Saturday, 31 December 2011
Some recordings of these have appeared on a download site I use and seem to offer an excellent mix of stuff. The first I've listened to had a great track by John Renbourn (of Pentangle) from his album The Nine Maidens followed by Mellow Candle's Reverend Sisters from the classic Swaddling Songs album. Other downloads include tracks by Ash Ra Tempel, Nico, The Nice, Spirit, Chris and Cosey, even Stuart Dempster (whose trombone pieces recorded in a huge, concrete, underground bunker remains a firm favourite of mine)
So maybe that if something to dip into, even though I have just 16 examples of the show.
Or there is Ondaru Radio, a strange internet radio station that may be based in Russia, and mainly plays modern classical stuff.
The first fishing magazines I bought were Course fisherman and Angling, starting around 1975. The latter only lasted a few more years, while CF staggered on until just a few years ago I think. In CF, I really loved the articles by Brian Morland, but he seemed to stop writing by around 1980. Am I right in thinking that he was involved in some sort of scandal related to the chapter of a large barbel that may have been during the close season? CF also had the rather bizarre Chris Binyon, pike angler and overall reprobate. Angling had the first articles I ever read by Tony Miles - two articles on summer and winter chub fishing.
One article that I had forgotten about in CF was an interview with Ray Webb. He had co-authored one of my first fishing books, Fishing for Big Pike, which my parents bought me for Christmas in 1975 or 76. He had famously quit work to fish full time, but had then been afflicted by a series of mental problems, resulting in his hospitalisation, which is where the interview took place. Harrowing stuff.
Other piles include the eccentric Waterlog, lots of different fly fishing magazines, early issues of Improve your Course Fishing, my current favourite, Course Angling Today (going back to 2005) and the excellent Practical Course Fishing, perhaps my all time favourite, as one issue featured me fishing the Hampshire Avon with Tony Miles. And then there are loads of magazines that seemed to only survive a short time, like Course Fishing Monthly. But I do have about twenty issues of Specialist Angler - whatever happened to the National Association of Specialist Anglers (or NASA as it was confusingly called)? I even seem to have some copies of Barbel Fisher - are they still going?
Thursday, 29 December 2011
By Thursday I had finished work and Linda and I were deep in food buying. I went to Tescos at 6:00am to buy bulk stuff, then we both went to Oxford to collect our turkey and duck, plus a huge amount of other things. As usual, the breakfast at Brothers was a calm half hour in the chaos.
Daughter came home on Friday afternoon, rather the worse for wear after a night out on Thursday. She soon settled in for some serious lying around, napping and watching Frozen Planet on TV. I picked up my mum on the Saturday. She seems to get on ok with Linda's parents, but even she thought they were whining rather a lot about things.
Christmas day cooking was a triumph for Linda as always. Duck for the first time - and very nice too. No board games this year for some reason. Present opening continued into the late afternoon. My chief presents were an A3 photo printer and the latest version of Photoshop, plus a couple of excellent books (Westman's The Copernican Question, Heilbron's biography of Galileo, a book on writing history and the Houellebecq / Levy philosophical argument, Public Enemies).
Boxing Day was spent at Linda's brother's. Lots more food, some football watching, and so on. Linda's parents set off the same time as us and arrived two hours after us. At one point we thought they might have gone home instead.
My mum returned home the next day and seems to have had a nice time. last year she didn't see many people in January and so this year I ought to try and make sure I see her a bit more regularly when she doesn't have her friends coming round.
And so the calm eventually descends. Just the three of us for a couple of days before Daughter returns to London on Friday. Lots of reading, tv watching, more nice meals . . . .
Monday, 19 December 2011
Before that I read Rees' Auschwitz, which accompanies his TV series from a couple of years ago, which we have on DVD but which I haven't brought myself to watch yet. I remember years ago seeing the World at War episode about this and haven't watched anything like it since. One of the people featured by Rees cared for her younger sister at the camp, but was seperated just after the liberation when her sister was taken to a hospital. She never saw her again and only found out years later that the sister had died a few days later at the hospital.
What I have been watching is a joint German/Russian documentary series on Stalingrad, which really does emphasise the hardships faced in this battle. After the war, the Russians retained many Germans as prisoners for a number of years. Most were released in the 1950s and there was some film of Germans waiting at stations for the trains to arrive that might have their relatives on them. Of course for everyone who located a relative, there were dozens that went away devasted with disappointment after all that time.
Monday, 12 December 2011
The chosen venue was a local stretch of the Evenlode. No time to make bait, so I am forced into buying some at the fishing tackle shop in Witney. As I parked near the farm, I was approached by a guy who I thought might be going to ask me to leave, but it turned out that he was just curious who I was, having not seen many members of the club on this stretch in the two years he has lived there.
The river looked really bad - I have never seen it so low. I would guess it was two foot below the lowest level I have ever seen it before. This could be a problem as some of the spots I planned to fish were now effectively shallows. I decide on a relatively static approach, baiting up a longish, reasonably deep run where I have had a few nice fish in the past. But it is not a great afternoon and I manage just one fish, a chub of about 2lbs.
Maybe the rain we are due will perk it up a bit and I can have another trip over Christmas.
So we dine alone in Covent Garden and then arrive at the O2 (as it is now called) in Shepherd's Bush just as Hawkwind are coming on stage. It is absolutely jam packed and we eventually settle in a spot about two-thirds back and over to the left. Linda has a tall, bald guy in his fifties in front of her who proves to be an enthusiatic dancer.
I had sort of expected a show very similar to last year, but it is actually quite a different set. They are still playing Prometheus from last year's CD, but tonight also played a stupendous version of (I think) Hassan I Sahba and (much to our surprise) Silver Machine!
And they have two new dancers, doing roughly the same routines as last year, but with less stilts involved.
We drive home listening to disc one of Space Ritual and already plan to see their next shows, set for the spring. Excellent stuff
Tuesday, 6 December 2011
Much to my surprise, Linda is prepared to watch it with me, so this becomes our Sunday night viewing. This is exactly my sort of thing. Proto-hippies driving around, having "far out" experiences fuelled by excessive consumption of the then-legal LSD. Wild music from the earliest version of The Grateful Dead (Garcia without a beard, Pigpen on vocals). None of the responsibilities of normal life - yes, very much my thing, and just as congruent to my values today as when I first read the Tom Wolfe book around 30 years ago.
I suspect Linda hated it
Monday, 5 December 2011
Saturday she has a 3 or 4 hour appointment at a hairdressers in Abingdon and succeeds in persuading me to contribute. And our meal that night is a 3-course extravaganza - scallops and prawns in a cream and paprika source, followed by fillet steak with a port and red wine jus, and a surprise for dessert - strawberry knickerbocker glory in the style of the pub we like near her flat in London that no longer does them. All accompanied by our last bottle of Lagrazette Cahor red wine.
Sunday is Browns in Oxford for lunch prior to her journey home. Total cost for the weekend - something like £250 to £300.
Friday, 2 December 2011
So my current plan for the trading is that we will trade as we are now till the new year, then increase leverage by 50% by end of Feb, then assess again.
Yet I do have one other research project that I would like to look at! Most market traders use data that is structured in a way that is a factor of one hour - that, afterall, is why an hour is split into 60 minutes, as 60 factors by 2,3,4,5,6,10, 12, 15, 20 and 30. But most of these time periods results in trading decisions being based on the data at the hour or half hour mark. My thought is that it might be better to be on a time stamp that is not one of these times. For instance, a 29 minute period would hardly ever line up with the other time stamps. If we traded our two markets with different, "unusual" time stamps, it would also be easier to do the trading as well as only one market would require calculations at a time. It might even be possible to trade several different programmes in each market if they were all on different time stamps.
But our charting package doesn't allow back testing of this idea so I am having to look at it in real time. Early data is quite promising, (as it so often is) but it will be several weeks before I have any real results.
