Date: January 21, 2024
Painting
The Last Sage
In a realm where gears and gravity dance, A figure stands in an eternal stance. With eyes like stars in deep space’s expanse, He holds the cosmos with just a glance. Cloaked in shadows of the interstellar night, Adorned with feathers, a breathtaking sight. Orbs and wheels in motion, whispering lore, Of ancient wisdom and mechanical core. His beard a cascade of silvered streams, Flowing like time, through infinite dreams. With hands that weave the fabric of fate, He molds the universe, devoid of hate. Feathers of wisdom, a crown so bold, In this kingdom of cogs, stories unfold. The flight of eagles, the spheres in hand, In this portrait of power, profoundly grand. A sage of secrets, in a world so wide, Where the spirits of machine and mystique collide. An alchemist of the ether, so fierce, so free, Crafting tomorrow, what will be, will be.
Date: January 20, 2024
Painting
Eidolons of Invention
in a realm where gears and wonder intertwine,.a cloaked figure casts spells between the lines..its eyes, like sapphire flames, quietly burn,.while pages of ancient lore gently turn...amidst the whisper of turning cog and wheel,.it conjures worlds that feel both unreal and real..with every incantations potent chant,.it weaves a reality scant of cant...metallic fingers dance with grace and skill,.bending the fabric of time to its will..the ancient and future in it combine,.a being beyond the reach of decline...in silence, it summons the thunders voice,.in its magic, the stars themselves rejoice..its knowledge vast as the endless night sky,.where celestial bodies calmly lie...a guardian of secrets, bound by steel,.yet in its essence, not all is revealed..in the quiet hum of its arcane art,.lies the power to both mend and to part...elixirs bubble, manuscripts unfold,.in this workshop of stories untold..the enigma wrapped in an iron shroud,.bearing wisdom both humble and proud...so marvel at the inventors grand dream,.where nothing truly is as it seems..in a workshop where sparks of genius fly,.the eidolons of thought never die.
Date: January 19, 2024
Quotes
Nick Maggiulli
Even God couldn't beat dollar-cost averaging
Date: January 19, 2024
Quotes
Morgan Housel
The biggest technology booms come when the world is on fire. it comes during Wars and recessions because the incentive in the 1940s is we have to figure out nuclear energy today because if we don't figure it out in the next three months there might not be any more United States of America
Date: January 19, 2024
Quotes
Morgan Housel
In investing it's really clear that what do you get paid for you get paid for dealing with and putting up with uncertainty and volatility and periods of decline periods of no gains that's what you're getting paid for in the long term so yes you can make a lot of money investing no matter what asset you're investing in but why like the world is not so kind that it's just going to give you money for doing nothing you have to like anything else in life there's a price that you have to pay so the pain is the cost of entry basically it's the cost of admission for getting this.
Date: January 19, 2024
Quotes
Morgan Housel
Calm plants the seeds of crazy. What Minsky said was stability is destabilizing
Date: January 19, 2024
Random Thoughts
Your 20s aren't the game. In your 20s you are just building the player.
Date: January 18, 2024
Painting
The Burning Oak Spirit
In the heart of woods, where whispers tread, Upon the earth, a fiery bed, A spirit rises, fierce and grand, With crackling leaf and embered hand. Roots entrenched in ancient lore, Its branches reach for evermore, In glowing heart and sap of fire, It stands, a beacon, tall and dire. With mossy beard and eyes that gleam, A fusion of life and flame it seems, Through forest's hush and creature's flight, It guards the grove in day and night. Each leaf a spark, each twig a blaze, Within its grasp, the fire stays, A timeless dance of ash and spark, A spirit bold, against the dark.
Date: January 17, 2024
Random Thoughts
My enemies swing at me all the time. I am always ready. It is only my friends that ever catch me off guard
Date: January 14, 2024
painting
Tinker Bell And The Samurai
In twilight's soft and waning light, Where fantasy and steel unite. A warrior clad in armor dark, Bears the silence of a lark. Beside him stands, in verdant grace, A creature from an ethereal place. Her wings aglow with magic's sheen, A sight so rare, so seldom seen. He, with his blade so sharp and true, Guardian of a code, an honor to pursue. She, with her dust, and dance, and flight, A whisper of wonder, a beacon of light. Their worlds apart, yet here entwined, A juxtaposition of two kinds. One of earth, one of air, In this moment, a pair so fair. He speaks in silence, strong and deep, She in giggles, a laugh to keep. The samurai's might, the fairy's flair, Together they make a contrasting pair. In the realm where sunset sings, And night's curtain softly rings, They stand in peace, with gentle might, In the fading glow of the coming night.
