Monthly Archive for March, 2009

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Six Boomers Who Inherited Mega-bucks

1. Anderson Cooper is Gloria Vanderbilt’s son, which definitely resulted in a privileged lifestyle: he was photographed by Diane Arbus as a baby, appeared on The Tonight Show at the age of three and modeled for Ford Models between the ages of 10 and 13. But life wasn’t all rosy: his dad died when he was just 10 and his older brother committed suicide by jumping out of the window of a 14th-floor apartment building when Anderson was just 21. He graduated from Yale and hoped to get his foot in the door at ABC just answering phones, but couldn’t even get that job. Eventually he landed a gig with Channel One as a fact checker and has been on the rise ever since.

2. Carly Simon’s dad is the “Simon” of Simon and Schuster: he co-founded it.

3. Linda McCartney was an heiress, but not to the obvious. Her maiden name was Eastman, and when she once told a reporter that her family had nothing to do with the Eastman-Kodak company, Paul feigned being upset and said, “What? I’ve been had!” But Linda was an heiress: her mother was Louise Lindner Eastman, whose dad founded Lindner Department Stores.

4. Glenn Close’s father was once the personal physician to Mobutu Sese Seko, the President of Zaire. Her grandfather was an investment banker and director of the American Hospital Association who was first married to Post Cereals’ heiress Marjorie Merriweather Post. This didn’t make her the heiress to the Post fortune, though – Glenn’s mother was her father’s second wife.

5. Oliver Stone’s father was a prominent stockbroker in New York. His dad was anxious for him to follow in the family footsteps and arranged for him to attend all of the best schools and even work at a French financial exchange. He was admitted to Yale but dropped out twice, although he eventually attended film school at NYU. As you can see, that worked out for him.

6. Ed Norton’s mother Robin was an English teacher and his father Edward Sr. was an attorney and one-time federal prosecutor under the Carter administration, who now works for the National Trust for Historic Preservation. His grandfather was James Rouse. Rouse was a famed architect and developer who had earned his reputation overseeing such projects as Boston’s Faneuil Hall and Baltimore’s Harborplace, not to mention the community development in Columbia, Maryland, where his grandson would be raised.

Boomer Jim Cramer Took the High Road Against Jon Stewart


cramer_3-19b I used to be a regular watcher of Jim Cramer’s Mad Money. That’s back when I had more money in the market (didn’t we all?) and was enjoying watching my money grow. We never made a purchase based only on his shouting, but it was encouraging to have him tout a stock we owned.

I never sold a stock based on his shouting, either. Apparently, lots of sheep followed his every move and comedian Jon Stewart decided he would be the arbiter who is at fault for the recession.

He decided it was Jim Cramer.

Cramer was on the Today Show talking about Stewart’s indignation that Cramer didn’t save us from the recession.

How did the Mad Money Mad Man react when Meredith Vieira said:

“He was tough on you,” she said. “You had a rough week. He was very tough on you, very tough on CNBC.”

Here is is classy explanation when he told Stewart he would try harder.

“That was an attempt, as it was throughout the interview, to take a high road, which I was brought up to think was a good thing to do,” he said. “Sometimes high roads aren’t well greeted in the media. But I believe that you should always try to do better.

He took the high road.

Attaboy Jimmy.

Microsoft Research Led By Baby Boomers, Is This the Problem?


Here we go again.
I’ve written about how the Chief Research and Strategy Officer for Microsoft is a Boomer, maybe a little older.
Now a geek tech writer is just all giddy because he heard from Bill Buxton, another sixty year old researcher with Microsoft.

But the excitement—and plenty of it—was how the first MIX09 keynote began. With a bang. Bill Buxton, principal researcher, Microsoft research, stormed the MIX09 stage. What a start! He was the right answer to the geek-fest in Austin and iPhone love-in in Cupertino. The 60-year-old showed that excellence knows no age, and that Baby Boomers can teach something to tech-savvy GenXers and Net Geners.

