And no one can talk to a horse of course..

Hey there Sports Fans,
Merry Post-Christmas, this is just Andrew rappin at you through the specific lenses that always seem to get nice and polished up at roughly this time each year. For me it allows these old blue eyes to see things in different lights entirely than the rest of these 12 months. Non-impact holiday emotional side-lights aside, this round of general holidaying has allowed me to mull over the things inherently non-sensical.
It would seem as if life would grow less connected not more. From a logical standpoint I always reasoned that the older I got the less and less dependent I would be for support from other human beings. Perhaps dependent isn't the right word, something more accurate might be, looking forward. After all, with age, I've heard, comes self-reliance, meta-physical understanding, harmony and self-fulfillment, at least that what the adults on the Mentos commercials seem to espouse. However, it has been my limited bout with aging that has allowed me to see the vast inter-connected life flow that I guess runs innately through these high-ways and by-ways of our lives. If actions themselves stand independent of label,which I believe to be a truism, then therefore it is we who must assign them value. Therefore, at least a little bit, to the best of my reasoning, life is somewhat perspective oriented. Where am I going with this? I'll tell you, life as it exists is primarily a cerebral experience then. It seems like that although, the seeing and physically experiencing of an event is important in respect to shared human experience, its that mental registering and consequent filing that enables us to sort through the milieu of everyday existence. I think its that bond that links us to others. If not for the soul reason of just seeing what life is like outside our own heads. I know that is of infinite interest to me. It might be the soul driving force behind most of my interactions. Left to my own devices, I can be dull at least, but once inspired even the must insipid, non-talented (which by definition includes myself) can be lead to great things through friendship and shared experiences. Therefore, I suppose its vital that family, who play an important role in the early stages of "outer-life exams," be kept in the loop. Otherwise there is no barometer to hold other social relation to, which ipso facto I believe, can kind of devalue the life experience, but I always have had a passion for bravado.
The rant portion of my post being satisfied, these last couple days for me (you as well probably) have been, at best, jam packed with activity, and at worst, had every shred of free time ripped violently from my cracked and bleeding hands and being placed on the altar to satisfy my mother. Whom, with very little effort, can at will subject any person to the most intense guilt tolerable without crying. A talent that I, both in the past and this trip, am a veteran of. Thus, although pleasurable for the most part, in retrospect, I guess I probably placed too much of an emphasis on being home, as opposed to being mentally home and allowing myself to be accessible. Note for next year I guess.
Before you label my mother diatribe (or worse me) as exaggerated, know this. My dog no longer uses the restroom within five feet of the backdoor solely because my mother looks at her and the dog knows she is letting her down. Respect.
Other than that though, Im just plum exhausted, which feels quite the same way no matter what season, be it holiday or otherwise, it happens to be. My apologies for the lack of levity in the post. But the difference with me is, I just don't give a fuck.

