The other night I was watching a rerun of one of my favorite guy shows, Chasing Classic Cars. The host, Wayne Carrini, was helping some dude put together a world-class collection of desirable high-dollar cars: a rare Ferrari, an Auburn boat-tailed Speedster, a Mercedes-Benz 300SL. Although the show didn’t divulge any biographical details, we in the TV audience saw quite a bit of Wayne’s client, a man who appeared to be in his early 50s … filthy rich, of course, and of the flaunting variety.
I normally never think about the rich people behind the collector car hobby, but here one was, right in front of me. And it hit me that the dude I was watching on TV was probably one of those Wall Street hedge fund managers who, back in 2008, emptied out my 401K. Suddenly I had a whole new take on Chasing Classic Cars.
Will I quit watching my favorite guy show? No, but from now on I’ll be taking vicarious pleasure every time Wayne lightens some rich jerk’s wallet.
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That Can Be My Next Tweet analyzes past Twitter postings to predict your next one. Apparently only machine intelligence is involved. Here are some of the predictions for @paulwoodford:
- Get off of assholes, grassroots movements, socialism. Grandson in kit form, some assembly required.
- I know where he said by reading lips. No-Fly Zone whatever we just me, or CJCS could stop it looks just!
- My monkey-god is a Japanese friend’s tweets: sloppy mess in Utah.
Okay, I’m easily entertained, but you have to admit, there’s a certain Zen to all this.
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Speaking of assholes and socialism, a friend tells me I come across like Keith Olbermann in some of my blog posts. How hurtful. I’m way to the left of Olbermann.
That is all. There’s a sloppy mess in Utah, and someone has to clean it up!
Not Zen, sweetie, dada, or what, in the research biz, we used to call “random word generators.”
Not entirely random … in picking words from your own tweets it captures trends and themes from things you’ve said. Besides, does anyone really know what Zen means?