Bad Blog Quoting

BlogMy favorite blog just happens to be on economics. It is Paul Krugman’s The Conscience of a Liberal. There are several other economics blogs that I read regularly. I am very fond of Robert Reich’s site, although it isn’t really a blog. There are three other blogs that I regularly read: Dean Baker’s Beat the Press, Brad DeLong’s Grasping Reality with the Invisible Hand, and Mark Thoma’s Economist’s View. Despite what I’m about to say, they are all excellent.

I read these guys for two reasons:

  1. They are way smarter than I, and (with all due humility, which is not much) that’s saying something.
  2. Economics makes my little physicist brain hurt.[1]

The Solo Quote

Some of this blogging is a waste, because they all read and quote each other (except for Reich, who, as I said, isn’t really blogging). The worst offender is Brad DeLong because he will often quote entire articles of other people. In these cases, he adds nothing. Okay, not nothing. He tells me about the existence of someone else’s work. But this isn’t the way to do it. Especially in DeLong’s case, he often quotes very long articles. This is unethical, because if the reader wants the whole article, he should go to the original site. It is also a waste of time. For example, in JOSEPH GOEBBELS LIVEBLOGS WORLD WAR II: JANUARY 4, 1942, he quotes the entire original article. Instead, he could have just provided a link and the title (which he neglects), which tells what the article contains and whether it is worth the reader’s time: Goebbels’ Plea for Clothing for Troops on the Russian Front & Hitler’s Proclamation (December 20, 1941). It would also be nice if DeLong would add a paragraph to explain why we might care.

Mark Thoma does the same thing, but even more often. It makes matters worse that he often quotes entire articles that I have already read. This is surprising, because Thoma also provides daily lists of articles worth reading.

Quoting is Great

I am all for bloggers quoting other bloggers. But it is important to add value. All of these men have a lot of value to add. But they error when they just transmit someone else’s writing. If it is important enough to quote, it is important enough to expand.


[1] In general, I don’t think Monty Python is that funny. Compared to That Mitchell and Webb Look or Fry and Laurie, they are downright pathetic. But they do have their moments and “My brain hurts!” is one of my favorite catch phrases.

The Gift That Keeps on Killing

VietnamThis picture is probably more responsible for turning the tide against the Vietnam War than any other, including the infamous photo of Thich Quang Duc’s self-immolation.[1] Like most people, I’m not too fond of guns. True: I would rather be killed by a bullet in the head than flames covering my body. Also true: guns don’t kill people, bullets kill people. But it is a whole lot harder to set someone on fire than to shot them. Similarly, a bullet thrown is relatively harmless.

In order to buy a gun in the United States, you must submit to a background check. The FBI performs those checks, so they know how many people are buying guns. Well, kind of. There are three things that complicate matters:

  1. Not all background checks pass. A whopping 1.3% of checks fail. Only 98.7% of gun buyers are allowed! What an outrage!
  2. The background check only applies to the person, who may buy more than a single gun. Many more.
  3. Many people buy guns at gun shows where background checks are not performed

All this means that the total number of background checks is a fair estimate of the number of guns sold in the United States. But if it is wrong, it is low; there are almost certainly more guns sold than background checks requested. So how many guns are Americans buying? According to Opposing Views, last year (2010), the FBI processed a record-breaking 14,409,616 background checks. This year? With a week left, the FBI processed a new record-breaking 1,534,414 requests!

Why is this? Could it be that crime is on the rise? Not according to the FBI:

Crime

The issue seems to be gift giving. The two days with the most gun sales were both this year (again with a week left in 2011, so who knows). On December 23, there were 102,222 background checks processed. But that’s nothing compared to Black Friday this year when there were 129,166. “Merry Christmas! Now go honor of Price of Peace by killing something!”

Americans are just crazy.


