words, words, words

Tonight’s dinner was incredible. Susi cooked kippers and a salad. I
think kippers might be my new favourite food.

On July 11th I bought stock in Exxon.
Here is my rationale:
If you can’t beat ‘em, exploit ‘em.
I had this crazy idea that Bush was going to cause a bunch of global
trouble to push up the price of oil before he left office.
That way he could retire super-rich, instead of just rich.
Oil keeps on rising.
I’ll let Bush give me some dirty money and then spend it on an
electric car.
I’ve been told that people have gone broke doing things like what I
have done based on hunches.
However, I think the Elliott Wave is a lot crazier.
The idea that there are patterns in the market if you can only look
at it from the right height.
It reminds me of something cool I heard on the BBC.
They said that the coastline of England becomes larger the more you
zoom in on it.
Wide swaths of map become craggy nooks and little bays.
Then individual rocks, then grains of sand, then the moving ocean,
rising sea levels.
It is chaos theory.
You can magnify it to the point where it is not measurable. To the
point where your very existence can alter the outcomes.
So… of course you can find a pattern in the stock market. Just
zoom in or out until you find a measurement that suits you theory, it
has to be there.
I’m assuming that greed rules politics. That seems a lot more
sensible to me.