That Time of Season Again and Never...

So, yesterday, me and mum took an evening walk along the Hudson and grabbed a drink and watched the Yankees at Boat Basin... The kids caught wind of this, and badgered me to take them today... so as in my previous post, when I said I was going to clear my mind before June 1, 2006, I had to bring the kids with me down to the Hudson... Be that it's almost the summer, there are many fun events that take place down on Hudson Riverside South park, or the boardwalk'. So we bobbled down by the newer boardwalk which has been around for about three years now, and low and behold, the Outdoor Grill(not Boat Basin Cafe) was alive and grilling. Curious was busy making 'meh' noises at the canadian geese in the river, until he saw the lights under the canopy... the sizzle of burgers caught our olfactory bulbs. Now, the beer there is a good price for the location, $5.00, and since it's not really a bar, you are not inclined to tip, basically Pier 1 Cafe and Boat Basin know they can't start shaving each other for business or they'll all be out of business. Of course, the burgers carry about a 20% premium, which is mainly for the fun of eating outside by the river at sunset. So every now and then it's a treat. Hay pulled on my sleeve, as of course it's that hot time of season where I still wear longsleeves to hide my embedded inked arms and body. Hay then asked,"Can I have a burger Daddy, oh can I?" I gave in and said, "Oh Okay, USA." And then Curious asked for a burger too. "NO. You'll take one bite and not finish..." I admonished. "Oh, but he can get shoefries!" said Hay. I rolled mine own two eyes, "Shoe 'string' fries, Hay," I said, "And we're going to share them." They chatted and munched away as the orange rippled sunset faded to black... Hay is old enough to know that during this time of season, Daddy's income is volatile, so some months, like the month of May, there will be no fun burgers... and some months burgers a plenty... such is the case... it's 930pm, and they are tuckered out now... I for one have some continuing education and research...

It Ain't Priced In, so Dollar Should Rally a bit, despite whatever NFP brings on Friday...

I'm going to take a nice evening walk in about 10 minutes to clear my mind of everything. Today's release of the FOMC minutes basically said, yes another 25 basis points in June, and the initial equity market reaction was correct, dipping into the negative; you have to realize that it only rallied in the last hour because it's been shit upon so hard in May. As such, the dollar should gain strength at least 3 handles against the majors, especially versus pound sterling. I'm going to clear my mind and start all things new tomorrow, June 1, 2006. Right now, I am filled with frustration and bad health.

Short Usd/Jpy at 112.62, Long GBP/Usd at 1.8589

Of course I closed both positions before the floodgates let loose, and in the UK Times some shit about the next Treasury Secretary supporting a Weak Dollar policy... a mere two hours later around 930pm edt, the fucking pound rallies100 pips and the dollar tumbles against the yen over 100 pips approaching midnight... this mind you is still Memorial Day in the states, and yet action is still so severe... The dollar is going to be weak for reasons all together way the hell outside the realm of the next Treasury Secretary for goodness gracious fucksake.

Luck, Don't Be A Lady... Tonight...

I'm not a big fan of Vegas show tunes and big swing bands with vocals, and perhaps the closest thing I like is Tom Jones, which has a bit more pizazz. So I brought the kids down to the Sorrento Cheese Festival in Little Italy, and we watched Frank Sinatra Jr. and his Orchestra for a little while. It was fun and very generic. The fair goes on the weekends in the summer, of course it is not on the scale of the San Genarro Festival, but there was one block with games and squirt gun in clown mouth balloon pop games. Nobody was playing the games, so I let Curious and Hay(as you need at least two players) compete for a large green inflatable alien protoype figure. Turned out, it was so close of a race when the balloon popped that the vendor simply gave the toy to Hay. Curious started a fuss, and kept saying 'nuh uh, I won, I won!' And he and Hay made such a fuss that I said, 'Forget it! Nobody gets the alien!' And I handed the toy back to the vendor, and we marched away in silence. We were initially planning on staying into the evening until Mum came home, and eat canoles for dessert. Even Hay was a bit pouty after that. Then Curious had to pee, which turned out to be a good thing, because I've once again located yet another awesome public bathroom in the Bookstore on the corner of Prince and Mulberry St. It's a really nice toilet, and the closest one around there is usually Crate and Barrel, but this one, you don't even have to pretend your looking at furniture, because it's so easy to pretend to browse through books.

Never Wish Again...but try to Know...

Held within the Pleasure Dome...
Decreed by Kubla Khan....
To taste my bitter triumph....
As a mad immortal man...