Friday, 25 November 2011
The Bund Dec 2011 contract - could this produce another huge jump in our Sharpe Ratio?
Thursday, 24 November 2011
And in the last couple of days, two videos have appeared on Youtube which were clearly taken by him. I have to say, they are extremely good. I have a programme called "youtube downloader" so I can copy videos to my PC and have really enjoyed the 30 minutes he has made available so far. Hope the rest of the shows eventually appears.
Part 1 - the first 30 minutes
Part 2 - Pink Lady Lemonade
I am standing about 5 yards to the tapers left, directly in front of the ultra-cool guitar-synth player.
Once again, a truly amazing artist. Similar in some ways to the Hildur Gudnadottir music that I have been listening to for the past month or so, but this time a guitar plus effects, rather than a cello. But the overall sound is very similar - lo-fi, sludgy noise, etc. I am completely captivated by it.
Lots of live clips on Youtube - I am really taken by one clip called "Grouper - Untitled (live in Seoul)"
Liz Harris as Grouper - amazing music
Tuesday, 22 November 2011
Next up will be a new book - Emanual Derman's Models Behaving Badly. I am actually really excited about this book, only recently bought and due to arrive tomorrow.
Then other books lurking on the horizon include re-reading Taleb's Fooled by Randomness and (possibly) The Black Swan. Then also re-reading Narang's Inside the Black Box.
Finally I need to look again at the various articles I have on the Kelly Criterion. I am slowly building a position sizing model which incorporates a projection model for the next two years. If we carry on as we have been doing, we will be very happy with the result!!
But half an hour or so later, things have taken a marked change. The pain level is excruciating, maybe a 6-7. Indeed I can't remember the last time I had such a pain. Then, in the space of 5 minutes, it disappears completely.
I am reminded of a former work colleague from years ago, who had a similar experience at work one time, also over in 3-45 mins. A quick look on Wikipedia suggests that a kidney stone would be the perfect explanation for location, intensity and duration.
The pain is gone completely now and I am not sure what I should do next. In the short term, I am following some advice on the website and am drinking more - with bitter lemon replacing coke. Perhaps if it happens again I will consider seeing the doctor - which would be my first trip to our doctor in 15 years.
Friday, 18 November 2011
I have now had a chance to hear it through twice and it is a quite extraordinary record. But if you were to write down what it is about, as if you were pitching an idea to a record company, it would sound totally absurd. That is the genius of Kate Bush - to take these ideas and turn them into something astonishing. And astonishing is definitely the word for it.
I suspect I will be listening to this record repeatedly over the coming weeks (along side the Acid Mothers Temple, of course!)
Is this the cd cover? Not sure yet
Thursday, 17 November 2011
When I arrived, the band were actually all sitting at the back of the room upstairs at a small merchandising table, signing copies of their latest CD, The Ripper at the heavens Gates of Dark. What an off bunch they are. You don't really think of their being Japanese hippies in their fifties, but there most definitely are!
They set up their equipment themselves on a tiny stage about the same size as the one in our village hall, then it is off into two hours of psychedelic guitar freakery. Perhaps surprisingly, they play two tracks I know - La Novia and Lady Pink lemonade. Stependous stuff all round and well appreciated by the 400 or so people there.
A guy to my right was videoing or recording the show. I shall be on various download websites in the next week or two to see if I can find this.
How the Acid Mothers Temple appeared when I first came across them - a huge hippie tribe!
Wednesday, 16 November 2011
Pentangle - an early picture and a recent one from a show in london a year or two ago
Monday, 14 November 2011
In the meantime, I have been thinking about one category of trades that we always seem to come back to - what we refer to as "Taleb trades", trades deliberately set up with the aim of "bleeding" a small amount each day in return for an occasional huge win. This has lead me back to the VIX, the S&P Volatility Index, or the "Fear Index" as it is often referred as in the recent Robert Harris book
When the VIX is examined intra-day, it is a pretty unusual market. A typical current reading is around the 30 level, but a typical day's range can be 6-8 full points, or about 25% of the value of the index. And it has large discontinuities between the close of one day and the open of the next. My first look at trading this was based on applying out intra-day systems to daily VIX data. This was hugely profitable over the period initially tested - Oct 15 to Nov 5 - making around 1500 pts or over 50% unleveraged. However it was also hugely volatile. A whipsaw could cost 400 pts. You could be long at the close and the next day the market could open up 500 or down 500. So the mark to market was very volatile.
