I get mail. This one came today, unsought, unanticipated, and unctuous, from some placement/staffing guy who clearly understands the extensive personnel needs of a writing teacher and sometime scribe:
I am representing the below talented professionals passively seeking their next permanent position.
“Passively seeking…”
I’m so using that one as soon and as often as I can. “I’m passively seeking my Nobel Prize in procrastination…”
(Actually, it made me think of Zombie Eyed Granny Starver Paul Ryan’s non-candidacy for president this year, but that’s another story.)
Consider this a safe-zone thread, open to any and all commentary about anything other than Bernie Sanders’ campaign, character, prospects or destination. Hell, save the Hillary and Drumpf talk too. This one’s for the more comfy* absurdities that attend us every day.
*My fingers sped past my brain in my first attempt at that word: confit. Almost left it that way — I like the idea of confit absurdities.
Image: Johannes Vermeer, A Maid Asleep, c. 1656-1657


The chart to the right is the 2016 Silver prices. As you can see, Ambetter effectively spammed the Exchanges. They had the low cost Silver and then another six plans before the first plan offered by another (high provider reimbursement) insurer. This plan offering configuration means the subsidized individual who chooses the lowest cost Silver pays $3 less per month in out of pocket premiums then they would have if they chose the 2nd Silver.