Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Blogroll Amnesty Day

Today is "blogroll amnesty day" which you can read about in depth over at Jon Swift's blog.

It's the only holiday celebrated by the blogosphere and a great idea. I keep my blogroll tight because I like to visit the blogs on it at least a few times a week, but there are many more I would add if I had loads of time/space. Please take a moment to visit these great trading blogs.

(Except Richie's... I'm just throwing that up there because it was hijacked and I think it's hilarious.)

UPDATE: Unfortunately, someone got their blog back. Link removed.

TraderAM

Stock Rookie Goes Pro

Am I Bald?

Todd's Trade

Jules In Jumbles

Sage

Stock Hunter

Stock Picks

Market Monk

Bruce Kovner: Market Wizard

In the second chapter of Market Wizards, Schwager interviews Bruce Kovner, protege of Michael Marcus.

I liked this interview a lot, mostly because it really seemed that Kovner thought trading was a big game. As he explained:

The pleasure [of trading] is purely intellectual. For example, it is trying to figure out the problems the finance minister of New Zealand faces and how he may try to solve them... Here is a guy running this tiny country and he has a real set of problems. He has to figure how to cope with Australia, the U.S., and the labor unions that are driving him crazy. My job is to do the puzzle with him and figure out what he is going to decide, and what the consequences of his action will be that he or the market doesn't anticipate. That to me, in itself, is tremendous fun.
I can appreciate that. It's not that I wake up each morning thinking in these terms; obviously, Kovner is playing a different game. But what I found appealing was the idea that the markets can be figured out and that there is a human element behind them. When you stare at screens full of numbers all day, that's easily forgotten.

Actually trying to "figure out" the market as opposed to simply reacting to it, is relatively new to me. For much of my career I've been an intuitive trader; a sort of "drunken master," if you will. Developing a daily strategy has given me a new appreciation for trading. It has made it fun again. In this manner, I can relate to Kovner's feelings about it being a game.

Like Marcus, Kovner had an early taste of trading loss. However there was one big difference. Kovner didn't come in and lose a bunch of money like Marcus. Instead, he made a good amount, and gave back half. In the RO, a question that often comes up is, "Is it better to make money and lose it, or to never had made it at all?" Kovner's big giveback taught him the rather unpleasant lesson that he didn't understand the risk involved his trade. The realization that you can lose money in the market as easily as you can make it, was jarring for Kovner.

In discussing the influence that Marcus had on his trading, Kovner didn't talk about the technical aspects he had learned from Marcus, or even what markets they traded. Instead, he simply states that Marcus taught him that he "could make a million dollars." That kind of money was a reality for a good trader. This gave Kovner confidence. Working with the talented members in the RO, I learn this lesson almost every day. There is always someone out there killing it. Why can't it be you?

But, in one of my favorite ironies of trading, the sky is the limit, but only if you're humble and allow yourself to make mistakes. In Kovner's words... "You have to be willing to make mistakes regularly; there is nothing wrong with it. He [Marcus] taught me about making your best judgement, being wrong, making your next best judgement, being wrong, making your third best judgement, and then doubling your money." However, through the losses and the gains, it's important not to personalize your P&L. If you do, it will cripple your ability to trade.

Kovner says the best traders are "strong, independent and contrary to the extreme." He forgot one other thing... many of them like men... at least that's true of some of the best traders in the RO.

Kovner decides to "nerd up" the discussion on breakouts by throwing out the "Heisenberg Principle." It's cool, I already googled it. It states that if something is closely watched, it's going to be altered in the process. So, as it relates to breakouts, Kovner likes to see a stock break out for no apparent reason rather than break out because of a positive news article. This has been my experience as well... the best trades often have the fewest eyeballs watching them.

It's hard to find exact rules in the Market Wizards book. It's more a book of inspiration, a book that lets you know you "could make a million dollars." However, Kovner is very specific about his stop placement rules.

