Wednesday, September 30, 2009

I wouldn't pay twenty dollars for that

I'm developing a new theory that the more expensive the real estate, the fuglier it is. Check out this New York Times slide show: What you get for ... $1.3 million

And don't miss the picture with the weird yellow protective cushion covering the fireplace. Do they do MMA in that room?

Seriously.

Not what I wanted to hear

Oh, great. Check out the title of this MSN article: Retirement? Good luck with that

The retirement-savings system in the U.S. is "a failed experiment," said Teresa Ghilarducci, the Bernard Schwartz professor of economic policy at the New School for Social Research in New York.

The U.S. system is "headed for a serious train wreck," said John Bogle, the founder and former chief executive of the Vanguard Group, in testimony to a House committee hearing on retirement security in February.

Separately, Ghilarducci and Bogle have called for substantial changes to the current system, but even those who like what we've got now say it needs improving -- and certainly demands better financial education be offered to savers.

"Many people are very overwhelmed with the notion of retirement," said Gregg S. Fisher, the president and chief investment officer of Gerstein Fisher, a financial advisory firm. "How much do we need to put away? Where should it go? How should I invest?"

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

The good life

DH and I burned a fire in our fireplace last night. We used to have to rent a car and drive two hours to the Berkshires to get that kind of luxury.

Granted, the fact that it's cold enough -- in September -- to require a fire is another story. Just the trade-off of living here, I guess. Summer is over.

It's been a little more than 4 months since I moved here and much to my surprise, I haven't looked back. We've been able to make lots of new friends (despite the rumor that Minnesotans are an insular bunch), the job stuff worked out great, and the new house is fantastic. We'll never need to trade up and our total monthly costs are just a little more than we were paying in Brooklyn.

Actually, now that we've rented out our garage for $150/month, we're probably paying less. And if I keep up my extra principal payments, we're on track to pay off the mortgage in 6 years.

We have access to everything I always wanted to do in NYC, like museums and restaurants. But instead of having to schlep an hour each way on the subway and spend hundreds of dollars, we can walk or bike most places in minutes and pay just a fraction of the cost.

I was reading Time Out New York last night and they profiled a bowling place in Brooklyn. One game of bowling costs $30-$50. My jaw dropped; I forgot how insanely expensive everything is there. I was just so used to it.

For the same salary here (and a lot more in DH's case), we can afford to do so many great things. For example, during happy hour (all day Monday-Friday) DH and I can split a huge plate of nachos and get two margaritas each for under twenty bucks. All within a couple of blocks of where we live. What else do I need in life?

I guess the only downside is that it's not New York. Thank god for that.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

This must be why higher ed costs so much

For some reason I found the New York Times' interview with the University of California president rather hilarious. Just ignore the part about his $120k/year housing allowance: Big Man on Campus

The word “furlough,” I recently read, comes from the Dutch word “verlof,” which means permission, as in soldiers’ getting permission to take a few days off. How has it come to be a euphemism for salary cuts?
Look, I’m from West Philadelphia. My dad was an electrician. We didn’t look up stuff like this. It wasn’t part of what we did. When I was growing up we didn’t debate the finer points of what the word “furlough” meant.

How did you get into education?
I don’t know. It’s all an accident. I thought I’d go work for a law firm.

Some people feel you could close the U.C. budget gap by cutting administrative salaries, including your own.
The stories of my compensation are greatly exaggerated.

When you began your job last year, your annual compensation was reportedly $828,000.
It actually was $600,000 until I cut my pay by $60,000. So my salary is $540,000, but it gets amplified because people say, “You have a pension plan.”

What about your housing allowance? How much is the rent on your home in Oakland?
It’s about $10,000 a month.

Does U.C. pay for that on top of your salary?
Yes, and the reason they do that is because they have a president’s house, it needed $8 million of repairs and I decided that was not the way to go. Why the heck would I ever authorize $8 million for a house I didn’t want to live in anyhow?

Why can’t you have architecture students repair the house for course credit?
Let me ponder that.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Good bike mechanics are hard to find

I used to feel pretty smug about not having a car because I never had to worry about maintenance. Then my bike started acting funny.

I first took it to a bike shop on my way to work. The guy there said it might be something with my derailleur (whatever that is) and claimed he adjusted it. A week later I was still having the same problem but decided not to take it back to that bike shop. This was also the same place that sold me the wrong size fenders (those, I learned, are the things that cover your wheels so rain water doesn't get sprayed all over you). I wasn't going back there.

I asked my faithful bike loving husband if he or his nerdy bike friends had any ideas, but nobody seemed able to fix my bike. So my problem continued; it skipped any time I put too much pressure on the pedals, like to mash up a hill.

