Presented without further comment …
MG signing off (as promised)
Presented without further comment …
MG signing off (as promised)
If you don’t know what a junk bond is or what’s happening to them right now, please run along. For the rest, this went to a trader friend this morning at 9:13am MST …
On the last day of Hanukkah
My true love gave to me
A portfolio of high-yield
FINANCE FRIEND: silence
It did in fact turn out good for a return phone call a few hours later. The conglomerate response was:
You’re not very funny, so where did that come from?
CNBC are fucking idiots
And finally …
I’m too fat to play golf right now.
I think the last was code for “I’m looking for a new job as we speak.”
MG signing off (to spread more holiday cheer)
I wouldn’t call it the “future of the web” – resistance from entrenched intermediaries will likely remain strong for some time – but the video sure does a good job explaining how blockchains work …
The ability to record transactions in bilateral physical exchange, with a hermetic audit trail, seems more intriguing than actually purchasing a cup of coffee with BTC.
MG signing off (now less of a dummy, although how much less is debatable)
Forget 3% down …
art other life. Wonder if the FHA is involved.
MG signing off (to avoid the MBS on this shell game like the
As gauged by
talking points memos the news media …
Say something enough and … well, you get the idea.
MG signing off (happy new year, happy new year, happy new year, happy new year, happy new year, happy new year, happy new year …)
The main ingredient is unadulterated candor. Branded as comedy, but significantly more entertaining for the rigorous insight.
MG signing off (to continue being a surface nuisance flying around on a big electron)
Cereal is for birds …
One top sirloin steak from a grass-fed bovine. Measured amounts of Lawry’s and McCormick’s seasoning, along with a smidgen of salt, pepper, and garlic powder, infused with the must-have Tabasco. Seared in olive oil and port wine, roughly a minute and a half each side. Seven minutes of oven finishing at 475. Two eggs over-medium in the prep pan.
Zero sugar coma, and you will be hungry again. As in around 10pm.
MG signing off (thinking the Wheaties marketing team was paid way too much)
“In books, that which is most generally interesting is what comes home to the most cherished private experience of the greatest number. It is not the book of him who has travelled the farthest over the surface of the globe, but of him who has lived the deepest and been the most at home. If an equal emotion is excited by a familiar homely phenomenon as by the Pyramids, there is no advantage in seeing the Pyramids. It is on the whole better, as it is simpler, to use the common language. We require that the reporter be very permanently planted before the facts which he observes, not a mere passer-by; hence the facts cannot be too homely. A man is worth most to himself and to others, whether as an observer, or poet, or neighbor, or friend, where he is most himself, most contented and at home. There his life is the most intense and he loses the fewest moments. Familiar and surrounding objects are the best symbols and illustrations of his life. If a man who has had deep experience should endeavor to describe them in a book of travels, it would be to use the language of a wandering tribe instead of a universal language. The poet has made the best roots in his native soil of any man, and is the hardest to transplant. The man who is often thinking that it is better to be somewhere else than where he is excommunicates himself. If a man is rich and strong anywhere, it must be on his native soil. Here I have been these forty years learning the language of these fields that I may the better express myself. If I should travel to the prairies, I should much less understand them, and my past life would serve me but ill to describe them. Many a weed here stands for more of life to me than the big trees of California would if I should go there. We only need travel enough to give our intellects an airing. In spite of Malthus and the rest, there will be plenty of room in this world, if every man will mind his own business. I have not heard of any planet running against another yet.”
A passport stamp is not incontrovertible proof that you were actually there.
MG signing off (in the midst of the not so mundane, and endeavoring to take it all in)
Can’t sit still when on the phone, and having worn a path through floor varnish from pacing around figured why not?
There just wasn’t enough room for a casting pond anyway.
MG signing off (because he obviously can’t putt for shit either)
“In the promulgated views of man, in institutions, in the common sense, there is narrowness and delusion. It is our weakness that so exaggerates the virtues of philanthropy and charity and makes it the highest human attribute. The world will sooner or later tire of philanthropy and all religions base on it mainly. They cannot long sustain my spirit. In order to avoid delusions, I would fain let man go by and behold a universe in which man is but as a grain of sand. I am sure that those of my thoughts which consist, or are contemporaneous, with social personal connections, however humane, are not the wisest and widest, most universal. What is the village, city, State, nation, eye the civilized world, that it should concern a man so much? the thought of them affects me in my wisest hours as when I pass a woodchuck’s hole. It is a comfortable place to nestle, no doubt, and we have friends, some sympathizing ones, it may be, and a hearth, there; but I have only to get up at midnight, aye to soar or wander a little in my thought by day, to find them all slumbering. Look at our literature. What a poor, puny, social thing, seeking sympathy! The author troubles himself about his readers–would fain have one before he dies. He stands too near his printer; he corrects the proofs. Not satisfied with defiling one another in this world, we would all go to heaven together. To be a good man, that is, a good neighbor in the widest sense, is but little more than to be a good citizen. Mankind is a gigantic institution; it is a community to which most men belong. It is a test I would apply to my companion–can he forget man? can he see this world slumbering?”
As applicable now as it was to the thinker back then, timeliness (or lack thereof) of his various predictions notwithstanding? Certainly some elements chime familiarity.
MG signing off (because in the battle for attention between forests and trees, the trees win way too often)