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- last entry / next entry - 2003-09-11 | 8:28 a.m.
2 years later. 7:46a.
8:03a. 8:59a. 9:29a. The exchanges, the market, the trading everywhere hiccups for a minute four times this morning. In memory, in honor, in respect, in silence, people hell-bent on making more money than God halt their pursuit for an entire sixty seconds. (Well, everybody but those shitheads who trade right thru it. But we all knew they were prior to this, so it's no big surprise.) Two years--it's really not that much time. Instead of me telling you what *I* think about it, you tell me. - last entry / next entry - |
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