[1] For those interested, here is the photo. Be warned: it is horrific. I first saw the picture over 30 years ago and it still haunts me. The great and unfortunately late (he died a couple miles from me due to the bad driving of a graduate student) David Halberstam wrote:

I was to see that sight again, but once was enough. Flames were coming from a human being; his body was slowly withering and shriveling up, his head blackening and charring. In the air was the smell of burning human flesh; human beings burn surprisingly quickly.[2] Behind me I could hear the sobbing of the Vietnamese who were now gathering. I was too shocked to cry, too confused to take notes or ask questions, too bewildered to even think … As he burned he never moved a muscle, never uttered a sound, his outward composure in sharp contrast to the wailing people around him.

[2] Halberstam was a great man, but he is wrong. Human beings who have been doused with gasoline burn surprisingly quickly. In general, human beings burn rather poorly because of their high water content.

Reality TV Not So Real

Fear FactorI hate reality television for a number of reasons. The first is a worker’s complaint: there is far less use of writers. (But don’t kid yourself: reality shows use writers just as game shows—which are just the oldest form of reality shows—use writers.) Another complaint is that all reality shows depend upon producers working behind the scenes to enhance the reality. Thus: reality shows are anything but reality. Yet another problem is that despite the writers and the producers, very often nothing actually happens on these shows. And thus they depend upon the editing and music departments.

Voice-over with low, somber strings. “Will Tim’s right testicle fall off?” Close-up of Tim. “Ouch!” he exclaims. The strings build. “Find out when we return.”

Or something like that.

I have long wondered why people would publicly humiliate themselves by going on reality shows. Friends have suggested that the real attraction of participating in these shows is the money. But they think this because they don’t understand that acting is a winner take all market—one in which those at the top make huge amounts of money but the rest make very little. To give you one example, when Robert Downey Jr. was down and out, he was paid only a half million dollars to star in the first Iron Man film. But after the success of that movie and Sherlock Holmes, he was paid $12.5 million for Iron Man 2 (a much worse film).

How much do people get paid for being on a reality show? According to AskVille [Amazon link dead], participants make between $750 and $5,000 per episode. For fulltime shows where the cameras are around all the time, the pay is normally $750 to $900 per week. Obviously, these people are not getting rich. Stars get paid more, of course. Donald Trump got $100,000 per episode for the second season of The Apprentice.[1] Celebrities on Dancing With the Stars can make up to a quarter million dollars if they last all the way to the end. In general, stars (and that’s pretty broadly defined these days) make between $10,000 and $25,000 per episode of any given reality show.

So if it isn’t the money, why do non-stars go on reality shows? I think that Will Wilkinson nails it: vanity. And there is a real problem here: it makes us look a lot worse than we are.

Reality TV selects for vain, emotionally volatile extroverts. Fear Factor doesn’t prove that, as a general matter, Americans will eat bugs for money. It proves that Americans who won’t eat bugs for money don’t show up at casting calls for Fear Factor… [I]t does suggest that America contains a huge number of vain, emotionally volatile extroverts.

I still think it speaks poorly of us that we watch this kind of stuff. But it is no worse than the parade of outrage that we get 24/7 on Fox News. Sure, the entertainment providers make matters worse, but there is something deep inside us that wants to gawk at the worst that we are.


[1] With $100,000, I could pretty much retire—that’s the kind of life I lead. But this kind of money shows without a doubt that Trump is lying when he says he is a billionaire. He would have to do The Apprentice for 500 years to make a billion dollars.

Ostentatious Religiosity Should Be Laughed At

If it weren’t for his ostentatious religiosity, I doubt that anyone would know who Tim Tebow was. So it is ironic that there is such an uproar when there is a little push back against his annoying public displays of religious faith. Bill Maher’s tweet was right on target: “Wow, Jesus just fucked Tim Tebow bad! And on Xmas Eve! Somewhere in hell Satan is tebowing, saying to Hitler ‘Hey, Buffalo’s killing them.'” I mean, what is all that on-field praying all about anyway?

