Handcuffed, but not in a Good Way

I neither understand bonds, nor bondage.

Maybe it's just the fact that I'm not really wired to think in terms of inverse relationships.

Or any relationships for that matter. 

Although, maybe if I understood bondage better Sugar Momma would change her opinion about my understanding of relationships.

I do better with correlation. For example, I do understand that over the past couple of months, whenever Federal Reserve Chairman Ben Bernanke has spoken, it was a clear opportunity to make money by buying gold or silver before he spoke. Today was no different.

Direct correlation.

In the case of bonds (and currencies) I get confused thinking about whether I would want values going up or down. Just way too much thought seems to be necessary. Besides, I still have that belief that bonds are for the feeble and infirm and need to be held for a long time.

I have the attention span of a gnat and maybe the life expectancy, as well, so I really don't want to be overly involved with anything that's going to require me learning its name.

It used to be that if you held onto something for a long time, that was a good sign. You held onto winners and cut your losers.

Although I don't understand inverses, I do just the reverse.

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Weekend Update

I got a Tweet from Matt Miller, host of Bloomberg Rewind, yesterday.

Back in November I was a guest on his show.

I'm very upset with Matt Miller. He has completely changed my beloved prime time viewing habits, so much so that Comedy Central executives have checked in on me to see if everything was alright. Maybe it's a kiss of death for a beyond middle aged white guy to say that his show is "hip and happening," but it's really an enjoyable and educational hour to top off the day.

But to paraphrase Christopher Walken, "It needs more TheAcsMan."

Anyway, the day that I appeared happened to be the day when Green Mountain Coffee Roasters was getting hit in the after hours and went down about 40%. Idiot I am, I brought it up during the show, as an example of a company that I had owned. Not because it was a great stock, but because it had nice options premiums, due to all of that volatility, momentum and uncertainty.

Capitalists like to capitalize, but the other characteristics are precisely the things that I profess not to like, but in a Ted Haggard kind of way, fully embrace, sinner that I am.

I nursed shares back by a combination of buying new shares and exercising the strategy that I call "Having a Child to Save a Life", as well as selling puts. Again and again.

It worked.

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What the Hell? (Part 2)

Most people go through two stages of life when they really like certainty and predictable patterns.

Really young kids and really old people. Both tend to get very cranky when their schedules are thrown off or they don't get what they were expecting when they were expecting.

I'm neither of those demographics, being uncomfortably in-between, but I do need the predictability in life to keep my balance intact.

I, too, can get cranky.

For as long as I can remember, ever since I've been interested in the release of the  "Federal Open Market Committee" (FOMC) statement on those Wednesdays, they have one of their eight annually scheduled meetings, the statement has been released at 2:17 PM.

The regularity of the timing led me to scoff at the reports that would cite the release as being anticipated at 2:15 PM.

Amateurs.

I never particularly cared why they chose an odd time, perhaps because it is a prime number and, after all these are economists and numbers wonks, but that was the routine.

By contrast, I do care why Comedy Central starts many of their shows at bizarre times, yet I've never been able to uncover an answer. I doubt that the prime number theory applies. Math is frequently not a strong suit for those in the entertainment end of the entertainment business.

In fact, I've always been so attuned to the FOMC announcement that it became a reason for regular party giving with a countdown to 2:17 PM among me and my many friends and admirers, although most of the time it was just me.

And by most of the time, I mean "always."

Comfortably seated at 12:28 PM, the characteristic voice of CNBC's Hampton Pearson cut in with a reading of the statement.

My first thought was that Pearson had gone rogue and decided to flip the middle finger to the embargo on the statement and  decided that he alone would control the markets.

I thought we'd hear doppler like screams coming from Hampton Pearson as he was being hauled away by SEC security people further away from the microphones.

But no.

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Not So Precious

Today was one of those days that if you were an investor in gold you might be able to remember where you were on this day even 20 years from now.

