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Best of Dummy Spots

For those of you just visiting the site for the first time, sorry I killed it. To you, and to others who may be looking for some old article, here are some of my favorites from over the years. There’s much more, of course, if you care to browse through the archives month by month.

Oh, and note the dates on some of these articles, and remember what “they” were telling us at the time (like, don’t worry, your house will keep going up forever!); it’s nice to look back and realize I wasn’t so crazy after all. Well, at least not about that stuff.

Thank you for visiting. Feel free to email me: dummyspots… at… gmail… dot… com (you know what to do).



Epilogue - Farewell to DummySpots

I’m re-doing the “DummySpots is now closed” announcement as a post instead of a standalone page.

It was late and I was tired last night when I redirected everything to that little HTML page. A friendly email today reminded me that I had made everything inaccessible to everyone. Which is what I thought I wanted, what with pulling the site down and all.

But that’s kind of crazy. There may be something in the archives someone wanted to check even after I stop writing. (Like my call on the big August 16th bottom; looking back, I think that guy was onto something!). Or maybe something to do with StrategyDesk, the RSI(4) thing, or the Fed Fade Trade.

But most of all, it’s because I didn’t get the most important quote in! I was so tired I completely forgot my little mental outline by the time I started writing.

Here, you may want to look at that page first, so this’ll make more sense.

The Vonnegut quotes were supposed to be in the middle, and the Jandek thing was supposed to be at the end. But the first quote was supposed to by from my favorite movie of the last couple of years, Planet Terror. It’s from when El Wray first runs into his little Palomita again at the barbeque place, and he asks her whether she ever became a doctor. It goes like this:

That’s the problem with goals. They become the thing you talk about instead of the thing you do.

It’s sort of like something another writer said. Alan Watts or Gary Zukov, maybe. About how saying you want something is the same as saying you lack it, which mentally can make it seem inaccessible, and so you live your life “wanting.”

And that will not be the story with me and trading.

Geez. I’m tired tonight, too.

Ok, that’s it. Unsubscribe in your feed readers, look for me to turn up on the web again in the future, and thank you for stopping by my little place for a visit.



How to Spot the Recession Before They Do

If deflation caused by the credit market collapse overtakes the easing Fed and the falling dollar (leading us into a painful recession), we’ll hear about it from CNBC and FoxNews about nine months too late. Is there any way for the astute individual (who knows what shows up in the “news” is always past-tense) to spot the breakdown as it’s happening?

There is- watch the commodities, they react first.

Gold and Oil

Keep an eye on the charts of Oil and Gold for a top, see the dollar find a bottom against… everything, and when you’re comfortable we’ve rolled over into the spiral, plan your trades accordingly. What worked brilliantly the last year or so may suddenly stop working, and you’ll find your trades hitting stops instead of profit targets.

That will mean it’s time to get out the old playbook and mix things up, because we’ll be on the field with an entirely different opponent.

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A Great Zen Poem: “When I Am Old” by Ray Nargis

I just heard Garrison Keillor reading a poem on Writer’s Almanac, after the news and before the music on NPR. It made my day. Thought you might enjoy it as well. It’s a poem called “When I Am Old” by Ray Nargis from Almost Tomorrow. The link I’ve inserted is the NPR affiliate link to Amazon, so they get the two cents if you buy it.

Here are some excerpts:

When I am old I’ll drink whiskey in the morning
And coffee at night
And laugh and spit and swear wherever I want.
When I am old I’ll help Girl Scouts across the street
Even if they don’t want to go
And I won’t have a car
And I won’t have a bike
And I’ll walk everywhere.

When I am old I’ll tell people exactly what I think of them
And surprisingly, most of the time it really will be good stuff.
When I am old I won’t have a TV
And I won’t have a radio
And I won’t have a computer or a clock or a phone in the house.
I won’t read books and I won’t read magazines
And I won’t read newspapers and maybe, finally
I’ll learn something just watching the birds and the weather.


Robert Plant and Allison Krauss On Tour??

Just finished listening to the NPR article on the album Allison Krauss and Robert Plant have done together called Raising Sand. If you’re a fan of either (or both) of them, be sure and listen to the audio of the interview (it should be available by noon today). I especially like Plant’s explanation of why he doesn’t care for the term “duets”.

Krauss has what some have described as “the purest voice God ever gave a human,” which much of her work with Union Station seems to validate, and Plant, well as you can see from the pics in the article, he looks like death warmed over, but he’s a brilliant musician and music historian, and probably more intelligent and articulate than most any other rock star alive (listen to some of his past interviews if you get the chance, it’s like William F. Buckley with a sense of humor, and talent). That he, Jimmy Page, JPJ and Bonzo ever got together is one of greatest blessings in our musical history.

These two are supposedly already making plans for a 2008 tour. I’d certainly pay a premium to see that. Let’s cross our fingers.


Me Too, Lloyd. Me too.

My good friend Lloyd, or Mr. Flatwallet as he’s better known, announces he’s a convert to the church of DCA, and I’d like to raise my wine glass in toast.

Actually, I’d like to throw some toast and rice in celebration and pull the water gun out of my trench coat. (And dammit, turn the volume up on those computer speakers when you play the clips!!). I love the DCA thing man, I love it. If Jonathan Swift were here we’d be having potatoes for supper.

And I’m gonna see his challenge, and raise him. Beginning this afternoon, I started building what is to become the largest short position of my entire life. I’m not going to Get Rich or Blow Out Trying. I’m just gonna Blow Out, period.

Even with my modest little account, I should be able to leverage at least a few hundred grand worth of shorts using OTM Puts. Got the Qs and GE already. Next week, maybe more of the same, maybe some AAPL 130s. Whatcha think? Lets do this thing.

Quotes. I need quotes.

I’m tired,
tired of playing the game,
ain’t it a crying shame?
I’m so tired,
God dammit I’m tired!

(that’s Lilly Von Schtupp from Blazing Saddles)

When Marcell got up the tree to where the coon was,
He reached out with that sharp stick and he poked the coon.
But it wasn’t a coon.
It was a Lynx!
We could hear Marcell screamin’, “Haawww, somebody SHOOT this thing, HAAWWW!!”
Uncle Versie yelled, “Marcell, I can’t shoot up there, I might hit YOU!”
Marcell yelled back, “Well just shoot up in here amongst us. One of us has GOT to have some relief!

(that’s Jerry Clower from an 8-track in the early 70s)

Oh yeah, and let’s not leave out this one:

Well we shot the line and went for broke
With a thousand screaming trucks
And eleven long-haired friends of Jesus
In a chartreuse microbus

(C.W. McCall, Convoy)

It’s been a long, a long time coming, but I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will.


(That last one was a bonus)

Weekend Fun: Pac-Man Fever

Anyone else remember that song? “I’ve got a pocket full of quarters and I’m headed for the arcade.” So forget the market for a couple of minutes and give this old classic a shot. (Note- use your arrow keys to control him):

Feed Problems

So far I can’t diagnose it, but some of the recent posts aren’t showing up on some RSS feeds. If you’ve got a sec, please feel free to drop by the site- some good discussions are evolving in the comment threads, and you may catch a post your Reader missed, although for the life of me I can’t figure out why it would.

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