Two meat Tuesday
From Martial’s Epigrams, “Fortuna multis dat nimis, satis nulli.” (Martial Epigrams, volume III, book XII, number 10)
(“Fortune give too much to many, to none enough.”)
Advertising:
I just got a email notice from the advertising system I use. Pays about ten bucks every year, which isn’t a lot, but after I set it up, there wasn’t a lot of work involved. Better than nothing, that’s for sure, and while I find the ads distasteful, the meager income is welcome.
So the latest announcement, from that company, is that there’s a new pop-up campaign running. Pays well. Nice idea. Except that I find pop-up, pop-under, and just about any other form of redirection terribly offensive.
My dad clipped and sent an article from the Wall Street Journal, and the gist of the material was about how a certain company in Redmond, WA was modifying their business models. Two avenues seem to exist for making money on the web, advertising and subscriptions.
Choice between advertising and subscriptions? Which one is better?
And in the newspaper?
Nice little clip from Houston’s daily rag, about the retail giant’s relative success. Rather a fair and almost balanced article. That’s a real surprise.
Have to admit, I was tickled by the Mexican stand-off, the Chronicle’s headline, between Mexico’s Fox and Venezuela’s Chavez.
Follow-up?
Just a strange connection to something I wrote about the other day.
Cherchez les poissons:
Caught several, but one picture really didn’t do justice to the brim, he was a fighter. Big fighter. Sight fishing, Tuesday morning:
Final thoughts (part 1)?
The death of the UFO? Or death by caffeine?
Final thoughts (part 2):
Catching brim and perch, even if they are big fish, relatively speaking, isn’t really something one wants to be seen doing. I caught several the other morning, then I had a nature channel experience, as that one fish had hooked himself through the eye-socket. Instead of poking his eye out, I cut the line and pulled the hook through, so I had a fish dangling from my finger tips.
A great blue heron was watching me. The small fish gave a mighty heave, and he jumped out of my grasp, only to land himself in about an inch of water at the shoreline. Alive, but just flopping in the muck, not swimming away. I poked at it with my pole, trying to push it out into deeper water, to no avail. But the fish’s actions caught that heron’s gaze. Goes with this week’s Scorpio scope. I walked away, watching the heron watch me and the fish. Gulp. That heron swallowed it whole – the fish still flopping.
