Sunday, April 28, 2013
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Help Me, Help Me, Help Me
The tax man's taken all my dough,Maybe the most poignant song ever....at least on this annual anniversary of altruism, i.e. April 15th. Tax filings and our faces are probably the two biggest constants in our lives, they just don't change. One can argue that our faces change, but that is more erosion than change.
And left me in my stately home,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
And I can't sail my yacht,
He's taken everything I've got,
All I've got's this sunny afternoon.
My girlfriend's run off with my car,
And gone back to her ma and pa,
Telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty.
Now I'm sitting here,
Sipping at my ice cold beer,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
Why can't I be this guy? Drunk, cruel, a car worth stealing, a taste for beer? Ok, I have a relatively nice car, but I am not a drunk, I am the opposite of cruel and my drink of choice is a Manhattan, Jack, on the rocks. Nor have I ever done anything even remotely deserving my girlfriend running away from me to go back to her parents. (But how I have fantasized about it.)
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay.
'Cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
There is almost never a perfect time to do anything. But contemplate the idea, the possibilities, the dangers and the adventure, that shining moment of the, "sail away," daydream that we all have had, or maybe continue to have, or are haunted by having. Yes, there still may be an April 15th at the end of that rainbow, but so what?
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Wednesday, April 03, 2013
Why Everyone Should Take The Next Market Sell Signal
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