(emphasis mine)

Joe Wilcox, eWeek

Joe Wilcox, eWeek

But Joe Wilcox who was covering the meeting for eWeek made this crack.

But was Bill being a Baby Boomer (emphasis mine) or does he understand something essential about the tactile nature of design? He asserted that the Post-It note is the best medium for sketching out ideas.

What the hell does that mean? “being a Baby Boomer?” He just couldn’t let it go… that a sixty year old still can outthink 25-35 year olds. I’m guessing that Joe Wilcox is a baby boomer and just tweaking somebody with an inside joke. But we’ll never know.

He might just be a prick like his boss.

Bill Gates is a Prick.

My Old Irish Tail

Francesco wrote today…

Few cultures have as rich of a literary tradition as the Irish. And few literary traditions are as steeped in abject sadness, soul-crushing squalor and pub-related fatalities as that of the Irish autobiography. Yet each year we continue to be enthralled by books from authors that by all accounts should not have lived past birth. In honor of these fine men and women I present, via Francesco, the following template to help you pen your own award-winning Irish memoir, Mad Libs style. For example:

(gerund)
(vegetable)
(town’s sole economic lifeline)
(dearest childhood possession)
(body part of which there is only one).
(complete surname)
(chemical element for water)
(choose a gender)
(proper noun)
(verb)
(entrance other than door)
(woman’s name other than “Mom”)
(inanimate object)
(gimp extremity)
(colorful Gaelic phrase for “open cutlery drawer”).
(double-digit number)
(imagine the worst job possible for a woman, then imagine it occurring inside an underground factory).
(oh hell, you decide)
(medical term for “the sniffles”)

Now go visit Francesco and see where to plug your Mad Libs…

I Can’t Find Me Legs: A Tale of Growing Up Poor, Catholic and Eventually Blind in Ireland
By Going Like Sixty
It was day three of the Blessed Feast of the Prolonged Consumption and Father O’Hurley had just finished flogging me in the abbey. I put on the clothes my dear, defeated mother had fashioned me from discarded radishes and quickly ran past the abandoned Corvettes—only to learn that my dog had been sold to help pay for the removal of my wee brother’s sphincter.

These were tough times for the McSixty clan. A blight had destroyed all the Hydrogen, and we had just burned the last of the females in the house to stay warm. Still, we had faith in our M & M’s that He would be merciful and soon run the lot of us in our sleep.

Soon after I arrived home my father stumbled in through the coal chute, reeking of whiskey and Princess Diana. “Damn the cursed English!” he yelled at our pet drawer before his faulty elbow gave out and he crashed face first into the bolloxed knife tray.

With my father now dead, it was up to my mother to raise me and my69 siblings, which she did by getting a job in anus smelling establishment. Unfortunately, a few hours later while walking back from the prostitute cannery she was struck from behind, both sides and above from dog turds. She eventually died from phlegmengitus.

Twenty years later I moved to America.

Geo-Anatomy


THE GEOGRAPHY OF A WOMAN

Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa, half discovered, half wild, fertile and naturally beautiful!

Between 23 and 30, a woman is like Europe, well developed and open to trade, especially for someone with cash.

Between 31 and 35, a woman is like Spain, very hot, relaxed and convinced of her own beauty.

Between 36 and 40, a woman is like Greece, gently aging but still a warm and desirable place to visit.

Between 41 and 50, a woman is like Great Britain, with a glorious and all conquering past.

Between 51 and 60, a woman is like Ireland, has been through war and doesn’t make the same mistakes twice, takes care of business.

Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Canada, self-preserving, but open to meeting new people.

After 70, she becomes Belize, wildly beautiful, with a mysterious past and the wisdom of the ages…only those with an adventurous spirit and a thirst for spiritual knowledge visit there.

THE GEOGRAPHY OF A MAN

Between 1 and 70, a man is like Iran – Ruled by Nuts.