To Tame A Shrew at Wall Street

I apologize, Mr Shakespeare, for bastardizing your poetic genius.

It only fascinates me that 400 years later, your literature took on a new meaning. Day traders like me can only smile in bemusement, perhaps bewilderment bordering insanity.

In this art of war, I am no warrior of Lancelot. I was not properly trained in the academia of finance or economics. My formal teachers, if I may say so, were Leeuwenhoek, Schleiden, Schwann, Watson, Crickand Craig Venter, to name a few.

Battlefield was only a vague concept, until they threw me in. Wall Street trampled upon me. Mother Market was a difficult shrew to tame.

Bruised and naked, I was surprised! I had been taught to fish for around 7 days before, but no one told me that fishing was more difficult than textbook drama.

Thus, for the next few days, weeks, months, or even years if I’m still alive, I will build my armor for this war. I will ready my helm and visor (to think logically), chain vest (to control my emotions), and gauntlets (to be quick with my hands). I am still a squire at this stable, ready to obey at will. Someday, I will be a successful knight of Wall Street.

This is my tale.

~ by figsch on May 17, 2008.