Good afternoon. On the, contemplative, 3:55PM out of the City.
I’ve been waiting for a month for good news. Expected news. Promised news, honestly brokered. I’ve made inquiries to the point of sounding whiny. I will not inquire further. Good things come to those who wait. I’ve brokered in good faith. I have some good understanding as to why there is a delay. Time for patience.
Speaking of patience, I am an a very crowded car full of known faces and new faces. For example, my old friend and possible Zen master, Clive Owen (from Inside Man) is here. His horn rimmed glasses, iCRAPS, and drab windbreaker have become mainstay of the 3:55PM.
Timothy Geithner is here. He’s sans tie or jacket, but has the special USB-wireless antenna that gives BIM ultra super-dooper access directly into the primary and secondary servers at the NYSE. He is making sure JPM stock gets a little cushion after the “London Whale” debacle in which JP Morgan now has to shell out oodles of ill-begotten gains back to (somewhere) for the CDL, CDO, XYZ, FUUSA financial crisis-de-jour. He’s wearing old-skool exterior headphones that leak out music. No kidding, he’s listening to “Sabotage” by the Beastie Boys.
Also here are a pregnant Joanie Cunningham, Michael Clarke Duncan, Ernest Borgnine, and Jimmy Durante, to name a few. All are armed to the teeth.
Happy Tuesday. Safe Travels.