Anyways, the Falafel place between W72-W73rd and Columbus is the best in town. First of all, it is not only inexpensive, but kinda cheap ($4.95) when you get the appetizer plates, which are large enough anyways for a meal. It comes with 4 halves of pita bread, 6 falafel balls, paprika oil salad cucumbers and chili and hummus sauce, served when you eat in, on a wicker basket, and you must eat in at times, because what tops it all off, is the open window couch pillow seat, where you can lean against the pillow, eat, read, and if you must locate your increment on the circle of linear time, you need only look over your right shoulder and lay witness to the large face clock on the corner of 72nd, above the Chase bank... I brought the kids with me, and Curious said,'this is weird food, daddy.' Hay said, 'Nuh uh. It's exotic, George.' They are now acting up as Mum is away for the long weekend, and they have no school tomorrow. The foreign exchange and equity opening is henceforth quiet in Wellington, New Zealand, and a bit stagnant in Tokyo...

The Dollar Rally Last Week, Left A Many RiskTakers Nonplused... But Ahoy Matey, the 'Change' is Open!

Yes, on a quiet long weekend in the States, the flux never takes vacation, and after the stops have been cleaned through, the dollar will fall yet again... after a brief excursion around the block, I return to the spaceship and ask, 'How's the Change, Chewy?'. Chewseph, being ancient and slightly prescient, is skilled at identifying full on covariance retracements...

To the regular person, Boat Basin Cafe on W79th by the Hudson River, is known as an outdoor grilling area in an old Romanesque Boat Basin during the summer, where you get burgers and chips and beer and watch the sunset. But I usually go there to obtain information of all sorts (some to be discarded, other bits quite valid) and trend patterns from the many Ghosts of the Change. There's a set of dead traders that meet at the Boat Basin, as it serves well as a 17th century Dutch Bourse, or an Exchange. The bancas sit around the amphitheatre on the edges, and the interior that looks out onto the Hudson is for the smaller lot traders and clerks, and the runner boys to the main pit which is appropriately in the center. Sometimes, if you have a runner boy perched down by 72nd street, they can see pirate ships coming to plunder cargo boats, and in their case, it was a load of lead and timber. The Revolutionary War was supposed to take place much earlier than 1776c.e. and was to end quickly with no bloodshed, and hence no need for lead and timber death; so the ghost traders were building up a heavily short position in timber and lead everytime the pirates would come and loot the supply off key cargo ships, jolting the already extremely high contracts higher and higher. Of course the war dragged on, and their shorts never panned out, and in a stalemate of financial ruin, many of the traders ended up vagabond galley slaves, tortured and dead. As such, their ghosts still lurk around Boat Basin, during all seasons, waiting for Volatility to return, so they can make their living again... I was just there, drinking a Corona, when I happened upon an old Portuguese ghost by the dark overhead near the men's bathroom. He was missing his left ring finger, as it was chopped off (ring couldn't come off, and his wife died of French Pox after leaving him for dead on a galley ship) to pay for some food to keep him alive until the next wave of commerce... He told me that 'steel' commodities were to be currently bought on dips, and copper should be carefully shorted as a hedge... I told him in return, that pirates no longer frequent the Hudson, so he needn't cause a stir in the timber market everytime a cargo ship or tugboat steamed pass... he relayed this information to his dead and perpetually decaying Runner Boy, who was known as Rumour Boy in the 1600's...

Fun Productive Saturday.

Today was a classic humid pre-summer day in NYC. I ate lunch with my cousin below Delancey St, which is an interesting part of town, and then we played paddleball and basketball, before a middle aged haggard looking wizard cast a spell on my cousin, causing him to turn his ankle a bit, ending the game. I went home to study after that. I think there is a street fair near my house Sunday, so I'll bring the kids to it. I've been spending far too much time on Study Session II, which is all quant, and I need to move on, because it's only about 15% of the exam. Depending on the actual retainment of knowledge from now until about the middle of July, I will have to measure whether or not I should take the test in December, or in June of 2007 c.e. If not, for the time being, it will be for me and the kid's edification, as other than the quant stuff, the remainder has less directly applicable impacts on intraday or short term trading. I took a break to watch HBO Boxing After Dark, and it was some pretty boring boxing. There was a classic Mexican bantamweight fighter who was reminiscent of Willy Pep, except without the pep. He lost a split decision in an otherwise lackluster weightclass. I did like his trunks though, because they were classic short, tight, and pulled up reasonably high, without the braggadocia and pompousness of many modern day boxing trunks.

Say You Don't Want to Chance it... You've Been Hustled Before... Watch it Now, Evil in the Sky...