Then DH recommended a second bike shop. I dropped my bike off last Friday and their overnight mechanic would have it ready for me Saturday morning. Perfect, I thought. I'd have it back in time to bike to work on Monday.

Except it wasn't ready Saturday, which I learned after I schlepped there on foot to pick it up. Turns out they needed to order another part so it wouldn't be ready until Tuesday. I began to freak out about having no transportation for the weekend. (Yes, I've finally become one of those crazy bike people.)

Fortunately, DH has a friend who's been trying to offload a bike he bought 15 years ago, so he brought it over for me to borrow. I think I'm going to have to buy it from him as a back up.

I picked my own bike up from the shop Wednesday night. The total damage was a lot more expensive than I realized: $84! (I think I only paid $150 for the bike.) But if it was fixed, I figured it was worth the investment. Anything not to have to take the bus.

Except I noticed it skipped again while I was riding it home, but of course I thought it was just me. Then I rode it to work yesterday and it skipped several more times, but I again blamed myself and figured I just wasn't fully in the right gear. Well, by the time I rode it home and it was skipping so much as to be unrideable -- including on both flat surfaces and up a hill, where I was forced to dismount altogether -- I headed back to the bike shop. Pissed off.

My theory now is that bike shops are just loaded with adolescent boys who have no idea what they're doing but like tinkering with toys. The first guy who looked at it tried a couple of things, including adding a new link to my chain (a brand new chain that had cost me $25). He rode it around the block a couple of times but it was still skipping, so he did something else to it and then told me to try it because it was "fixed." I didn't even get on the street and it had already skipped!

At what point do I just demand a full refund and tell them to go eff themselves, I wondered.

Then another guy told me that I should just convert to a single speed. That's the solution after I dumped $84 into my gears on this one. Thanks.

A third guy came over and said he thought it might be a problem with the derailleur (again with that word! This guy pronounced it funny with a combination Southern/French accent). The one thing they didn't replace with my $84 repairs. He asked me to leave my bike so he could see if the one they had in stock fit. He said he wouldn't charge me for the repair (duh! As if I'd keep throwing good money after bad.) and offered me a free bus transfer to get home. I walked.

Supposedly my bike is fixed and ready for pick up tonight. Call me skeptical.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

I'm somewhere in between these two

Here are a couple of home design extremes from the New York Times. First, a Brooklyn woman gives her loft a make-over for $5,000: A Place Fit for the Boss. Then, a couple do absolutely nothing to their 1890s Berkshire home: Where Nothing Changes. Ever.

UNLIKE many owners of historic houses, Moses Pendleton and Cynthia Quinn haven’t hired specialists, consulted with experts or agonized endlessly over restoration techniques. Huge swaths of peeling wallpaper have been left untouched in their 24-room Victorian house, built in the 1890s as a “summer cottage” in the foothills of the Berkshires, and they have not modernized any of the eight bathrooms.
In fact, they are content to do as little as possible — it is their version of “less is more” — and are extremely proud of how little the house has changed since Mr. Pendleton found it more than 30 years ago.

Mr. Pendleton, 60, is a choreographer who is the founder and the artistic director of the dance company Momix, and he was looking for rehearsal space for Pilobolus,
a dance company he co-founded and belonged to at the time.

A real estate agent showed him a barn ideal for his needs, and then pointed to a large house across the road, telling him the owner would “throw it in” for a little extra. Although Mr. Pendleton was not looking for a house — he was then living in Vermont — the offer seemed too good to pass up, and he bought both buildings and the eight acres they sat on in 1978, for $162,000.

“In the beginning, I didn’t think of it as a house so much as a fantasy,” he said. “No one seemed to have done anything to it for a hundred years — and that’s just what I loved.”

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Finally, a tax rebate program I can use

Here's some timely advice from MP Dunleavey's MSN column: Let Uncle Sam help you buy a stove

After almost three years as chief household officer, my husband is back at work. That means domestic duties have been reassessed. And guess who is getting her hands wet? Right. Suddenly, we needed to buy a dishwasher yesterday.

Just as I was about to hurl myself at the Lowe's appliance section, I learned that a $300 million Cash for Clunkers-type rebate program is gearing up this fall. It's to encourage consumers to replace older appliances for new, energy-efficient ones.

Some details:

  1. It's a rebate program, not a trade-in. You purchase a new appliance -- e.g., a furnace, water heater or washing machine -- and as long as it has an Energy Star rating, you can apply for a rebate.
  2. States have until Oct. 15 to set up their programs, including which Energy Star appliances are covered, how big the rebates will be and how to apply.
This is perfect since we're gearing up for our kitchen remodel! We'll need a new stove and a dishwasher -- the first dishwasher we've ever had in our adult lives. And depending on how the winter feels in the mansion, we may also need some sort of pellet stove.

