Lots. Yglesias had this today, comparing it to Nora Ephron's story about telling everyone she met who Deep Throat was for years and it never really registering:
One interesting fact of the Madoff story is that while the fact that his so-called hedge fund was a fraud wasn’t exactly common knowledge, it wasn’t much of a secret either:
>Harry Markopolos, an independent fraud investigator and derivatives expert, made it his hobby for nine years to uncover Madoff’s fraud. “Madoff was our fantasy sport,” he tells the Journal. “We wanted him nailed.” […] It features no fewer than 29 “red flags.” Those ranged from his inability to replicate Madoff’s returns to statements like “I have also spoken to the heads of various Wall Street equity derivative trading desks and every single one of the senior managers I spoke with told me that Bernie Madoff was a fraud.”
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We have a large possum living in our walls. Under the bathtub and behind the kitchen cabinets. mr. flea found it opening a kitchen cabinet.
This apparently IN ADDITION to the ceiling squirrels.
Let us not talk of the insect vermin (happily out of season, mostl.)
Some radio program on NPR, I don't recall which, had an interview with a reporter who'd done a story back in...uh, 2000 maybe? about the hinkiness of the Madoff thing. And yet no one blinked. No one bit.
Interesting sidenote on that reporter: she'd gone to work Wall Street, not as a journalist. She was recently laid off.
flea, call them pets!
Um, freaky. I've had skunks and coons living UNDER my house. And had ceiling squirrels in the dorm ( closed off attic was their playground.) But uh... maybe get a terrier? Or a cat? Or a freaking tiger?
I am not opposed to possums. I think they are neat. But inside?
Oh dear flea, that sounds um...interesting.
I got in touch with the facebook highschool friend, so that is all set - postponed until the new year. Kinda odd to talk to someone after 20 years.
there should be no inside possums in my world.
sara: [link] Happy Holidays!
Did she write for Behrens?
People just didn't want to know, did they?
Man, I was doing okay but as soon as I left the office I started feeling extra exhausted. And now, I'm just feeling ooky.
So, I made some instant miso thinking that would make me feel better.
Well, not when you trip over the hem of your pjs and splash hot soup on your fingers.
We are contacting some possum removal people STAT. Ceiling squirrels you can procrastinate on, but not a possum under the tub.
Kat, thank you! Snuggle them for me. And keep practicing my name! (I cannot say how much it tickled me y'all were trying to get Noah to say it.)
