All that biking over the weekend tired me out. I don't think I slept last night; I think I was in hibernation. I dreamed about work all night, about this presentation I'm working on for Thursday.
Rob called tonight--howdy Rob! Hadn't chatted with that boy in a long time. We reminisced about the good ole days, when the NASDAQ was at 5000. Oh wait, no, it was the good old days when we were naive, clueless, occasionally intoxicated freshmen. We didn't know what the NASDAQ was back then.
It's doubtful encrypted e-mail will ever take off as long as people feel secure sending their mail the way they do and as long as PGP is such a pain in the butt to install and use. But you can sign up for a free Hushmail account and use their web interface to send encrypted e-mails to other folks who have Hushmail accounts. Not practical, but something about encryption has always appealed to me. So if you sign up for one and want to send me some private correspondence, I'm at Or if you have PGP, let me know and we'll swap keys.
I mean really, if you want to know my darkest thoughts and opinions, you can't expect me to publish those unencrypted. Hell, the CIA could actually care what I think. They might be bugging my home right now, like they did to Tony Soprano.
Supposedly, Lance Armstrong and Marco Pantani have buried the hatchet. I think the world's more fun with bitter rivals.
If you're into investing and finance, and even if you're taking a hiatus from it in this challenging environment, you should read Warren Buffet's annual letter to shareholders. Among the great lines from this year's letter, which comes after a much improved performance versus the previous year:
"The line separating investment and speculation, which is never bright and clear, becomes blurred still further when most market participants have recently enjoyed triumphs. Nothing sedates rationality like large doses of effortless money."
"After a heady experience of that kind, normally sensible people drift into behavior akin to that of Cinderella at the ball," he wrote. "They know that overstaying the festivities -- that is, continuing to speculate in companies that have gigantic valuations relative to the cash they are likely to generate in the future -- will eventually bring on pumpkins and mice."
"But they nevertheless hate to miss a single minute of what is one helluva party," he added. "Therefore, the giddy participants all plan to leave just seconds before midnight. There's a problem, though: They are dancing in a room in which the clocks have no hands."
True. True.