Given today's volatile markets, I found the following very pertinent:

It is better to allocate the predetermined maximum dollar risk in a trade to a smaller number of contracts, while using a wider stop. The is the exact reverse of the typical trader, who will try to limit the loss per contract, but trade as many contracts as possible-an approach which usually results in many good trades being stopped out before ht market moves in the anticipated direction. The moral is: Place your stops at a point that, if reached, will reasonable indicate that the trade is wrong,not at a point determined primarily by the maximum dollar amount you are willing to loser per contract. If the meaningful stop point implies an uncomfortably large loss per contract, trade a smaller number of contracts.
Good trading. Next Tuesday I'll discuss the trader Richard Dennis. Tomorrow, a history post.

Monday, February 2, 2009

ABBA, "Dancing Queen"

The RO Report, "RIP RO" Edition

I'm going surfing. Everyone is dead.

UPDATE: I honestly can't recall the last time I saw such a bloodbath. Now, we didn't have any one trader losing enormous size today... instead, it was like, decent losses across the board.

Widespread death. An epidemic of idiocy. The Great Depression has found its way to the RO.

It's late and I need to go eat dinner. I can't even offer much color other than the red. In fact, to mark this occasion... I'm changing the colors of this blog until the RO is no longer gay... and the song this evening will be purely horrid.

Out of 29 traders today, 3 were gross positive, or 10%. I think that's the lowest number ever. Also a sure record is the fact that NOT ONE trader made over $1,000 gross today while, get this, 19 LOST OVER $1,000 gross. Jawbreaker, perhaps this is the end afterall... I was #17 of 29. Smoked.

(One note of congrats to Trader $ and Trader X, both found their way to the RO through this blog and both avoided death...)

"Chambermaid" - Trader L, -$8,780 on 33,800 shares traded.

2. Trader F, -$8,351 on 37,200 shares traded.
3. Trader C, -$6,894 on 120k shares traded.
4. Trader V, -$6,390 on 69,800 shares traded.
5. Trader B, -$6,220 on 263k shares traded.

"Lucky Pierre" - Trader T, $668 on 6,100 shares traded.

2. Trader $, $136 on 11,400 shares traded.
3. Trader X, $129 on 7,800 shares traded.
4. Trader 9*, -$137 on 1,900 shares traded.
5. Trader 8, -$325 on 16,600 shares traded.




This Makes No Sense

I have two friends who are both trying to refinance their homes.

Their situations are drastically different. One couple is young, early 30s with a very high mortgage, close to $6,000 a month. It's some "exotic" loan. They tried to refinance and get a 30 year fixed, but were told they could not because they do not meet the income qualifications.

So, they got their first mortgage, which is just pure awful, and now they are attempting to refinance so they can lower their payments and stay in their home. But because they don't earn "enough" they cannot refinance and will probably lose their home.

A Catch 22, no?

The second situation involves my father in law. He is retired, and simply wants to reduce his mortgage payment. He is locked into a 30-year fixed already, but at over 6%. He tried to refinance when his bank was near 5%. This would have reduced his monthly payment by $300 or so. But, because he is retired and without an income, they won't let him. They told him that if he drew out of his 401k regularly, that they could count this as an income and give him the mortgage. But he doesn't need or want to draw from his 401k right now... he has the money just sitting there, but because he's not drawing on it, they won't give him the new mortgage.

Meanwhile, my high end real-estate friend tells me of people who owe a couple million on residences that aren't close to that value anymore and who are cutting deals with banks to lower their rate. Why? Because the banks don't want to foreclose on such ridiculously overvalued properties.

These banks need to burn.

A Trade In FAZ

I was going to start this post with a bold assertion along the lines of, "I milked this trade much like a perverted farmer might go at the teats on a cow."

However, you see that big run after 1pm? I totally missed that. It was a big miss, and I was humbled yet again by Mother Market.





