Neurochem is releasing data on their Alzheimer trials any time now, watch it. MDVN on similar news is up 25% today.
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Monday, June 11, 2007
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Droplets
I found this link over on David Gordon's blog and it touched me enough to come out of hiding and blog again. It's called "Droplets," a song by Colbie Caillet & Jason Reeves. Just click to listen.
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I'm leaving you
I'm not sure if that's what I should do
It hurts so bad
I'm wanting you but cant go back
Trying to find, to find
That all elusive piece of mind
Stuck here somehow
Shrouded beneath my fear
And now I don't need it
Cuz I'm walkin down this road alone and figured all I'm thinking bout is you, is you my love
And my head is in a cloud of rain and the world it seems so far away and i'm just waiting for
The droplets, droplets
You left a mark
I wear it proudly on my chest
Above my heart Above my heart
To Remind me that I feel the best
When I'm with you When I'm with you
To me everything is effortless
You know its true
My eyes are painted with regret and I don't need it
Cuz I'm walkin down this road alone and figured all I'm thinking bout is you, is you my love
And my head is in a cloud of rain and the world it seems so far away and I'm just waiting to fall and sink into your tears
You are like the raindrops, the raindrops falling down on me
You left a mark (you left a mark)
She left a mark (he left)
She left (he left)
And I don't (I dont)
Need it. (Need it)
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I'm leaving you
I'm not sure if that's what I should do
It hurts so bad
I'm wanting you but cant go back
Trying to find, to find
That all elusive piece of mind
Stuck here somehow
Shrouded beneath my fear
And now I don't need it
Cuz I'm walkin down this road alone and figured all I'm thinking bout is you, is you my love
And my head is in a cloud of rain and the world it seems so far away and i'm just waiting for
The droplets, droplets
You left a mark
I wear it proudly on my chest
Above my heart Above my heart
To Remind me that I feel the best
When I'm with you When I'm with you
To me everything is effortless
You know its true
My eyes are painted with regret and I don't need it
Cuz I'm walkin down this road alone and figured all I'm thinking bout is you, is you my love
And my head is in a cloud of rain and the world it seems so far away and I'm just waiting to fall and sink into your tears
You are like the raindrops, the raindrops falling down on me
You left a mark (you left a mark)
She left a mark (he left)
She left (he left)
And I don't (I dont)
Need it. (Need it)
Friday, June 01, 2007
NNVC
Just popping back in briefly to point out very interesting price and volume patterns with old favorite, NNVC. These sort of patterns have led to good trading rallies in the past. Egghead idiots who question the science are not traders, they are arrogant, dangerous, articulate incompetents. The only thing that counts is profits, being right or wrong on the underlying science has no place in a trader's arsenal.
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Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Leaving Las Vegas
Room 8057
Mirage Hotel
Las Vegas, Nevada
May 29, 2007
8:30PM (PT)
I am taking a leave of absence from writing this blog as well as responding to all electronic communications from my friends. Since all my friends read my blog, this seems like the most efficient way to let you know I am not responding to emails for awhile, so don't take it personally.
It is time to disappear, reflect, be invisible and find a path to healing.
I will of course continue to trade.
Losing love hurts, but losing it suddenly, inexplicably, devastatingly, will remain one of this life's mysteries, and it will haunt me all my remaining days.
Ironically, my ex-wife Roslyn, who has every reason to hate me, but doesn't, summed it up like this:
"Allan, you are a nice guy and nice guys are hard to find. You deserve better."
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Mirage Hotel
Las Vegas, Nevada
May 29, 2007
8:30PM (PT)
I am taking a leave of absence from writing this blog as well as responding to all electronic communications from my friends. Since all my friends read my blog, this seems like the most efficient way to let you know I am not responding to emails for awhile, so don't take it personally.
It is time to disappear, reflect, be invisible and find a path to healing.
I will of course continue to trade.
Losing love hurts, but losing it suddenly, inexplicably, devastatingly, will remain one of this life's mysteries, and it will haunt me all my remaining days.
Ironically, my ex-wife Roslyn, who has every reason to hate me, but doesn't, summed it up like this:
"Allan, you are a nice guy and nice guys are hard to find. You deserve better."
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Saturday, May 26, 2007
Sarah
From time to time, I have written about my daughter, Sarah. Here is a link to some of the relevent posts about her.