I wonder if the energy efficient fridge we bought in May would qualify retroactively?

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Compound interest appears to be a myth

Another year down means it's time to check in on my retirement savings. Theoretically I'd be rebalancing this time of year, too, but currently all my assets are in a Vanguard Target Date fund. No rebalancing necessary! (Note to self: must research more specific funds.)

This time last year I had about $86k saved. Two years ago, on my 32nd birthday, I had the same: $86k. That was in spite of contributing the maximum permitted to both my 403(b) plan at work and my Roth IRA.

This year, as I begin the last year of my youth (alas, "middle age" apparently begins at 35), my retirement savings are a whopping $129,100. That's thanks largely to my own retirement savings (>$21,500) and vesting in my former employer's pension plan (~$12,000). Also, I front loaded my 403(b) plan by maxing it out before I quit my previous job back in May, instead of dollar cost averaging throughout the year. Plus my new job's generous retirement plan started so I've got nearly a thousand bucks in that.

I keep waiting for these oft discussed 10% "average" stock market returns and the magic of compound interest to kick in, but since I've been tracking my numbers I'm lucky if I break even.

But don't tell any of this to DH. The poor guy is still ticked off about having to max out his retirement plans, and news like this -- that investments don't actually seem to ever make any money -- just fuels his tendency to stop saving altogether. With numbers like mine, I can't say I blame him.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Is $18.24/paycheck too much for short term disability?

My most recent paycheck includes all my benefits deductions. Everything seemed fairly normal, like $32 for medical, $4 for dental, and $5 for additional life insurance. But then I noticed my short-term disability deduction is a whopping $18.24. After tax!

I presume that will replace about 60% of my income should I become temporarily disabled. And since I engage in risky behaviors, like riding my bike to work, I assume it's better safe than sorry when it comes to these benefits. I just know that as soon as I cancel the policy because I'm a cheapskate, I'll get hit by a bus.

But couldn't I just cover any short-term disability with emergency savings? And wouldn't my emergency savings grow a heck of a lot faster if I had an extra $18.24/paycheck to save? Or is the peace of mind having the insurance worth the $474.24/year I'm paying for premiums?

I think I just got spoiled at my last job where these sorts of benefits were paid by my employer.

Friday, September 18, 2009

No Impact Man documentary

I was a little skeptical when I went to a free screening of No Impact Man, the documentary about the guy who gave everything up in NYC for a year, documented it on a blog, and got a book deal. After watching the movie, however, I liked the guy more than I expected. But I also felt annoyed at times.

The highlight had to be a scene with an old-school gardener who taught No Impact Man (aka Colin Beaven) how to grow food. At one point he told Beaven that if he thought what he was doing was going to make any difference, he was either dishonest or delusional. Ha! He also said that if big business was actually threatened by Beaven's changes there's no way he'd be getting the sort of publicity he was getting. That's...kind of true. And depressing.

Which begs the question: what can one person do to actually make a difference then?

But at least I didn't walk away from the movie thinking the guy was a total wanker for "doing good" (temporarily) just for a book deal. Beaven acknowledged that he was totally naive when he began, and also realized that there are lots of people out there doing way more than he ever could -- and who aren't being all sensational and self-promoting about it, either. His intentions seemed more genuine than I expected.

Beaven even admitted during the audience Q&A that his approach to the media was all wrong. Early on, he had told Good Morning America that every person just has to do "one thing" to save the world, and now he admits that that won't be nearly enough. But it was kind of annoying to see him paraded out on TV shows on his bike like some kind of circus act. (Yes, people who ride bikes instead of driving cars, eat vegetarian diets, and compost are freaks...FREAKS!)

And as somebody -- I think his wife -- asked during the movie: is this "experiment" just going to make environmental activists look like wackos? Even more fringe? Instead of showing that these changes are something we all can do pretty easily in the mainstream.

His wife, Michelle, was definitely the highlight of the movie. The poor woman was TORTURED by her husband, but she played along. Beaven got rid of her cosmetics, made her stop drinking coffee, forced her to walk up nine flights of stairs to their apartment, made her ride a bike everywhere, washed her clothes with his feet in the bathtub...all for his fame & glory. And she went along in [mostly] good spirits. Her reactions throughout the "project" were pretty hilarious.

