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Jordan Belfort is the biggest Wall Street crook you've never heard of. He was the king of funny business (not in the ha-ha way) during the bull market of the '90s, nicknamed "The Wolf of Wall Street." I profile Belfort on "Business Nation" this month, and you'll learn how he created a brokerage called Stratton Oakmont which functioned like a cult.
Off to the Yakima Valley in Washington to check out this year's apple crop. I'm hearing conflicting stories about whether there are enough pickers this year. Some farmers say they have enough, thanks in part of the homebuilding slump (subprime's silver lining: lower food prices!)
God Bless Wisconsin. Folks, you haven't really seen America until you've watched people wade into a cranberry bog and harvest one of the few fruits native to this continent. Better yet, put on waders and do the work yourself. I've done just that at Bill and Sandy Hatch's Dandy Creek Marsh, outside Wyeville, WI, population 146. People here could not be nicer.
Today I'm flying to Wisconsin, where Friday you will see me standing knee deep in a flooded cranberry bog. How cool is that? CNBC has been berry berry good to Jane.
Here are your responses to my recent reports on foreclosures (here and here) in California. Mike from NY says people got talked into buying a house when they had no business doing so: "...all these people thought they were Donald Trump."
There's nothing funny about today's post, other than the funny money that went into mortgages. I am on the ground on Henry Long Blvd. in Stockton, CA. This is truly the epicenter of the foreclosure earthquake. I would say one out of every eight homes in this neighborhood is for sale: and you know which ones are vacant because the lawns are dead.
Today I am in Stockton, California. A lot of what you eat comes from Stockton, a major center of Central Valley agriculture. I wouldn't exactly call it a garden spot, but it has kind of come up in the world as an affordable commuter community for people working in Sacramento or even the Bay Area (an hour and a half away).
Another century, another O.J. Simpson trial. Las Vegas is gearing up for the ka-ching the media circus will bring to town. All the hotel rooms and meals that Marcia Clark and friends will take up covering the event should create quite a cash infusion. The bar tab alone will bail out several waitresses caught in the Vegas subprime meltdown.
There is a group of do-gooders based in St. Louis who hold blood drives and sell t-shirts and generally try to educate people about how best to prepare for disaster. Any disaster. Like, even the ultimate-worst-horrible-oh-my-goodness-I-can't-believe-this-is-happening-to-me kind of disaster. Just would that disaster be? Well, the group is called the Zombie Squad (or ZS), and it claims the worst of the worst is... zombies.
What more can be said about the Fed's rate cut? Did Greenspan get us into this mess? Is Bernanke caving in getting us out? Are both trying to be popular? Here's my question: is Greenspan suddenly like Britney (we thought he was so hot but now...), while Bernanke is K-Fed (a strange background ornament who suddenly looks responsible)?
Last week I blogged about a study from Washington University linking gas prices to obesity. The study proclaimed that for every $1 rise in a gallon of gas, we should see a 15% drop in obesity levels over five years, because people would walk or ride bikes more, and they'd have less money to eat fatty restaurant food.
This post will test a theory I have that management doesn't read this blog. Management doesn't even know who Fake Jane is, much to Fake Jane's dismay. I was hoping the new business network from "Down Under Man" (or someone who could be named Murdoch) might reach out to Fake Jane, but it has not.
So I'm in Las Vegas, naturally on the day O.J. Simpson is questioned over an alleged robbery. It's an evolving story. Seems he's being named a suspect in the case though he says his involvement was part of a 'sting' operation to get the stuff back.
Here's the funny thing about the business of Hollywood (okay, ONE funny thing, there are a million others): you can never predict what characters will stand the test of time. In an effort to nudge more Americans to plan for disasters, the McCormick Tribune Foundation surveyed people about which fictional character they'd like help from during an emergency.
Now we know why Europeans are thinner than we are. It has nothing to do with diet. It's because they pay so much more for gasoline. What? It's true! At least according to a study by a doctoral student from Washington University in St. Louis.
I admit I'm a sucker for toilet humor. Sure, I'm a professional, mature working mother who goes to church and pays her taxes. All very Harriet Nelson-esque. But tell me a fart joke, and I laugh so hard I cry. Maybe it's because I grew up with three brothers who used to hold various disgusting contests. I won't go into details. Use your imagination.
Wanna lose weight? Use the "self check-out" line at the grocery store. That's according to a survey done on, wait, what's this? A survey determining that "self check-out" is great! The study, done by IHL Consulting, says one reason self check-out is great is because the average woman could lose 4.1 pounds a year scanning and bagging her own!
I'm here outside Edwards Air Force Base holding up a dead chicken on TV. Naturally! Actually, I am doing a story on how the military plans to test jet fuel made from chicken fat ("Yes, Erin and Mark now chickens can finally fly! Ha! ha... heh).
We have been sweltering out here in the West, which leads me to my two favorite hot business pitches: First... they're trying to get people to come up to the Canadian Rockies to celebrate the centennial of Jasper National Park. The pitch: come to the newly-refurbished Miette Hot Springs! Uh, ok. I did a little research.
I have found it. The perfect contest for the miserable office worker. Acco Brands is sponsoring America’s Ugliest Office. Enter at www.americasugliestoffice.com and you have a shot at either a 42” HDTV, or a TRIP TO HAWAII. Talk about bringing hope to the downtrodden! One mock-up of an ugly office has the chair doubling as a toilet, so you never have to leave. Nice. The contest runs through Nov. 30, and, so far, Jerry’s home office in Columbus gets my vote.