Calgary’s rap scene sucks, but we are working to change that. Last night a couple of my favorite dudes were in town. You know its a bit of a sign though, when at 10pm you walk into a club with less than 10 people in it. Only really indie rap/college rap gets attention around here. Everyone around here is too pussy to drop a real banger… They rather just drink Kambucha and play Pogs in the alley. And there is this whole untapped pool of ladies, who love rap, but don’t know where to go. A friend and I are in the process of setting up a legitimate rap night in this city.

Now on to the market.

Market is soft. Yesterday was a key reversal. The pivot point is resistance, and things are bearish at the moment. Standard and Poor could remain flaccid until end of month, depending what kind of  stimuli is thrown at ya. I know break out buyers are nervous. I know they are hoping. Are they trapped? You tell me.

It’s my Grandpa’s birthday today. He turns 91. He was a Navigator in the R.C.A.F in WW2. They were shot down near Peenemünde. A bullet grazed his face and fell the wireless operator. He strapped a chute to the Bomb operator, threw him to the wind, destroyed the goon set and jumped. Later he was captured on foot and actually met the man who took Ann Landers down with 40 millimeters. I can’t remember exactly how long he was in Sta lag 4B for, but they were eventually ‘liberated’ by the Red Army. He still can’t eat turnips, because that’s all they would feed him.

My Grandpa is my favorite person, because he just gets it. He knows.

Grandpa noodle used to trade Stocks on the Exchange. Father noodle still trades a stock or two. You know Baby noodle, will probably too, trade Stocks on the Exchange. My profiting off of the Stock Exchange is a matter of Cosmic Balance. Nothing comes for free.