In fact, I remember where I was 30 years ago when the bottom fell out from under gold and silver. I actually was invested in futures at the time. Not quite as much as the Hunt Brothers, but for me, I was invested much more than I should have been by any measure of sanity.

Fast forward and imagine gold driving away in a white Bronco on the LA freeway. Maybe good advertising for Ford, but not so good for retaining the adjective "precious" in front of your metals holdings.

If you're Mr. T your personal net worth plummeted today, but even if you could jump off the ship you would likely sink wih whatever holdings remained, unlike your Captain, who had the foresight to jump ship earlier, with the lone flotation device aboard, without alerting the crew and those that trusted him to guide them on their journey.

Metaphor? Not really.

Captain Gartman. Good move driving that Bronco and jumping that ship.

Did I mention that he took the map that also gave the location of all the sharks in the water?

I don't own gold in any investment form, unless you count the potential value of my body if all of its component elements are sold upon my demise. I didn't get those dental crowns as an investment. I got them because of bad habits.

Too bad there's no market for cholesterol.

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Sometimes it Pays to Wait

Today was the kind of day that it paid to be patient.

Sometimes it's worth hanging around to see how the story will end.

As it turned out there were so many twists and turns that had I fallen for the first one and gone with that as inspiration for this blog entry, I'd have missed the real story.

As it turned out, the downgrade of Societe Generale was just an irrelevant way station.

Same with the next series of twists and turns. It was just that kind of day. One with no unifying hypothesis, just a series of crumbling European economies and maybe a reluctant German savior.

So I patiently watched and waited for some message that might signal the opportunity to take action. Buy something, sell something. Anything. After all, I'm not making any money by blogging. I need to trade something now that I'm out of Beanie Babies.

I tend to be a fairly patient person with most things, although Sugar Momma has just come to the realization that I'm much more nervous than I let on. Those two may be connected.

If that's true, she's really patient, because it took her more than a quarter of a century to say anything.

Although the words "uber" and "cool" have never been used in juxtaposition with my name, the only possible explanations for taking such a long time to make that diagnosis is that she was blinded by love.

Or maybe she just never paid attention.

I guess she was just waiting for the right time and it somehow popped up when I found myself watching a football game that I had absolutely no interest in, but nonetheless, must have been exuding some pretty obvious stress.

What stressed me out was how the place kicker, who was the son of a past professor of mine, might get cut once again, this time because it didn't appear as if he made any real effort to tackle the kick off return guy enroute to the end zone.

Steve Hauschka, late of the Baltimore Ravens, in fact, the guy that made Matt Stover expendable, is the son of Peter Hauschka Ph.D who was a giant of a man and one time placekicker for the Dallas Cowboys. He was also one of my favorite professors and was every bit as nice as he was big.

But still, I like to think of myself as being patient and above the stress that makes most people have moist underarms.

This weekend, even before the meaningless football game, my patience was tested.

Each year the past 10 years or so we have belonged to the Columbia Film Society and have dutifully gone to the newly renovated Howard County Community College auditorium, for what may be one of the best entertainment bargains around.

They are obviously doing something right as this season is their 43rd.

With each year comes the wonderment of how the campus has changed during an impressive expansion. Beyond that, there's also the wonderment that they just keep adding more and more showings each season as more and more people want to see films with sub-titles.

Now, even the English speakig films will have sub-titles, although admittedly, some of the Briitish films have been nearly unintelligible.

Somehow, despite the consistent increase in membership, we still seem to be the youngest in the crowd, although that may be a skewed observation as we now go to the early bird Friday showing.

This years' premiere movie was "Of Gods and Men", a French film set in Algeria, following the conflicted lives of a small group of monks who grappled with the dangers of Islamic fundamentalism invading their peaceful village and cloister.

The movie was terrible, unless of course you're a fan of Gregorian like chanting and multiple crescendoing scenes that have no crescendo.

I'm guessing that the $3.9 M in box office receipts wasn't matched by CD or bobble-head sales and almost definitely was the least favorite Happy Meal Toy of 2010.

