Monthly Archives: December 2013

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What Can You Learn About Personal Finance From Ebenezer Scrooge?

Scrooge's third visitor, from Charles Dickens: A Christmas Carol.

Scrooge’s third visitor, from Charles Dickens: A Christmas Carol. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What Can You Learn About Personal Finance From Ebenezer Scrooge?

Another fantastic blog post from my friend’s personal finance blog, exploring our individual relationships with money and how we can change those relationships.

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Sirens, Angels, and Recruiters

Odysseus and the Sirens. An 1891 painting by J...

Odysseus and the Sirens. An 1891 painting by John William Waterhouse. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A recruiter for a company quite famous
Sought me out, activating my white ramus.
She shuffled the cards and splayed the deck
To tempt me with projects high tech.

The timing’s wrong, said I, though enticed.
She said she would again roll the dice
To see if feelings mine remained the same
In months a few (if few and couple share a name).

A couple have passed, and the idea’s tempting.
The coolness factor plays my vanity unrelenting;
But I’ve not heard her voice,
There could be a siren hidden in this choice.

And I’m still entranced by another voice:
The lure of siren or an angel that doth rejoice.
Yet voice of siren it cannot be, of this I am sure,
For a siren is always singing, always lures

And such is not the case.
Sometimes this voice is with caterwaul laced.
It oft times will test and try me;
Yet in proximity, from its power I cannot flee.

Is it the call of an angel then?
I have a key plucked from garden zen:
Pray tell, my friend, what is an angel?
A servant, a messenger—from Greek angelos.

No message by this voice hath been delivered;
No token of the Served hath my knees quivered.
A mere mortal then? And yet the voice I ken:
‘Tis a Muse for my pen.

So to the recruiter my thoughts return:
A siren lure, or an escape—a sauternes
To dull my mind, the power of the voice forget;
Kismet that the voice no more my heart beset?

My feelings do not so quickly change,
I’m loath my life to rearrange,
But it would provide the easy way out;
Leaving future wonder in full doubt.

My heart says the timing’s still off,
Though I avoid the voice by my cough.
Call it inaction, call it fate;
My head agrees and so I wait.

Copyright © 2013 H.K. Longmore

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Computer programmer teaches homeless to code

Wow. This is pretty cool. I’ve been wanting to do something similar to Patrick for several years now, though I was thinking on a larger scale. Now I feel like, “What was my excuse?” Oh, it was that I didn’t want to do fundraising to start my own non-profit. Props to Patrick, Logan, and Leo!

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Everything You Need to Know About Personal Finance in 7 Words

Everything You Need to Know About Personal Finance in 7 Words

From a friend’s personal finance blog comes a fantastic bit of personal finance advice. I’ll give you the 7 words here, but I highly recommend the full article. The 7 words: Place a substantial premium on the future.

The Spoon, the Bull, and the Pickaxe

If you're installing a sink, and you have to do this to get the pipes to connect, try another way. That way, those coming after you won't curse your unknown name.

If you’re installing a sink, and you have to do this to get the pipes to connect, try another way. That way, those coming after you won’t curse your unknown name.

A small metal spoon slipped silently,
Submerged beneath the suds,
Into the dark abyss of the insinkerator,
Preventing progress
Of waste: from a garlic press,
Or catered scraps of ‘tater;
From recipes now deemed duds
As the baker sighs gently.

The proverbial china shop
Guards against the bull.
Upon learning of his coming,
The owner clears all his stocks.
But his plan the bull mocks;
His hooves, incessant drumming
With which he breaks societal rule.
Now comes the owner’s son, armed with mop.

A pickaxe-wielding ‘niner,
I strike my core and rock the spike:
Am I ever the bull,
Or am I at times the spoon?
Do I stop the disposer’s tune,
Or as a bull—as a fool—
Do I others psyche,
Yet think I am the china?

Copyright © 2013 H.K. Longmore