Eclipse, the Super Light Jet manufacturer, owned partially by Bill Gates (or Microsoft, don’t remember) is filing for Chapter 11 - basically they are bust…

Jet Maker Eclipse Files for Chapter 11

Eclipse Aviation Corp., a pioneer maker of small, low-cost personal jets, filed for federal bankruptcy-court protection Tuesday amid signs that current economic downdrafts are particularly hurting makers of smaller business aircraft and private propeller planes.

Beset by longstanding manufacturing problems, tightening global credit markets and negative publicity from some technical glitches with its so-called very light jets, the Albuquerque, N. M., company earlier this month temporarily failed to pay its 1,100 employees. Eclipse builds six-seat aircraft aimed at private pilots, as well as what the company hoped would become a viable industry of air-taxi operators.

Wall Street Journal, 26 November 2008

I have visited the airshow recently - unlike previous years it was almost empty. You could go to any plane with no appointment (including the BBJ, let alone the Gulfstreams) and all sales people, after about 10 minutes of conversation, admitted that there where almost no sales at all. I feel sorry for all those guys, who were buying 2 or more planes, of which only one was for their personal / corporate use and the rest were for sale at a premium. Now they are really fucked.

Mothefucking Hollywood, the factory of the fake dreams. The centre of the misguided personalities. Home of the fucking posers and whores. Fuck all that fake crap and fuck all those superficial motherfuckers!

Fuck Rodeo Drive with their 15 stupid shops, where Zegna, for some bizarre reason, is double in it’s price compared to the rest of the world, while the collection is still the fucking last season.

Fuck all those possies and their De Deux. This was supposed to be the best fucking club in LA, but to me it looks like some guy’s garden party. Fuck all those bitches in Le Deux too, how can’t tell shit Dom Perignon ‘94 from the 2000 Cristal.

Fuck all those stupid bands, that do not know how to place a fucking comma in their own band name, thus completely fucking up the meaning of the three word sentence.

Screw the, supposently best hotel in the Beverly Hills, the stupid Raffles. It’s shit! Size of the fucking suite is not the only thing that buys you class, suckers.

You American twats have no fucking clue about the finer things in life. Your houses are made of cardboard and you live surrounded by fake gold plastic artefacts mass manufactured in China at the price of the fucking peanuts.

Fuck ya all!

Fucking fake flames and shit… You see what I mean?!

Не понимаю, почему людей так тресет от копипэйста и боянов… Не все ведь в дваче сидят без перестанно, да и на лепру не у всех инвайты есть.

Короче, вот вам один боянчик - правда видео, зато из под Яровратовского крыла - всегда забавно читать рассуждения этого товарища, инода хохочу просто де слез.

without further ado - discurs:

И вообще - Яроврат это единственная причина, почему я в анти-теме не деградиуюсь до комментирования Теминого ЖЖ. То есть если я уж не берусь Яровартовскую чушь серьезно (ну или вообще как то) воспринимать, то уж и Темину жужу трогать не стоит.

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Yesterday Atlantis, the new mega hotel on the Palm Jumeirah, in Dubai, of course has had an official launch. Not sure why they did the launch only yesterday - I have been to that hotel at least 15 times already. Anyways, they did have a launch with about 75 class A celebrities like Kylie, Schwarzenegger and fuck knows who else. The pinnacle of the event was supposed to be the biggest, bestest and the most expensive fireworks in the history of humanity. With budget of USD 50 million the fireworks where supposed to be 7 times bigger (not really sure who got that figure and how) that the one in China during the Olympics 2008.

Naturally we decided to take a look at it.

Naturally we didn’t want to go where too many people where.

Naturally we took a boat and decided to see it from the sea, while having a private party.

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Whatever we have seen was quite disappointing. Don’t take me wrong - it was nice, but to me it seemed that the majority of the money was simply put in pot and burned in cash in the middle of Atlantis lobby, since what we have seen did not look like 50 mil at all.

The smoke cloud after the fireworks was so dark and big, that we really got scared and asked captain go back to the marina.