So I was planning on bringing the kids to a play called 'Haunted', so we took the subway from W72nd down to E8th St, walked over to Avenue B, and apparently the doors were closed. So since it was nice out, we took an exciting relaxed evening walk all the way across town first through Thompson Square Park, listened to a young man with a trumpet trying to join in with older middle aged guitar and drum players, then walked all the way to Washington Square Park where I peed, and then Bleecker, window watching and then we bought a bag of Lay's chips for .99 since I need to save money based upon my lousy equity losses that ate away at my forex gains. Hopped on the Christopher Street subway and home we went! Now I'm going to heat up assorted meats on the foreman grill and have dinner with Chewy, and then we'll have Cinnamon Toast Crunch for dessert. We were planning on watching MirrorMask (Neil Gaiman) on demand, but it's over, so Hay is going to eat dinner down the street at Dan Tempura with her friend, and be back at 10:30pm sharp! And now it's pouring rain outside cooling things off, so after I eat, I might run around on the sidewalks.

Today was warm. I didn't panic though. I am a bit disgruntled by the Rumor Mill, which is whipsawing the currency market as we approach the long weekend. Talk again about Treasury Secretary Snow resigning and such. Mum is going away for the weekend. So we might eat at Sun Chan's on W103rd. I am going to exercise and meditate and wander around with the kids this weekend, and maybe visit Amex's Mound in Central Park...

I know alot of Fancy Dancers... That Have No Answers...

China Fun on Columbus and 71st is having its Grand RE-Opening tonight.... Hay just asked me if we could go there tonight... I said, yes, definitely, after I sober up. Being the Hardheaded Woman like her Mum, she smiled.

Making Holy Water into Wine...

I guess when you find yourself typing the following into a Google [GOOG] search: comfortable suicide methods and then hit the search button, scouring 10 pages worth, you might just want to take a vacation from the noise.

I've Drunk Myself Blind to the Sounds of Old T-Rex...

I Was Born With a Plastic Spoon in My Mouth...

I look pretty young, but I'm just backdated yeahhhh...

I was born in Locust Land...

I finally found out the origins of Robert Plant's lyrics to the Levee Breaks.... during the triumphant riff by Jimmy Page, he sings the lyrics: If it makes you feel bad when you try to find your way home, and you don't know which way to go... if you're going down south and have no work to do, then you better go to Chicago... These lyrics were based upon a group of Bohemian friends of Page and Plant, where one of them who was very intelligent, made his way to Chicago and became a legendary soybean trader...

Mi La Vida es Dura...

Since the immigration debate is 'hot' these days, I require all readers of tradinganddrugs to download 'Rey Mysterio's 'Crossing Borders'.... that means you 'douche'.

To move ahead you gotta cross the border... mira mang, you soy mysterioso... tengo qualidad de hor... represento San Diego y Tiuana de frente... to cross all kinda borders you estaba a listo... to eres pequeneo but I knew I could it... so I can show my skills...

This Bottle of Dewars, Awakens Ancient Feelings...

If you were stupid enough like myself to have focused on trading equities this week, instead of foreign exchange or bonds, you need to drink yourself either to death or close to death, close enough to death where your last cognizant thought is, 'oh, now the drugs from my youthful faggotry are taking their toll.' And then fade to black... and die amongst another lovely spherical spring season...

This Shit Cracks Me Up...

So, I'm gonna take a break and meet Mum at Macy's which is like a castle unto itself. I like the basement, because there's food there. Anyways, as I typed this, the dollar vs JPY Euro and GPB had a range over 100 pips, in about 2 hours starting around 4pm est, 6am Tokyo... and then I see this hilarious headline, because I know the feeling (on a much smaller scale of course): Sydney, May 24: There is a rumour going around early Asia that one particular hedge fund is liquidating positions across a number of financial markets in a stressed manner. The rumoured speculation is that the liquidation started in LatAm currencies and flowed onto liquidation of US equities and short USD positions against a number of currencies.

fucking hilarious...

Always Hope for my Discontent...

Shorting at the blue arrow, and puking it at the green arrow, makes Lockheed very upset. Especially when it closes the session at the blue arrow. I was expecting some covering after yesterday, but after a gap open, well, I'll confidently short Nucor [NUE] anywhere above 106.00 and hold it for at least 100 pennies.

I Will Sit and Earn My Ransom From Up Here...

The Age of Steel has once again gotten a little ahead of itself... Nucor [NUE] barely held above 100.00 today, knowing that a close below has no support beams for another ten stories...
but that's a story for later this week... I'll make sure not to get crushed under the rubble, as steel versus bone and cartilage is an ugly lopsided impact.

