Hello Maurice, Wake up from Down Under Austrasia Time Zone. This post has little to do with fast money, safe investment, helpful Prozac, pixilated Maurice, or evolving zygotes. It is simply the start of my holiday chronicles.
Here I am. No, no longer at the waiting lounge. Here, at seat 12 C. Watered, fed, refreshed, and entertained. Well, not quite. It is now 12 hours later, and the posting is from San Francisco.
The wife and I just suffered through ‘last minute madness’ in Hong Kong.
I had finished off a straightforward proposal on a scheme I know nothing about, based on a scrambled explanation given to me 2 days ago by a confused mind, but only read last night at 11:00pm, after an unrelated 1-hour 5-party phone conference with disgruntled and Kenneth-ed China power investor, and managed to go to bed at 2:30am.
My wife had a meeting at noon with her client and a potential investor shortly before our airplane was due to take-off, and because the meeting may save the client magazine group from going belly-up in February.
My staff was not able to locate a copy of the book “F.I.A.S.C.O.” in Hong Kong.
I had a lunch at the Foreign Correspondents Club with a four friends. We predictably talked about Enron, Global Crossing, Japan, girls, Japanese girls, evil Axis, GE, pension funding, accounting, Euro, and what would cure economic malaise. The last subject matter took all of 2 minutes to open, discuss, and close, as no one had any ideas. The pals feebly uttered, unconvincingly received, and decisively rejected deficit spending and credit creation. A previous non-believer in gold hoped that NEM would fall back to 20 to allow him one more chance to repent. There then was much giddy laughter and childlike delight, some private thoughts, and possibly decisions by some.
I just had an exciting dream in which one of the four engines of the plane was on fire, lots of hullabaloo, vibration, and dramatic sense of end. I did reach for my wife’s hand as the captain jettisoned the flaming engine. I enjoyed waking up from the dream. It is very satisfying to be alive.
Chugs, Jay |