And I loved when she was talking about her experience as a bicyclist. She and Beaven were both yelling at drivers as they biked through the streets, which seemed pretty out of character for their easy-going personalities. Michelle admitted that as a driver she always got so angry at the bicyclists for taking "her" road, but now as a bicyclist she sees that the roads don't just belong to cars. A convert!

But I couldn't help but feel majorly annoyed when they had the baby conversation. Basically Michelle wanted a 2nd child, Beaven didn't, but he finally agreed to give it a try. What is up with people and kids? (And speaking of uh, no impact? Has anyone else seen stats on population trends and where we're going to be if people keep breeding at their current rates?) If you don't want a kid, like really, really want a kid, why are you just going to just agree to "give it a try." Yes, what the world needs is more people having more kids just for the hell of it or because they're having a mid-life crisis.

I understand it's necessary to compromise in relationships but when a kid is involved? Jesus.

But I definitely liked the movie and plan to get Beaven's book from the library.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

This is why I moved to Minneapolis

I was feeling a little cranky after an encounter with an obnoxious car driver this morning (WTF? Did I teleport back to NYC? Stupid fat, frumpy, passive aggressive Midwesterners...). But then I saw this awesome write-up about bike commuting in Minneapolis and I felt a million times better: An All-Too-Brief Look at Minneapolis Bike Culture

Last week, I was able to travel with my family to the great city of Minneapolis for a family obligation. I hadn’t been there since 1982, and since then a LOT of things have changed — including Minneapolis’s growing reputation as one of the most bicycle-friendly cities in the United States.

That reputation is well-earned…there are bicycles EVERYWHERE. Heck, I even saw bicycle parking at the airport! Cyclists of all shapes, sizes and disciplines were present pretty much everywhere I went around the city — from sleek fixies and hip young riders to kids to hardcore commuters, roadies and everyone in between. Ah, what a refreshing change from my own city, where I mostly see “guys on bikes” and myself.

Anyhow, we shot a bunch of pictures and stopped at some of the hotbeds of the Minneapolis bike “scene”…concentrating on the vibrant neighborhoods in the Lyn
Lake
/Uptown area.

First off, this is a typical street scene in south Minneapolis: bikes locked up everywhere. There were bikes on racks, bikes on poles, bikes on porch railings, in yards and every other conceivable location. My friend and tour guide Laura insists that “it’s like this all year-round”, not just when the weather is nice!

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

House update



I thought I'd take a moment and share some house before & after pictures. Above is the most completed room in the house, our living room. The jury's still out on the moccachino paint color -- it's more peach than the sample we tried looked. But other than sanding and staining the hardwood floors, which we're saving for last, we don't have to do much else to this room.
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I also have house exterior pictures and the plants our neighbor gave us look fantastic in the front, but I probably shouldn't post a picture of my house exterior... Let's just say the ten new columns, DH's paint job, and the cute furniture and flowers I bought look pretty good.
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One of the contractors we like is going to start rebuilding our staircase and banister in a couple of days, and we're expecting the first of a couple of kitchen bids later today. The 2nd floor bathroom is also almost complete, although the guy we hired to put in the pedestal sink still hasn't finished the job. He basically put it in but couldn't figure out how to bracket it to the wall, so he left it with a little bit of sticky stuff as a temporary hold. Then he told DH to do some research and let him know how to mount the sink.
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Uh, that's why we're paying you, dude. We won't be hiring him again.
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But the highlight of my week had to be the anonymous person who left a giant sunflower on our new front porch table. I'm imagining it's some secret admirer, or at least somebody who wanted to thank us for finally fixing up the horrendous house exterior so the property values on the rest of the block go back up. It was a nice gift.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Times are a-changin'

Here's a depressing series from the Wall Street Journal called The New Rules. Predictions include higher taxes, living within your means, lower stock market returns, and houses that can't be used as piggy banks. Okay, so maybe it's not all bad.
It's time to face facts, if you haven't already: sometimes your house is just a home.

For most of the last decade, Americans treated their homes as sources of ready cash and as brick-and-mortar retirement plans. Overleveraged at purchase with no down payment, no documentation and negative-amortization mortgages, homeowners also mined equity with home-equity loans and lines of credit.

At the end of the second quarter, about 23% of single-family homes with mortgages were "underwater," with owners owing more on their homes than they are worth, according to Zillow.com. And analysts for at least one major bank expect that share to rise as the housing market bottoms out in some areas.