I don’t think anyone really cares about Tebow’s prayers. But they do care about how much positive attention he gets for it. Yeah, the guy is very religious. Do we care? No we don’t. Just shut up about it! And if he were of any other faith, all those who applaud him would be making fun of him. Just like Saturday Night Live:

What’s the Matter with America?

What's the Matter with Kansas?Thomas Frank’s What’s the Matter with Kansas reminds me of my youth when I was involved with the Rose Bird reconfirmation election. That election was all about the death penalty, and eventually she was removed from office because she had never voted to uphold a death penalty case.[1] This was not, of course, the reason that the power behind the campaign was against her. The Bird court was consistently on the side of individuals and small businesses going up against large corporations. In the end, the little people (the powerless) were manipulated to gleefully vote against their own self-interest in the name of an irrelevant issue. Because the governor at the time was Republican, California got an extremely conservative (pro-business, anti-individual) court.

What’s the matter with Kansas is the same thing that is the matter everywhere: people get confused about what their own interests are. And there is no end in sight. That’s why What’s the Matter with Kansas? is such a depressing read. However, Frank is very amusing as he paints this extended picture of humanity’s decline. Again and again, he writes variations of this sentence that sums up the whole book, “For decades Americans have experienced a populist uprising that only benefits the people it is supposed to be targeting.”

He is never so good as in the last chapter of the book:

Behold the political alignment that Kansas is pioneering for us all. The corporate world — for reasons having a great deal to do with its corporateness — blankets the nation with a cultural style designed to offend and to pretend-subvert: sassy teens in Skechers flout the Man; bigoted churchgoing moms don’t tolerate their daughters’ cool liberated friends; hipsters dressed in T-shirts reading “FCUK” snicker at the suits who just don’t get it. It’s meant to be offensive, and Kansas is duly offended. The state watches impotently as its culture, beamed in from the coasts, becomes coarser and more offensive by the year. Kansas aches for revenge. Kansas gloats when celebrities say stupid things; it cheers when movie stars go to jail. And when two female rock stars exchange a lascivious kiss on national TV, Kansas goes haywire. Kansas screams for the heads of the liberal elite. Kansas comes running to the polling place. And Kansas cuts those rock stars’ taxes.

What’s the Matter with Kansas? is an excellent book. But I can’t recommend it. It tells us what we already know in far more detail than we ever wanted.


[1] Two other justices were removed at the same time: Cruz Reynoso and Joseph Grodin.

Disappointed in Obama—Again

ObamaI don’t suppose it matters because I’ve already told you I wouldn’t vote for you in 2012 because of the debt ceiling debacle, but you’ve annoyed me even more with your move about not vetoing the defense authorization.

The Republican Party only believes in power. The Democratic Party is much better in this regard. But it is hard to make that argument with decisions like this.

Don’t you believe in anything? It sure isn’t clear.

The Meaning of Marlene on the Wall

Marlene DietrichSuzanne Vega’s Marlene on the Wall was one of the great pop songs of my youth, but its meaning was always murky to me. Over the weekend, I happened to hear the song again. For the first time, its meaning became clear.

It is well known that the Marlene on the Wall in this song is a picture (poster, painting) of Marlene Dietrich. Below is Susanne Vega in 1996 doing Marlene on the Wall with an introduction about how it came to be written. The story is a little confusing, because Vega merges how she came to admire Dietrich with how she happened to write the song. [The video is no longer available. Thanks to commenter RichardP, here is a different recording with the introduction.]

Here is the quotation from the concert. It shows that she is not talking about the start of the song, but rather the start of her adoration of Dietrich:

It was written for the actress Marlene Dietrich. That’s the Marlene that I am talking about in this song. And the very first time that I ever saw Marlene Dietrich was one night when I was watching television, I was in my apartment sitting in the East Village in New York City which is where I’m from. So there I was and I turned on the TV set. It was one of those old sets that take a while to warm up.

