Saturday, September 25, 2021

My Name is Jon Bird

Fight for your people

Fight for what you love

Fight

I will return

On your left

Firmamental One

 This iS It

Stop

Turn ...

Black

swAn

risinG

Tuesday, September 21, 2021

Dis Time with All Da Feels


'Here we go, here we go, here we go again.'

'Fight the Power.'

'For the People.'

Let's flip that Bird Together shall We?

Spread that Word!


Sunday, September 12, 2021

Singularity Thrice Chapter 29

Johnny was sliding blind.

The fractal of space and time had broke and would break the quantum, and she was pissed.

He knew he would get the message, he had seen the results.

The dead surrounding him were the only signs of life.

If he made it to Chains City maybe he could build the key.

His ghosts on infinite axis pulling and prodding.

Like an arrow, be the arrow, he heard himself say.

Johnny was sliding blind.   

He could feel the breadth of his pursuit.

Singularity thrice if he has already gotten there first.

Tuesday, August 31, 2021

I came for my personals

 


 Knowing what I know … what we need is awareness we can’t get careless’.

-Public Enemy – Fight the Power

I don’t see how he can ever finish, if he doesn’t begin’.

-Alice

'Let’s turn on the juice and see what shakes loose’.

-Betelguese

Anonymous Monetarist

Anonymous Monetarist

Anonymous Monetarist

> 

> 

> Hello Cyberspace.

Let me dust off the hoot and holler ...

Hello, I am a raconteur. I have been a raconteur for a time, am once more for a bit, and perhaps then for the last time.

For now, just a fast one...

 

The kid was slick, will give him that.

I let him grab a chair for thirty minutes because his cold call pitch was tik-tok clinic.

‘Listen – it’s churn, run rate, factor cost and boom you scale’, he said, with his gold cuffs exposed and his teeth extended.

It was 99, we were coming up on Y2K, and all my folks in telecom were going to end up owning islands.

The young, suited, shark explained that my company could be valued on monthly run rate less churn times the factor from his billing/finance alliance that was ‘deploying funds’ to scale to the moon.

With a personal guarantee, my skin in the game, they would factor my receivables, and group me with other growing subnetworks around the nation to scale and then bail.

That moment, another in midtown Manhattan with my bond securitization team backstabbing my sponsor so I could replace him, and a few others that I will keep to my inner monologue… represent my personal fractal. Hint … I said hell no.

Fractals are kind of cool. They are self-similar on all scales. They suggest a rules based, deterministic system.

As an illustration …

Do you know a successful trader? If u do then they will tell you that they know a pattern. That is, they recognize a fractal. Fun part is that, by far, the majority of them do not recognize that it is a fractal.

Will give you the TLDR in a second; however if you would like to deep dive, search Mandelbrot on my blog or the intertubes. He was an extraordinarily interesting fella.

A fractal is self-similar on all scales. Mandelbrot coined the term.

Our erstwhile trader, although they preach some garbled version of random walk theory, albeit they recognize that the markets consist of millions of individual decisions, many by silicon proxy, has some pattern or some hook that they keep very close to their vest. That pattern or hook is a fractal and you may confirm that by hearing the trader describe how they are trading the same ‘thing’ on different charts (i.e., hourly, daily). Self-similar on all scales the fractal is.

The more advanced student will trade on charts where the time period itself is an important fractal.

The way the trader trades is entirely inconsistent with what they philosophically believe trading to be. It flies in the face of who they perceive themselves to be. But rules are rules!

Mandelbrot was asked by his credentialed colleagues why, given his robust intellect, he toiled in such a pedestrian field as trying to model exactly why/how markets behave. To paraphrase his response, ‘the markets are the dataset of humanity’.

If Mandelbrot were alive today perhaps he would search for fractal relationships in the metadata of the socials or in the promise of blockchain supercomputers.

Most certainly, and I can attest that I know this to be true, he believed in the following fractal, ‘The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun’.

It was in fact an ‘executable of this source code’ that allowed me to play tour guide for the creator of a fractal trading theory and show him that his discovery could be used to avoid lines at the game day turnstiles of Wrigley Field.

Open your eyes Neo.

Composability with the Internet Computer is all sorts of fractalicious.  My view of the IC is that it is a fractal layer cake. My intuition is that implementing a fractal lens will gestate significant network effects.

Are you listening Benjamin?

Fractal composability.

Let’s go.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Feeling sorry for the rats.


