A couple of days, I did a post in which I mused about “One Possible Path“, which included this critical element that would precede a market tumble:
Well, maybe we’ve already got our “something”. (more…)
“How ya doing? Your energy level OK? Everyone all right?”
Our children, treading water in Trunk Bay just as I was, signalled to me that they were fine. Unlike their doughy father, my beloved children are athletic and strong, and they have the kind of stamina that makes a lengthy snorkeling adventure a pleasure. Like their father, however, they are sanctimonious about going au naturel and not relying on fins for their exploration like some of the obese Americans we witnessed.
My beloved kids have the same love of nature that I do, and we had several explorations during the past week that got us close to all manner of reptile, bird, and fish life. As a child, I cherished animal life far more than human, being somewhat of a misanthrope (surprise!), and my daughter in particular inherited this gene from me in abundance.
Last week, I stopped at the supercharger on the Google campus, and I walked over to Zareen’s, a popular place for Indian/Pakistani food to get a couple of mango lassis and samosas.
While waiting there, I noticed an unusually fat Indian kid. I would guess him to be about 15-16 years old, and well north of 200 pounds. I noticed him not just because of his size, but also because he was in a dress shirt, slacks, tie, and had a name tag dangling from a lanyard. Nearby was his also-very-fat father, who was dressed more casually. I noticed on the name tag was printed Camp BizSmart.
Greetings from 7 miles in the sky from your beloved host. Let’s take a step back – — a few thousand steps back, actually – – and drink in a very long view of the stock market. We’ll use the S&P 500 as our observed entity. Here it is below, spanning several decades, with three major tops tinted.
All I wanted was to sing to God. He gave me that longing… and then made me mute. Why? Tell me that. If he didn’t want me to praise him with music, why implant the desire? Like a lust in my body! And then deny me the talent?
This will be the most personal post I’ve ever written in nearly thirteen years of doing this blog. Indeed, I’ve been debating with myself whether I should ever do this post. There are people I know will read it whom I’d prefer not be aware of these thoughts. It would be much easier, as well as risk-free, to simply yammer on about some stupid chart or something. For whatever reason, however, I feel compelled to express myself.
OK, time to unload………
It is Monday evening, and ever since the closing bell, I’ve been seeing story after story about how that piece-of-shit company SNAP is now below its IPO price. Huge publications – – hundreds of times larger than our beloved Slope – – are making hay out of this big event, with such headlines as this:
Since it’s a Sunday (and in front of a quiet holiday week), I thought I’d write about blessings. In particular, blessings disguised as misfortune. To do this, I’ll share a couple of personal stories, each of which involves my former company, Prophet.
In August of 1993, a little more than a year after I started Prophet, we were hit by a devastating burglary (this is all detailed in my video documentary about the company which you can see here). It pretty much erased all the progress we had made since starting the place, and it took us about a year to recover.
At the end of our recovery year, my partner had had enough. He wanted out. This was terribly worrisome for me. He was my only partner, and he had all the technical talent. I was just the marketing and business guy. So his departure seemed like it would snuff the place out just when we were starting to get back on our feet. It seemed like very bad news to me, and he told me the (very modest) sum he woudl require to be bought out of his share.