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Barack Obama is a master at grabbing and keeping his audience's attention, which is the number one goal of any public speaker. How does he do it? Here are five key lessons from Obama's rhetorical playbook.

The U.A.E. recently announced that a major investment firm is having debt issues. This has caused a fall in world stock markets and concern that the market for defense deals will not be as good as it was once thought. Many companies were looking to the Middle East to make up for domestic market problems.

Even smart people make financial moves that are downright illogical. Emotions and superstitions have a sneaky way of keeping you from rational financial decisions. But dumb choices can have serious, real-world consequences. Here are some of the biggest blunders we all make, plus tips from the experts on how to keep cool.

IMG_1472 copy.JPG We'll see you down the road. Dave, Shannon and the boy

  • IMG_1569.JPG **The boy examines dad's new running shoes to see if they are up to the challenge.** And, hey, this is Blog No. 500. Thanks for reading all the way through.
  • Today I am 37
    Happy birthday to me, I'm officially in my "upper 30s." Here it is, 37 years old, and A) the Belgians just purchased Anheuser-Busch and B) Brett Favre can't leave well enough alone and stay retired. From what I understand, Belgium has excellent beer. Why do they have to mess with my beer? Why do I fear a "New Coke" moment is on its way? And Favre is on the road from transitioning from someone I would tell my son about in reverent tones to "Daddy, why is that old man wearing a football helmet?" That's what's troubling me today, a welcome break from war, politics and people doing bad things to kids. Today I'm back on the job after about two weeks of vacation and I feel all right, I guess. The boy is doing well -- his most recent discovery is that if he brings me a book, I will read it to him -- but that wasn't the most exciting thing of the past week. No, I sold something on eBay. Not something valuable. Not something useful. No, I sold a dancing Coke can from nearly 20 years ago ... that does not work. And I said so on my listing. I basically said "this is a piece of junk, but you might be drunk enough to buy it anyway." And someone did. Very exciting. What else can I sell?
  • Willie Picnic '08: Report 2
    Perhaps I was a little too quick to dismiss the Willie Nelson Fourth of July Picnic in Selma as something short of a *real* Picnic. Given how it has evolved over the years, it fits right in. Besides, who am I to judge? A veteran of the Picnics in Dripping Springs or College Station or Gonzales might look at my beloved Luckenbach Picnics and say "Where's the drugs? Where's the nudity? Where's the wildness? That's not a real Picnic." So, sure. We'll count it as a traditional Willie Picnic. Even though we were missing Leon Russell ... where were you Leon? -------------------------- My personal distaste for this year's picnic was no doubt amplified by the fact that I was still sick from the whatever-it-was gastrointestinal bug that had struck me down last Tuesday. My Picnic partner was also ill, so I had to sit there by myself, feeling ill-at-ease with a stomach too rumbly to have any beer or enjoy the bad food. Oh, I tried to have some beer. I was provided with several options for Bud Light: the 16-ounce draft beer for $7, the 16-ounce bottle beer for $8, the 24-ounce draft beer for $9, or the 24-ounce can for $10. Premium beer (or, beer snobs take note, what Verizon Wireless Amphitheater deemed to be premium beer) cost even more. Mysteriously, they seemed to *immediately* run out of 16-ounce cups for the draft beer. So I forked over $9 for a 24-ounce cup of beer that I in no way could finish before it got warm. "This is the most I have ever paid for a beer," I told the guy. He was not impressed. I mean, seriously. Nine dollars for a beer? This wasn't peanuts. No they were $4, same as a bottle of water. And there were people who seemed to have brought the whole family, multiple kids included, to this event. How on earth could anyone afford this? I did notice that Verizon provided a "family zone" in the lawn seating area. A roped-off smoke- and alcohol-free area. It was largely empty throughout the day. ----------------------- I do want to call out Event Staff No. 139. In the half-hour between musical acts, I had plenty of time to observe what was going on around me. Now Mr. 139 had been vigorously enforcing the no-smoking rule in the seating area through mean faces and violent hand gestures and fiercely guarding the gate leading to the higher-dollar seating area. At one point, an older woman and her younger escort -- we'll assume it was her daughter -- had to get up, I assume to use the restroom. She was seated at the front end of the upper-tier section that I was in, about 20 rows in front of me, and just next to the gate that led to a walkway between our section and the higher-priced sections. If she could go through that gate, she would have a straight shot to the bathooms. Now le