modern portfolio theory.

OK, today we’re going to go over some basic investment theory. Wait! Don’t leave yet! I promise, this is interesting. OK I can’t really promise that. But stay with me here and see what you think.
One of the basics of investing is what’s referred to as “Modern Portfolio Theory.” In a nutshell, MPT states that you can reduce the volatility, or risk, of your investments through diversification. If you had $100,000 to invest and you put it all into Apple stock, for example, this is considered risky, because you have all of your eggs in that proverbial one basket. If you took that same $100,000 and bought 10 different stocks of companies in different sectors of the economy, you would be spreading your risk over a broader area. This is considered safer.
Are you with me so far?
Modern Portfolio Theory also states that one’s investments are subject to 2 different kinds of risk – systematic risk and unsystematic risk. Systematic risks are things we can’t necessarily protect against with diversification – they affect everyone, such as recessions, interest rates, etc. Unsystematic risk is risk that’s associated with a particular investment. Like, Apple stock is subject to a different set of risks (tech spending, cost of electronic equipment) than, say, McDonald’s (unemployment, the cost of potatoes).
There is one more piece to MPT, but we’ll get to that another day. OK, so you’re asking yourself, why did she tell me this?
Well just like looking at relationships in the context of tattoos, we could also look at them in the context of investment theory.
Would you say that diversification in relationships is good? Do you prefer to diversify to reduce risk within one relationship, or diversify across several relationships? Should I find a man for each facet of my personality? The most culturally acceptable route is the two-person approach. I could argue that this is definitely “putting all your eggs in one basket” – but most of us find a way to make it work (however don’t get me started on the “buy and hold” approach…). So maybe instead of investing $100,000 in shares of Google, you could invest in an Allocation Fund – one mutual fund that holds many other mutual funds within it. For diversification. You’ve got your Large Cap, Mid Cap, Small Cap, International, REITs (real estate), etc. All in one fund. Well if I could only invest in one thing, this is what I would go with. Someone who has a little of everything I’m looking for. There isn’t one person who will fill ALL your needs, but why not get as close as you can? Maybe if I’m wanting to invest more in Mid Cap, I’ll look for someone who’s more heavily weighted to this area…
You can always scrounge up a few extra bucks to invest in a few other “satellite positions” to fill other needs (friends, co-workers, etc).
As for systematic risk – well that’s never going to go away. There are always those pitfalls that come with dealing with other human beings. But we wouldn’t want it any other way, would we? And unsystematic risk – stick with that allocation fund approach and you reduce it a little… but it’s up to you to make your choices wisely…

At the end of the day, there is always risk, when you are looking for reward, so deal with it. We might be risking a lot sometimes, but the payoff is huge – beyond calculation.

(In the next installment, there will be GRAPHS! Wooooooo!!!!!)


ace and stuff.

In the first installment of this series, I introduced you to Murray. Strong, silent Murray – my trusty companion.

I also mentioned the fridge in the garage, and told you that I hadn’t named the fridge. Well, I got called out on that one. I have actually named the fridge. It doesn’t have a proper name, like Bill or Wallace (but if it did, it would be a masculine name for sure…)
The fridge is named Man Fridge.
There are several reasons why it’s the Man Fridge – but the primary reason is because X2 would keep his beer in that fridge. Sometimes he’d have quite a bit of beer – we sometimes received presents from his brother-in-law, and sometimes he would brew his own and we’d have beer all over the place… so he got his own fridge, the Man Fridge.
After X2 moved out, the Man Fridge got a little bored, maybe felt a little left out even. It saw some action over the holidays, when we had 5 people living here for 2 weeks, and maybe a little action after that when my dad would make soups and whatnot and freeze everything and put it out in the Man Fridge. But since April, the Man Fridge has held some apples, and one container of frozen split pea soup.
So yesterday, I said goodbye to the Man Fridge. I donated it – they loaded it up in a matter of seconds and just like that – the Man Fridge was gone.
So now Murray has a little more leg room in the garage. And I will keep my apples in the house.
Sad to see it go, there were memories frozen in that fridge – but it feels good to let go and travel light.


haiku for single people, #3. and #2 redux.

