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Market Notes
After a setback in the market it appears to be good time to get into commodities and energy -- XLE, XLB and CLF.
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ETF Research
Notes on Human Action
Human Action by von Mises
Broken Windows - Production
Man made tree
Tealeology
Human nature remains constant over time.
Theory of Moral Sentiment -- available online at
The Lived Experience - John Stuart Mills
Competition between distributed norms
Lack of Knowledge thwarts central planner
Rolls Vail of Ignorance
T Mocran Collective Choice
Limited Rationality
Elevating preferences
Principle Agent Problem
Frédéric Bastiat - Parable of the Broken Window
Broken Windows - Production
Man made tree
Tealeology
Human nature remains constant over time.
Theory of Moral Sentiment -- available online at
The Lived Experience - John Stuart Mills
Competition between distributed norms
Lack of Knowledge thwarts central planner
Rolls Vail of Ignorance
T Mocran Collective Choice
Limited Rationality
Elevating preferences
Principle Agent Problem
Frédéric Bastiat - Parable of the Broken Window
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
I: Welcome President Gore. We've made quite a commotion in the world today. Thank you for speaking with us this evening.
G: Thanks for that, I'm sure you be glad to have me explain my thoughts on Global Warming.
I: Yes, we've all read your book and we've all seen your movie. And we've all knocked a few chads about in your honor.
G: Well, yes, you joke, but seriously, I did win that election.
I: Yes, Mr President, we know.
G: May I just start off by saying that the world is about to experience a horrendous wrath at the hands of mother nature. Something more wicked and vile than anything ever witnessed by mankind.
I: Oh boy, you mean more atrocious than World War I or World War II? The holocaust; The Third Punic War; The Caucasian War.
G: Yes, Yes, Yes! Untold millions, billions even.
I: Billions, Sir? Billions?
G: Yes, billions and billions, like the stars in the sky.
I: Why, isn't that nearly half the human population?
G: Is it that many? Wow. It is worse than I thought. And all because we want to drive our gas sucking cars and eat our methane puffing beef. Come on!
I: Well. Well, I must say, this is quite disturbing. How, How exactly will we meet our bitter end, as it were.
G: Floods, floods and fires. Fires and storms. Floods, fires and storms! Nature will turn a just hand against our evil deeds. She will lash out at our greedy and slovenly ways. We've disrespected her. We've failed our planet.
I: My, Oh M, My. When will these floods strike?
G: Oh, soon, my friend. Very soon.
I: Can't we just kind of move back from the sea a bit. Evacuate toward the rear, as they say.
G: No. No! Tidal waves will be crashing down the streets of New York City. Haven't you seen the movie, man. Taxi cabs will be flung spinning toward the camera. But the scary part is, there will no longer be a camera. No one can escape the ire of our planets supreme godness. Our mother.
I: Why, that's dreadful indeed. No city, no cameras. What about iPhones? Will there be iPhones.
G: Actually, my company is about to launch the new iGreen in December. Just in time for Christmas. It is environmentally friendly, with a low carbon footprint and guaranteed to withstand the first two floods or a single fire and quake.
I: Why that's wonderful.
(more later)
G: Thanks for that, I'm sure you be glad to have me explain my thoughts on Global Warming.
I: Yes, we've all read your book and we've all seen your movie. And we've all knocked a few chads about in your honor.
G: Well, yes, you joke, but seriously, I did win that election.
I: Yes, Mr President, we know.
G: May I just start off by saying that the world is about to experience a horrendous wrath at the hands of mother nature. Something more wicked and vile than anything ever witnessed by mankind.
I: Oh boy, you mean more atrocious than World War I or World War II? The holocaust; The Third Punic War; The Caucasian War.
G: Yes, Yes, Yes! Untold millions, billions even.
I: Billions, Sir? Billions?
G: Yes, billions and billions, like the stars in the sky.
I: Why, isn't that nearly half the human population?
G: Is it that many? Wow. It is worse than I thought. And all because we want to drive our gas sucking cars and eat our methane puffing beef. Come on!
I: Well. Well, I must say, this is quite disturbing. How, How exactly will we meet our bitter end, as it were.
G: Floods, floods and fires. Fires and storms. Floods, fires and storms! Nature will turn a just hand against our evil deeds. She will lash out at our greedy and slovenly ways. We've disrespected her. We've failed our planet.
I: My, Oh M, My. When will these floods strike?
G: Oh, soon, my friend. Very soon.
I: Can't we just kind of move back from the sea a bit. Evacuate toward the rear, as they say.
G: No. No! Tidal waves will be crashing down the streets of New York City. Haven't you seen the movie, man. Taxi cabs will be flung spinning toward the camera. But the scary part is, there will no longer be a camera. No one can escape the ire of our planets supreme godness. Our mother.
I: Why, that's dreadful indeed. No city, no cameras. What about iPhones? Will there be iPhones.
G: Actually, my company is about to launch the new iGreen in December. Just in time for Christmas. It is environmentally friendly, with a low carbon footprint and guaranteed to withstand the first two floods or a single fire and quake.
I: Why that's wonderful.
(more later)
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
One Day
I was pretty hungary. Having spent all my money and knowing the kitchen would be locked up for the weekend, I decided to wander in anyway. I had nothing better to do. The lights were off, but it was a bright day and the side wall was all windows, bringing in plenty of sunshine. Not expecting to see anyone, I was surprised when I saw Mark over by one of the steal counters. I wasn't that surprised and I was somewhat curious what he was up to.