But patient as Sugar Momma usually is, she just couldn't stand sitting and watching any longer. She actually walked out after a bit more than an hour.

I stayed.

Until the bitter end.

But I didn't stay because I was patient. Nor did I stay because I had an unjustifiable sense of optimism.

I certainly didn't stay for the singing or the consistent disappointments as various scenes seemed to be approaching a signifcant turn and twist.

I stayed because I don't understand the principle of "sunk costs".

For some reason I have a difficult time admitting that I'm wrong and moving onto something else.

Maybe even something better.

Otherwise I would have written this blog after the first 100 point drop in trading, moaning about how the European banking system was dragging us down with them.

Or maybe I would have written about how that drop was erased for about 30 seconds about an hour into the trading session.

But I stayed and lingered, watching the ticker descend further into the territory that we've known all too well lately.

But then it changed. The crescendo came and it didn't disappoint.

All it took was a rumor to turn things around, and we really didn't see this one coming. Almost like an M. Night Shymalan kind of twist, at least back when he knew how to twist.

The rumor was that China was seeking to purchase Italian debt. Despite the fact that it seems that Greece is going to be the nation to default on its debt, the Italian economy is so much bigger. Additionally, the fear of contagion is lessened if an intermediary block is fortified.

The problem is that while the market made up about 200 points, as it did a number of times last week, this time it was based on a rumor. That's even more stressful than when moves are based on nothing at all.

I'm preparing myself for the "Breaking News" announcement that Chinese officials were actually meeting with Italians not to purchase debt, but rather to discuss 1300 years of back royalty payments owed for the Chinese patent on pasta.

But no matter. It was worth waiting to see how this day would play out.

I'd thought of selling some call options on Halliburton, JP Morgan and some others as the market was recovering, but as I kept watching the market build on the rumor I decided that this story may go into the next trading day.

Unlike "Of Gods and Men", which never did get any better, I've got high hopes for Tuesday's market.

I have no stress about the outcome, nor do I lack in patience. I know that sooner or later things will get better. I'm not walking out on this one.

At the very least, maybe gold and silver will take their rightful paces with the other bottom dwellers that I currently own. Since I'm on the short side of those precious darlings, days like today, with another $40 drop in gold and $1.40 in silver helped to ease the day, even when the rest of the market was decidedly down.

Unfortunately, I can't say the same about "of Gods and Men". It's never going to get any better. It's not very likely that there'll be any pre-quels or sequels in my lifetime. By the time the next Columbia FIlm Society film rolls around, the South Korean "Poetry", I will not have learned anything.

I'll still sit through the entire showing and will still wait for an ending that will justify the time investment.

When it doesn't work out that way, I'll just shake my head and tell myself that next time it will be different.

It won't be.

But at least I pulled it off today. I waited and it paid off.

Oh, and see you at the 44th season.

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Did I Not Get that Memo?

With Eddie Murphy being back in the news following the announcement that he will be hosting the next Academy Awards, I was reminded of a vintage sketch he did on Saturday Night Live many years ago. (Regular readers will note this is the second time this week I've reached for an ancient SNL citation)

Going undercover as a "white person" he discovered the secret society, along with all of its perks, that was hidden from people of color.

The bottom line was that even with "white people problems," life's not that bad, I want in.

As I listen to the daily description of the over-riding trading strategy manifesting itself as either being "Safety trade off", "Risk on" or "Risk off", I wonder where those decisions are being made.

The various "talking heads" say it with such a cavalier attitude that I get the impression that there is some secret cabal meeting where the Stock Market Direction of the Day Committee gets together and decides where things will be headed.

I'd like to be on that committee, despite the fact that I generally agree with Groucho Marx's observation that he wouldn't want to join any club that would have him as a member. I'm perfectly willing to use any leftover white pancake powder that Eddie Murphy doesn't need. I'd even wear one of those powdered wigs, but will not wear one of his skin tight red leather suits.

