Sara – Media Darling

It's a bond, it's a swap, it's SuperSaraSara is featured in the cover story of the March issue of Bloomberg Markets magazine. The article, “Revenge of the Bond Traders“, highlights the hot place to be in finance.

After the shout out to her husband, thinly disguised as “climbing the Inca trail”, we learn about Sara’s unique take on the business and her focus on clients as the key to sucess.

“This is not a zero-sum game, yet given the yield and volume, everyone can make money,” says Strang. Basically if you can understand that, maybe you should look into fixed income trading. Else, don’t quit your day job.

Congratulation Sara!

McFrivolous Lawsuit

Duece, duece and a half was so 8 years old.The lawsuit by the fat teenagers against the fast food industry was rightfully tossed into the waste bin with too many hamburger wrappers. A US federal court judge dismissed allegations that the world’s biggest restaurant chain sells unhealthy food and neglected to sufficiently warn customers about its dangers.

One of the plaintiffs was a 400 pound teenager that eats at McDonald’s every day. He’s got to be the stupidest kid in the world…”Hmmm, I passed 3 bills a few weeks ago, but I still think I can be the Jared of MickeyD’s.”

Rowling Strikes Again

Pairy HotterHarry Potter fans, you have cause to celebrate! According to this announcement off of BBC.com, the fifth enstallment of the children’s epic series has been written, and will be released June 21st, the Summer Solstice. Amazon and other major book retailers are taking preorders today! Not yet a fan? Catch up on the series!

Storytime anyone?

In the Words of George Carlin

In the Words of theOnion.comShannon asked me to share this with all of you; These are some thoughts from George Carlin which contrast a lot of interesting points that could really make you think about things if you are not careful. Enjoy

The Paradox of our Time

* The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.
* We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.
* We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time;
* We have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.
* We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
* We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
* We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
* We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life; we’ve added years to life, not life to years.
* We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.
* We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space.
* We’ve done larger things, but not better things.
* We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
* We’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice.
* We write more, but learn less.
* We plan more, but accomplish less.
* We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait.
* We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication.
* These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.
* These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.
* These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes.
* These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw-away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet, to kill.
* It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom; a time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

The End of an Era

You tell neighbor drop dead?It is with great sadness that I announce the end of our tenancy at 434 Hugo St, AKA, Chez Hugo. Chez Hugo was a decent place, the kind of place that would welcome you with a cold beer and the squeak of the couch. The dust bunnies would come to greet you at the top of the stairs. The furnace would ping, crack, ping at you, just to say hello.

I remember the first time Thad and I set eyes on Chez Hugo. We were introduced by Alan, our gay Chinese landlord. Well we’re not sure about that. He might be Japanese (Okay, that one doesn’t work as well in writing). We oohed and aahhed about how nice the Canary yellow interior paint job was, and how it would certainly brighten the house on foggy days. Thad steadied the ladder while I replaced the lightbulb and rewired the fixture while Mr Chu leared at us in Chez Hugo SE.

Brian, Thad, and Sam were the first to take posession of Chez Hugo, and were shortly thereafter joined by Dave. Together we lived in modest glee for a year until Banc of America called Brian South to Palo Alto.

It was at this time that we were introduce to Wob, who lived with us only briefly, but managed to win our outright fury with his brazen antisocial behavior, microwave destruction, and phone line abuse (I’m sorry for that phone line, I’ll never let that happen to you again).

After Wob came Julie, the fireheaded dynamo that breathed new life into our yellow abode. And so the new crew, Thad, Sam, and the red headed North wing had the pleasure of residing at Chez Hugo.

Alas, Thad was stolen by a harpy and spirited away to New York where he lives in the cold streets, turning tricks and selling dime bags to make it by (Actually he met this sweet little thing and got hitched, but that just isn’t as interesting). In his place, Michael moved in and Chez Hugo, like the Phoenix, was reborn.

It wasn’t long after that that Dave, worn by the commute, retreated to a peninsula abode. In a masterful move, Kendall moved in, joined briefly by his brother Joey.

Time went on, and Julie’s applications to Graduate school were filled out, mailed, reviewed, and accepted. The last of the Chez Hugo firecrotches bid us adieu and moved to freerentsville vis-a-viz her dad.

The final addition to Chez Hugo was Fabian, our Ecuadorian stallion. Little did we know, that like water over rock, the dreaded Commute was wearing half of Chez Hugo away…

We weren’t satisfied with your original form, so we molded you into our own design. We repainted you, wired you for ethernet, and connected speakers all throughout the house. We stripped you of your original piddling showerhead and replaced it with a waterfall. We collectively exhausted one of your toliets (nice work guys).

We remember Chez Hugo with a full heart and fond memories. We hope that your next residents fill you with as much energy, as much fun, and as much beer as we did.

Chez Hugo is a magical place. It turns strangers into friends, friends into family.

Chez Hugo, we salute you!