In Louisiana, where I grew up, the local weatherman was pretty much a celebrity. Why would that be? Because he was important, all year long. The weather changed a lot, and during hurricane season, it was particularly important to stay on top of the weather. Indeed, as a kid, one of my favorite things to do was to track, on graph paper, the various storms and hurricanes as they moved toward us. It was the first sign that I like drawings which showed dynamic change. I could longitude and latitude the hell out of that paper.
Here in Palo Alto, it’s a different story. I offer to you Exhibit A:
This represents the weather for the month of June. At ANY time this month, you could have asked me what the weather for the day was going to be like, and I could have said:
- No rain;
- Gentle breeze of 15 miles per hour;
- An average temperature of 64 degrees
And I would have been correct. Every. Single. Day. (Don’t get me wrong, I love this weather).
Thus, when I woke up this morning, and examined all that had happened since I turned my monitors off, I could not help be reminded of the difference between exciting weather (my childhood) and now:
Dead. A corpse. Moribund. Nothing.
See, my position is rather unusual, because not only do I have to attempt to trade this fetid pile of crap, but my livelihood (that would be the website you are on right now) is in the business of providing tools and information to do the same thing. And it ain’t goin’ great, folks, because, one by one, people are deciding it would be more fruitful to watch old Mutual of Omaha Wild Kingdom episodes than deal with this market we’re in right now.
As the wise words state: this too shall pass. But, in the meanwhile, it sucks out loud. I’ll see you when the market gives me something to say.