Foreclosures and short sales, where homes are sold for less than the debt outstanding on them, comprised 31% of total sales in July, according to the National Association of Realtors, helping depress prices for all. Buyers and sellers are at loggerheads in many markets, as home sellers refuse to accept the reality of lower prices. Depressed values and tighter credit in turn have reduced everyone's ability to borrow against their houses for remodeling, refurbishing, college tuition or other purposes. The lockup has caused people to feel poorer, even if they're employed and don't need to move. This feeling has, in a reversal of the boom's wealth effect, curbed consumer spending.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Is $12/hour "low pay" for a college student?

I'm having some issues with one of the student employees I'm working with. She's an older woman who supposedly had a corporate career before deciding to go back to school and get her bachelors in her late forties/early fifties. She's been working part-time on campus for $12/hour for the past two to three years.

I'm annoyed because she's constantly complaining about her low pay. At one point she was being completely inflexible about her schedule -- she basically wants to come and go as she pleases, and her latest thing is she wants to just "work from home" all weekend. (Um, I've seen how productive she is on days when she's "working" from home, so that ain't gonna happen.) When I attempted to work with her to pinpoint a schedule that would be flexible for her classes and meet our needs in the office, she e-mailed me that her low pay was my "reward" for accommodating her.

Lady, there's the door.

But is $12/hour really that low for an undergraduate? She has a great deal of flexibility, wears jeans to work most days, and from what I've been able to tell doesn't really do a whole lot. She was able to work full-time all summer, and now she's back to her regular 25 hour work weeks. By my calculation, she's earning about $1,200/month part-time.

When I was a graduate student, I earned $8/hour as a T.A. That was as recently as 2001. The most I ever earned as a graduate student employee was $13/hour as an assistant in an academic office. I had to work around the office's schedule -- I certainly couldn't work from home when I felt like it. And I don't even remember what I was paid as an undergrad -- maybe $6-$8/hour at various jobs?

If this person feels as though this job is so beneath her, I really just wish she'd leave. But we all know there's no way she'll find a better or higher paying job in this environment, let alone one that will let her bop in and out all day to accommodate her class schedule.

So for now, I'm just counting down the days until she graduates and I can replace her with someone harder working and less obnoxious. Would you believe she drops hints all the time about wanting to be hired as a full-time employee after she graduates? Ha!

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Weekend articles

I was going to blog about this popular story from the New York Times, Seven New Rules for the First-Time Home Buyer, or even this story, Cautiously, Small Investors Edge Back Into Stocks. But then I came across the cutest real estate story of all time: Meow Spoken Here
IF you love cats, kitten heaven is the old-fashioned bathroom in Tammy Cross’s apartment in a Beaux-Arts building on the Upper West Side. In this small space, five balls of fluff, none bigger than a fist and some just two days old, are napping, reclining or rolling about in various states of adorableness.

“This is the nursery,” explained Ms. Cross, who has been saving needy animals ever since her childhood in Florida andConnecticut, where she retrieved baby squirrels that had fallen out of their nests. “This is where they stay when they’re on the bottle.”

As many of the city’s cat fanciers know, Ms. Cross is the guiding spirit behind Kitten Little Rescue, an organization that does exactly what its name implies — rescues sick, abused or abandoned kittens and shows them off on summer weekends at 72nd Street and Columbus Avenue. The hope is that by being so enchanting, they will attract adoptive families or at least foster parents willing to house them temporarily.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Pancake drama

DH says I'm not allowed to complain about this to him anymore so I have no choice but to turn to the blogosphere. It's about pancakes.

We frequent this restaurant that offers a punch card for pancakes. If you buy 8 pancakes, you get one free. Except here's the thing. Their pancakes are huge so usually one is enough. But if you buy one, it costs like $4, and you can get a second one for just $5.75. And if you want a special pancake, like blueberry, you have to pay extra for the blueberries if you buy one, so it ends up costing the same as if you just buy two blueberry pancakes.

Okay, I'm not making sense so here's what their menu says:
  • Pancake: $3.25
  • Short stack (2 pancakes): $5.25
  • Two blueberry pancakes: $5.75
  • Two pumpkin pancakes: $5.75
  • Two seasonal pancakes: $5.75
  • Add ons: $1.25 each (strawberries/bananas/blueberries/blackberries/chocolate chips/pumpkin)
So you see how if I want one blueberry pancake it's going to cost $4.50, so I may as well just spend $5.75 and get two; then I can take one home for lunch. As one friend pointed out, though, this is exactly what's wrong with America. One pancake should be half the cost of two.

But that's not even my issue. My issue is with the punch card. I've often filled them up and then tried to use it for an order of the seasonal pancakes, but since those only come in two the staff won't let me use it. They say it's only good for one pancake. Which would be fine, EXCEPT when they're punching my card and I order two pancakes, some waitresses give me two stamps (as they should), but most only give me one. One stamp for one order of pancakes.

