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January 12, 2007
White Russian Recipe- 2 ounces vodka (any brand, vodka is vodka, just ask the Grey Goose guy)
- 1 ounce Kahlua (there’s only one Kahlua)
- 3 ounces cream (best) or Half & Half (passable) or whole milk (in a pinch)
- ice
Fill glass (use 7 ounce size) with ice. Add vodka, Kahlua, cream, and stir stick.
I like my White Russians a little more vodka-y and a little less Kahlua-y. The traditional recipe is equal parts vodka and Kahlua, but I’ve improved on it. ;-)
Please share your variation by leaving a comment!
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The Bulls Are Not QIDding AroundThe market has been very strong the last couple of days — typical trend days of continuous buying. This means the poor shorts continue to have their asses handed to them as young QID falls to a new low.

Related:
UltraShort Q’s Update
UltraShort Q’s Come Front and Center
ETF to Watch - UltraShort QQQ (QID)
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January 10, 2007
What It Means To Be HumanI watched The Death of Mr. Lazarescu last night. It was monumentally depressing (a Romanian import after all), but it was also very good, and I’d recommend it to anyone who is not feeling suicidal. Among other things, it’s a stunning indictment of, not just socialized medicine, but the medical establishment everywhere.
It’s the best movie I’ve seen since Der Untergang.
David Denby’s review is good: “An acrid kind of black comedy….”
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Apple’s Intraday Action Following iPhone AnnouncementTricky action around the time of the iPhone announcement, but Dummies were given a good spot around $88 to get aboard with minimal risk. As my old trading buddy Susan (who has since retired to the Caribbean, literally) liked to say, let’s take it down to take it up. AAPL did 520,000+ trades, impressive.
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January 9, 2007
Selected Excerpts from The Deep Blue Good-ByI try to re-read a few Travis McGee novels every year and was able to finish The Deep Blue Good-By (1964) during our recent vacation. Here are the bits I liked best:
“I am wary of a lot of things, such as plastic credit cards, payroll deductions, insurance programs, retirement benefits, savings accounts, Green Stamps, time clocks, newspapers, mortgages, sermons, miracle fabrics, deodorants, check lists, time payments, political parties, lending libraries, television, actresses, junior chambers of commerce, pageants, progress, and manifest destiny. I am wary of the whole dreary deadening structured mess we have built into such a glittering top-heavy structure that there is nothing left to see but the glitter, and the brute routines of maintaining it.”
“These are the playmate years, and they are demonstrably fraudulent. The scene is reputed to be acrawl with adorably amoral bunnies to whom sex is a pleasant social favor. The new culture. And they are indeed present and available, in exhausting quantity, but there is a curious tastelessness about them. A woman who does not guard and treasure herself cannot be of much value to anyone else. They become a pretty little convenience, like a guest towel. And the cute little things they say, and their dainty little squeals of pleasure and release are as contrived as the embroidered initials on the guest towels. Only a woman of pride, complexity and emotional tension is genuinely worthy of the act of love, and there are only two ways to get yourself one of them. Either you lie, and stain the relationship with your own sense of guile, or you accept the involvement, the emotional responsibility, the permanence she must by nature crave. I love you can be said only two ways.”
“[Credit] cards are handy, but I hate to use them. I always feel like Thoreau armored with a Leica and a bird book. They are the little fingers of reality, reaching for your throat. A man with a credit card is in hock to his own image of himself. But these are the last remaining years of choice. In the stainless nurseries of the future, the feds will work their way through all the squalling pinkness tattooing a combination tax number and credit number on one wrist, followed closely by the I.T. and T. team putting the permanent phone number, visaphone doubtless, on the other wrist. Die and your number goes back in the bank. It will be the first provable immortality the world has ever known.”
“The worst thing about having a hundred and eighty million people is looking down and seeing how much room there is for more.”
“I walked on a fabric of reality but it had an uncomfortable give to it. You could sink in a little way. If you walked too much and came to a weak spot, you could fall through. I think it would be pretty black down there.”
“[He] looked shrunken and misplaced, like a dead worm in a birthday cake.”
“[The] family was a circus act, balanced on a small platform atop a swaying pole, as the crowd goes ahhh, anticipating disaster. A vain foolish man and a careless young wife and a tortured girl, swaying to the long drum roll. When it fell the unmarked House Beautiful would sell readily, the Lincoln would be acquired by a Mexican dentist. Who would survive? [The father] perhaps, as he had the shortest distance to fall.”
“Her caresses were quick and light, and her body turned and glowed and glided and changed in her luxurious presentation of self, her mouth saying darling and her hair sweet in darkness, a creature in endless movement, using all of herself the way a friendly cat will bump and twine and nudge and purr. I wanted to take her on her basis, readying her as graciously as she had made herself ready, with an unhurried homage to all her parts and purposes, an intimate minuet involving offer and response, demand and delay, until the time when it would all be affirmed and taken and done with what, for want of a better name, must be called a flavor of importance.”
“In these documented times, where we walk lopsided from the weight of identifications, only the most clever and controlled man can hope to exist long on a hijacked fortune.”
“They have been taught that if you are sunny, cheery, sincere, group-adjusted, popular, the world is yours, including barbecue pits, charge plates, diaper service, percale sheets, friends for dinner, washer-dryer combinations, color slides of the kiddies on the home projector, and eternal whimsical romance — with crinkly smiles and Rock Hudson dialogue. So they all come smiling and confident and unskilled into a technician’s world, and in a few years they learn that it is all going to be grinding and brutal and hateful and precarious. These are the slums of the heart. Bless the bunnies. These are the new people, and we are making no place for them. We hold out the dream in front of them like a carrot, and finally say sorry you can’t have any. And the schools where we teach them non-survival are gloriously architectured. They will never live in places so fine, unless they contract something incurable.”
“A few years ago she would have been breathtakingly ripe, and even now, in night light, with drinks and laughter, there would be all the illusions of freshness and youth and desirability. But in this cruelty of sunlight, in this, her twentieth year, she was a record of everything she had let them do to her. Too many trips to too many storerooms had worn the bloom away. The freshness had been romped out, in sweat and excess. The body reflects the casual abrasions of the spirit, so that now she could slump in her meaty indifference, as immunized to tenderness as a whore at a clinic.”
“This is the queasy shadowland, and they don’t even work hard at that because they have never learned to work at anything. They turn sloppy, and when the youngness is gone, there isn’t much left. Just the dead eyes and the small meaty skills and the feeling their luck went bad sometime, when they weren’t watching. Fifteen to twenty-five is the span, and they age quickly and badly. These are the bunnies who never find a burrow.”
“I thought of [his] brutal leathery hands. Behind the agreeable grin he was as uncompromising as a hammer. Beast in his grin-mask. A clever, twisted thing, hunting for that perversion of innocence, the horrification of gentleness which would feed his own emptiness.”
Kind of dark, depressing stuff now that I’ve typed it out, but it all rings true even 40 years later.
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January 8, 2007
Internet Still Sucking from ChinaI have dozens of unread articles built up at delicious since there was an earthquake somewhere in the South China Sea (?) recently and Internet access has become seriously crappy from China. Assuming it gets fixed soon, I’ll probably do a Top Twenty links post as opposed to the Usual Top Ten. Thanks for your patience.
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January 7, 2007
Oil Begins New Year with a BreakdownThe price of crude oil peaked last July and has been in a downtrend more or less ever since. Price of the US Oil Fund (what I follow closely now since it’s easier to trade than Crude Oil itself) celebrated the New Year by breaking down out of the $50 - $55 range that it has been chopping around in since last October.
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