Hello Maurice, I have before me a big blue ocean tapestry, just beyond the penthouse bedroom’s corner-to-corner-to-corner-to-corner floor-to-ceiling sliding doors. Air current is flowing from my right to my wife’s left.
I checked my calendar for this day, and it appears that we have not scheduled except dinner with friends we are not staying with, after just hanging out with the three friends we are staying with.
The ladies seem content to rise out of bed at around 11:00ish, fix their men some juices, eggs, bacon, and toast, then trying to convince the men to get of our collective behinds and do things. Suggestions range from horseback riding to hiking to cruises. We, the men, seem perfectly content to get out of bed, play Unreal Tournament on-line, talk the markets, wait for breakfast, avoid horseback riding, say no to hikes, ignore cruise talk, and then drink a beer, go for a swim, play the stock market on-line, talk Unreal Tournament, and eventually gravitate towards yet another stuff-me-until-food-coma seafood dinners.
We are hoping that the ladies will give up on us and amuse themselves with shopping.
I am feeling unusually productive this holiday, discussing with my two buddies the ‘musts’ of a hoped for Holy Grail of money making. We are helping our locally resident friend to formulate a ‘GeneNet’ of stock trading.
This early retired ex-bond arbitrage friend is in turn partnered with a Silicon Valley survivor who can do nasty heuristic learn-as-you-go self-teaching computer program that will supposedly back-test and instant-test trading strategies based on a whole lot of rules tagged to technical indicators and other happenings of this world, working off historical databases and collect-as-you-go information pots.
We are also looking at various ways to arbitrage the futures, option, and equity markets.
The idea is ambitious, almost not worth doing, but, just may be can work 51% of the time? What if we can find the Holy Grail?
What a thought. Waking up at 8:00am to participate in the last three hours of NYSE trading, Take a swim, do brunch, flip newspaper, take nap break from 11:00am to 4:00pm, participate in the first three hours of Sydney and Tokyo markets, and first two hours of Hong Kong market, swim, dinner, evening entertainment, and then at 9:00pm, check in on the last hour of Hong Kong market, and the first hours of the S. African and London markets. Buying spot gold in one market, selling stock options in another, and change some currencies in a third market, all done between games of on-line Unreal Tournament, trips to the beach, snacks of seafood.
Oops, I forgot, also need the massage bed to be located not too far away from the trading station, with perhaps a air-ported MAC G4 on wheelies within reach.
Maurice, is this what you meant by the age of Q, living off the sweat of others’ labour, absconding with a tranche of option premium here and escaping with a load of mania profit there, always believing that one is providing a vital, historically and socially relevant service, enabling progress and enhancing peace, light and harmony; and when a mistake is made, be bailed out by a friendly central banker? I sure hope so :0)
I am hoping to leverage off the mistakes of the benighted Maestro Greensputin and the naïve professor BurnAndKaput.
I mean, what could be more productive than having everyone in the world to lead a speculative life and live off the work of, well, Q-enabled workers. And all the while, having this wonderful trade wind current through the blue ocean decorated bedroom.
Why do I suspect that this state of monetary management and financial affairs cannot be?
Chugs, Jay |