You have to draw the line somewhere, even though I don't do charts.

As I look through my resume, which is chock full of worthless committee assignments, this one I would gladly be part of, not that Radiation Safety isn't vitally important to vital organs.

At least a memo. Send me a memo, preferably a day or two in advance. That way I could instead look through my portfolio and not see a list of worthless or non-performing holdings. Besides, I've made my position on Insider Trading pretty clear.

No one gets hurt.

The existence of such a committee is clearly patterned after the London Gold Market Fixing Ltd. committee which meets twice daily in London to set the morning and afternoon price of gold.

The difference is that we all know about that committee. Membership is tightly controlled, but it's proceedings are publicly divulged.

Interestingly, as the London Gold Market Fixing Ltd. Committee meets twice daily, physically present members may pause proceedings by placing a Union Flag atop their desk, whereas telephone members simply say the word "Flag" to pause the proceedings.

Very typically civilized and orderly as is the rest of the days' precious metals trading.

In the case of Carol Bartz, who was fired via a telephone call from the Yahoo! Board on Tuesday, I don't know if she had a flag to use. My guess is that if there was a transcript of that phone call, some flags would be raised if I tried to reprint what would likley have been a salty conversation, given her past penchant for profanity.

Whereas many feel that such a firing over the telephone is quite distasteful, I look at it as being symbolic.

Maybe its actually "emblematic", but I'm certainly not going to use what little remains of Yahoo! Search to figure out which word is best suited for use.

Oh. Nothing remains?

The manner of Bartz's firing is actually very much similar to the way the CEO of Borders informed employees of the demise of the bookstore chain.

He did it my e-mail. Maybe if he would have used paper and the printed word and convinced more people to do the same, Borders would still be selling books.

You would think that Yahoo! could have come up with a much more technologically savvy way to inform Bartz.

Personally, knowing that every person of stature "Googles" themselves, that would have been a good way to deliver the news.

The fact that "Google" is a verb, while "Yahoo!" not so much, tells the tale. Instead, Yahoo is a noun and not a very flattering one, unless you take pride in being rude, noisy or violent. Maybe profane, too.

In the meantime, the other big news of the day happened at the beleagured Bank of America.

Despite great performance at its Wealth Managment division headed by Sally Krawcheck, she's now ex-BofA, as she is ex-Citi.

Here too, though, it's clear that a memo hasn't been received.

In this case, its for all of those who are showing their support for CEO Moynihan.

Those supporters should know that it's no longer acceptable to use the excuse "he inherited this mess" in defense of someone who assumed leadership in January 2009. If you buy that line of thinking, either Angelo Mozilo has been elevated to George W. Bush status or the other way around.

Seems that you can't decry that defense when applied to President Obama and then turn around and use it for Moynihan. But then, those silly Wall STreet types never think that anyone is listening and taking notes.

I keep the memos.

That memo might have been best delivered in the foreclosure notice that was actually filed against a Bank of America branch in Florida.

Today's secret memo clearly set a signal to put the risk back on, despite the fact that it's hard to understand how you can refer to prices now being of "value", yet refer to the actions taken to secure value as being "risk on".

Whatever.

Today as we just picked up from the last hour of Tuesday's trading the climb in prices never looked back.

I took the opportunity to sell weekly call options on Halliburton, Freeport McMoran and Sunoco. I also had the opportunity to sell a September Bank of New York call option on the shares I picked up this past Friday.

With still a week to go for this month's options cycle I find my performance to be well below last month, which was the second best I'd ever had with regard to premiums collected.

Not too surprisingly, when stock prices go down, as they did in the past month, I'm not as aggressivie in selling those calls, as I do like to  recoup unrealized capital losses. Luckily, that's been the case.There's a trime for income and ther's a time for trading profits.

I think that was a song by The Byrds.

As the day came to an end with the Dow up 275 points and gold down nearly $60 the view on "The Street" was summed up by the exchanges "Streetwalker".

