Good luck.
I took the afternoon off after updating my blog. Cleaned off a chair and sat in the sun for a while, trying to get to the end of "Atlas Shrugged." I'm now in territory of which I have absolutely no recollection, and not far from the end... but it gets depressing. And then I go and pick up the latest issue of "National Review" and it reminds me of "Atlas Shrugged." So I go and pick up the WSJ and it reminds me of... "National Review" and "Atlas Shrugged." Sigh.
But there were a couple of articles of interest that I clipped -- one for work, in which Indiana's governor is refusing to support cap&trade. I am mentioning cap&trade in the article I've drafted. I also noted it in a talk I began giving 3 years ago; the topic had disappeared in subsequent versions of my talk but will likely reappear in one I'm now giving in the midwest month after next.
Certainly a timely point of discussion. But I think it should be pronounced "cap on trade".
Gee, life imitating art. Again.
Why are we the least bit surprised, anymore?