Well, I was wrong. The market didn’t go up 900 points today; only 485. (Third largest point total gain ever.) Even dead cats can only bounce so high. Or maybe it’s just waiting for official October. I woke up late…
Category: A Day in the Life
On Certain Tuesdays in October
Ah, you say, but it’s not October yet. Sure. I don’t know of any site that sorts stock market activity by days of the week, but I have a guess that Tuesdays are running at a substantial net loss. Not…
Thematic
Even though I’ve been feeling Octobery for a full week, culminating in yesterday’s trip to a pumpkin patch in Petaluma for Emily’s 29th birthday, I officially am declaring the October Season open today. (Hit Refresh if you don’t see why.)…
Where Credit is Due
I don’t believe in credit. To crib an old line from Nikki Hay, it’s not that I don’t believe it exists or happens, it’s just that I don’t believe it really should. Or in using it myself. In my last…
Under Same Management
This Blue Pyramid has not been sold. “Established in 2006, Blue Pyramid brings to ABS three core competencies within IT support…” Hm. I wonder where they got the idea for the name “Blue Pyramid”. Or that it would somehow be…
High School Never Ends
“Then when you graduate You take a look around and you say “Hey wait!” This is the same as where I just came from I thought it was over, aw that’s just great. … Seen it all before I want…
But I Can Feel, I Can Feel: A Counting Crows Show on the Verge of Everything
It must be observed that this has been a week beyond the average. To attempt to capture it all in some sort of laundry list seems to trivialize it (as, indeed, the very nature of the phrase “laundry list” captures).…
Suicide in the Sort of Present: Thoughts on the Passing of David Foster Wallace (1962-2008)
David Foster Wallace was whirled into my life by my eighth girlfriend (if she can quite be called that), the one I’ve lovingly dubbed “Try Before You Buy” in the nomenclature of retrospect. It was my sophomore year in college,…
Hurtling Towards Resolution/October
The lack of Duck & Cover today is dedicated in silence to the memories of David Foster Wallace (1962-2008) and Peter Camejo (1939-2008). Truth be told, of course, I just didn’t have the time or energy (or inclination to wake…
Take Me Away, Country Roads (or: If On a September Eleventh a Traveler)
It is morning in America. Early morning here, just past six on a Friday morning. I’d normally be just stirring, an hour’s timezone west, wondering what the last day of the week was about to bring at work, wondering if…