Hope all goes well… “Got two words for you mate – Burning Man,” he said hoarsely, returning from Nevada’s wild spectacle. “But dressed as a unicorn with a belly-full of mushrooms, I couldn’t quite coax a single bird back to my camper,” continued one of the most talented speculators I’ve known, with a unique knack for getting the long-term right. “And as mind-expanding as things were out in the desert, I still c
Oh Shiite. Assad crossed the line. And our British brothers blew us off. So now we got to support Syrian Sunni’s solo. Worse yet, the French want in on the action. And everyone knows Washington and Paris suck at siding in civil wars. “There is no doubt Iraq has raised the bar on skepticism,” announced Jack Straw, UK Foreign Secretary from 2001-06, lifting the lid on the West’s latest crisis: our crisis of credi
Saddled up Dreamer. And Mara mounted Q. At a dusty trailhead, hidden deep in West Marin’s redwoods. The two studs snorted, jumpy, excited. Ready to rip. So we did. You see, Mara grew up racing, but peeled off pre-Olympics. When we met, I shuddered at the sight of a saddle. Which was a deal killer. So naturally, before we got hitched, she broke me. Now 14yrs later we race through redwoods. Barely in control. Praying f
Hope all goes well. “I need a messy war in Syria, a $20 spike in oil, and new highs in stocks,” he said, punch drunk, knowing the near impossibility of that combo. But it’s been a long summer. And guys who stuck around to fight, got beaten badly in June, as stocks and bonds both fell; the risk-parity bubble punctured. Pop! Then again in July/Aug as gold rallied. While the Dollar surged vs the Real, Rupee, Rupiah, Ran