According to CBC's Bob Pisani, we should stop using the phrases "risk on" and "risk off".

Ah, finally a man who is against the secretive mechanics of the markets. A man who believes that we should all drink from the same deep cup of wine.

His reasoning was so crysta clear and to the point.

"Risk on and risk off are QE2 phrases".

Huh? What? What does that even mean? Why do they keep changing the code every day?

I'm sure that won't be the last memo I'll miss.

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All that Glitters

There are lots of things that I'm not very good at.

One, apparently, is the inability to not end an opening sentence with a preposition.

I'm also continually reminded that I don't clean countertops very well, although it's still not clear whether I can't master the process or am just disinterested in the proocess.

I also tend to use multiple negatives in the same sentence.

But the one thing that bothers me is my inability to understand idiomatic expressions. That weakness haunted me back in my SAT days.

Math? No problem. Same with reading comprehension, analogies, synonyms and antonyms. I was even able to keep those prepositions and negatives in check when it really counted. But once you started throwing those idioms at me I was at a loss.

Fortunately, I think that idiom interpretation held a relative weighting role similar to the traditionally recommended place of gold in your portfolio, so it probably didn't contribute to the final score all that much.

I don't do well with adages, either.

I do understand the expression "All that glitters is not gold" in that there are either other things that actually glitter, or perhaps there are other things that have the ability to entice.

I guess it could also mean that just because something glitters doesn't make it valuable, but that's the least likely one that I think of when I hear the expression.

So using my contraindicatoromometer, that would have to be the correct answer.

And then there's that silver lining thing.

Did the Rwandan carnage really have a silver lining? The Killing Fields of Cambodia? Does there really have to be something good that underlies everything that is so clearly bad?

Is there anything good about rhetorical questions?

The fact that every cloud is said to have a silver lining is akin to "beauty is only skin deep". The stuff that's hidden and out of the way, weither a lining or deeply rooted beauty is totally irrelevant.

If it can't be seen it doesn't exist.

That expression is not likly to need any deep analysis. The correct answer is "all of the above".

These days everyone is touting gold. I'm not, but everyone else seems to be doing so.

What's funny is that it also seems that all of the commercials for buying your old gold and all of the hype about gold parties seem to have died down.

I don't know whether that's due to people realizing they were getting less than bottom dollar for their old gold or the fact that market has already been tapped out at the significantly lower prices of the recent past.

I don't know anything about gold. Yeah, in the early days of my previous life I had played with casting gold using the ancient lost wax technique, even designed our wedding bands, but that's about it. When it comes to gold as an investment or as a hedge, I've got no opinion.

In general. But these aren't general times.

These days, you can cast yourself into one of two camps, more clearly defined than The Bloods and The Crips.

You're either a "Glitterati" or a "Fundamentalist".

I did purchase 10 gold coins for my 2 kids a few years ago as college graduation gifts, never thinking that their value would double. At least not in my lifetime. So call me a Glitterati, but I did so with no conviction.

Despite the fact that my oldest son, thus far the only one to receive his gift had sold three of those coins at about $1500/oz and reinvested in S&P 500 ETF's, I still believe that was a rational trade, mostly because my mantra is "no regrets".

I don't know if that's his mantra, too. Based on some of his college and young adult party pictures I'd say "no regrets" is his mantra for daily life, but I'm not certain that extends into his investing philosophy.

It's funny how your approach to money changes when it's your money that's at stake.

Other than that one time foray into the metal itself, somewhere I have a nearly 40 year old silver bar. I think it may have been 25 ounces and I think it was at about $4/oz. But then again, I really have no clue where it is. What I do know is that I fared better than the Hunt Brothers, who even if they had held onto the silver they had purchased in an attempt to corner the market, still wouldn't have reached a breakeven.

And that's despite using 1979 dollars.

So as gold and silver have been on this upward tear, for people like me and by which I mean anyone with a shred of rational thought, would assume that their prices were primed to drop.