In fact, this weekend I nearly lost it because DH went up to pay and use the punch card for a free order of pancakes. The waitress said she wouldn't accept it for the 2 seasonal pancakes, so DH said fine, but then when we paid for the order of 2 seasonal pancakes, she still only gave us ONE STAMP! WTF?!

DH says I need to pick my battles. I say it's a good thing he placed the order because I would have lost my shit. And it's a place we like to go.

Our solution? We just wait until we fill two punch cards and then get a free order of two pancakes. Which totally pisses me off.

But speaking of punch card drama, there's this other place I used to go for coffee. If you bought 8 beverages, your 9th was free. Sometimes I would get a fancy coffee mocha, and other times I would just get a cup of coffee. Their coffee was higher priced than other shops but with the punch card incentive, I found myself going there.

Trouble was, when I went to actually get my free beverage -- a fancy mocha, of course -- the employee (owner?) gave me the third degree about whether I usually ordered mochas or not. And I was like, Yeah! (Most of the time.) She complained that the other staff know they're supposed to write what kind of drink you get on the card and then when you redeem your free one, you can only get that type of drink. This would prevent people from buying 8 cups of (relatively) cheap coffee and then milking the system to get a free mocha.

I just thought that was totally obnoxious so I haven't been back. I'll get my coffee cheaper down the block, thank you very much.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

The short answer is yes

MP Dunleavey's latest MSN column asks: Are outlet malls for suckers? For an even better answer, check out this in-depth analysis from Ellen Rupel Shell on AlterNet: How Outlet Malls Have Convinced Shoppers into Thinking They're Getting a Sweet Deal
The remote location of outlets is not merely a defensive, cost-saving maneuver. It is also a deliberate strategy. In the public mind, convenience is a trade-off for price, and price is traded off for convenience. Inconvenience connotes cheap, while convenience connotes pricey. This is why restaurant valets can get away with charging $20 to park your Honda on the street and why "convenience" stores can charge $3 for a can of condensed chicken noodle soup. In a very real sense, outlets are the anti-convenience store. Visiting the outlets demands an investment in time, deliberation, and energy beyond what we invest in most other leisure activities. And because the effort required to reach and shop at them is substantial, even extraordinary, the experience of going to the outlet is elevated in our minds to "special occasion" status. A trip to the outlet mall is not passive, not simply a matter of popping in to pick up a few things. We have to work to get there, piling up hefty "sunk costs." All that time! All that gas! "I gave up my entire Sunday afternoon and even missed the game to come here!" Psychologically speaking, all this and more must be repaid in the form of purchases made. In making that long trip we are actually engaged in a transfer of power away from ourselves to the outlet itself. The mall has extracted a price, and in demanding repayment, we are in fact taxing ourselves. Our expectations are raised at the same time that our guard is lowered, and in making this bargain we are willing to forgo many things that we once demanded from a satisfying shopping experience: variety, serendipity, aspiration -- and fun.
I remember when I lived in New York that my former boss would constantly encourage me to take a trip to some outlet malls in New Jersey. Apparently this was her town's claim to fame. I never bothered to make that trip.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Is borrowing for an art degree really the best option?

I don't know why I continue to be obsessed with Caitlin Shetterly's story on NPR. (See Boston Gal's latest update, Broke and borrowing for their dreams.) This is the couple that moved to the West Coast so the husband could pursue photography, then moved back to the East Coast after they had a kid and couldn't find jobs. They were living with somebody's parents for a while and finally just got their own apartment in Portland, Maine.

Now the husband has decided to get his MFA in photography because he's always dreamed of being a college professor. He's paying the bills by bartending in a city two hours away while taking out student loans for the grad program. As someone who borrowed $49k for an MFA in film, I have a little something to say about this.

The notion of being a college professor is kind of a pipe dream. Of all my co-horts in grad school, only one guy is actually teaching somewhere nearly full-time. He alternates his teaching gig with stints back home with his parents because the work is so unsteady. He's also the only guy in our program who got a full ride, so he has the luxury of trying to teach because he's not worried about paying back student loans. And we went to a "top-ranked" school.

As for becoming a tenured professor, people stay in those positions for life so there are rarely openings. In fact, the trend these days is to hire part-time adjuncts to cover classes, each course paying perhaps $2,500. I have one friend who's juggling a full-time "day job" with a class here and there, and it's exhausting. But even if he had a full-time teaching schedule, like perhaps six classes per semester, that's still only $30,000/year (plus whatever he could squeeze in during breaks). As an adjunct he gets no benefits, hence the day job.

