Bill Hwang looking unperturbed, presumably before Archegos blew up (photo by Emile Wamsteker for Bloomberg).
(more…)Trying Not To Think About Viacom
Slope of Hope Blog Posts
Slope initially began as a blog, so this is where most of the website’s content resides. Here we have tens of thousands of posts dating back over a decade. These are listed in reverse chronological order. Click on any category icon below to see posts tagged with that particular subject, or click on a word in the category cloud on the right side of the screen for more specific choices.
Life Crushed Flat
Boredom. I’ve written about it many times. I invariably describe it as more terrifying to me than death. I’m not exaggerating. The prospect of having nothing to do is miserable beyond belief to me. I do not idle well. I’m not going to relax. I don’t want to relax. I want to make things. And when I can’t make things, I lose my mind. Trust me, I’ve been losing my mind severely lately, and my grappling with the boredom demons has never been worse.
Of course, I don’t just roll around on the floor shrieking when I am in this state. I desperately try to find something productive or constructive to do. But sometimes there’s just nothing left, and I have to get creative. After all, one can sort the proverbial sock drawer only so many times. So I did something I hadn’t ever done before: I opened up my huge trunk of memories, and I sorted through it.
(more…)Ionosphere
April tends to be a strong month for equities, and this month has certainly started off true to form. Lifetime highs are everywhere, and the SPY is sporting seven green candlestick bars in a row.
Windless Sails
Well, I shoulda know yacking my mouth off about my near $2 million virtual account was the sign of the end-times. Ain’t looking so good now!
Easy come, easy go, right? Down almost 30% in a matter of days. Ouchie!
Box of Memories
Last night, I was doing some serious spelunking in my attic and storage closets for some old files, and I happened to come across a large brown box labeled, simply, “Memories.”
One thing long-time readers may have garnered about me is that I am sentimental to a fault. Or perhaps they haven’t. I’m not sure if I broadcast that kind of thing. But under this stoic figure lies a mushy mass of emotions and neuroses, all bundled together with the bailing wire of a few fond memories. Let’s face it, a middle-aged man who still tears up at the Spock death scene in Wrath of Khan isn’t particularly steely.
I am always interested to delve into the past, however, since a lot of interesting events have taken place in my time so far on this planet. It’s somewhat chilling, too. But I’ll get to that in a moment. For now, I offer something a bit more banal, which is this:
(more…)