To be young is to be high,

I left my wallet in El Segundo,
6:30 AM is earlier in anyone's book. Really, I think its hard to make a case against that. I'm sure your a boy/girl scout and everything, but I truly have trouble getting up that early. To exacerbate matters Im not quite sure how to combat it, surely the answer isn't a nap ( for two reasons, one I really don't like sleeping that much in general and secondly because I actively try and avoid all activities that exactly mimic my grandfather, except watching Dallas, which is legit and you know it) so I'm really exhausting my options fairly steadily. Of course there exist artificial things to help kick of your mornings, this is list includes but isn't limited to coffee,tea,ice cold drink,ice down your shorts, being screamed at, having (and here "have," is defined as the threat of stoning to death as a recourse to a non-action) being in a physically threatening situation, or in the most extreme situations waking up next to Justin Maloney (I've been there and it ain't pretty, usually your covered with chewing tobacco spit). However, I am not without hope, fear not pantheon of readers, Andrew will prevail. If there is one thing that Im quite certain of in this life, it is that to a large extent I can master my own body. Which gives me a (truly, really, huge, false) sense of security. In minutiae cases especially, this is perfect. It's potentially really self-rewarding and there's a high probability that I could best it using my most effective self-repair tool, the ubiquitous placebo-effect.
Onward and upward though, my day has been kind of drag in so much as I've over-complicated the market. Earlier I my stint, I found myself trading on a pure almagamation of instinct and Charts. However, the deeper I grow and seed myself the more I learn to obstificate matters at hand. For instance today a stock, which will remain nameless so you can't look it up and see my folly (JMAR) presented me with a perfect entry position for a short. It had successfully broken out of a little uptrend, an ascending wedge no less, then was poised to fall out of bed. However, instead of decreasing my entry position and entering the low position buy stop, I tried to read the Mac-D and so on and lost my opportunity, talking myself out of a cool 15% decrease. But who's counting?
Warmer climes in winter can be refreshing don't you agree? Inspiring almost, its one of the few times that a large non-ominous natural swing can induce people to think. It invokes the "don't know what you've got till its gone," philosophy, which is fun to observe, for me and you, in elevators and dentists offices across the country. Notice the aforementioned bounce in the collective societal step. Notice the self-absorbed house mother who gets to look at somekind of horizon for even the briefest second. Notice the educator who thinks perhaps he should go light on homework tonight, after all he remembers college. Notice the student, who instead of watching TV, can for on afternoon, toss a Frisbee or something else "they," do. Notice the lame blogger who uses weather as a vehicle to make himself feel good about trite sociological goings on.
Well do something then, go out and stop reading blogs, I know that I'm not. I've got six more hours of work to do. However, it will make you happy to know that upstairs no one will be home. I'll be there with you looking through your eyes, so do something cool, or look at yourself or someone else naked (female hopefully, although at this point I'm not picky), I'd appreciate that too. Be real.

When you look through the bottom of an empty glass...

Hey there Bulls Fans,
Are you aware that with the convergence of two former Bulls center as the "center," pieces to the Bulls sideline coverage,it officially makes the bulls the tallest commentary combo in the history of the NBA, which is not a light chip on my shoulder, often it hurts to carry.
The market, the market, the market is not on fire. We don't need no natural gas, cuz tha muthafuckaz going to triple in price and be the omnipresent brakes on the economy the FED has been trying to manufacture via these artificial interest rate hikes.
In a related market note, I would like to highlight the closing/striking of the New York Transit workers bringing the world to a screeching halt (or at least a mild pause). The debate,as you all probably realize, is manifest of a larger debate that is about to uncomfortably undress (you mighy be next!) people across this country, is that namely companies can no longer stay competitive( especially at a blue collar level) to offer benefit and retirement packages in a global market. GM, for instance, today dipped below 20 dollars, unheard of and admittedly largely reversible, but still was induced to a large degree by their over-commitment to their employee (granted a case could be made for their lack of restructuring, aggressive advertising campaign, failure to manage the rising gas prices and over-paying board members, but that is neither here nor there). The American employer can no longer grant the kind of work based coverage that has oiled the health wheels of this country for so long. Which of course begs the question of the next move. While I don't have the answer I do have postulates, but one thing that I will say is, as a whole, the American (consumer,leech,children,parents) needs to be more fiscally disciplined, plain and simple. To be blunt, that could of course have negative short term effects on the countries economy, but to live on credit is simply building the economy like a house of cards, hollow and easily blown down.
My day though, hasn't been largely constructive, but mildly enjoyable none-the-less. With a mild mid-snack,I find myself now under the persuasion of casual eaters at the noon hour. Something that unto this point has been a completely foreign concept to me ( over-looking the lewd jokes on eating), but now has become the bounce in my steps in the afternoon. And after all isn't that the goal. If its string theory or Hinduism, one common denominator is the bounce in your step.Don't you agre? Follow me here...
-Invention of fire (once stepped on fire induced the FIRST bounce in your step)
-Seperation of Pangea (A bounce was needed to continent jump)
-Magna Carta (just a feel good document, many bounces)
-Russian Revolution ( if Czar Nick had just a bit more bounce to his step...)
-WWII ( What if Truman hadn't had a bounce to his step? What then huh?)
-Watergate ( Little known fact, after the I am not a crook speech, all the democrats collectively had a bounce in their step)
-Al gore ('nuff said)
That however, is the kind of thing they leave out of the history books. Frailty, thy name is bounce.
Well, this is me signing out, and remember if it had been up to me, I would have named you Kingsley.

