In Search of Intelligent Life

A typical day of mine consists of 3-4 hours of sleep and lots and lots and lots of reading, watching and listening. For years, I’ve been reading anything and everything that I can get my hands on. I’ve studied the profound and the inane. For over a decade, I’ve isolated the bulk of my reading to the classics, novels, biographies, poetry and essays. Over the past 6 months, I’ve put the books down in exchange for cinema.

I found, while in conversations with the average pedestrian, cinema is a topic of great universal appeal. Most people don’t have the capacity to read 5,000 pages of art per month, so they chew on popped corn and watch movies. I’ve always enjoyed going to the movies; but I had very little knowledge of the old classics, which is why I embarked on an obsessive mission to see them all, literally.

On average, I’ve been watching about 1 movie per night, sometimes more. I do that in the late night, past midnight, when the bats are hanging upside down in your garages.

During the day, I listen to conference calls, bloomberg radio, CNBC and read an inordinate amount of research. Since I am able to read at a pace no less than 800 words per minute, I skim through everything in minutes.

I consider it a goal of mine to learn as much as possible, so that when I die it will all be one giant extraordinary waste. To live a life of the mundane is to jape at a funeral procession. I never jape, mind you, at funeral processions, except for one time when I was young and the coffin was exceedingly funny.

There is nothing amusing about being a log headed moron, might I add. You should take offense to your own ignorance and take corrective measures at once.

I like to read everything. I listen to everything, all types of music, from African jungle drums to African American jungle drums.

As I edify myself within the laws of reason and logic, the purblind loses comedic appeal. I once found great pleasure in watching men have pies thrown into their faces, or clowns shot from undersized cannons. I’d watch such occurrences while eating chocolate covered nuts and cottoned candy, sugared food goods designed by pharmaceutical companies to make me obese and feeble. But everything loses its luster after a while, even tossing foul mouthed barbs on the internets at total strangers, doesn’t it?

The reason why I love stocks so much is because the rules of the game are constantly changing. What works today is assured to bankrupt you tomorrow. Complete fools are able to make billions and geniuses fail to make a red cent. It is the ultimate arbitrager of collective intelligence, sum of parts transient so that no one can master it, not even high powered computers developed by the world’s brightest. Their best edge was to cheat, by grabbing information faster than everyone else, not exactly noble prize winning innovation.

I’ve concluded that it is my life’s work, a CHARITABLE FUNCTION OF THE KINDEST ORDER, to read the tea leaves, develop tools inside The PPT, share wit, for the benefit and at the behest of the mentally disadvantaged– so that they too can snatch a little bit of coin for themselves to help finance the purchase of a few morsels of grain alongside a few cherries and certainly some sweet, buttery pie, for the purposes of general consumption for their lovely families.

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