This Series of Books Are Quite an Accomplishment: Lockheed Seal of Approval for Summer Reading....

If you like David Liss's books on the era between 1600-1800 c.e. You have to begin reading the Baroque Cyles by Neal Stephenson. It's required reading. Anyways, there's this bar on E18th one block north of Union Square, called Old Town bar and restaurant. I was the only one there after a day of clawing my way back in the black trying to flood the steel stocks to their doom. So this bar is in the middle of a pretty dead street, and it has super high ceilings, super old dark wooden interior, quite large interior, like a gothic, western, irish, with huge mirrors plastering the back of the bar which is huge unto itself, and the bartender himself had NO reflection in the mirror. And I was mesmerized by the place. I almost felt dorky enough to ask the bartender how high the ceilings were, basically it's two stories high probably as the building itself is about three, and I know that ghosts and sometimes spirits from Un-Earthly places drink whisky there.

when it comes to trading, heed this... your mind is not for rent, to any god or government...

Genetic Blends, with uncertain ends...
Come to find out, the pound is forming a nice short term descending triangle approaching the figure at 1.8900. Yen targeting 111.00. I just returned from a meal at Pizza Joint Too PJII's, which is one and the same as Big Nick's, but it is closer to my spaceship. I brought the kids, but don't tell Mum, because we actually ate pizza yesterday... Nevertheless, Curious had some of Hay's Manicotti, so he felt all grown up. I for one, had a dollar beer in a frozen mug, while reading Neal Stephenson's Quicksilver, Volume I of the Baroque Cycle... I like to pretend I'm in a tavern in the late 1600's c.e. So I chose PJII, which is all wooden paneled inside with soft yellow lighting, similar to candle and torch light... It befuddles me that the Baroque Cycle books are always in the Sci-Fi section due to the author's previous works, when it is in fact based on academic history, not even historical fiction, like David Liss. I believe it would've been an even better seller, if it were in the literature section of book stores. I would hope that no movie version would come of this series, as a visual 3 hour rendition couldn't possibly do even a ounce of justice to it, even if it were 10 hours.

Next to the Lobby of my Apartment... Locust Land...

Overnight, I stirred in an above the mean anxiety sleep, thought I heard the coarse hungry barks of the Hellhounds echoing through my brain... I thought correctly. About 7 minutes ago, I was lucky to quickly snap this photo of the gutted area next to the entrance of the building where I live... a Portal to Hell... complete with RazorWire Nooses... I must warn the kids and mum....
...in confluence with the appearance of Locust Land, Japan's GDP rose +.5% v +.3E... while many were caught off guard by yesterday's US dollar strength...

A Jog Around the Lower Loop of Central Park...

...waiting for the pound to cover a bit... it rained and thundered a bit while I was jogging... not many people in the park, twas around 530pm... forgot that cars go through the park during that time, so I stayed on the inside around sheep's meadow and then on the side of the Carousel most of the time... I wonder if I'll ever get more than say, 2 weeks of actually feeling safe and that things are actually solid... but I guess that will only happen in about 50 more years, maybe less... It's quiet at home tonight... Hay is preparing for her Debate Team tournament this weekend. They are in the semifinals, which takes place at the Hargrave House on the corner of Columbus Ave. If they make it to finals next weekend at Hunter College, they'll have a Tween Party.

Yummy Pieces of Steak and Super Salad Bar Fun!

mum brought me to Chiarscurro's plataforma for me birthday, and it was super yummy and delicious and tons of yummy meat. It was across from a cool little park north of Times Square area near W49th and 9th ave. I was groggy all day, but still had a great time, and looking back at the dinner and the gifts that Mum and the Kids wrapped up, I was so happy. This is a picture of a garden sculpture tucked between two buildings near the restaurant and a picture of part of the new Tool album with fun stereophonic 3-d glasses. I would like the Yen to strengthen to the 108.70's range with pound breaking through 1.90... I would like to eat a philly cheesesteak tonight.

Of Bugs and Beetles...

So far, my professional life has been encompassed by exhausting tension filled days grinding out and capturing a few bugs a day, and the occasional beetle. And then there are always those periods where you are in the zone and you catch so many bugs at a consistent rate daily, and the occasional beetle. And then one day, the jar breaks before you bring it to the bug counter and a shitload of bugs and beetles fall out all at once. Never a good feeling, but one that you have to be able to stomach when it happens, and better yet, know when statistical outliers start crawling back towards the mean. And even better yet, start catching beetles consistently. Which I will do.