Always buy the foam machine

Hey there cutie,
Yes, I'm talking to you. I'm sure you deserve it, walking around looking like you do. Don't be embarrassed, look at you, everyone else is. Embrace it, those looks are what keeps the race propagating, without you we would have died of during the bubonic plague...
SO take pride in it, read the rest of the blog it's for you.....
What a Sunday today has been, I don't know about the three of you, but for me it has been nothing but introspection and pop culture consumption, many of you might write that off as a day wasted but for me,that's one for the record books.
There is always something to be said for taking it easy, hell the eagles don't just write about anything, you have to really mean something. Witchy Women you ask?...Case closed.

Plowing through darkness that looks a lot like snow,
Bits of brilliant dark light penetrating you so.
Cheers, jeers are thoughts much the same
A dream deferred, caught out in the rain.
Soft gentle prose with a stained cheap shirt
Hard rigid words,learned nothing, and wishing you hurt.
Simple pentameter, attempts to attain
something, that with luck, wont be washed away in that rain.
A fucked-up pick-up, covering the road,
flashes of headlights, bodies it seems to corrode.
Three day old snow, often feels old,
Transient nature,left out in the cold.


Or some shit, its therapeutic to write simple poetry/hip-hop lyrics. I have to admit that ive been going to bed earlier and earlier, I guess this holiday cheer is penetrating deeper and deeper, something that I usually enjoy. However, this year, unlike years past, I've let it blow by far to quickly. I suppose in order to truly savor something you have to keep it part of the cognizant mind, let it dance around in those lobes, kiss a wrinkle under the mistletoe, not let it be the background to something/everything else.
Some might smell a broader application to that philosophy, but not me, I'm not into philosophy, you cant handle my infinite nature.
So take it from me, savor it, suck it, live in it. Make sure and do something this evening that ensures you know it happened. There is no greater tragedy then when someone asks what you did last night, not being able to distinguish it from every other night.
What are my plans? A microwave dinner and watching Roadhouse, do as I say, not as I do.

Mase is now In G-unit?

When the hell did that happen?

Mase, former Bad-boy, betha, Harlem World, who has 24 hours to live, when a the guy in the back of the club keeps looking at him just cuz his pants sag down to the flo, does what he does just like he doing it for TV, MASON BETHA? Is now G-UNIT?
When the hell did that happen? Over-looking the fact that he now is a hellfire Baptist minister, why in Gods name would he leave Bad Boy? I mean we welcomed him back, i even over looked the fact that his triumphant return sampled a song that wasn't that hott in the beginning. But he, like most of the men I've loved, left for me the bright lights of another star, not that I can blame them.
today's blog is without a doubt dedicated to those wiley rascals who hold up spots on street corners hoping to solicit a few dollars in sub-zero temperatures. Today marked the first time I even thought about "donating," (filling someone's pipe) to a homeless person. Not only do you have to respect someone selling obvious fake purses and sunglasses in sub-zero weather, but for my money (pun-intended), you must also applaud him. That must be the last rational thought in the human experience, selling sunglasses when its so cold I contemplated ripping parts of the sidewalk up to cover myself.
Market was tepid at best this morning and afternoon, however that's always the norm when Friday's are concerned, but its a nice relax point. You can always tell exactly when New York goes to lunch, which always seems to make me hungrier literally.
It's been my experience that Ameritrade has always been excellent at finding shares to short, albeit there are many other negatives (starting with the name) but today, they finally lost the last straw and probably me. There were several ways to squeeze some dough out of this morning and was kept from it by the behemoth that is my broker. Real.
The sweet smell of success award today goes to Tom Delay. Congrats. I don't believe that any one person has ever been more systemic of a larger problem than this one mouthpiece. I will say this though, with the complete conservative refusal to invest in alternative energy strategies, there will forever (defined as the next couple fo years) be a speculative consumer market for such, fueling potential intraday trades. Cyclical.
Later today is the building Christmas party, booze provided. I am interest in several things, namely if the doorman is going to be IDing kids or not, and if not the possible implications of that. Secondly, I'm stoked to actually see people who live here. For Christ sakes its like living with Eric Karros' career. Although I think a large part of that is probably the "get wherever the fuck your going," architecture of the front and back lobbies.
Well, I guess I'm out, My advice for the day, switch your recording company. Failing that, your the letter that your unti starts with. AAAAAAA-UNIT!!!