So I turned on the knob and you get the little tiny dot in the middle of the screen. And I hear this man’s voice saying, “You have lead many men to death with your body.” I was like “All right!” because I didn’t see anything, you know, I didn’t know who the guy was, who he was talking to. And for a split second I had this fantasy, what if someone came to my door and said that to me? What would I say? And I thought that I would probably apologize. I would probably be like “Oh, I’m terribly sorry, are you sure it was me? It might have been so-and-so down the hall.” So, I was curious to know what who ever he was talking to would say.

Of course right then the picture came on and there’s Marlene Dietrich’s beautiful face in close-up. And her answer, of course, which is the only proper and logical one “Give me a kiss.” So right from that moment I was just hooked. I watched the rest of the movie. I became a huge Marlene Dietrich fan. The photograph on the wall I’m singing about in the song, is one that someone had given me, back in the days when I was hanging out at Folk City. They gave it to me because they knew that I was a fan of hers. I had it framed and had it on my wall. The song is written from the point of view of the photograph of Marlene Dietrich looking down into my bedroom at that point when I was in my early twenties.[1]

Marlene DumasIt is usually a mistake for artists to talk about their work. I wish that Vega had not made the title character concrete, because I think it would be even more interesting to consider that it was a Marlene Dumas painting. But Marlene Dietrich is interesting, and the whole idea of adding the perspective of a painting hanging on a wall is very clever.

Verse 1

“Marlene on the Wall” starts out with its two fundamental themes: apathy and violence. The first verse:

Even if I am in love with you
All this to say, what’s it to you?
Observe the blood, the rose tattoo
Of the fingerprints on me from you.

She is saying that she’s unsure of why she is in this relationship, but whatever it might be, it can’t be outweighed by the violence that she suffers at the hands of her partner. However, she is vague about this violence. The bruising—”rose tattoo”—does not come from fists or other tools of torture. In fact, fingerprints imply someone trying to hold on. I imagine a large male hand grasping a thin female wrist.

Regardless of the kind of violence, this opening verse clearly says that the singer is unclear about whether she wants to be in this relationship, even apart from the violence she is subjected to.

Verse 2

The plot thickens in the second verse:

Other evidence has shown
That you and I are still alone
We skirt around the danger zone
And don’t talk about it later.

Here she continues her clinical appraisal of the relationship in “Marlene on the Wall.” The main problem seems to be that the partners are alone despite their physical proximity. It is easy to conclude that the “danger zone” that she is talking about refers to the violence of the first verse. I think this is wrong. When she talks about the danger zone, she is talking about the area where people are close to being truthful to one another. I’m sure we’ve all had relationships where we could never quite get past the play acting, which is the foundation of most human interactions, into being truthful with the vulnerability that requires.

Refrain

Then she comes to the refrain:

Marlene watches from the wall
Her mocking smile says it all
As she records the rise and fall
Of every soldier passing.

But the only soldier now is me
I’m fighting things I cannot see
I think it’s called my destiny
That I am changing.

Marlene on the wall.

Vega does something very strange. She’s been singing in the second person to her lovers, but here she switches suddenly to an introspective third person through the vale of Marlene Dietrich.[2] The implication is that her encounters with men are at their places. At home, she is alone. Also, it would seem, she only really exists when she is alone. Hence the third person narrative when she is away with her lovers.

The use of the soldier as a metaphor serves two purposes. First, it reinforces the violent subtext of the song. Second, and even more important, it puts forth the idea of a line of men—serial monogamy. At this point—during the first refrain—this seems to be the extent of her changing: from one abusive man to another.

