Aug

31

looking down from a space stationWhen I try to run with the lead pack I usually get beat up by elbows and get my heels clipped and dinged. I just can't complete. So I dial down the trade to a longer time frame–let the zigger and the zaggers roach and take my cut when the line moves ahead.

I envision the chair and other great hunters in their space stations looking down. I gotta stay low to the ground and get my piece. Everyone feeds at the market reef.

Song for today regarding the market/economy:

talking heads: road to nowhere


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