Harry Newton's In Search of The Perfect Investment
Technology Investor. Harry Newton
AM EST, Wednesday,
July 8, 2009. The hardest thing today is recognizing
our reality has changed. We are no longer as rich as we were. We may never again
be. We may no longer be able to afford our lifestyles. And we may not presently
have the skills we need.
Many of my friends
are selling their houses; they can no longer meet their mortgage and other expenses.
Many of my friends have lost their jobs. Many will never find another job. They
are too old.
My friends call
it "deleveraging" -- reducing their debts and their lifestyles.
Some are finding
incredible opportunities in today's explosion of startups. Some are bewildered
that their old corporate skills don't work in this downsized corporate world.
What works are
skills that "make it happen." These are also called "entrepreneurial"
skills. Many of us recoil. We have no money. That's the big bugaboo I hear.
I counsel them: there's plenty of money available. In fact, people who still
have it have no idea what to do with it. All conventional investment vehicles
suck -- from the stockmarket to private equity funds run by the likes of Goldman
Sachs and Citigroup. Don't believe me? Ask Harvard about its brilliant alternative
investments. (See page 108 of the August, 2009 issue of Vanity Fair.)
Everyone is desperate to stick $25,000 into something different. It won't make
a huge difference to their net worth. But it will restore their faith in American
capitalism -- especially if they can have some minor role.
To corporate functionaries,
starting a small business seems hard. They run the numbers and find $15,000
a month won't pay their overheads. Is it better, I suggest, than nothing --
the present looming alternative? Apparently not. That reality hasn't dawned.
A friend is installing
Quickbooks for startups. He's so successful he's about to hire employees.
I suggest ideas.
Friends tell me others must be pursuing my ideas. I say, "Who cares. Do
it better, cheaper, faster, with more enthusiasm."
But they're fearful.
Fear is a corrosive
Take a 20-foot
plank of wood, two feet wide. Place it on the floor. Place a $20 bill at one
end of the plank. Ask your friends to walk along the plank.
Those who do will receive the $20. They all will.
Now take the plank
outside. Suspend it between two ladders 20 feet in the air. Challenge your friends
again. Walk along the plank and the $20 bill is theirs. Most will hesitate.
Few will take the challenge.
One friend proclaimed,
"The plank might break!" Since he weighed 275 lbs. I felt he had a
legitimate concern. But for the others?
Fear is the most
destructive force in the world.
Fear is holding
mental pictures of what we don't want to happen. Fear is not starting something
because someone else is doing it, or because we don't have the money or the
I counsel my friends
on starting a new business or buying an old, one that's not doing too well.
There are business brokers with a million businesses that need saving. But they
demur. They fear. I fear for them, for their heavy mortgages, for their heavy
debts and for their expensive lifestyles. I fear for their "retirement."
is not the time to be long in the stockmarket. It's rolling over,
depressed by increasing unemployment and lousy corporate earnings. Best Buy
dropped yesterday but so did everything else. We could be on our way to testing
the mid-March lows.
I don't frnakly know. But a lot of serious observers are fearful. Remember my
mantra: When in doubt, stay out. Meantime I'm visiting a distress hedge
fund this morning. They've doubled in the past nine months. They speak
yourself a regular colonoscopy.Many readers
have implored me to nag my male readers into getting a colonoscopy Some readers
have told of friends who've died because they fear the procedure and put it
off. Reader Tom Henson writes:
I had heard
all the horror stories about doing the prep and put it off. Heard all the
stories about the flex sig and how uncomfortable that was etc. and put it
2003 when I was 60 I noticed a little blood. Had the colonoscopy and discovered
a bad polyp that was diagnosed as rectal cancer. After picking myself up after
hearing the C. word, I searched the Internet and found a procedure that was
only performed at the time in like four or five medical centers. (Not available
at Duke, UNC, or Hopkins.) But I ended up at George Washington University
where a super doctor, Bruce Orkin, who is now at Tufts, performed a procedure
called TEM (Transanal Endoscopic Microsurgery). The procedure is exactly what
it sounds like in that they attack through the rectum rather than abdominal
which avoids all of the potential problems of an abdominal approach. As a
matter of fact, I went to a hotel in Washington prepped that night, went in
early in the morning for the surgery, came back to the hotel that afternoon
and left DC the next morning. The pathology was suspicious but not conclusive
and the experts put it at a < 20% recurrence without chemotherapy and radiation.
But I elected chemotherapy and radiation anyway and have been cancer free
for over five years. I was lucky. And every chance I get, I preach to men
don't be so damn foolish. The prep just isn't that bad and if you have
had the procedure don't do your fellow man a disservice by overplaying it
at the water cooler or at the club. A little bit of discomfort really results
in a lot of peace of mind.
I made the comment
about women because when you talk to many people including women their reaction
is oh you mean women can have that too. And the statistics really are 50-50.
I got tested
in 2004, 2005, then in 2007 and I plan to have another in late 2009 or early
2010 and then we'll probably go to a five-year cycle. I'm alive and grateful.
in Canada: From a friend of a friend:
I have been
in Toronto. Quite an interesting town and multi-ethnic even by New York standards
with many full-burka women in the streets. An interesting law case features
one of these women as a material witness to a serious crime. At issue is whether
she can wear this full burka while giving evidence, i.e., not allowing the
jury to see her facial expressions as she is questioned. Toronto has municipal
labor problems that are sizable even by NY standardsthe town is in its
third week of a nasty garbage strike. But garbage, water and sewage are not,
according to the courts, essential municipal services, so the unions can strike.
bargain A little old man is walking down the street one afternoon,
when he sees a woman with perfect breasts.
He says to her, 'Hey miss, would you let me bite your breasts for $100?'
'Are you nuts?!!!'
she replies, and keeps walking away.
He turns around,
runs around the block and gets to the corner before she does. 'Would you let
me bite your breasts for $1,000 dollars?' he asks again.
'Listen you; I'm
not that kind of woman! Got it?
So the little
old man runs around the next block and faces her again; 'Would you let me bite
your breasts just once for $10,000 dollars?'
She thinks about
it for a while and says, 'Hmmm, $10,000 dollars; Ok, just once, but not here.
Let's go to that dark alley over there.'
They go into the alley, where she takes off her blouse to reveal the most perfect
breasts in the world. As soon as he sees them, he grabs them and starts caressing
them, fondling them slowly, kissing them, licking them, burying his face in
them, but not biting them.
The woman finally
gets annoyed and asks, 'Well? Are you gonna bite them or not?'
'No, says the little old man ... 'Costs too much ...'
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investment. I don't give investment advice. For that you have to be registered
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