Anyway, I caught the morning trade pretty damn good, so I'll talk about that.

It didn't start well. I woke up, wiped some sleep from my eyes and turned on my screens. FAZ was trading over $49 pre open. There was an HCPG level at $48. Not knowing about the market news that was to drop at 8:30 (Trader A would ask, "How come you never know what's going on?") I put in a bid at $48.10, hoping the $48 level would be support on a pullback.

At 8:30 when the news came out, my limit was hit and the stock immediately plummeted 4 points from my entry. How's that for a nice welcome to the trading day? It seemed bad, but in a way, it alerted me to the fact that FAZ had some good support at $44, or at least recent congestion. So I added to the position at good levels and by the time the open rolled around, I was basically back to flat on the day with only 100 shares remaining.

FAZ opened for regular trade and pushed higher before pulling back down toward the $44 level, where I added a couple hundred more shares at around 9:40.

Why was I added to this position? I had 3 reasons. First, I felt I was adding in a fairly safe area due to the recent congestion around the $44 level. Second, the HCPG level up at $48 was close enough (and I was bearish enough) that I felt it might act as a magnet. Third, and this is what really caused me to stay with this trade was the fact that on a 60-min graph, the downtrend line aligned nearly perfectly with $48.

So I felt there was a double magnet pulling the stock higher, and decent enough support just below my entry.

I'm not going to bore you with all the entry and exit details, but that was my thinking for the trade. Miraculously, it worked out according to plan and I did a solid job of exiting. I purchased again when it pulled back to the $48 level and made another nice, though smaller, trade.

I felt great.

Of course, then I moved the solid move in the afternoon, barely, and nearly lost my mind. But that's trading for you... you're a genius one moment, and a complete idiot the next. At least that's how it is for me.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Sunday Space

"One cannot seek other shores without consenting to lose sight of land for a very long time."

-Andre Gide


Big War - John Allingham & Ann Tiley

NOTE: I'm updating my blog a bit, creating an archive of some of my favorite posts and others I deem "important." This will take weeks to complete probably...

Saturday, January 31, 2009

What You Missed

A lot transpired here this past week so I've decided to wrap it all up for you in a sort of sick, self-linking sort of way. Take THAT stock-blogosphere!

Okay, first of all, since ostensibly, this is a stock blog (har! har!) I discussed a good trade I made in FAS. Then, as fate (and irony) would have it, I "chambermaided" myself the next day, mostly due to a bad trade in FAS.

But I moved on, and in the first installment of the Dinosaur Trader book club, I offered some thoughts I had on Michael Marcus, the famed futures trader. Then, out of nowhere, I got a bit creative on your ass and shared a bit of my history with you. Knowing that you hate it when I get all serious, the next day I tried to be funny. Finally, I give back to the Internets with a big linklove post.

Now I ask you, where else do you get such non-stop quality? I hope to provide you with more original content next week. And look, if you enjoy it here, please, tell your friends about this blog... I can't take "the Fly" calling me a "third-tier blogger" for too much longer. Thank you... that is all.

Friday, January 30, 2009

The Wrens, "She Sends Kisses"

The RO Report, "FUCK CNBC" Edition

As "the Fly" discussed last night, CNBC is not only not good at educating the average Joe about finances, it's very good at fucking up professionals.

This whole Leisman/Gasparino good bank/bad bank crap is pure idiocy that does nothing more than cause irrational moves in the market. They are airing out rumors... nothing more. It's problematic and needs to be stopped.

I have mentioned in a couple of places now the idea of a stock blogosphere-wide call for a CNBC boycott. There are other places to get news. Unfortunately, often, they are merely repeating the crap reported on CNBC, which creates this awful echochamber effect. Anyway, stay tuned.

The RO had an excellent day. I'm in a rush, so here's the numbers... I was #7. Oh, and one blog note, I'm going to have a brief review of the blog week here tomorrow... a self-referential link love fest of sorts...