Today of course, when I went to upload the videos on YouTube, I decided to take a peek of what others have seen - wow! We really picked the wrong side of the show!

Well, at least the party was great…

Anyway, here are the other two parts of what I have filmed. I feel like going back and savor my hangover for now.

Part 2. Most expensive fireworks in history - Atlantis on Palm Jumeirah, Dubai.

Part 3. Most expensive fireworks in history - Atlantis on Palm Jumeirah, Dubai.

Some time ago, Chinese linguist and poet Yuen Ren Chao came up with a linguistic curiosity in the form of the poem called “Shi Shi Shi Shi Shi” in romanized form. In Mandarin, of course, it does kind of make sence, but only if you read it. Anyone, who hears it, will have hard time understanding what the hell is going on there.

Without further ado, here is the thing in Mandarin, transcription and the translation:

Translation:

« Lion-Eating Poet in the Stone Den »

In a stone den was a poet Shi, who was a lion addict, and had resolved to eat ten.

He often went to the market to look for lions.

At ten o’clock, ten lions had just arrived at the market.

At that time, Shi had just arrived at the market.

He saw those ten lions, and using his trusty arrows, caused the ten lions to die.

He brought the corpses of the ten lions to the stone den.

The stone den was damp. He asked his servants to wipe it.

After the stone den was wiped, he tried to eat those ten lions.

When he ate, he realized that those ten lions were in fact ten stone lion corpses.

Try to explain this matter.

Great stuff! Anyone, who cares about details on the work can find more initial info in wikipedia.

A Sallet of Fennel

Take young Fennel, about a span long in the spring, tye it up in bunches as you do Sparragrass; when your Skillet boyle, put in enough to make a dish; when it is boyled and drained, dish it up as you do Sparragrass, pour on butter and vinegar and send it up.

The Whole Body of Cookery Dissected, 1675, by William Tabisha.

Fennel and Gooseberry Sauce

Brown some butter in a saucepan with apinch of flour, then put in a few cives shred small, add a little Irish broth to moisten it, season with salt and pepper; make these boil, then put in two or three sprigs of Fennel and some Gooseberries. Let all simmer together till the Gooseberries are soft and then put in some Cullis.

Receipt Book of Henry Howard, Cook to the Duke of Ormond, 1710.

Dill and Collyflower Pickle

Boil the Collyflowers till they fall inpieces; then with some of the stalk and worst of the flower boil it in a part of the liquer till pretty strong. Then being taken off strain it- and when settled, clean it from the bottom. Then with Dill, gross pepper, a pretty quantity of salt, when cold add as much vinegar as will make it sharp and pour all upon the Collyflower.

Acetaria, a book about Sallets, 1680, by John Evelyn.

To Pickle Cucumbers in Dill

  Gather the tops of the ripest dill and cover the bottom of the vessel, and lay a layer of Cucumbers and another of Dill till you have filled the vessel within a handful of the top. Then take as much water as you think will fill the vessel and mix it with salt and a quarter of a pound of allom to a gallon of water and poure it on them and press them down with a stone on them and keep them covered close. For that use I think the water will be best boyl’d and cold, which will keep longer sweet, or if you like not this pickle, doe it with water, salt and white wine vinegar, or (if you please) pour the water and salt on them scalding hot which will make them ready to use the sooner.

Receipt Book of Joseph Cooper, Cook to Charles I, 1640.

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LIFEHACKER.COM has been cheapfuck’s lifehacker’s favorite website for a while. The blog is telling people how to do things cheaply and sometimes simply explains to students how some things in life work, starting from opening of can of soup up to the opening the bank account. It’s all nice and well, but the recent explanation has completley shocked me:

These people are unbelievable!!! How to fucking vote?! Six easy steps?! You don’t even have to read the entire article - just skip to those fucking steps?! No fucking wonder the country is ruled by an utter twat and the next presidential campaign is between a guy nobody likes and the guy everybody hates.