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Lies (with jokes)

Who wants to holla at some wata for a dolla?,

Hey, there. Sometimes it sure is nice to make your own impression on something white. It seems like lately the color white (masquerading as snow) has been forcefully entering my life. Not that I mind so much, however I guess I would like it to run it past me. Snow: " Hey Andrew, I was wondering, later if you weren't doing anything, maybe I could throw myself all over everything, cars and stuff you know." Me: " Ah, a man after my own heart, feel free snow, throw yourself haphazardly about." But, it made no so much request and as such, I'll take my small retaliation in sullying its baby brother, blogging screens.
Surely, today couldn't have been any more interesting, in a vague reference to my previous post, action, be it bad or good, sure is stimulating isn't it? This morning there wasn't much happening in the market so, like the disciplined trader that I am, I slowly begin trying to manufacture trades. Before you think to yourself, "Andrew, sure is quite the savvy financier and HUNG," let me be the first to debunk one of those myths, I sure should have laid off the things that I did. At first I missed the ride on SUF ( who coincidentally was up on two news items, one that they got the go ahead for testing on their new diabetes drug and secondly for their new sweetener for foods in the EU, a business strategy stolen straight form the " Heritage Foundation," manual for contradictions) and so, as I thought it might be in an ascending triangle pattern and ready to brake I pumped it, at what turned out to be, the worst possible position at 9.88, which turned out to be a bad tick, because at the time it was trading at 9.77! So, translation,I lost money before I even began. However, again being the well schooled trader that I am, I relied on my largest benefactor as of late, hope, and watched it steadily climb (with some REAL resistance at 10.00) to 10.09 (a cool profit, at least I can eat lunch, which cannot be over-rated) so I sell, but it takes Ameritrade an extra fucking century to match up bid and ask and I don't get out until the price is 9.75 (never sell at market when short intraday) and was thusly down. The rest of the day was mostly a%

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.

Just Checking

I wanted to make sure i could re-post, and i can, beware, sit on and rotate.

Here's to the night

About to head out...

I can't help but feel overwhelmed by the prospect of the evening. It seems like most everyone else is empowered by it, but as in most moments thus far in my life, i tend to feel frightened by the prospect of the potential.
Perhaps that paints me as to much of a wiener. Wiener or not I cant seem to shake the feeling that every evenings main variable is, inherently me, which in turn makes me hyper aware of myself. So I guess its probably my low self realization (number?) that makes me feel a little beleaguered by the prospect of an evening of recreation. I often find myself half drunk wondering what comes next. Which I believe is probably endemic of the problem I mentioned earlier, without an actual direction or reason, the drunks, and conversations seem to just pass by me too fast, I try harder than i should to compartmentalize and sort when instead I should be taking them at face value , and living/bathing in the moment.
But hey, I guess that's what tonight is all about. As you can tell this post is unabashedly opposed to having any consistency both in thought, spelling and punctuation. Which are all things that really are important to me on a sliding scale. By the by said scale is busy weighing the value of the things and I'm becoming more and more okay with that (namely the value of watching my father air box the fridge).
I believe, really, that the only thing getting to me could be the natural aphrodisiac that is the Chicago skyline. Really, most times I envision it to be some new Elvis Presley and I, a helpless women in his arms, via Jailhouse rock. However, if you want to talk vague intellectuality, which apparently I do, then it can really swallow you up. Earlier today I met Dennis Rodman, a man who in one day has seen more women naked than i ever will in my career as a peeping tom. I only mention that because in these evenings you meet some people whom can really illuminate a room, and most times you are stuck trying to screw a lightbulb in the back corner of a bar. Luckily, in my case, Im trying to screw that light bulb in the back of the bar, BUT with a huge cock. I guess it could be worse.
Well this, that, was my inaugural post. Again, I blame it in society.