If someone is lucky enough to land a tenure track gig, it's usually because he/she is an art star. Note that these celebrity artists tend NOT to have an MFA or other advanced degree. They've been too busy actually making art and a name for themselves! They're certainly not saddled with tens of thousands of dollars in student loan debt.

Unfortunately, I'm sure these comments will fall on deaf ears for Caitlin Shetterly, since the idea of getting an advanced degree and becoming a college professor is more appealing than being a working stiff. And of course it is! But unless you get a free ride or have parental/spousal assistance, I really don't think an MFA is going to open as many doors as it closes once you reach the point where you have to pay the loans back. (I've been paying $290-$500/month for nearly 7 years and I still have more than $20,000 in debt to repay. I could have made an awful lot of films with that money...)

I'm not trying to pass judgement or deny someone's dreams. But Caitlin's husband is well into his thirties and has a new baby to support, so perhaps getting his MFA isn't the smartest choice right now. Especially given the reality of the college teaching market.

Some of us need to learn things the hard way, I guess.

But don't just take my word for it. Here's a brilliant line from Meghan Daum's essay, My Misspent Youth:
In 1997 I was twenty-seven, teaching a writing course at N.Y.U., publishing in a variety of national magazines, and earning about $40,000 a year after taxes. (The teaching job, incidentally, paid a paltry $2,500 for an entire semester but I was too enamored with the idea of being a college teacher to wonder if I could afford to take it.)
That pretty much sums it up.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Progress on the investment property front

At long last, I may have good news to report regarding our remaining East Coast investment property. For you newbie readers, we bought this house a couple of years ago thinking we may end up moving to this particular city, and wanted practice being landlords. It seemed like a good investment and by renting it out we could cover all our costs.

But once we relocated back to the Midwest instead, it made no sense to keep it. Not to mention the nightmare deadbeat tenants and ongoing maintenance issues.

So we broke the news to our "good" tenants back in May and gave them the option of buying it. Unfortunately they were already underwater on a house they owned in another state so they passed. We put it on the market thinking it would sell in time for their lease to end in August.

After several weeks and zero offers in May, however, our real estate agent told us it would be impossible to sell while tenants were still living there. Apparently the tenants required too much notice to schedule showings and they also had entirely too much crap in the house so it wasn't showing well. So we took it off the market altogether and re-listed it as soon as they moved out. We also dropped the price another $10k so it would move quickly since we're stuck paying the mortgage as long as it sits on the market vacant.

We immediately had lots of showings and got two low-ball offers, which we declined. Then we got a third offer that was close to asking and so we went into contract, but these buyers started playing all these Mickey Mouse games with us after the inspection. They made all these ridiculous requests (e.g. remove all the appliances?), stalled and were unresponsive, and demanded that we do lots of major repairs. Even though it was clearly an as is property, hence the low price.

I thought the deal would fall through altogether and was driving DH nuts by yelling at him to not meet any of their demands. It was like back when I was in contract on our Brooklyn co-op and the buyer started being a pain in the ass. At one point I was prepared to walk altogether because he suddenly demanded a $500 "floor credit." I told my real estate agent no way, and then my attorney called me to confirm this because he didn't believe I would lose the deal over that. (I remember the whole thing played out via cell phone as I was getting on a plane to visit DH in Minneapolis yet again, since he had relocated three months earlier.)

In retrospect I probably was crazy but I was so incensed at the time I really was willing to walk over $500. But you know what? The buyer backed down and wasn't about to lose the deal, since we had priced it low enough that it was a fantastic opportunity. I got my price and after that the games [mostly] ended.

But DH engaged these current buyers and started negotiating with them, even though we knew that could be a slippery slope. I thought for sure the whole thing was going to fall apart or that they would nickel and dime us to the point that we would barely break even.

Fortunately for DH, the agreement came together and it looks as if we're going to make about $10k on the sale after our useless real estate agent takes his cut. (I have yet to meet a non-useless real estate agent.) Not the cash cow we were hoping for, but enough to make a dent on the kitchen renovation. We should close in a couple of weeks.

And then we'll be finished with all our East Coast ties.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Another thing on my list to do

Here's an interesting debate in the New York Times: Is Gardening Worth It, Financially? (I love the Minnesota State Fair references!)
I was especially interested in the state fair vegetables this year, and not just because I believe my butternut squash could have taken a ribbon. In a society where very few of us raise our food for basic sustenance, gardening satisfies a variety of appetites. We grow our own food because it’s green–unless, say, you’re washing excess fertilizer into the waterways. Or we grow our own food because it contributes to a healthful diet—although precious little research exists to prove that local produce is more nutritious than what comes from the grocery store. Or maybe we grow our own food because fresh garden vegetables taste better—a proposition I am planning to test.

