Happy Halloween!
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Public Pumpkins
As some of you know, Marissa Mayer lives near me, and she is beloved by the children of the neighborhood since she does great Halloween. This year, of course, the trick-or-treating has been banned, but Ms. Mayer is undeterred. She has, as always, decked out her house splendidly. She also, being a zillionaire, bought the only funeral home in Palo Alto, just for the hell of it, and has turned the entire thing into a huge display of gargantuan pumpkins (hundreds of pounds each). I took a few photos early in the morning while walking my dogs:
(more…)Est Nihil
As a child of the Cold War, I have a very easy “tell” that indicates when I am really anxious: I have a dream about a nuclear war. It happens every single time. If I’m extraordinarily worried, then the mushroom clouds show up. It happened to me just the other night.
The reason, as you might guess, is related to the election. However, it isn’t the election per se: it is the market’s reaction to it. Just think back to the mayhem that took place on Election Night 2016. I suspect something akin to that, but instead of taking place over several hours, it could go on for days, or even weeks. Just wild, crazy swings, up and down, with every tidbit of news lurching the market this way and that. Thus, the dreams of nuclear annihilation.
(more…)Way To Go, Trevor!
It’s amazing Nikola is still trading. I guess we’re getting a glimpse into what Theranos or WeWork would have been like, if they had made it to a public offering. Expect more of the same, in my opinion.
(more…)The Game’s Afoot
You’ve probably heard the Sean Connery died at age 90. I thought we’d honor him here by way of Darrell Hammond: