Lessons in EQ with The Argonaut

[The Argonaut]

Got it. I just bought 14% of a medium-sized rice farm in China. Thank you, trag

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I already have seven years of service in the pension system. If I can get back in there within the next couple of years, max out my Roth IRA contributions every year, get my debts paid off within a couple years and start a 15-year mortgage at some point in the next decade, I don't see any reason why I couldn't retire at age 59.5. Maybe even start working part time at some point a few years before that.

As long as I don't impregnate anyone

That would be nice. I’m ahead of you on the mortgage but still don’t think there’s any way I’ll retire before 65

[BurtReynolds]

Can't imagine retiring. No way I make it to 65 anyway.

[The Argonaut]

This is all foolishness, obviously. Twenty years from now the world isn't going to be a pretty place

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[The Argonaut]

We're all going to have diseases anyway. Micro plastics, wildfire smoke, etc, etc. water or not, we shall all be sickly

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Can't imagine retiring. No way I make it to 65 anyway.

Stop doing drugs

[dad]

Can't imagine retiring. No way I make it to 65 anyway.

Stop doing drugs

and drink more water while it’s still good.

[The Argonaut]

Don't fear god
Don't worry about death
What is good, is easy to get
And what is terrible, is easy to endure

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Let's die for real.

[dad]

let’s not.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Why not?

[dad]

maybe you just need a snack.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Let me live my death.

[wease]

Don’t fear the reaper

[knee tunes]

bacons are bacon

[spike]

I already have seven years of service in the pension system. If I can get back in there within the next couple of years, max out my Roth IRA contributions every year, get my debts paid off within a couple years and start a 15-year mortgage at some point in the next decade, I don't see any reason why I couldn't retire at age 59.5. Maybe even start working part time at some point a few years before that.

As long as I don't impregnate anyone

Your logic is pretty good, but you’ll want to diversify a bit. If you’re all in on a Roth (or any single market security) for the next ~30 years, you are super vulnerable to market risk.

What would you suggest?

Ice cream kickstarter

[spike]

Can't imagine retiring. No way I make it to 65 anyway.

ok every boomer