When I began sowing seeds in the snow-white nights of March, I had a mind to test whether kitchen gardening is a thrifty pursuit. To that end, I pledged to tally my expenditures, and then also calculate how much my produce would cost at premium, Whole Foods prices. Well, my harvest is a little less than half in. Some of my vegetables, such as the peas and lettuce, have been devoured. Others, such as the winter squash and carrots, have barely been picked.

To date, I’ve harvested roughly 66 pounds of fresh produce, with a retail value of about $190. By my last calculation, I’ve spent $940 on equipment rentals, supplies, seeds, mulch, and fencing.
We have a pretty large backyard with a designated plot for a garden. DH is determined to start one next year, but I can barely muster a knock yourself out response. Let's just say the tomatoes and herbs planter thing I bought him for the holidays didn't produce any actual tomatoes or herbs, so I'm skeptical about this garden thing.
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But the tomatoes our neighbor grew were delicious.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

I need to learn some skills

Here's a handy article from Donna Freedman at MSN about DIY: 5 life skills you can learn for free

The skill: Basic home repair

Once upon a time, Bret Goble, 39, called a plumber for what turned out to be a simple repair. The price tag was anything but simple: "It cost about a hundred bucks to replace a 99-cent part."

Goble and his wife, Rita, started watching "This Old House" on TV. Always mechanically inclined -- as a kid, he took his toys apart to see how they worked -- Goble quickly learned to do jobs like replace a basement staircase, insulate the attic, rework a brick patio and steps, dig a swale to improve backyard drainage and install windows in their suburban Chicago dwelling.

"Bullheadedness" underlies Goble's DIY passion: "Why (should) I pay somebody for this when I can do it myself?"

Becky Blanton, 53, is another "This Old House" fan but has also learned from library books and from watching her uncle, a general contractor. And from the Internet: Recently Blanton typed the words "paint your car at home" into a search engine.

The result "looks like a (professional) paint job," says Blanton, who is currently blogging about her cross-country travels in a newly refurbished van. (She also built living quarters inside.) Blanton has attended free Home Depot seminars, which she says are a great way for beginners to get comfortable with tools "even if you're just building a birdhouse."

"The first time you do something it's not perfect, but after several times you get better," she says. "At least when you're self-taught, no one else sees all the (mistakes)."

Some suggested sources: About.com, the DIY network, "This Old House," HGTV, Toiletology 101, free how-to seminars at Home Depot, and "The Reader's Digest New Complete Do It Yourself Manual."

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

August Spending Report

I think I need to go back to doing weekly spending reports because waiting until the end of the month was nerve racking. I kept worrying about how much I was spending on eating out and other fun stuff, but thankfully the actual numbers aren't as bad as I feared.

August Income:
  • $540 ING for fixed expenses
  • $761 ING for "other" (fun money)
  • $150 from DH for groceries
  • $100 from my parents for a housewarming present
  • $25 Gift card from a former co-worker
  • $1,783 from my first paycheck (it should have been higher but they screwed up my marital status and exemptions)

August Expenses:

  • $750 Extra payment to mortgage principal
  • $18.31 Netflix
  • $500 Student loan
  • $5.95 Angie's List
  • $20 Public transit
  • $43.11 Gym enrollment
  • $20 Tree House charity
  • $200 Prescription co-pay (to be reimbursed from DH's flex spending account)
  • $350 ING savings
  • $132 Pocket money (I still have $62 left in my wallet)
  • $162 Clothes
  • $237 Groceries/toiletries
  • $6 Dry cleaning
  • $44 Alcohol for parties
  • $284 Restaurants
  • $40 Wedding shower gift
  • $136 Bike stuff (fenders, rack, bag)
  • $27 Tickets to a Saints game
  • $72 Fringe Fest tickets
  • $18 State Fair tickets

Total Income: $3,359

Total Expenses: $3,065

I appear to be ahead by $294. Not bad.

September Net Worth Report

Once again, the money pit, er, mansion takes a toll on my bank accounts. My September net worth dipped another $3,500 as I shelled out money to incompetent contractors. And we haven't even started the kitchen yet!

Assets:
  • Cash: $36,825
  • Retirement: $123,013
  • Home: $175,750
  • Other Real Estate: $135,000
  • Personal Property: $4,000

Liabilities:

  • Home Mortgage: $139,487
  • Other Mortgage: $131,270
  • Student Loans: $20,687

Total Assets: $474,588

Total Liabilities: $291,444

Net Worth: $183,144