Oh, and one more note... if you have a Digg account (simple to set up lazy-ass) I'd love if you could Digg this post. It helps me build readership. Thanks.

"Lucky Pierre" - Trader C, $9,772 on 260k shares traded.

2. Trader P, $6,557 on 195k shares traded.
3. Trader A, $4,818 on 160k shares traded.
4. Trader Z, $4,137 on 139k shares traded.
5. Trader B, $4,134 on 513k shares traded.

"Chambermaid" - Trader H*, -$3,699 on 19,400 shares traded.

2. Trader D, -$2,404 on 122k shares traded.
3. Trader 6*, -$2,024 on 0 shares traded.
4. Trader 9*, -$1,059 on 4,200 shares traded.
5. Trader 10*, -$589 on 200 shares traded.




The Week In Review

You know I'm a big media critic. And I hate CNBC... so does "the Fly." And he's dead on in this one.



Speaking of the media, there are an awful lot of goldbugs showing up on CNBC lately. Meanwhile, Complacent Panda says they're silly... take THAT goldbugs!

For all you dorks and Trader P.

Stories don't get much sadder than this.

Jamie found an interesting article on proprietary traders.

Were the ants gone before they filled it with concrete? Amazing. Nature holds all the answers, I'm sure of it.

Not sure what I hate more... dogs, or their stupid owners...

Why? Because dogs are ruthless killers... check those thumbnails.

Citigroup returns new $50 million jet. Here's a funny take.

RIP John Updike.

A walrus masturbating... no really... depending on your boss's sense of humor, probably NSFW.

The most delicious meal ever? Not sure what PETA would think...

Speaking of PETA, they finally get it. Sex sells. But does it sell vegetarianism? Apparently not on the Superbowl, since this ad was banned. Can someone explain how this shit gets banned yet you can sell all the beer you want with sex?

More irony.

Is credit weakness spreading to jumbo loans now?

Anyway, can I get a bailout?

Okay, forget the bailout... I just want a clean beach.

Obama's STFU face.

Enjoy your weekend and thanks for reading this week. I will post a brief review this weekend.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Beulah, "Landslide Baby"

The RO Report, "The Trend Is Your Friend" Edition

It's so gay and lame to say, but completely true.

The trend really is your friend. It's the annoying friend who sometimes you try to shake. And sometimes, the trend calls and you don't pick up the phone, but he is your friend nonetheless.

Occasionally, you'll think, "Fuck this trend, what about yesterday's trend?" but that is silly. Yesterday's trend doesn't matter anymore. Yesterday the trend was up. No one cares about yesterday's trend anymore.

In fact, if you took yesterday's trend, and placed it in the scale of a longer period trend, you would see we're still trending down. The trend is down. The trend is always down.

The price is wrong, bitch, and don't you forget it.

Anyway, I'm hammering this home to help cure myself of my "asshole dip buyer" tendencies.

The RO did pretty well today. Out of 31 traders, 20 were gross positive or 65%. 9 traders made over $1,000 gross and 6 lost over $1,000 gross. I was #10 of 30. Still clawing my way back from my loss the other day.

Some nice change in the boss list today...

"Lucky Pierre" - Trader D, $5,272 on 155k shares traded.

2. Trader P, $5,088 on 143k shares traded.
3. Trader N, $4,313 on 102k shares traded.
4. Trader V, $3,848 on 60,450 shares traded.
5. Trader E, $3,558 on 105k shares traded.

"Chambermaid" - Trader 9*, -$2,456 on 3,300 shares traded.

2. Trader 6*, -$2,377 on 400 shares traded.
3. Trader C, -$1,803 on 234k shares traded.
4. Trader B, -$1,485 on 228k shares traded.
5. Trader G, -$1,056 on 113k shares traded.


Heatmap reversal from yesterday...



There's No Place Like Home

Judy teaches yoga. She's a great person, full of positivity and love.