Last week that one day $100 drop seemed to be the start of a well deserved return to normalcy and perhaps a return of the stock market to more sane intra-day movements.

Wrong and wrong.

Down $100. No problem, just go up $150 and then some for good measure.

Now, I do have to admit that I have been slowly accumulating shares of the ProShares Silver Ultrashort ETF.

I first started doing that when those shares were at $17. They subsequently moved up to about $21, as silver fell to $32 or so, per ounce.

Since I hedge just about everything, I was more than happy to pocket a very healthy option speculative and volatility driven premium and give up my shares.

Since then, though, silver too has been on an unabated upward climb and I've again started accumulating shares.

I've done so always in the belief that silver would join gold and return to its senses.

It hasn't and neither have investors, or speculators, whatever you want to call them.

Tuesday, after about a 300 point early day drop in the Dow Jones and a $25 rise in gold's price, some sense of normalcy returned. Obviously, on the basis of 3 hours worth of sane behavior, I feel comfortable projecting the next 10 years into the future of the markets.

The Dow finished down just 100 points and gold lost about $25 in just a couple of minutes.

While it showed as much as a $9 loss, it did end the day up $4. Silver on the other hand was down all day long, but came off of its lows for the session.

I suppose that Ron Paul, probably still seething over the Tulip Bulb Crash, is happily telling everyone who shows the least interest in listening that he told them so.

I can't blame him if he were to do that, especially since he should get his moment in the sun after 40 years of trying to spread that message that has clearly been a losing proposition for the vast majority of that time.

These days stocks are clearly not the ones with glitter. It's certainly not real estate or European bonds, either.

Although I've never been one to pay too much attention to price charts, I'm having a hard time understanding why people don't look at a chart of gold or silver and apply the same kind of cautionary notes that they would if they saw a stock or index demonstrate the same upward climb.

That cautionary note is called "gravity".

I do understand the perspective of the crumbling world economy being thrown into the mix as perhaps being the reason given for the available support of a continued climb. But I'm old enough to remember we've had lousy financial periods over the past 30 years and nowhere near the same reaction in metals.

Granted, the Russian economy of the 90's was not precisely of the same weight as the European Union of today, but that would have been a great time for gold to rocket. At least the European Union of today has some banking and financial standards and the existence of some relatively healthy members who are willing to prop up the union.

On the other hand, it's hard to say with any kind of certainty that Russia of today still has any banking standards. Can you imagine the devastation that would have occured back in 1998? And yet, gold did nothing and the stock markets, fueled by technology soared.

I wish that people would have the same sense and sensibility that I have when it comes to the emotions that surround this glittering stuff. Although I did take a pick and shovel with me as I paid a brief visit to the cemetery the other day, common sense eventually took hold after I had broken into a third crypt.

That's when I remembered that I just wasn't cut out to be a Glitterati and was no longer a practicing necrodontist. I needed to focus back on Fundamentalist concepts, instead.

The one thing you can say about the fundamentals is that they definitely do not glitter. They're boring, but at least no one is going to be blaring on my TV suggesting that I go through my old drawers for unwanted fundamentals.

And no, there will never be any alcohol fueled "fundamentals parties" with my many fundamentalist friends.

That would just be weird.

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It's a Mad, Mad, Mad Cheney

When I left home Wednesday morning, for an unprecedented third consecutive day of honest work, I was resigned to once again being completely in the dark. Since I feel that I don't have that much time left, I find myself having to get used to things much faster, so I am getting somewhat accustomed to being cut off from streaming news in record time.

Following that earthquake induced rally that was clearly a result of everyone forgetting to follow-up on the morning's market rise with a spirit deflating plunge, as per the script,  I was happy to see the futures pointing to only a mild giveback. I combed my memory banks and really couldn't find a recent example of how the market reacted to a mildly negative open. Lately its been a series of exaggerated up or down pre-market futures.

