Parabolic is not good.
When it goes parabolic, sell.
Sometimes.
Here’s the classic parabolic. Silver.
But not all.
Companies with substance, like Nvidia, Micron, Seagate and SanDisk. They keep going up. (Hopefully.)
Maybe Amazon is selling a lot of mini SanDisk hard drives? I have one in my favorite laptop. See it sticking out below. That little SanDisk hard drive is 512 gigs and is perfect for backing up my precious (?) words. Only $54. More convenient and more reliable than the Cloud. Click here.
Our local Chatham, NY bookstore
Today’s HoneyDo was to go to the bookstore and buy a book for Susan’s book club.
Price of book club admission is a hardcover. They frown upon a far cheaper (but more convenient) Kindle version.
Fear not. For now, I’m not putting Amazon out of business by buying hardcover locally. AMZN is up a magnificent 2.21% today.
It’s a nice bookstore. They display books everywhere, hoping suckers (like me) will be piqued and buy them. Most times that marketing approach falls on blind eyes. Except today. When I spied:
If buying a book by its cover, this is the classic.
Now I go to Amazon to find out what I got sucked into (at $30).
The “endlessly compelling” (NYT Book Review) untold story of a trailblazing Paris correspondent for The New Yorker, who sounded the alarm about the rise of fascism in Europe while becoming enmeshed in the sensational case of a German serial killer stalking the streets of the French capital on the eve of WWII.
In 1925, the Indianapolis-born Janet Flanner took an assignment to write a regular ‘Letter from Paris’ for a lighthearted humor magazine called The New Yorker. She’d come to Paris to with dreams of writing about “Beauty with a Capital B.” Her employer, self-consciously apolitical, sought only breezy reports on French art and culture. But as she woke to the frightening signs of rising extremism, economic turmoil, and widespread discontent in Europe, Flanner ignored her editor’s directives, reinventing herself, her assignment, and The New Yorker in the process.
While working tirelessly to alert American readers to the dangers of the Third Reich, Flanner became gripped by the disturbing crimes of a man who embodied all of the darkness she was being forced to confront. Eugen Weidmann, a German con-man and murderer, and the last man to be publicly executed in France—mere weeks before the outbreak of WWII. Flanner covered his crimes, capture, and highly politicized trial, seeing the case as a metaphor for understanding the tumultuous years through which she’d just passed and to prepare herself for the dangers to come.
The Typewriter and The Guillotine offers the personal and professional coming-of-age story of an indomitable journalist set against a glamorous, high-stakes backdrop—a tightly-coiled drama full of romance and intrigue.
Sounds like it’s my sort of book. You can buy it on Amazon for less than I paid. Click here.
Don’t do stupids
Treadmills have edged out the bottom step as this month’s “Don’t Do Stupid.”
Jill is cruising on her treadmill. She is getting hot. She takes off her sweater – while running on the treadmill. Bad idea.
Now she can’t sit and can barely walk.
Worst, she feels like a gigantic idiot. She didn’t get any sympathy from me this morning.
Second, snow is a pain. It becomes ice. And the ice is definitely not nice.
Ogden Nash once wrote: Ice is nice, but liquor is quicker.
Words of ultimate wisdom
I updated the list of stocks I own. It is on the right column in the blog. Click here.
See you soon. — Harry Newton