On the other hand, I hate people.

Anyway, one night after dinner while we were preparing our daughter's, okay wait... who am I kidding, while SHE was preparing our daughter's lunch for school, it became clear that her new "Wizard of Oz" lunchbox had disappeared. A crisis involving thrown carrots, peas, and feline abuse ensued. The good news was that Judy quickly remembered where she last saw it, at the yoga studio. The cats were spared.

Since I had been locked inside the house all day, I volunteered to go down to the studio when the last class of the day ended, at 7pm.

"Who's teaching?" I asked.

"Belinda," said Judy with a little smile.

Belinda, you see, is hotter than tabasco sauce on a camel and Judy likes to poke fun at me since she knows I think she's hawt. She only gets away with this because she knows that Belinda wouldn't take a second glance at me even if I was, say, the only heterosexual man at a gay parade. Does that make sense? No bother...

Whatever, I thought... Belinda is going to notice me, I'll show Judy!

And so I drove down to the studio, the whole way playing out the scenario in my head.

I'd walk in all casual and say, "Oh, hey Belinda, how'd class go?"

Chances are she'd look confused and ask me who I was.

"Oh yeah, you don't remember me? DT? Judy's husband?"

She would say she didn't remember meeting me and take a step or two back.

"Bah!" I'd say, waving a hand at her, "We've met before, like 7 times!"

No, she'd say... we'd never met. She slowly start to reach for the phone receiver, most likely to call the cops.

"Right..." I'd continue with a knowing wink. "Anyway, you see a Wizard of OZ lunchbox laying around?"

Not exactly porn material, but I was praying that she had a thing for the "caring Dad" type, so I'd play that up... "Yeah, my daughter was just all broken up about it, but I told her, 'Don't worry honey, Daddy will find your lunchbox!'"

That'd get her. Fast forward to a little "downward dog" action and I'd be in.

Anyway, so here's what really happened...

I drove the 5 minutes into town while blasting the Animal Collective song "Hey Light." It was pouring rain. I highly suggest purchasing that song and driving through the rain in the dark while it's playing at an obscenely loud level.

So I arrived at the studio just as class was ending. It smelled of Nag Champra and was about 99 degrees. Candlelight filled the room and everyone was glowing orange and completely blissed out. I, on the other hand, was newspaper-colored and freezing cold. The positive energy crowd parted like the red sea as I entered the studio.

Now, a note about my personal appearance. I have a large unruly beard. I'm a winter surfer in a region of the world where the water temperature drops into the 30s... every hair helps, believe me. Also, I don't leave my house for days on end... why shave? I hate to shave!

So picture the scene. Me, wet, grey and hairy,entering this blissy room all orange and yellow with "good vibe" and "positive energy."

Through the dudes who looked like Jesus and the girls who looked like flowers, I spotted the lunchbox. My daughter had placed it under what passed as a "desk."

I bent down to pick it up.

Now, at this point, I kind of lost track of time. As I reached down for the box I noticed, there, under the desk, the exposed legs of Belinda. My GOD they were beautiful; glistening and dewey with sweat. The smell... it was something like the best parts of the earth... I must have gone into some sort of trance. Later I would blame the heat, but really, it was the legs... the naked, perfect legs of Belinda.

After some time, 20 seconds? 2 minutes? I really couldn't say, I stood up, Wizard of Oz lunchbox in hand. The positve energy people were staring at me... In fact, they had sort of closed me in. What was UP with these people? FUCK! It was orange and hot in this place. And quiet. Were these people humming? I was all disoriented. It suddenly seemed to get very quiet...

Belinda's boyfriend, a nationally-known weight lifter and ultimate fighter dude, was staring at me.

This was it... the end for me.

"Hey dude," he said gesturing under the desk, "Nice view?" He looked down at my Dorothy lunchbox, smirked, and shook his head in disgust, or perhaps disbelief.