Mathijs, the “true optimist,” has gotten me to change the name of this series of posts. But, being the unflagging optimist that he is, he didn’t want to stop there. He actually took the time to re-write my last haiku, with the idea of making it more positive.
Now, we need to cut Mathijs some slack on his first attempt – he is an exceptional computer programmer, but wrote his first haiku before looking up what a haiku actually was.
As a reminder, here is my original poem:

King sized bed, empty…
No snoring either, hooray!
Damn cat keeps me up.

And here is Mathijs’ poem, the happier version:

King sized bed, all by myself…
No snoring either, Hooray!
Cat loves this huge cuddle space with me.

Well, there’s my problem! I haven’t been thinking of my bed as a cuddle space lately! Thank you Mathijs for changing my perspective.

Now, anyone want to take a crack at #3??? This one is inspired by the anticipation of cooler weather & being a single homeowner:

Who cleans the gutters?
Could someone help with my sink?
Don’t all speak at once…


ace and stuff.

So I live by myself. I like living by myself – the only mess that’s around is MY mess. There’s no snoring to keep me awake. I can always have whatever I want for dinner. You know, those kinds of things. The kind of things that really, many of us might be happy to give up for the love and companionship of a good person… But in the meantime, I’ll make the most of the single livin’!

I’m often out and about, but I have to admit  – it does sometimes get a little quiet around the house. I have a cat, but she’s not all that great for conversation. What fun is someone who always silently agrees with whatever you say, while simultaneously giving you a very judgmental glare?

So yup, it’s just me and the cat. Sitting around the house. Being quiet. Thinking, mulling. Eating. Sleeping. I’m not surprised it’s gotten to this point – I’ve started talking to things around the house. And of course, they’re always referred to in the masculine gender.

First and foremost, there’s Murray – my big, sexy beast Murray. Every morning when I go get an apple out of the fridge in the garage (no, I haven’t named that yet), I say hello to my bad-ass Murray. He’s the strong, silent type. He never says hi back, but he’s always right there (no judgmental glares). And he literally takes me for a ride almost every day – but in a good way. He always sounds sooooo good – with his sexy Bose sound system.  I like a guy who will play good music for me.
I try to take good care of him, but thankfully he’s very forgiving, and hasn’t let me down yet. I may not give him presents as often as I should (I’ve forgotten our anniversary date), but I always have a kind word for him. He’s totally paid for – I OWN his ass. And we have an “understanding” – I can see other guys, when the opportunity presents itself. Pretty good setup, really.
I love you, Murray. Thanks for always being there.


**I’m pretty sure that at this point, I keep the apples in the garage just so I can say hi to Murray every morning. I’m going to sell that fridge soon – even so, I’ll probably keep poking my head in the garage every morning…


summary of today’s run.

Time: 05:10
Distance: 3.6 mi
Location: the hood
70F (!), clear, starry sky with the perfect crescent sliver of a waning moon

Mile 1
Song: White Light – Wilco
Comment: Wow, I’m not sure how much more I can take but Wilco is telling me things are alright…

Mile 2
Song: Ladies of the World – Flight of the Conchords
Comment: Sorry about that, rabbits (details will remain between me and the rabbits)

Mile 3
Song: Run Like an Antelope – Phish (studio version)
Comment: Working up to running 9 miles by the end of October is going to be interesting…

Mile 3+
Song: Eyes of the World – Grateful Dead, live, circa 1973-1974
Comment: This song makes me feel better every time (except for versions from the early 80’s when it sounded like even Bobby Weir was on coke).

Summary: Running at 5 a.m. parallels the rest of my life right now… it’s dark in places, I can’t really see where I’m going, but I trust that the surroundings are still there, and are solid – and if I keep going, things will change. And it’s definitely good to enjoy the journey. It can transform you.