Verse 3

Vega complicates matters in the third verse:

I walk to your house in the afternoon
By the butcher’s shop with the sawdust strewn
“Don’t give away the goods too soon”
Is what she might have told me

Here she continues the effective but confusing second person point of view. The first two lines make clear that the singer is not forced into this relationship—she goes of her own free will, if indeed any of us have such a thing. Mostly, however, she is speculating about the advice that Marlene Dietrich would give her, but which she (as we see shortly) doesn’t follow: don’t give yourself away to these awful men.

Verse 4

In the last verse, she resolves the plot and shows growth of the singer:

And I tried so hard to resist
When you held me in your handsome fist
And reminded me of the night we kissed
And of why I should be leaving

Here she comes back to the original violent image of “Marlene on the Wall.” But it is contrasted with her memory of their first meeting, which we can assume was much more gentle—no fists were used that night. This contrast tells her that she should not be in this relationship. I choose to believe that this insight is enough to change her behavior, but of course, a darker reading is possible.

When she repeats the refrain, Vega changes the word “soldier” to “men,” to make it concrete. She is, shall we say, past speaking about her relationships in terms of metaphor. As such, her claim that “I am changing” sounds far more credible; now she may be changing in a more fundamental way, away from her dysfunctional relationships to something better, if only to being alone with Marlene Dietrich. It is due to this that “Marlene on the Wall” is hopeful despite its dark themes.


[1] She is likely referring to the 1931 film Dishonored, but she misquotes it.

[2] Note that Vega is incorrect in the video above when she talks about the POV of her song.

Up with Chris Hayes Goes Down

Up with Chris HayesToday is the beginning of the end for Up with Chris Hayes. I had wondered recently how long the new show would manage to continue to be unapologetically liberal. This morning, for the first time in its young history (as far as I know), it had two conservative panelists—who just happened to get far more talking time than their liberal peers. Yes, the conservatives (Elise Jordan and Reihan Salam) are not of the wacky persuasion. But I fear that is just a matter of time. Up with Chris Hayes in 2014 might well have a panel of Charles Krauthammer, George Will, David Brooks, and Leslie Sanchez. Sanchez is the liberal.

Artists and Sell Outs

I was watching some news program online and there was an ad for Hyundai:

I had seen it many time before and I had come to the conclusion that the voice on it couldn’t be Jeff Bridges; it had to be some anonymous voice actor doing Jeff Bridges. How wrong I was.

I found a list of more than ten stars who were hocking for different car companies. It included people who I tend to think of as serious artists: Richard Dreyfus and Robert Downey Jr. What were they doing? Was this just about money? That’s the only conclusion I can come up with, even though these people are already very wealthy.

This act calls all their work into question. I understand that fans always hate it when artists do commercials. Oingo Boingo fans hated it when the band did a Bud commercial:

But they weren’t rich guys piling extra cash into their already bulging bank accounts. Many band members were worse than broke. They were selling themselves so they could continue to be artists.[1] The same can be said about Orson Welles’ infamous Paul Masson commercials, which are still wonderful despite themselves (That voice!):

These commercial “sell outs” can be forgiven or even applauded. But Jeff Bridges?[2]

To my mind, no one stands out as the paragon of an artist like Jane Siberry. At this point in her career, she could live well giving expensive concerts and selling her music catalog. Instead, she travels the world giving micro-concerts and giving away her catalog; she provides all of her albums, except the last two, in MP3 format for free on her website [See no longer does. -FM]. Here she is doing the charming “Marry Me”:[3]

I don’t know Siberry, but I assume that she has made enough money to support the kind of life she has always wanted: an artist’s life. But what are we to make of Richard Dreyfus and Robert Downey Jr. and Jeff Bridges? If they ever were artists, they have gotten extremely off course.[4]


[1] It doesn’t hurt that the commercial is rather good and very Oingo Boingo.

[2] I don’t have any data for Jeff Bridges, but Robert Downey Jr. was paid $12.5 million for the dreadful Iron Man 2.

[3] I can’t help it. Jane Siberry created a song that more than any other piece of art captures what it is like to be dumped. The video, although not worse than other videos of that time, is no better. But the song! The song!