So despite a return of 50% in three weeks, the Sharpe ratio is only about 4.0, which is low compared to our current trading. I did try considering just the long trades, but while that did improve the Sharpe ratio a little, it was still not good enough. Maybe I will be led back to intra-day trading?
Finally, short term trading of the VIX is not really a "Taleb trade" at all. Maybe we should be looking at VIX options, maybe buying 30 calls whenever the VIX falls below 25, or buying the future when it is below 25 and selling it when it goes above 35.
I have also found my copy of Cope's equivalent book, Japrocksampler. A current version of this might cover my favourite band, Boris, but the book actually focuses on earlier bands I've never heard of. But this is always the problem - reading Wire, or books like Cope's just set me off again on a wild chase for obscure music.
And that reminds me, I was much surprised to discover that Japanese Psychedelic band, The Acid Mothers Temple, are playing in Oxford this week. I have acquired a ticket and will be among the chosen few at the tiny Jerico Tavern on Wednesday. The current tour has been featuring the epic 30 minute freak out that is Pink Lady Lemonade - hope that play that one when I see them.
Amon Duul II Cds
She has a lie in on Saturday till mid morning and then it is off to Oxford for brunch at the French cafe and an afternoon's shopping with Linda. I had originally intended to stay in with them for the afternoon, but they seemed keen to come home together on the bus. Sure enough, they are loaded down with stuff when I meet them off the bus later.
Our evening is focused around me cooking a nice meal - salmon and prawns in a cream and paprika sauce for starter, followed by a dish I have done for years - fillet steak with a cream, onion, mushroom and whiskey sauce. We sit out in the sun room which is nice. Afterwards, we watch Unstoppable, eat Ben and Jerry's Phish food with added malteasers, and generally have a very nice evening.
Sunday is a father-daughter trip to Oxford for lunch together and an hour looking at books in Blackwells.
But I am noticing again that the two of us have moved a long way apart over the past few years. Things we would have talked about in detail in the past are now dismissed as uninteresting. So much of our relationship in the past was taken up with academic issues, that post-Cambridge, we have struggled a bit to re-define our relationship. By contrast, Linda and Emma are much closer now they don't live together and the issues that Emma faces are more likely to be ones that Linda can best address.
I note also that Emma's holiday planning for next year already includes about a week away with Linda, while talk of she and I doing something together has dropped away. As before, I am left with a rather melancholic feeling from the weekend.
Tuesday, 8 November 2011
I finished my training contract in Oct 1987 and immediately set about trying to get a job in the Square Mile. I was interviewed a number of times at BZW, the trading part of Barclays, for a job on the futures and options desk. I would have been hopeless at that. As it was, my last interview, when I was supposed to be offered my contract was on the Monday of the Stock market crash and recruitment had been frozen, pending the dust settling. So I didn't get that job.
Some months later I was interviewed at Morgan Stanley for a job on their swaps desk, but I seemed keener to talk about the trading than perhaps they wanted - the position was an accountancy one. But the trading bug had taken hold and of course that is what I do now.
Into 1988 and the appearance in one of the bookshops I used to frequent that had a big investment section of Nancy Goldstone's Trading Up, her account of her rapid rise to head of options trading at a major US bank, despite knowing little or nothing about options. I had helped a partner write our firm's guide to auditing currency options and knew far more about them than she did. Yet here she was, head of options trading at 27. The book is wonderful, I have read it four times, and in the immediate aftermath of the completion of the big data bash, I have decided to read it again. I expect it to be great fun
A year or so ago I bought a book about the adventures of a couple of book collectors, and was surprised to discover that it was written by the same Nancy Golstone. And that book was pretty good too.
