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luckycanuckAnother review post.
Investing: There seems to be more confidence in the market now, and some of the stocks that people were shorting are now on their way back up. I like to imagine that the people who were pushing the price of my shares down are now scrambling to close their positions and losing money. Aurora, Billabong and ERA are gaining momentum, and I've got orders out to pick up more as I think they seem to have turned a corner with plenty of buyers waiting in the wings. Service Stream looks like it has been oversold and I picked up more today now that there is finally support, and I got more Eureka last week. It seems drastically undervalued.
Gym: I managed a workout on Friday that involved 25 calories of rowing, 25 marine pushups, 25 pullups, and 25 burpees repeated 6 times. It took me 52 minutes and I had a real thousand yard stare going from the burpees.
Pushups/Gloom: I've also been doing large numbers of pushups on a regular basis so I can get freakishly good at them. The idea of taking some time next year and doing Pushups Across America to raise money for charity is gaining steam. I think I may have found a charity that might be suitable for this project of mine. It's called To Write Love On Her Arms and it is a group that tries to fight depression by setting up intervention programs and funding crisis hotlines. Apparently they are quite switched on, and they have contacts and chapters all over who may be able to help me out too. It's early on and I would have to do a lot of investigating, but it might be especially appropriate for me. Pushups, and working out generally is a great help for me when I get the gloom.
Church: To Write Love On Her Arms is a vaguely Christian charity. It chooses not to identify itself that way because a lot of people find the term alienating (I can well understand that) and they have discontinued links with some questionable Christian groups some time ago, but the founder is personally religious as I am. It has been a long time since I felt particularly religious (or even spiritual) and in the year to date I've only been to church for services twice, and even that is contingent on counting my attendance on Easter Sunday at an airport chapel for fifteen minutes before my flight in Orlando. I really haven't felt like it.
On Sunday I got up early and drove up to Young because Renaissance Priest's daughter was being baptised. It all went very well, the sermon given by a priest I know in Canberra was excellent and was all about a very difficult passage (those are so often the best), and given the circumstances and the atmosphere, I was glad to be there. It was the first Eucharist I've had since Ash Wednesday. I'm not going to be a regular at church all of a sudden, but it was good to be back.
Rugby: On Saturday I donned a Wales jersey and watched the Wales/Ireland match in an Irish pub. There was me and one other red shirt in a sea of green, but luckily rugby is the kind of game where you can do that without getting glassed. In fact, if I could have faked a Welsh accent I could have had half a dozen drinks bought for me after Wales won. If I had been wearing England gear I doubt I would have been as well received. People really don't like England. I think it's excessive.
Friends: I wound up meeting a couple of guys at the pub, one of whom is an old friend of Helga (small world) and had a couple of drinks with them. I've not been much for going out for drinks for quite a while, but I felt up to it this weekend. It was as though I had a lot of mental energy and could stand going out after the Wallabies/Springboks match (or maybe I was just in a very good mood given the result.) I've not been out for drinks with the guys for a long time. I've not even had "the guys" for a long time. That's not to say these guys are the guys, but for part of the weekend they were. We wound up out at a bar in the city that had an overabundance of fake tan and ridiculous hair on excessively muscular wankers, and the "I want to be a reality tv contestant" women to match. Normally that atmosphere would have sent me into an aspie tailspin, but for some reason I had a good time. I really can't account for it.
Investing: There seems to be more confidence in the market now, and some of the stocks that people were shorting are now on their way back up. I like to imagine that the people who were pushing the price of my shares down are now scrambling to close their positions and losing money. Aurora, Billabong and ERA are gaining momentum, and I've got orders out to pick up more as I think they seem to have turned a corner with plenty of buyers waiting in the wings. Service Stream looks like it has been oversold and I picked up more today now that there is finally support, and I got more Eureka last week. It seems drastically undervalued.
Gym: I managed a workout on Friday that involved 25 calories of rowing, 25 marine pushups, 25 pullups, and 25 burpees repeated 6 times. It took me 52 minutes and I had a real thousand yard stare going from the burpees.
Pushups/Gloom: I've also been doing large numbers of pushups on a regular basis so I can get freakishly good at them. The idea of taking some time next year and doing Pushups Across America to raise money for charity is gaining steam. I think I may have found a charity that might be suitable for this project of mine. It's called To Write Love On Her Arms and it is a group that tries to fight depression by setting up intervention programs and funding crisis hotlines. Apparently they are quite switched on, and they have contacts and chapters all over who may be able to help me out too. It's early on and I would have to do a lot of investigating, but it might be especially appropriate for me. Pushups, and working out generally is a great help for me when I get the gloom.
Church: To Write Love On Her Arms is a vaguely Christian charity. It chooses not to identify itself that way because a lot of people find the term alienating (I can well understand that) and they have discontinued links with some questionable Christian groups some time ago, but the founder is personally religious as I am. It has been a long time since I felt particularly religious (or even spiritual) and in the year to date I've only been to church for services twice, and even that is contingent on counting my attendance on Easter Sunday at an airport chapel for fifteen minutes before my flight in Orlando. I really haven't felt like it.
On Sunday I got up early and drove up to Young because Renaissance Priest's daughter was being baptised. It all went very well, the sermon given by a priest I know in Canberra was excellent and was all about a very difficult passage (those are so often the best), and given the circumstances and the atmosphere, I was glad to be there. It was the first Eucharist I've had since Ash Wednesday. I'm not going to be a regular at church all of a sudden, but it was good to be back.
Rugby: On Saturday I donned a Wales jersey and watched the Wales/Ireland match in an Irish pub. There was me and one other red shirt in a sea of green, but luckily rugby is the kind of game where you can do that without getting glassed. In fact, if I could have faked a Welsh accent I could have had half a dozen drinks bought for me after Wales won. If I had been wearing England gear I doubt I would have been as well received. People really don't like England. I think it's excessive.
Friends: I wound up meeting a couple of guys at the pub, one of whom is an old friend of Helga (small world) and had a couple of drinks with them. I've not been much for going out for drinks for quite a while, but I felt up to it this weekend. It was as though I had a lot of mental energy and could stand going out after the Wallabies/Springboks match (or maybe I was just in a very good mood given the result.) I've not been out for drinks with the guys for a long time. I've not even had "the guys" for a long time. That's not to say these guys are the guys, but for part of the weekend they were. We wound up out at a bar in the city that had an overabundance of fake tan and ridiculous hair on excessively muscular wankers, and the "I want to be a reality tv contestant" women to match. Normally that atmosphere would have sent me into an aspie tailspin, but for some reason I had a good time. I really can't account for it.
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