I like lateral thinking quizes like the next guy, that’s why I am, once in a while, looking for them online. Unfortunatley, there seems to be only one or two sets to be avaliable online, so whatever site you go, majority of the quizzes you already know. If this would have been not enough, some of the quizzes are plain radiculous. Check this out:

The Great Wall of China

An American who has never been to another country sees the Great Wall of China with his own eyes. He’s standing on solid ground. How is this possible?

The Answer: He’s an astronaut on the Moon.

My Answer: Come on! As far as I know, the only guy on the moon was Armstrong. But I believe he has been outside of the US. At least say something, like a child of the American ambassador in China, before he and his family went back home or something.

How to Age Quickly?

The day before yesterday, Jenny was 17 years old. Next year, she’ll be 20 years old. How is this possible?

The Answer: Today is January 1st, her 18th birthday was on December 31st. This year she’ll be 19; 20 next.

My Answer: She might be 20 next year, but not in a years time, so this is a small snug, on which the quiz is profiteering. Basically the whole question is based upon incoherent expression of the idea, just like Chewbaka defence.

Here is a classic one:

Death in a Field

A man is lying dead in a field. Next to him there is an unopened package. There is no other creature in the field. How did he die?

The Answer: The man had jumped from a plane but his parachute had failed to open

My Answer: Does anybody know, what the packed parachute looks like? It does not look like a package in any way. Beside, the “package” will not be next to him, but on him. WTF?

And it goes on and on

Now - the name of the director of floor operations at UBS is

Art Cashin!

Wow! What a name for the job the guy has… I am absolutley speachless.

Here is the link to his LinkedIn profile, which does not say much, except that he has ONE connection. Must be to the devil himself…

There is a new blog I have discovered for myself. Well, the blog itself is not new, but it is a blog of a guy, who’s book I have enjoyed reading. Took me some time to google him and - surprise! - the guy is actually a very serious chap at the University of Glasgow… Despite the fact that I know him from his book on negotiations (which has helped me a great deal back when I was reading it) - “Everything Is Negotiable”, he is an economist and an avid fan of Adam Smith (just like yours truly). Having red too much crap online on Adam’s views on economics from people who hardly can remember the title of “Wealth Of Nations”, let alone the actual content, it was a refreshing reading, where Gavin (Gaving Kennedy is my guy’s name, by the way) shits down on anyone who dares to say anything bad about his (and my) hero.

His blog can be found on Adam Smith’s Lost Legacy, and as a sample, I’ll just do a lazy copy/paste maneuvre from his recent typical post:

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Stupid party yesterday with the lamest celebrities. My dog is more famous than those Destiny’s Child rejects. My cat is more important, than that Duchess, that has lost her Duchessness for screwing with the ski instructor and getting divorced by the actual Duke. The only real celebrity did not show up, and, as it seems, she wasn’t even been scheduled to come - just a lame video greeting… badly edited.

The Champagne was utter crap, by the way.

On the positive side, however, here is a funny thing - on the charity auction, some crappy penthouse was sold at the fucking market price to the moron, who sold me the land some time ago!!! Now, what is the point of bidding, if you can get for the same price something, you can actually choose? This is what they call the “winner’s curse” and this is why I don’t like to partisipate in auctions.

Today wan’t too bad. Everyone has been waiting for this day to evaluate the market and nothing has happened… Obviosly… why would anything happen?

First of all, no one is allowed to trade on the actuall floor. Secondly every one is scared shitless, so they run around and try to sell their assets, rather than getting involved in whatever is happening around them.

Anyways, tomorrow is another day and we shall see - loads of meetings tomorrow.

We are pretty much in the last third of Ramadan now, and I’ve already ran out of Johnny Blue… Considering the fact that alcohol is completely banned during this month, I think I should be alarmed…

Serves me right - now all I am left with is with the unmixable Royal Salute. Who told the Chivas Brothers that making 21 years old oily whiskey would be a hit? Especially after that glorious 18 yr…

OMG! OMG! OMG! This is the most beautiful object I have ever seen in my life!!!

