Wednesday, March 4, 2015

This Is Not the 1950s

Just thought I'd mention it for those who are confused.

March 4, 2015
A Blueprint for a Bond Bear Market?

A much better comparison, if you want to make one, would be the 1950s. At the start of 1950 the 10 year yielded 2.3%. It rose throughout the decade and finished at 4.7%.

We know this isn't the 1950s because, as seen in the following link, we aren't coming out of World War 2.

February 12, 2015

The robot will check you in, take your bags, and escort you to your room in a new Japanese hotel that hopes to free itself of human employees.

When one starts with the premise that a bond bear market will soon unfold then one can can find all sorts of interesting rationalizations to support one's theory.

Might just as well rule out another theory while I am here. As much as many might wish to see a 1950s Elvis reappear, I'm sorry to say that we're more than likely stuck with Bieber.


Stagflationary Mark said...

I love that the hotel hopes to free itself of human employees, as if human employees are a virus that needs to be eradicated.

Then again, I thoroughly enjoyed the Matrix. Wouldn't want to live in one though.

Anonymous said...

This robot hotel sounds like a developer scam taken to the next level.

But, i donno, maybe I should "invest" and get in on the ground-floor (so to speak).

Stagflationary Mark said...


As an introvert and a cheapskate, I'd seek out a nearly fully automated hotel. However, as an introvert and a cheapskat, I don't tend to travel much. It's been quite a few years since I have stayed in a hotel. Go figure.

Stagflationary Mark said...

The same goes for restaurants. My favorite is Taco Time. I am very friendly with the servers and tip well, but generally prefer to eat where they don't exist, as an introvert.

The more expensive the restaurant the less comfortable I feel, and little of it is due to the expense. I just generally find it less relaxing to interact with those on commission (and those working for tips are).

Put another way, an expensive restaurant is not my idea of a good time on many levels. Perhaps my ex-wife has a lot to fo with that. She got very upset when I asked for one of my favorite drinks: a root beer. I tried to explain that I'm not there to impress the waiter. That argument didn't work for her. She apparently was. Sigh.

mab said...

Just thought I'd mention it for those who are confused.


If I didn't know better, I'd think that the system was set up to keep us confused.

Good thing I don't know any better.

Being confused is a blessing. It makes it way easier to blindly believe "expert" eCONomists. It also makes it way easier to hand over ones hard earned money to well agented money managers.

Creepy Robots? Robots do what they are programmed to do. Same deal with people. Creepy indeed!

Stagflationary Mark said...


Perhaps being confused is just a state of mime.

1. Thinking inside the box.
2. Trapped by illusionary walls.
3. No way to complain.
4. Provide entertainment for others.

MIME - More Interest Made Easily

I swear the interest is coming! Just need to be patient! This economy will soon generate enough interest so that everyone can retire comfortably!!

That's right! Robots everywhere and nobody will need a job! Prosoerity, baby. That's what I'm talking about.

Or not.

Anonymous said...

Yeah, I don't mind a robotic hotel as much as I mind a robotic hotel with human looking robots.

I wonder what the purpose is? Maybe to make the extroverts feel ok. You'd think that if you were designing a robot for functionality the last thing you'd want is to base the design on humans.

Wouldn't it be better to have the bell-hop be a dog? And the robots that clean the rooms could be elephants with vacuums in their trunks. Actually, as far as the rooms go, wouldn't it be better to have the entire room be like a giant dishwasher, and when the guest leaves the room is run through a cleaning-cycle? Hell, for extra money, the guest could be in the room during the cleaning-cycle and that would allow the guest to skip a shower in the morning.

(I'm going to click the "I'm not a robot" box now).

Stagflationary Mark said...



The 1974 World's Fair was held In Spokane, WA. It was just a hop, skip, and a jump from me. I was 10 years old.

What is the most memorable moment for me? It was a metal goat that doubled as a garbage can. It had a vacuum in its mouth. Every kid (myself included) was desperate to find garbage to feed it.

I swear there wasn't a scrap of litter on the ground within 1000 yards of that goat. No idea why the idea never took off. Want a clean city? Install metal goats and let human kids do the work for free.

Win win.

begob said...

"Perhaps being confused is just a state of mime."

Ah, he's fat-thumbed the iPhone again.

But no - it's just more terrifying sracsam. Cousin of cthulhu.

Stagflationary Mark said...


Lovecraft? The Shadow Out of Mime! ;)