestowed upon me by the PD…) And there was only one possible explanation for his largesse:
But hey, this new/old medium required very little effort on our part. And perhaps it’ll introduce a few new listeners to our labor-of-love podcast, since Inhailer is a kindred spirit of 97X.
The scribbles above yielded two longer promos (you can listen to one below), two short promos, and three mid-episode “cut-ins” (“you’re listening to…). Not bad for a page of paper and some ink.
Your process may be different. (And it’s probably better.) But if you want to write, start scribbling.
In the Robert Frost poem “The Mending Wall,” the narrator’s neighbor says “Good fences make good neighbors.”
But I say “Open porches make new friends” At least, that was the case this past Saturday as my daughter Leah and I attended a “Porchfest” event in the St. Anne’s Hill neighborhood of Dayton.
It’s a cool concept (especially for music lovers like my daughter and me): free music performances on different porches (and yards) all around the neighborhood.
Explore the neighborhood and support local music at this unique annual festival celebrating the richness and diversity of the Dayton music scene.
It’s not a new concept. The first one was in Ithaca, NY in 2007. But I’d never heard of it until my friend Dave mentioned it a few weeks ago.
Dayton Porchfest was founded in 2017, inspired by the original Porchfest started in 2007 in Ithaca, NY (www.porchfest.org) and Larchmere Porchfest in Cleveland (www.larchmereporchfest.org), which started in 2009. Today there are over 200 Porchfests throughout the United States and Canada. Dayton was the 94th.
They had musicians/bands slated for every hour, with several music genres represented.
Leah and I got there around 3 p.m. – we had just found a parking spot when the heavens opened and a summer downpour commenced. But that didn’t dampen our spirits (just our footwear). Once the rain let up, we caught up with my friend Dave and caught all or parts of several sets. Bluegrass. “folkedellic,” Indie rock, Americana, soul…
We would’ve had fun just exploring the neighborhood – but we never would’ve made the trek to Dayton and explored it without the lure of bands.
Good fences may make good neighbors, but I’ll pick “pickin'” on porches every time. Because nothing creates community quite like live music.
Editor’s note: Below is a slightly modified version of an email I sent out yesterday afternoon. Posting here in case any of my loyal readers (all three of them) weren’t on the distro list for the email… or in case anyone else stumbles across this post and decides to donate.
Writing is usually my happy place, but this is one I absolutely hate writing.
I hate it because I am asking you to donate to my Ride Cincinnati efforts when gas and grocery prices are taking a much bigger bite out of your wallet. Granted, raising funds for cancer research, education and care is a noble cause. But that’s of little solace when there’s “too much month at the end of the money” as the old country song goes.
I hate it because the reason behind the email is cancer, and cancer is pure evil. It has taken away people I love, and people you love. And other friends and family members are battling it right now.
And I dread it because it’s yet another painful reminder that my friend “LJ” is no longer with us. He was diagnosed with brain cancer in May of 2024. He fought the good fight. No one was braver. No one had a better attitude. But still, we lost him in November of last year.
I hate writing this, but I know in my heart I’ll wind up loving the outcome.
Because of your generosity – even in tough times.
Because it helps. Every damn dollar makes a difference.
Through our partnership with the Cincinnati Cancer Foundation (CCF), Ride Cincinnati fundraising supports local hospitals, nonprofits and community programs that are making a difference in the lives of cancer patients and their families.
And because it reminds me that life is beautiful, even when it’s way too short.
24 days from now, I’ll have had as many spins around this globe as LJ got (Lord willin’).
38 days from now, I’m going to spin my bike wheels for 30 miles (knees willin’), to pay tribute to LJ, and keep his memory alive, and to help other folks who are bravely battling cancer with his same strength and grace. What goes around, comes around.
Give if you can. No worries if you can’t. I still love you, and appreciate you.
Thanks!
LJ on the left, with his wife Patty, and our friends Sheila and Art, on a sunset cruise in Florida last fall. We knew it would probably be LJ’s last trip to the beach, a place he loved very much.
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