I want it! I will trade my 2008 Flying Spur for this! (Even better - no trade, just let me buy this!)

OMG! The most beautiful car ever!

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COUP DU MILIEU

A few years ago, the coup du millieu was introduced to Paris, having been popular for a considerable time in Bordeaux and other maritime towns.

It is drunk immediately after the roast meat and consists of a small glass of a bitter liqueur or spirit, often both, which aids digestion. Normally an extract of Swiss absinthe is served, or failing that, Jamaican rum, or else simply very old Cognac.

There are two ways of serving the coup du milieu: either the host pours it into small crystal glasses especially designed for this purpose and passes them to each guest, starting on his right; or else a young blonde girl, aged between 15 and 19, wearing no ornament on her head and with her arms bare to above the elbow, serves each guest. She holds a glass tray in her right hand and the bottle in her left and goes around the table serving each guest in succession. They must not take any liberties with this new kind of Hebe, who should be a virgin if possible (though 19-year-old virgins are extremely rare in Paris.

However the coup du milieu is served, no pretext can be used to dispense with drinking it.

Whether all the guests have arrived or not, five minutes before the meal is due to start, the host will appear in the drawing room (unless he is already there). After greeting the guests collectively or individually, the coup d’avant will be served (if this a custom of the house). It consists, as is well known, of a glass of vermouth. The host will then invite his guests to follow him in to the dining room.

Alexandre Balthazar Laurent Grimod de La Reynière, Almanach des gourmands

This is almost cliche now to publish this fabulous exerpt, but what can I do, if everyone else is quoting one of the turest observations in the modern economics on price discrimination…

It is not because of the few thousand francs which would have to be spent to put a roof over the third-class carriage or to upholster the third-class seats that some company or other has open carriages with wooden benches … What the company is trying to do is prevent the passengers who can pay the second-class fare from traveling third class; it hits the poor, not because it wants to hurt them, but to frighten the rich … And it is again for the same reason that the companies, having proved almost cruel to the third-class passengers and mean to the second-class ones, become lavish in dealing with first-class customers. Having refused the poor what is necessary, they give the rich what is superfluous.

Julles Dupuit, “On Tolls and Transport Charges”, 1849

this lobster and shellfish home delivery has been advertised on the radio. I went online to see what it is and saw something I did not expect - kitchy artwork by Salvador Dali put to actual work!

While the Lobster Phone is extremely cheesy by itself, in combination with the utilitarian function, where it’s job is to signify “Lobster home delivery by Phone order” it took kitch to a completley new level.

There is only one thing, that is left to us as art / lobster affectionados - please, sombody, call them up, order a lobster and let me know how is it. Thanks in advance!

Their website is here.

The time has come and here I am.

The info shown here is something about the personal ideas, news, but also mirrors from www.anti-tema.com as well as the upcoming blogs, nature of which I can not disclose.

Anyways, let’s start!

• LOADS of people in California, especially in LA have tatoos
• in New York everyone is trying to fuck you over, even if you do not give them the hint, that you are an easy target
• San Diego has turned out to be a really great town (I truly did not expect it)
• in Nevada you can smoke everywhere, except in the restaurants
• all American airlines are total rubbish, their plains are old, there are no fully reclined seats and no personal entertainment systems. Even in the first class and on long haul flights (with the exception of intercontinental flights - I guess they don’t want to show their primitive traveling habits to the foreigners)
• Americans are really slow in whatever they are doing (not only because they are incompetent, which they are, but also just slow). Therefore there are ques and lines everywhere
• American TV is utter crap (not the big news, everybody knows this. Just wanted to reconfirm)
• in New York you can buy cigarettes at the chemist
• Americans are truly naive (except the New York crowd, who is just dodgy)
• an American has no problem in going to the wrong que (be it 1st class or VIP, despite the fact that he is neither), but it is not the freedom thing - just a lack of the ability to focus
• Americans love their flip flops, especially during the travel