Still realigning my investment strategies to coincide with Taleb's THEORY OF BLACK SWANS (booming ominously dramatic music in background).
If you aren't a member of the club, are you a worker at the club or an exclusive supplier?
Many ways to keep a system operational, all of them perfectly valid, if not legal.
And if you aren't at the club, do you keep squirrels hanging in trees to record events for later retransmission?
Every leaf has a story, every page its day in the sun.
Rarely do face-to-face discussions go unwarranted. Without warranties, perhaps, or guarantees.
Life is easier with your own set of invisible-to-radar UAV eyes-in-the-sky.
Besides, what's a UAV if not a UFO?
What is a UFO if not a black swan?
Fee, fi, fo, fum, I smell the spell of an English mum.
'Tis quaint to log a blog in a catalogue, but if a log is unlogged, what's a pollywog?
Never could keep Polly from wanting that cracker. That's what I get for ferreting parroting birds-o'-paradise playing craps with pairs of dice.
Never see religion for what it's not. See it for what it's got. If it's got not, that's not what you've got.
And after that phase is over, have you kept track of the path in the wilderness laid for the next one? Deserts, mountains, passes, forests, jungles and plains - are you ready to start all over again?
Then there was nine...
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