Let me introduce to you, the one and only Billy Spears.

Hello,
What's been happening? That question is inherently rhetorical this time (as opposed to some of the other posts in which I fully expect you to answer out loud) but this time its different because of the sheer mass of things that must have transpired in your life since the last time I rapped at you. The short answer for the brief hiatus from these blank html pages was/is quite simple. There were some administrative issues and those coupled with the trivialities of preparing many many many many many many writing related assignment temporarily dissuaded me from doing much leisure thought,let alone enumeration of that thought onto an e-page.
But that, as they say, is that and my triumphant return (cue the heralds) is now upon us. However, that does not mean that much has changed in the overall life of this author. In fact this update probably finds me more mired in the usual sludgery that I try and avoid than usual. Despite these muddy happenings and goings on I have found time lately for coffee and the OMC album so life has not been altogether intolerable.
I found myself re-reading the intelligent Investor, and after all these times I can still find no flaw in the logic. For those non-initiates ( aside: a book that merits your consideration) the basic premise of the book is on value investing and the practices of it. Simply revolutionary in its time, it simultaneously broke up large "old-crowd," firms like Kuhn Loebe and put in thier place many small firms that until then could only be seen as outside players whom would never have the principle contacts the established players held that appeared to "dictate," the fickle world of finance.
In contrast, with value investing many evaluation tools were used to gauge the worth of the stock, ranging from components on the balance sheet to what sector the company occupied. As painstakingly obvious as this might seem, it was not stumbled upon until great deals of money had been needlessly thrown at many companies who were then successful for the sheer might that capitol-intensive investment firms could throw at the blue bloods. Not no more.
Every time I read the book though, I find myself trying to find the flaws or drawbacks. One need not be in the market for very long before you realize that with every strategy of scheme there are weakness that either are or aren't addressed with that distinction usually fleshing out the overall viability of said method. For the life of me I can't argue with evaluating the overall long term potential of a stock based on its fundamentals. Save for Day trading which is in and of itself its own beast ( See: Joe Randa) and is unique. The only ammendum ( a weak criticism at best) would be the speculative market place that can exist more and more in global communication age. Increased communicability, it would seem, has not increased our ability to quell rumors and unwarranted price inflation but in fact has encouraged it. Note the popularity of the song " Laughy Taffy."

Well that's it for this round up. I hope after this re up rodeo you found yourself sufficiently in wonderment as to how you survived these last two weeks with out my senseless tirades. As for advice, how's about skipping that one last drink of the evening. Instead opting for a double. Crack life on the head. Avoid cracking your head on life. Or putting crack into your life. Or playing Life while on crack. Or playing Life while alive. Or having a head while doing crack attempting to live. Or avoiding crack.

Cheers

That don't work

Hey,
It's nice to see you again it's been some time since we've seen each other old friend.

No time for a long post tonight, I just felt obligated to inundate mass(re:25) people with my thoughts for the afternoon so it looks as if you'll just have to suffer through the brain droppings.
Putting things of is an unusual beast is it not? There is nothing quite like not doing something, I find it very unique. I think the question should be framed the following way. If we, and we can assume this is true at least in my case, am inherently putting things off is it because these things i actually don't want to do them or is it because I want to do the other things? My answer is almost always the former. Which means several things, first I should shut up and start shaving, second why is it that I actively avoid doing things? Some would argue social inertia but I like to think that I am bland. Just bland.

I take all that back. I'm riveting and sometimes I can't even stand the thrill ride that is my life. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go play risk. Try and watch Step by Step and not think of Cody beating his wife.

Be real.

From the Back to the Middle and around again...

Hey there campers,
My oh my, how have you been? I've been worried sick! I was asked recently what the overarching theme of this blog was. In fact this question, it was posed to me not by someone I know but rather a Swede whom regularly reads my site because it "befuddles," him. To his reckoning my rants,although they strike him as interesting, lack both depth and coherency. Sound like anyone you know? I could not be more pleased. When I began this blog I suppose I did entertain certain flights of fancy regarding prolific and interesting things. With posts dedicated to some sort of centrality that would grant both this page and myself untold wealth and 'nassy. It would seem though, after several months that the wealth and the 'nassy are both still in the mail (my condolences women I'll be there soon) but the blog endures. Take that Sweden.

Which of course does beg the question, to what if anything, is this blog supposed to accomplish? Funny you should ask that reader. I guess I rarely ask myself that question and perhaps my blog reflects it. There is a saying older than me that reads something to the effect of "the reflection often mirrors its reflector," perhaps the fate of this blog was sealed the minute I touched finger to pad. That being said though, I really do enjoy the considerable freedom I have allowed myself on the html canvas. With no theme, but to glorify myself, I have the flexibility to do or say anything I want with no recourse, ex...

I RULE!!!!!!!

If you reading this your tuned in for ramblings and as I've said before, i do try to please.

This does though make two things imperative. One, that under no circumstances will there be any more substance to this blog. That I can promise you. Things discussed in this blog will have no more intrinsic value that my autograph, of that, I can assure you. Second is a bit more slippery. This component must remain intriguing to the reader. I often find myself wondering what exactly anyone wants to hear. I have reconciled it the following way. To begin I didn't know precisely why I started this blog (I'm sure you understand) but I did/do enjoy the half duplex of information and continue to keep it running. Much to the dismay of the arch-villains always trying to shut me down. You'd be surprised how persistent The Joker can be when he wants something. When something is of value to the author I think that is when it becomes of value to the reader and not a moment before, but that would be if I was trying to compose something of actual merit which is,crystal clearly, not the case here. Therefore, my textually driven farces will remain dedicated to nothing in particular in direct defiance of both Sweden and Slyvia Plath. The lighter the topic the better.

Make of it what you will. Your words can be your therapy as mine might or might not be to me. I'm not letting you that close. Something things you have to keep for yourself. For instance I really DID like the Devil Wears Prada, I'm sooo last year, and I did like Jodeci.

In regards to an actual post my day has been quite pleasant although it started with one of the mist intensely chaotic mornings that I have had in quite some time. Only after mornings like that do you appreciate why people can actually be uppity after a morning full of stressors. For a man wiser than myself it might make him appreciate his problems in scope and comparison to those of a man of similar age in Somalia, but alas I am fickle. At least for Comedy's sake.

Take care dear vigilantes I hope this post finds you well. As for advice, try getting over that fear of soap suds, live a little, pump it, just do it and take it the extreme.

Be Real.