But none of that matters today. I have just now returned to my rented villa on Seabrook Island, returned from Sarah's most excellent High School Graduation ceremony.
There wasn't a single one of Sarah's teachers that did not come up to me to laud on my Sarah, including Dr. Shirley, the Headmaster, who summed it all up with, "Sarah is special."
Yes, Sarah is special. This was her day and I have never had a prouder moment in my life then when her named was called and Sarah walked across the stage to receive her diploma.
This blog is for all of you who have taken the time to write me about my daughters over the years, after I posted some very personal angst, usually out of desperation to talk to someone, even if it was to a group of anonymous friends.
For this moment, I am beaming.
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But none of that matters today. I have just now returned to my rented villa on Seabrook Island, returned from Sarah's most excellent High School Graduation ceremony.
There wasn't a single one of Sarah's teachers that did not come up to me to laud on my Sarah, including Dr. Shirley, the Headmaster, who summed it all up with, "Sarah is special."
Yes, Sarah is special. This was her day and I have never had a prouder moment in my life then when her named was called and Sarah walked across the stage to receive her diploma.
This blog is for all of you who have taken the time to write me about my daughters over the years, after I posted some very personal angst, usually out of desperation to talk to someone, even if it was to a group of anonymous friends.
For this moment, I am beaming.
A
Friday, May 25, 2007
CNBC $1M Portfolio Contest
This is a joke, right? It is fundamentally flawed. Look at the leaders and their respective methodologies. Every one of the top performers got there by taking extraordinary risks in their portfolios of play money, buying massively in front of earnings announcements, buying takeover rumors, buying high risk high reward situations across the board. No one in their right mind trades like that.
If CNBC wants a real contest, make participants put up their own real money, $50,000 per account of their own funds. Now let's see who knows what they're doing.
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If CNBC wants a real contest, make participants put up their own real money, $50,000 per account of their own funds. Now let's see who knows what they're doing.
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Thursday, May 24, 2007
NNBP
This one was brought to my attention by Don Wolanchuk, it's called Nanobac Pharmaceuticals It has only a $24M market cap and is selling at 9-10 cents a share. It was as high as 33 cents a share in November, 2006. I'm in.
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Monday, May 21, 2007
Stocks and Bulls
Catchy name? I stumbled across this site about a month ago and have had nothing but stellar success with their recommended trades since then. Their concept is a bit longer-term then I am used to, with average hold time a bit under 10 days and with average gains above 5%. Doesn't sound spectacular, but, as you should know by now, when it comes to short-term trading, consistency trumps spectacular where the latter is so elusive and the former is actually doable.
Free trials and inexpensive monthly subscriptions make this trading site easily accessible and worth a visit.
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Free trials and inexpensive monthly subscriptions make this trading site easily accessible and worth a visit.
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Sunday, May 20, 2007
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Phoenix Airport
Waiting for my flight to Charleston SC at the Phoenix airport, a week on the beach with my daughters, on my Sprint EVDO card and Apple Powerbook, traveling alone, what a long, strange trip it's been.
My daughter Sarah graduates High School on May 26th, Charleston Collegiate School and is off to college in the fall. She has had a rough teenage period, finally set straight about one year ago and now is making me one proud papa. There are bonds and there are bonds, the bond between parent and child is such a miracle of nature, nurtured through millions of years of evolution and manifests itself, from time to time, with a cascade of tears, some wet, some invisible, but always, always, empirical proof of the existence of love.
As for your humble servant who presides over AllAllan, I have from time to time used the lyrics and words of others to communicate my travails, especially recently. Sometimes, it has been said perfectly already, so why not borrow perfection when available? You guessed it:
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
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My daughter Sarah graduates High School on May 26th, Charleston Collegiate School and is off to college in the fall. She has had a rough teenage period, finally set straight about one year ago and now is making me one proud papa. There are bonds and there are bonds, the bond between parent and child is such a miracle of nature, nurtured through millions of years of evolution and manifests itself, from time to time, with a cascade of tears, some wet, some invisible, but always, always, empirical proof of the existence of love.
As for your humble servant who presides over AllAllan, I have from time to time used the lyrics and words of others to communicate my travails, especially recently. Sometimes, it has been said perfectly already, so why not borrow perfection when available? You guessed it:
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
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