Hi DJ, CB, Kastel, Pezz, Maurice and the rest of the naughty folks on this thread, you shocked me. One hundred posts between June 8th 3:00am and June 9th 5:00pm. Speaking for myself, loved it all. Poor tradermike_1999 who started “The Coming Financial Collapse of 2001” will do well if he were to open a coffee shop :0)
The postings since my comments regarding coconuts and snausages have covered a wide range of topics, from the nature and substance of:
1. race and bigotry,
2. gambling,
3. doom and gloom and boom,
4. Internet, steam engine, zygote, humans and computers,
5. valuation
6. inflation and deflation
to the specifics of …
7. CB’s tugging of my chain <<air launched cruise missiles>>
8. Maurice’s tugging of everybody’s chain <<I'm already on a dead end branch>>
9. Marek’s suspicion <<This thread is more bullish and mellow than any other on SI>>
10. heinz’s rational certainty << the huge debt … eventual debt deflation … inevitable ... Japanese made the same mistake … happen here … potential … lot worse … no savings>>
11. DJ’s bleeding <<my bleeding is ... lets be optimistic ... nearing its end>>
12. dAK’s lament <<... life is too short …>>
13. Pezz’s pleading << Ever hear of "Don't fight the tape"?>>
14. Marek’s admonition <<No inflation - no profits, inflation - higher interest rates in longer run, deflation – disaster>>, and
15. Pezz’s folly <<I'm ahead 6 figures since Jan 1 … Guess that's what makes horse racing>>
And now, to Jay’s jolly.
It is Sunday for me, and it promises, barring accidents, to remain Sunday the whole day. Coincidentally, yesterday was Saturday for me, and even more amazingly still, tomorrow should be Monday.
Sunday must be for family, friends, at picnic, on outing, in the church, or in the den. Sunday is meant for the lazy and the busy. Sunday is for goofing off, and for reflection, unless it is for catching up.
Picture Jay, bleary eyed, wearing two day old shirt, hidden away in the stuffy study, tapping away on the keyboard, shielded from sunlight, cut off from nature, separated from family, communicating with the void.
Yup, I am tapping on the keyboard. Picture again, Jay, refreshed, chilled, playful, sitting on his multiple adjustment chair, in front of a Chin dynasty partners’ desk (chairs and drawers on opposite sides, as wife likes to hang out with Jay), placed in an airy and bright picture windowed room with one wall completely opened to the rest of the living space, immersed in sounds of “Gardens of Eden” by Putamayo, with music from Madagascar, Costa Rica, New Zealand, to Tibet, communicating with friends in hyperspace.
I have already sent off the Barron’s files to my mom and aunt in California, now writing this post, and looking forward to a new map to be played on-line later with friends in Hawaii, Japan and Philippines. Brunch with the in-laws and nap with the wife will be managed in betweens.
Sunday is my day, and the Internet is made for zygotes like me, thanks to deflating computer prices and communication costs, inflating software sophistication, irrelevancy of race and distance on this new planet earth.
Chugs, Jay |
