For what it's worth

Fellow Tookie Mourners,
Yo, happy holidays and to each a good Monday. This day, for me ( I guess blogging is inherently this narcissistic) has been one replete with trails and tribulations the likes of which haven't been seen by a person since Ringo made Caveman. Late on Sunday I found myself realizing that the market was ripe for the picking. Although lately its been making somewhat of a sideways stall, today( I guess with the potential fed meeting tomorrow, although I cant really discern why, the street almost knows its going to hike interest rates again) it seemed to break a little up. There, as always seems to be the case lately, were some real potential shorts. The stock (NMGC) that I shorted on Friday ( which closed at 50% less than when it gapped up thurs.) fell again today, which, again i cant really figure out, because simply, it was up on real news (earnings, good ones) and partly because i guess i wasn't in on it as well. Always money to be made, hookers to be had.
However, it seems like the more and more i delve into the realm of day-trading, the more bogs I subscribe to and the more financial knobs I polish, the more I lose touch with my humbler transcendentalism roots. My current hypothesis is that since my current situation deals exclusively with money and although I have to remain (sink or swim) abreast of the news to be profitable, the truism remains. The reason that I connect to the outside world is becoming less and less to feel integrated into a global blanket that keeps me and my future warm and robust. Nay, it is now more and more to line the pockets of me, the man, he who although is aware of the level three testing of CYPO's new laser to reduce wrinkles and POSSIBLY enlarge arteries or loosen plaque build-up in pulmonary areas, my first thought is no longer whom it will help and hoping it does, but rather, much more acutely, if I think it will be successful, if there are competitors, is the market over-populated, what is the TA and how are the fundamentals, is it a one ticker boom? What is its percentage outstanding debt to its current profit margin, etc. etc. The list is never ending, and I hope to make some in-roads allowing me to hold onto my humanity versus money.
Then again though, I don't often write without hyperbole and this is no exception. I, in the hinterlands of my minds, still allow for me to fancy myself some sort of intellectual romantic who hustles his way through everyday life, a maverick at heart. Today was no different. With the computer on the blink so I couldn't trade ( did I already mentions that's why I was inhibited?) I took what started out be a quick trip to the grocer but, as fate would have it, turned out to be a rapid transit this short of eye opening.
I'll allow that I really cant think. If ever I had something profound to say then I would have probably said it by now, that being said though, I do reserve the right to analyze things for myself from time to time. I guess that's the curse of being alive ,but in order to survive I guess I have to kind of reason things out. Tragically for everyone involved I know. It was during this train mash today though that someone shone the light on this poor sinner. I was able to wipe the crap out of my eyes for a fleeting nano-second but that's all it took. The beauty is in the breakdown. Suspending the inevitable question of being able to find any kind of intrinsic truth from an Enya song, allow me to progress. I found, that life is forever spinning. I believe someone once said that the only constant is change, which I found myself constantly trying to reconcile with what seemed to be the obvious facts of life, that being that it (life) is without concrete rhyme or reason with no real recourse available to find that information out. Okay, so it may seem obvious to someone who is just reading it, but for me it took a long time to figure out. But I believe what I have discovered is a liberating hands off theme as applied to living. That is to say that when those two ideologies are blended one can only come to the conclusion that life is mainly observable, and although we play a direct role in what we watch on our T.V. it is exclusively our responsibility to realize that we ( we as in the royal we) are all watching T.V. and therefore ( at least for all of my reckoning) no ones television viewership is that much better than anyone else's. For instance, there is large amounts of value in almost every stage of the game, and thus any pursuit is almost the equivalent of another. Not only does every experience shape and mold the way we witness other events in our life (granting it equivalent meaning) but furthermore it is just a show on your television, which doesn't make it more relevant or important than anything else or anyone's else's. Which I find kind of liberating. I find importance in that kind of connectivity. Enjoy, whole heartedly, just sitting on the couch. Ice Cube's life experience, although slightly more exotic than mine, cant be cashed in later for any "life money," as it were, so it depends on what he has observed and reveled in during that life. For whom and what he lived, to what extent did he love or to what degree was he loved?
Soooooo, I guess what I'm saying is that living is a congruent experience, just have a slice of it's pie. Of course, feel free to disagree with me, however I would appreciate it if you would do so in a format that didn't involve me for the simple reason that at this moment everything is kind of sitting pretty for me and I'd rather not mess with it.
In lighter news, the internet, Ameritrade, etc. seem to be back up so I guess tomorrows a go. Monday nights tend to feel a lot like being in the back of the line for the ice cream truck when all you really wanted was to just hang out with your friends in the line in the first place. I mean, couldn't you have hung out with them at the playground? But alas, the grind is the grind and we must tarry off to the places we will be from and eek out a living there, pining for the weekends, or the weekdays, that allow the toleration to continue, or maybe I just haven't found my calling or maybe I really like gin.
Aight, hustlas keep on moving what needs to be moved and remember I'm a pontificating senseless guy, who's into hip-hop and freely admits to the societal contradictions therewithin. Be real.