'What's in the box?'
-David Mills, Se7en

'And the eye-in the-sky is watching us all.'
-Ace Rothstein, Casino

'To be modern only means to fill new forms with eternal truths.'
-Joseph Goebbels

As a trader, there is time to reflect ‘tween the flickering ticks, often in the wee hours. Here in the Great City there is tranquility when the air is sepia; the darkness balanced by the illumination necessary to keep the cameras in focus as they watch the over-served stumble home whilst the bunnies litter the green space. Actually we have a bunny infestation here, but no one seems to mind. After all they are cute, cuddly, and as such of course harmless. The signs referencing infestation always refer to the rodents, many the size of rabbits. Both critters carry disease no doubt, but there are of course no proclamations with big red Xs superimposed over Thumper and his kin.

For the gnostic the wailing and gnashing of being spy gamed is about seven years too late.  The Federales mirrored the San Fran Carrier Hotel  back in ’06 and have never snooped back. They hack us for our freedoms dontchaknow. The digital binding of the left hand to the right foot, the requisite dissection of ones’ avataristic soul, with mercy dispensed as necessary in the name of national security.

The comics of course living up to their name in discourse, oblivious to any other amendment other than the second.  Snowden, Manning, and the like, you are no Daniel Ellsberg, for as we live through a bad sci-fi movie from the 70s the concept of whistleblower is being queued up as requiring a minimum sentencing standard. Pay no mind that the self-immolation of a Tunisian monk that purportedly initiated the Arab Spring was motivated by the Wikileaks disclosure of corruption in their government and direct your inattention to the fact that Snowden’s girlfriend is kinda hot eh?

No one asked us if we wanted a credit score. No one will ask us if we want a citizen score. Alas such a metric is undeniably coming to a job interview, college application, mortgage document and dating website near you. When the spooks gave away the basic algorithms to business  awhile ago assuring that there was no bottle for that genie, the ubiquitous commercial application of that military tech became inevitable.

At the end of the day the data intelligence complex is a job creation program. Oh certainly the usual suspects over time will be rounded up so our solons with flag pins suitably shined can trumpet the necessity of it all for there is data gold in them there hills; a digital homestead with free spoils .

Youth may be for the young but youthful indiscretion is now a thing of your past, available into perpetuity at the touch of the button by any opposable thumb that finds you within six degrees of nefarious separation.

Frankly, I feel sorry for the rats.

Friday, October 12, 2012

QE baby QE.. baby don't you spare no dimes on me...



Gordon Cooper: Who was the best pilot I ever saw? Well, uh, you're lookin' at 'im.
John Glenn: I'm tired of being forthright, gracious and magnanimous.
Gordon Cooper: Yeah.
John Glenn: I'm tired of these stupid questions from the press.
-The Right Stuff

In preparation for an Irish Wake this evening I  became a bit reminiscent of family and such.

Had the memory of when as a lad lived ‘downstate in the sticks’ for a few years where , foreshadowing my future as a trader, across  the street  from me resided a fella of the name of Cash Dollar. (Honest to goodness!) Oh… he would also wear a big hat and walk around in a stars and stripes get-up from time-to-time.  

Mr. Dollar owned horses and he would corral them with an electric fence.  Not enough to harm the horse,  the fence’s setting was strong enough though, to get their attention.

As a young’un was into a young’un’s ways and sometimes out of love and devotion , of course, was perhaps  just a tad bit mischievous toward some of me dear relatives. My plan, admittedly a bit reckless, was to apply the juice meant to apply said ‘horse sense’ in a less than judicious manner to whoever happened to be visiting at the time.

Would not  usually have difficulty luring the relative, and am ‘membering a specific occurrence with a cousin,  to feed apples to the horses, and invariably this fella  had a pretty big construct, although sometimes it varied, on the setup. ..

With this cousin the sting was the ‘passioned representation that I had in fact procured superhuman powers and that as proof would lay hands upon her where she would both feel my power and might.

Upon my plaintive cry would then  grab the electric fence and reach over to the victim and give them literally a jolt.

Truth being stranger am sure the analogy is not lost on you gentle reader.

If I were the Fed, and my dear cousin Marie were …well… you, my dear fellow surplus eater,  can only assure you that the expression on her face from this betrayal  should clearly imitate that yonder on yours.

Delivering dollar’s juice might be couched with nice apples but betrayal  ain’t going to go down well.  

Our testy solons though are confident that it will be Japan first  (after Europa) or at least for what passes as confidence these days from the fireman that go from room to room putting out the work of their arson.

These troubles always end in currency crises don’tcha  know.

Yeh and they do too.