[4] What does it take to become a star? If we are to believe William Goldman, it requires a singular focus on becoming a star. It may involve creating art, but that is not the point. So I probably should not be surprised.

Carole Slade Saves Tobias Smollett

Carole SladeFor years, I’ve noticed these special classics published and sold by Barnes & Noble. I’ve never bought one, probably because the bindings seemed to be poor. But yesterday, over at Treehorn Books, I found a used copy of their Don Quixote for $5—only half its already low cover price of $9.95. I can rarely pass up a used copy of anything by Cervantes, so I snatched it up. The book is in pretty good shape. It looks like it has been read only once. But despite this the spine is badly bowed. This is always a problem with long books, but here it seems somewhat extreme.

This edition is based upon Tobias Smollett’s 1755 translation[1], but it is so much more. I already have The Modern Library Classics edition of Don Quixote that is also based upon the Smollett translation. Other than an introduction by Carlos Fuentes and rather meager notes by Stephanie Kirk, this edition does not offer a great deal. The Barnes & Noble edition, however, is a real gem. According to the back cover:

Barnes & Noble Classics offers readers quality editions of enduring works at affordable prices. Each edition presents new scholarship with commentaries, viewpoints, chronologies, notes, and discussion questions.

As grand as this sounds, it actually understates how good this book is. To begin with, the editor, Carole Slade, did not simply modernize the spelling of Smollett’s translation. She re-translated parts of it that she found unclear or too archaic—a common problem with all the Don Quixote translations, at least up to Putnam’s 1949 translation.

As impressed as I am that Slade retranslated parts of Smollett’s Don Quixote, the truth is that I don’t know this translation well enough to say what she did. I picked over The Modern Library version and was unable to locate any differences. What does stand out is the collection of abundant notes that Slade added to the text. What’s more, these are provided as footnotes rather than endnotes, which makes them far more useful.[2] One of these notes I found particularly interesting:

Sancho’s donkey, to which Smollett here gives a name [Dapple]; Cervantes does not name the donkey, variously referring to it as asno or jumento (ass or donkey). I have retained Smollett’s name for it from here forward.

Putnam mentioned that the traditional name for Sancho’s donkey is rucio, which means “gray.” He is discussing why he chose not to use the name “Dapple”—he found it too quaint. But I didn’t know (though I should have) that rucio was just the traditional name and not one that Cervantes applied. Also, I didn’t know that we have Smollett to thank (or blame) for “Dapple.” This is but one of many interesting notes that Slade provides in this edition.

The Barnes & Noble Classics edition also includes almost a hundred illustrations by Gustave Doré—I believe originally created for a later edition of Louis Viardot’s French translation of Don Quixote (but I’m not sure, so don’t quote me). They are not just beautiful, but historically, they are important; as much as the text itself, Doré’s illustrations define our modern conception of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza.

The only thing that is really bad about this edition of Don Quixote is that it is based on the Tobias Smollett translation. It simply isn’t nearly as good as Putnam (or even Charles Jervas). More than anything, Putnam provides a very modern read. For example, the first two paragraphs of Chapter 6 are not only turned into one paragraph by Smollett, they are turned into one sentence:

While the knight was asleep, his friends came, and demanded of his niece the key of the closet in which those books, the authors of his misfortune, were kept, and she delivering it with great cheerfulness, they entered together, housekeeper and all, and found upwards of a hundred volumes, great and small, extremely well bound; which were no sooner perceived by the housekeeper, than she ran out with great eagerness, and immediately returned with a porringer of holy water, and a sprig of hyssop, saying: “Here, Master Licentiate, pray take and sprinkle the library, lest some one of the many enchanters contained in these books, should exercise his art upon us, as a punishment for our burning and banishing them from the face of the earth.”

