From a Midsummer Night’s Dream to the urban streets, the Levi campaign is here.
When I wrote about it a couple months ago the campaign wasn’t airing yet: now it is, and it can be seen on the website. Check it out.
- I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me.
- I can see what they’re up to, trying to freak me about my jeans
- Thou art changed! What do I see on thee?
- You look different. What sort of weird ass jeans are you wearing?
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Over at Pesky’Apostrophe, ‘mac’ discusses why estate taxes are a good thing, why the repeal of this sort of tax is not a bad thing; how it only affects those individuals with an estate valued over $1.5 million which amounts to just 2% of the population. By cutting out the $982 Billion that will come from the so called ‘death tax’, the state will struggle to continue paying for the $150 million spent in Iraq each day or the Billions each year that Medicare costs and will have trouble funding the myriad other income drains that face a country. The question really is, why would anyone want to repeal the estates tax? What is it that would be improved by not taxing the very most wealthy people just after they’ve died. This isn’t hurting working families, this hits the really really rich who can afford to pay just a little of their wealth.
But I’m open to ideas, I’m not entirely convinced.
More reading needed.
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I’d been looking forward to running today. I’d done just over 200 situps and all the filler exercises that get me through the situps, which means something like 400 leg-raise things, around sixty pressups (my most hated activity) and so forth. I’d been held up by people ‘popping around’ and talking as well as random bits of web news that caught my eye. By the time I set out running I was itching for the exercise. After approximately three minutes of running, whilst turning a corner on some perfectly safe sidewalk, in front of two guys off to play football, I fell. I fell badly and sprained by ankle, for no reason other than the fact that my left foot landed oddly. And I’d been hoping for a fast time; this was making a mockery of those hopes. Click the image for a larger picture of how little of my desired distance I actually covered.
In red is the area that I ran from my house to the drop point. In blue is the rest of the area that I should have run, but somehow wasn’t allowed to by my foot. Not it’s lolling about on my desk, looking swollen and pleased with itself. Damn foot.
The image data is taken from Mapquest.
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