Here is the public account of my endeavors from Google Sheets. I make no guarantee of it being up to date, but I’ll try. Continue reading “Workout Tracker”
I ran my first 10k in over a year this morning, 6.2 miles for my fellow Americans and friends from a few other places. Continue reading “10k Morning”
It’s the title of my alarm in the evenings, as seen in Figure 1, an alarm I used to set daily earlier this year. The purpose is to give myself a hard time to step away from screens and analytical tasks, prepare for the next day, and go to bed. Continue reading “Go the Fuck to Sleep. In an hour.”
I came home to find her lying on the couch with only the light in the neighboring room on, her laptop shining bright in the living room. Without my glasses and in the dark, I couldn’t tell she had headphones on, the noise-canceling ones she bought used a few weeks ago. Continue reading “Barrier to Entry”
“I don’t feel good,” I responded to Sera’s inquiry about noodles for dinner. I was momentarily amused by understanding the difference between saying noodles and saying pasta; noodles implies a dish inspired by Asian cuisine, while pasta implies a dish inspired by Italian cuisine. The moment passed, and I was mentally back in the car, slowing to turn at a stop sign. Clutch, brake, turn signal, look, shift, gas and clutch, turn.
Back story: I just returned from a 3 week trip in Western Europe.
I may have, at that point, been physically shaking my head side to side, but certainly I had been mentally doing so for most of the flight. Check the list.
10 hours, or just under, is all it took. Well, 10 hours, and ~$3700, is all it took for me to reach a level of enjoyment with flying that I’d like to repeat.
I’ve been watching Fight Club a lot lately. It seems an odd thing to say about a movie; it’s not like a series, where the plot changes and characters evolve, but it’s exactly the same, every time. In his 2006 TED talk, Tony Robbins admonishes those who watch the same movie again and again by telling them to, “Get a fucking life.” Fine, Tony, but I’m gonna watch this just a few more times first, just to make sure I don’t have one by your definition.
After a little over a month of paper trading, my account is up over $6,000 USD. I consider my theories validated. Real money trading started today, and I am happy to report an unequivocal success; I did not trade a single stock. Continue reading “Day One”