Knuckleheaded OCD as opposed to perfectionism...

...not really, but i'm trying to figure out who sings this song, that I first heard at an H&M clothing store sometime in 2005, then heard it again on a mix in the fish and chips eatery called A Salt and Battery... It's definitely a pop rock/dance song that could definitely be used for a retail clothing store commercial like JC Penney, or a conglomerate store like K-Mart, or for the opening of a sitcom... it starts off with vocals, that turn into a soul sounding refrain that gets high-pitched, remotely a mix between Lenny Kravitz and the Black Crowes, but I'm pretty sure it's neither, because it boarders on catchy beat but clearly cheap sounding overall, like catchy beat Maroon Five sounding. I took double Unisom about 15 minutes ago and will finish Quicksilver by Neal Stephenson(the Baroque Cycle Volume I)... any suggestions on what the song is or the band? I think I can make out words during the higher pitched refrain, but it's so generic that I don't think it will help: '...out all night.... best friend...'

did I mention that i'm going fucking sweaty headache pissdrink because I can't seem to figure it out via research... I should probably just turn on the radio because it must be played often still on the billboard stations...

Holy Madrigal... DJIA -150 GPB up 3 handles...

Entering Cross Galaxy Equitus...

Each of Us... A Cell of Awareness...

Foldspace Leap, Yen continues to take the dollar to the cleaners...
When I calculate and engage in FoldSpace with P<.001 I am at a productive peace with my myself. The wormhole that opened at 117.00 about two weeks ago has continued rippling along the skipping stone tail of the hyperbola... Gap downs on two sundays and a weekday... Had a relaxing weekend and fun with mum and the kids... now well within the routine Sunday night shake miveens, sweat palms... I seek to destroy badness for the time being...
Each of us... A cell of awareness... Imperfect and incomplete... Genetic blends...With uncertain ends....On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet...

Ride Captain Ride, Upon Your Mystery Ship...

Ultima Ratio Regum...

As such, I embark now on my true calling... Godspeed... kind Sir...

Arms Raised in a V, the Dead Lay, in Pools of Maroon Below...

P(B1)=[P(a^B1)/P(a)] x P(B1)... if there is only one new conditional data point, and this equation is wrong, then I am flat out dumb and I need some new events, the guild map is incomplete... Lockheed will expire worthless...
is there something wrong she says
of course there is, you're still alive, she says... and do I deserve to be... is that the question... and if so, who answers? Who Answers?!!

Sheets of Empty Canvas, Untouched Sheets of Clay...

Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed Everything...
I take a walk outside... I'm surrounded by, some kids at play...
I digress, to the point now, the Pandora's Box is so ingenious, and so insidious, and insiduous, making what would come naturally and disciplined, now a heavily taxing affair on my soul, and life in general...suffice it to say, it sucks miserably and there might be no way out of this SuckFest situation I allowed. There are two paths I can go on: exist in the mediocrity shitslope as I am in now, till I die... what a waste that was, I'll say, right before I flatline... OR, I can operate as I once did in blessed solitude and accomplish something worthwhile... and then I can return...

Just As My Probabilities Must Be Consistent, So Must My Expected Values...

Ultima Ratio Regum.

We let Hay and Curious go see the 'Illusionist-Stunt Man' at Lincoln Center, and came home to find Curious crying because he was stuck in the crystal sphere. Hay said it would teach him a lesson for being so impressionable.

Alien Pod Spawns Alien...

Hi. Yen Strengthens to a panicked 112.35, before USD retrace...

The effect of sugar cookies on Duncan are equivalent to a bizarre acid/methamphetamine compound... Last night, he ate three left over cookies from the Easter batter, and after trying to climb up the wall and levitate, and throw blue/purple colored paint from his fingertips making a collage that he kept calling a Triptych, at 2:00am, he literally crawled under my pillow and wouldn't get out and now my back and neck are soar.

Bernanke Not So Dovish, 3:13pm... Pandora's Box in my head is too furious...

like I said, the Pandora's Box that was opened in my head these past few years has been difficult to shut... either I succeed, or I crumble like a paper doll, my paper legs folded into multiple crinkles and then wind blown into some crevice... last glimpses at the orange sun of spring...

...am determining if this Bernanke news will be a good opportunity to short the dollar again on the pullback... about 100 pips on the majors since the ISM number at 10am edt... and to buy on dip the Spiders or Quad Q's. [SPY]

...I am going to bobble over with the kids and maybe mum to see the 'Illusionist' in the Ball of Water at Lincoln Center... I need something 'visually' out of the norm to quell my damaging brainwaves or rot-life.