Monday, 7 November 2011
Kaye was born in Dresden in 1885 and emigrated to the USA where he worked as an engineer. Late in life, during the Cold War, he returned to East Germany. He apparently sold just two paintings in his life and his art was focused on the subject of money.
I am rather taken with this work
The trading systems are too complex to programme into a standard testing package and so each day has to be processed manually. It takes me about 20 minutes to process one day for one market and I have been able to process about 5 days per day for each market we have been looking at. But there have also been many diversions, off into other systems, or other models, where we seemed to have seen something of interest only to have the effect disappear as we process more days of data.
In the past week I have been finally coming to the end of this process. On Monday I still had 56 day to go, by Wednesday it was down to 27, then to 15 by Friday and then at around 10:00 on Sunday morning the last day was done - August 15th 2011, joining the old data from the blind test to the data we have processed in real time. Yet from this process has come the broad family of systems which we will use going forward. No longer will I get a message asking me something like "have we looked at what happends when . . . . .". Instead the focus is on the actually process of complying with the exact models. No more data bashing . . . .
I suspect that last statement will be wrong, but at least i am sure that the issues will be quite small ones to look at - for instance, our methodology for taking our first trades of the day needs looking at in more detail. And so it will go on . . .
But the broad thrust is now done. I am almost overcome with joy!
The last day processed - August 15th 2011
First up, Joe Ambrose's Gimme Danger: The Story of Iggy Pop. The early account of the Stooges and the Bowie years in the 1970s were the best sections of this, but then the story is at its best then as well. He was surprisingly positive about many of Iggy's rather poor 1980s albums (Party may be one of the worst albums ever made by any one), even Avenue B, which sold only 30,000 copies but which I rather like. The book finishes with the early Stooges reunion prior to Ron Asheton's recent death and so doesn't cover the James Williamson Stooges that we saw In Carcassonne. Ambrose is also not above making the odd snide comment about Iggy, which seems well deserved.
One of the sexiest tv characters ever in my view!
More seriously, I have ploughed through Anthony Beevor's Berlin - his account of the Red Army's attack on the city at the end of WWII. I read his book on Stalingrad a few years back and have been slowly re-watching the tv series The World at War, so this has fitted in with a general theme of the last couple of months. I didn't know much about this aspect of the war until now
Les serious is Pamela Des Barres' Let's spend the night together and Chelsea Handler's My Horizontal Life, neither of which are great works but have provided a certain light-heartedness after a long day of work, when I haven't fancied anything else. Groupies have not figured much in my career, it must be said.
Then onto Grace Lee Whitney's The Longest Trek: my tour of the Galaxy. What is there not to like about this? She was the first girl I ever had a real crush on and Yeoman Rand remains one of the great Star Trek characters.
And my current reading? Beevor's Stalingrad.
Then we would have the traditional Sunday roast. Then, in the early afternoon, I would watch The World at War and the ITV football highlights.
I now realise what an amazing programme The World at War was, but at the time no doubt I just thought it was a standard show. It was the first programme were I ever saw a real dead person. I remember the dramatic films of German warplanes bombing - especially the Stukas with their sirens. But mainly, I remember the shows title and end sequence. the opening sequence with the flames and the dramatic music and the high contrast photographs which would seem to burn away. And the little boy in the sequence who looked a lot like my brother, Christopher, who had died a little while before.
I am currently re-watching the entire series, three or four episodes a week and have so far reached about episode 15, Home Fires (Britain 1940-1944). And just a few episodes away is episode 20, Genocide (1941-1945), one of the most amazing things I have ever seen on tv. Aged 11 or so, I had little idea about these events, but that episode has stuck in my mind ever since. How will it be, seeing it again after more than 30 years?