Wow! Although Cervantes too provides a whopper of a sentence for most of his first paragraph (before the dialog), he isn’t nearly as verbose. I will spare you a quote. However, I think I would be doing a disservice to you if I did not provide the same text as translated by Putnam:

As Don Quixote was still sleeping, the curate asked the niece for the keys to the room where those books responsible for all the trouble were, and she gave them to him very willingly. They all went in, the housekeeper too, and found more than a hundred large-sized volumes very well bound and a number of smaller ones. No sooner had the housekeeper laid eyes on them than she left the room, returning shortly with a basin of holy water and a sprinkling-pot.

“Here, Senor Licentiate,” she said, “take this and sprinkle well, that no enchanter of the many these books contain may remain here to cast a spell on us for wishing to banish them from the world.”

I doubt much need be said here. If you prefer the Smollett, then by all means, read him. I don’t understand you, but I’m happy for you. For most people, the Putnam translation is clearly superior. But then, Putnam had many advantages: 200 years and our modern voice. Nonetheless, the Bares & Noble Classics edition should be owned by any Don Quixote lover for Carole Slade’s notes: very informative and lots of fun.


[1] Smollett first published his translation in 1755, but he greatly revised it six years later. This edition is based upon the 1755 version.

[2] As much as I like the Putnam translation, I get annoyed having to flip to the back of the book for every note—especially given that his notes are so often really interesting.

Don’t Pick it Up!

See a penny pick it upMany years ago, a friend told me that Bill Gates makes so much money that if he saw a $100 bill, it would not be worth his time to pick it up. Most of us are not in this category, but still struggle with whether we should pick up smaller value currency, like the penny. My mother always picked up pennies. She had a fondness for both superstition and poetry, and so could often be heard quoting the following poem:

See a penny
Pick it up
And all the day
You’ll have good luck

So I understood whenever my mother would pick up a penny, she did it because she thought it was lucky. But other people have told me that they pick up pennies because they represent free money. But they aren’t. Pennies on the ground don’t just magically transport themselves into your pocket. It takes effort to cash in on this apparent free money.

In order to determine just what these pennies are worth, I poured a bunch of them at my feet and timed how long it took to pick up ten pennies, one at a time. It took 25 seconds. This means that I could—in theory—pick up 24 pennies in a minute. This comes to $14.40 per hour, or $13.80 per hour when you take into account the California State requirement that workers take a ten minute break every four hours. Overall, that sounds pretty good—substantially above minimum wage, but hardly “1% here I come!” territory.

There is an important aspect of this test that would bring this number way down: I could not keep up this pace for an hour, much less eight hours. But I’m not going to do an experiment. For extended periods of time, I doubt that I could do better than half this rate: 12 pennies per minute. That would bring the hourly pay down to $7.90 per hour—just below minimum wage in California, unless you work in San Francisco, in which case it is far below the $10.24 rate as of the beginning of 2012.

How it was determined that Bill Gates is wasting his time to pick up a $100 bill is easy to determine with a little thought: figured out how much money he makes and divided it by the time it takes to pick up a $100 bill. Who knows if anyone has actually done this calculation. This is typical folklore: the point is what’s important, not the detail.[1] Clearly, picking up $100 bills would result in a pretty good salary if the bills were just sitting around waiting to be picked up (an invalid assumption even for pennies). Just one bill an hour would result in a yearly salary of $200,000—four times the median salary of a worker in the US. But a penny?

Even picking up pennies at a back and knee breaking pace would result, at best, in something like a minimum wage job. A similar job with nickles probably wouldn’t be too bad, but in general, I can’t see that a nickle is really worth the time to pick up, either. Dimes seem like a safe bet and quarters most certainly are. Obviously, any paper money is worth picking up. Regardless of the denomination, however, such money is most definitely not free.


[1] Like most people, I think this is a stupid example. Gates makes his money indirectly by what he owns. So if he managed to pick up an extra $100, it doesn’t lower his productivity.