Mark looked at me and smiled his wicked smile. He was a tall drink of water with unruly brown hair that always appear different for some reason. Most of the time Mark had on jeans without a shirt. If he did wear a shirt, it would be a T-Shirt with some obscure saying or bizzard image on the front. Occationally, he would wear a polo shirt with a small whole wear the little icon is usually seen. This morning Mark was shirtless.
I looked to the counter and noticed the assortment of food he was preparing. Mark told me that the refrigerators were chain locked, but that he could open the doors far enough to get a hand in. Grabbing the items he could reach he was able to get some processed cheese and ketchup. The bread was kept on top of the counter, unlocked. He had two openface cheese and ketchup sandwiches on the counter and offered me one. I decided I wasn't all the hungary and pulled out a piece of bread as the microwave beeped.
Mark opened the microwave and pulled out what I at first thought was a cup of loose leaf tea. I then noticed the stems and seeds and realized it was a hot cup of weed. Mark was always trying interesting things. We walked out of the kitchen and past the coke machine which was usually stocked with various types of beer. Mark reached down to the drop area and began to stick his whole hand up intot the compartment. He handed me his sandwich, then got on his knees and continued to pry and wiggle until his arm came out with a beer. He asked me if I wanted one and I had no reason to turn him down.
We sat outside on the grass and ate our breakfast and drank our beer. Mark suddenly popped up and told me he'd be right back. I sat in the grass and looked up toward the clear bright morning sky. I felt like it was going to be a beautiful day. That's about the only thought I had in my head.
Down the road I could make out a biker heading toward me. I watched as he approached and soon realized it was Ray. Ray was a happy sort of fellow who rode his bike in an ackward, unatheletic manner. When he saw me he smiled and said, "Good morning, fine day". I was about to say something when he turned into the entry walk and his bike slid out from under him. It happened quite fast and the next thing I knew, Ray was sliding along the ground with an odd look on his face.
I thought it was interesting that he slide so far without stopping. It came to me that the walk was recently painted with an emblem of the house and that the surface must be fairly slick. Anyway, Ray eventually stopped and I got up to give him a hand with his bike. His knee was bleeding, but he smiled at me and said he was fine. He probably just said that because he was embarassed and I was embarassed too, so I simply acted like I was fine with him saying he was fine. I smiled also, I don't know why.
Mark returned with a backgammon board and asked what had happened to Ray's knee. Ray told him that he fell, but he was fine and Mark was fine with that.
Mark looked at me and smiled his wicked smile. He was a tall drink of water with unruly brown hair that always appear different for some reason. Most of the time Mark had on jeans without a shirt. If he did wear a shirt, it would be a T-Shirt with some obscure saying or bizzard image on the front. Occationally, he would wear a polo shirt with a small whole wear the little icon is usually seen. This morning Mark was shirtless.
I looked to the counter and noticed the assortment of food he was preparing. Mark told me that the refrigerators were chain locked, but that he could open the doors far enough to get a hand in. Grabbing the items he could reach he was able to get some processed cheese and ketchup. The bread was kept on top of the counter, unlocked. He had two openface cheese and ketchup sandwiches on the counter and offered me one. I decided I wasn't all the hungary and pulled out a piece of bread as the microwave beeped.
Mark opened the microwave and pulled out what I at first thought was a cup of loose leaf tea. I then noticed the stems and seeds and realized it was a hot cup of weed. Mark was always trying interesting things. We walked out of the kitchen and past the coke machine which was usually stocked with various types of beer. Mark reached down to the drop area and began to stick his whole hand up intot the compartment. He handed me his sandwich, then got on his knees and continued to pry and wiggle until his arm came out with a beer. He asked me if I wanted one and I had no reason to turn him down.
We sat outside on the grass and ate our breakfast and drank our beer. Mark suddenly popped up and told me he'd be right back. I sat in the grass and looked up toward the clear bright morning sky. I felt like it was going to be a beautiful day. That's about the only thought I had in my head.
Down the road I could make out a biker heading toward me. I watched as he approached and soon realized it was Ray. Ray was a happy sort of fellow who rode his bike in an ackward, unatheletic manner. When he saw me he smiled and said, "Good morning, fine day". I was about to say something when he turned into the entry walk and his bike slid out from under him. It happened quite fast and the next thing I knew, Ray was sliding along the ground with an odd look on his face.
I thought it was interesting that he slide so far without stopping. It came to me that the walk was recently painted with an emblem of the house and that the surface must be fairly slick. Anyway, Ray eventually stopped and I got up to give him a hand with his bike. His knee was bleeding, but he smiled at me and said he was fine. He probably just said that because he was embarassed and I was embarassed too, so I simply acted like I was fine with him saying he was fine. I smiled also, I don't know why.
Mark returned with a backgammon board and asked what had happened to Ray's knee. Ray told him that he fell, but he was fine and Mark was fine with that.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
K.S. made her way down the corridor, it was not bright nor colorful, refrigerators of varying heights, with an assortment of cardboard boxes on top, lined the concrete walls. Standing still for quite some time, K.S. peered down at the scrap of paper in her hand, it read "B10 R6B16". She continued her search for the new billet; figures darted noiselessly behind the diffused glass of office doors; low murmurs came from indistinct locations. The numbers on the wall seemed to follow a sequence for a bit, then suddenly change entirely with letters added and removed. A few workers were visible through the slightly opened door in a small corner room. K.S. pushed on the door and stuck her head inside for a look. Three workers stopped all movement with papers in hand and file cabinets open; they looked over at the visitor with no perceivable expression on their collective face.
K.S. felt is was getting late
K.S. felt is was getting late
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