Thursday, 3 November 2011
But the reason why this isn't allowed is entirely sound and is based on the fact that people are unable to distinguish between two, very-different conditional probabilities, and tend to believe the wrong one of the two when they do see them both. Actually, the fact that he had seen such website has very little effect on whether he is guilty or not.
Suppose there are 20m adult males in the UK, one of whom is her killer and suppose that 100,000 have seen the websites in question. Then suppose that there are, out of the 20m adult males, 100 potential psychopaths who might be actually willing to kill someone and that 80 of these have seen the website (a much higher proportion than of the general population because they have actively sought out such material). Then you can obtain the following conditional probabilities.
Firstly, the probability that you are a psychopath given that you have seen the website - in this case 80 / 100,000 or 1 in 12,500, 0.0008.
Secondly, the probability that you have seen the website given that you are a psychopath - in this case, 80 / 100 or "5 to 4 on", 0.8, 10,000 times the first probability.
The second probability is not relevant since you don't know that the accused is a psychopathic killer (you only know this when he is convicted - or when he confessed). And the first probability is too small to be relevant. In each case, the website evidence is not relevent.
The website in question was featured in Bizarre Magazine a year or two back and so it is not exactly secret, and quite a few of its scenes are available on the download site that I get stuff off. The few I have seen have been rather cleverly put together I thought. The girls are interviewed before the scene and their willingness to partake is clear cut. Then they are interviewed afterwards as well and again it seems clearcut that they were quite happy with what has occured. Presumably these precautions are to ensure that it is clear that the scenes are consensual. Nontheless, the scenes are very rough it seemed to me.
Typical "before" and "after" pictures. What surprises me more than the contents of the website is that a very pretty 20 year old seems so keen to be featured on it.
Friday, 28 October 2011
Jerome and I were talking about this a few weeks ago. He had already seen the film, while I hadn't. As we talk about our trading business, Jerome continues to put the view that we are living in the final period of Western economic success. The contingent liabilities for health and pensions are too high, the level of debt in the economy is too high, everything is going to collapse. But luckily, before it does, Jerome and I will have made millions from our trading and we will settled somewhere else, enjoying the fruits of our labour. Jerome sees this as something like a secret lair that a James Bond / Austin Powers villain would have.
He could well be right
Basically no one comes out of the show well. The mortgage guy eventually loses his job, the family who buy their house then lose it and are back in a small flat at the end, the head trader is sacked and ultimately commits suicide.
Perhaps the only character to emerge unscathed is the dealer played by the rather gorgeous Rosamund Pike. She quits after her affair with the head trader seems to be leading nowhere, supposedly to write about her City experiences (there are a few such books - I rather liked Venetia Thompson's Gross Misconduct)
The underlying anti-materialism message was rather well done I thought, especially with the kids of the family who lose their house, who seem quite ok with it all, unlike the father who seems devastated by it all - to have dreams, to pursue them and them lose. Probably a very common story at the moment.
The rather gorgeous Rosamund Pike as a bank trader
Not sure I have seen William Hurt in a film since Altered States (one of our all-time favourite movies, and one we should see again as some point)
But I thought the real star waas Stanley Tucci, who plays the risk manager within the sub-prime trading area who initially suspects that all is beginning to go pear-shaped but is made redundant before he can pass on his fears. Tucci seems to play the role exactly as a Nassim Taleb character
I haven't seen Demi Moore in a film for years, but actually rather liked her portrayal of the Head of risk who is forced to carry the can for the problems. She only seems to feature in the news when there are stories about her relationship with the guy who is now in Two and a half Men. I think she remains rather gorgeous - as i get older, I am struck by how I now find older women more attractive. There is probably an evolutionary reason for that.
Thursday, 20 October 2011
Never has a band made a dafter decision than the founders of Sneaker Pimps did when they decided to sack Kelli Ali, the singer. True, she might not have been there from the start, but she was clearly a major feature of their sound (and look). The first album is stupendous, especially the cover version of the song Brit Ekland sang in The Wicker Man. I have one or two of her solo cds which I will have to dig out I reckon.
From the video to "Spin spin sugar"