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11/24/2008
Newsweek’s Daniel Gross explains the Consumer Price Index (here’s the official BLS site) in a very simple video. I could do without the goofy sound effects, but it’s a good, 2 minute explanation of how the government tracks inflation.
Per David Simon’s Berkeley talk, though, the video doesn’t go into why this matters. Perhaps they’ll cover that in the next installment of the Economics 101 series.
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January 7th, 2004 at 11:50 am
I have two trips, one out of the country, coming up that I’m worried about. I generally travel with a whole boatload of small electronics (MP3 player, camera, etc.) that usually cause some consternation on international flights. My pre-9/11 trip to amsterdam required me unpacking my meticulously packed backpack to show them what was inside (I had packed a video camera bag chock full of stuff in the backpack which itself was full of other stuff on top, thinking that I wouldn’t need the video camera. Of course, they needed to check the batteries for the vidcam which required unpacking the whole damn thing… point being that they weren’t being unreasonable…)
The TSA security screening is half-assed security… I wouldn’t mind inconvenience if experts could agree that the security was reasonably secure.
January 8th, 2004 at 11:49 am
I think this might have been my favorite story on Fatmixx to date.
A quick story…So, last year, I was travelling somewhere, I’m not quite sure I remember where at this point, but I remember them asking me to take my shoes off. Now, let’s please understand, I’m not Maxwell Smart here. I don’t hide things in my shoes for no reason (or with reason for that matter). So, when they asked me to take them off, I was just a bit displeased given that the line itself had taken more than an hour to get through in general with all the nonsense of them being incapable fo telling a knife from a felt tipped marker.
None the less, I took my shoes off and ran them through the security system that was still having problems detecting that a can of coke was fine. No surprise here, my shoes came through clean. However, in an amusing scene, my cell phone rang when the shoes were finished, and not missing a beat, I picked the right one up and said, “Hello”.
The TSA employee was not pleased, however, all of the other passengers in the line who got it were besides themselves.
Oh well. So much for lightening up their day…
January 8th, 2004 at 6:04 pm
Josh — I love that story — this is only peripherally related, but I have to share: My family, like most families I’m sure, is obsessed with food. I was living in Seattle at the time of this tale and my friend Alexandra had just introduced me to the forerunner of the many kinds of health bars — The FiBar. I was taking a bus to Vancouver for the weekend, and I had packed all of this food with me — which is what you do when you travel, if you are a member of my family. I packed oranges, a ham sandwich I was saving for a bit, perhaps even some chesse… and a fibar. As we neared the Canadian border, they gave us these immigration cards, and I am a good girl, so I read EVERYTHING and filled out EVERYTHING, so I read the whole section about the various things you are not allowed to bring into the country, including meat, plantlife, fruits and vegetables, etc. So I was eating everything I possibly could before the border so I wouldn’t have to throw it out. And I think I managed to eat most of it by the time we did reach it. When we got to Canada, this immigration officer got on the bus and went from passanger to passenger, taking the immigration cards and sometimes asking a question or two. I was on my last bit of food, the fibar. He came up to me and extended his hand. I was all worried that he would oust me for the fibar, so I handed it over. He retracted his hand and boomed, “No!” and I realized what he actually wanted was my immigration card, only. I laughed for almost the rest of the ride to Vancouver.