Granted, I didn't look or think very hard. I'm sute there's some kind of precedent.

By the time the work day ended the market had closed and that early morning drop gave way to a nice triple digit rally. That combination definitely hasn't happened for a while, but complaints are definitely not in order. Those kind of surprises are pretty easy to deal with.

A quick glance through the New York Times online edition gave me no great insights into what moved the markets. I'm not certain why I even checked since in the absence of any concretely path altering news, the reasons given are always conjecture dressed up to be fact.

I did know that something was up with the precious metals. In fact what was up was that they were decidedly down. Since I own shares in the ProShares Silver Ultrashort ETF, I also follow Silver and Gold ETF's just to have an idea of metal's direction. What I didn't realize was that the drop was over $100.

Maybe somebody actually considered James Altucher's comment last week that gold was just a rock and realized that it is just a rock.

Someday, people will add where were you on the day of the great east coast earthquake andwhere were you when gold droped $100 to the classic OJ and JFK questions

Normally, with the kind of move that the UltraShort Silver shares showed today I would have sold calls into the strength of a 10% upward move, but I think that there's still quite a bit more downside for the metals, especially Silver. Unfortunately, by not selling those calls I'm violating one of my cardinal rules by giving into greed.

Alright, so we've established that I can be greedy, but let's just rationalize it by thinking that the decline in silver prices, when leveraged by the short ETF can help to nicely offset the paper losses from last month. Sometimes it has to be about the capital gains and not just the options income.

As it turned out, there really was no news. The Steve Jobs resignation had occured after the market close and wouldn't be a potential factor until today's open. The after hours drop in Apple paralleled the 5% drop in gold and who knows, may be the basis for tomorrow's blog.

Add where were you when Jobs resigned for the second time to the list.

The only news that caught my interest was that regarding Dick Cheney, except that this time it wasn't related to a new cardiac incident. That's what made it news.

As soon as I heard the revelation contained in Dick Cheney's upcoming book, "In My Time", that he had drafted a resignation letter in the event that he suffered an incapacitating illness, I had visions.

Normally, my visions are limited to stock options I'd written expiring worthless as the stocks hovered just beneath their strike price. Vions, fantasies and dreams are all the same for me.

That's a strange kind of dream. It's not the kind of dream draped in deep imagery that could be used to rally people to greatness. I doubt that they'd be dedicating space on the National Mall to commemorate the life of a man behind that kind of dream. It certaily doesn't reach for the unreachable. It just reaches for a consistently unlikely, yet possible, sequence of events. More like a  "I have a scheme" concept.

But this time I had a different series of images.

Imagine if the world had known that sitting in some secret vault was a resignation letter, that if released, would have resulted in Dick Cheney relinquishing his Vice Presidency.

Obviously, Dick Cheney changed the nature of that office and he had many supporters. But they're not the ones in my vision. Instead, I see all of the 2004 and even 2008 hapless Presidential hopefuls running around in comedic fashion trying to find the location of that secret vault so that they could save the nation  by putting through the resignation of the individual so many so as evil personified.

Yes he was mad, and not in a good way.

Imagine a devious Dennis Kucinich trying to outmaneuver a roller derby-like Hillary Clinton for the next clue. I suppose that there would have been a few Republicans in that mix as well since the Vice-President was just a heartbeat away from the real thing. In my vision, Mitt Romney is breaking a sweat and there are some mis-placed hairs.

People always think about the impossible. Among those dreams are time travel. Some dream of going forward while other dream of going back. I suppose that either one would only be complete if you could book the round-trip.

Cheney, in his book, is reported to paint a sometimes unflattering picture of his less experienced boss, George W. Bush. I don't know if he reads many books, but I'm guessing that Bush would probably like to climb into that time travel unit right now and release that resignation letter before Cheney ever gets the chance to steer him into what would turn out to be a series of misguided paths.

While there, I may ask him to place a few trades for me.

That's more in keeping with the kind of visions and dreams dancing in my head.

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