Now, I could either play stupid, or be straight up about the situation. I decided to play it straight up.

"Man," I began, "you're a lucky guy." His face tightened. "Good thing for you I like men, eh?" I said, winking at him. At this point I held up the Dorothy lunchbox somewhat emphatically. I figured if he made a move for me, I could smash it across his face.

But he didn't. My act had thrown him off his game and I made for the exit, positive energy crew parting once more like the red sea.

DT. Wins. Again.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Smog, "Teenage Spaceship"

The RO Report, "Faceroll" Edition

Trader P introduced me to a wonderful new term yesterday and luckily I didn't have to wait too long to use it. I mean, it has something to do with a game called World Of Warcraft, but I'm using it as a synonym for "easy" as in, "trading was so easy today, all you had to do was roll your face across the keyboard to make money."

Of course, that's a lie.

The RO did well today, but it wasn't that easy. In fact, the afternoon long trade was very difficult. I actually bailed at the very lows of the move and had to buy back much higher. Not easy.

Anyway, today was a pretty solid day, despite the FED. FED days almost always suck. It's just one of trading's truisms, so it's nice to see the good numbers. Out of 30 traders today, 22 were gross positive, or 73%. 14 traders made over $1,000 gross, and 1 lost over $1,000 gross. I was #10 of 30.

One note, Trader $ is a new trader to our office. I've decided to stop counting higher with the trader names, (as in Trader 13, Trader 14, etc.) and now I'll go to symbols. Unfortunately, today his symbol is somewhat ironic, given his manservitude, but he'll be okay.

Be sure to check in tomorrow. I'm coming out of the closet, here on the blog.

"Lucky Pierre" - Trader C, $14,736 on 382k shares traded.

2. Trader Z,
$11,268 on 340k shares traded.
3. Trader H*,
$10,187 on 17,500 shares traded.
4. Trader A, $6,730 on 626k shares traded.
5. Trader N,
$4,763 on 82,200 shares traded.

"Chambermaid" - Trader D, -$2,221 on 55,400 shares traded.


2. Trader I,
-$737 on 16,000 shares traded.
3. Trader M*,
-$544 on 0 shares traded.
4. Trader $,
-$537 on 18,600 shares traded.
5. Trader 3,
-$447 on 19,762 shares traded.




Team Israel And The Perma-Plebes

The monitors were stacked in a "U" formation; 4 across the bottom, and then 2 high on either side. It was a fortress, a kingdom, and Mr. Green, the little Jewish man staring into them, was the king.

The dull light emanating from them turned his skin a bluish color and reflected off his crisp white shirt. On either side of him were younger men with similar, yet smaller monitor displays; his sons. Together, they ran what came to be known as "Team Israel." Word was that you had to be Jewish to work for these guys, and word was that they were all very good traders.

"Team Israel" sat across from our "team," a ragtag collection of potheads, ex-convicts, foreigners and Ivy Leaguers.

Now, when I used to hear the term "trading desk," romantic visions entered my mind. I pictured oriental rugs underfoot and monitor displays supported by hundreds of pounds of rainforest-harvested lumber. Indeed, I pictured a grand desk, from which well thought-out ideas involving large sums of money were put to test in the marketplace.

I was quickly disabused of this notion by Anvil.

Instead, both Albert and Mr. Green sat in the middle of long makeshift desks that consisted of about 20 pale-grey folding tables placed end to end. Extending to the left and right of each of them were 8 traders. So between the two teams, there were about 34 traders; 17 on one side staring across at the 17 on the other side.

The only thing separating us, besides religion, was the wall of monitors.

The largest monitor formations were found in the middle of the desk, by Albert and Mr. Green. As the profitability and skill of the trader tapered off, so too did the monitor displays. So the best traders were all clustered together at the center of the "desk," while the plebes at the end of the desk, with their two 18-inch monitors, were left to marvel at the circuitry in the middle.

The plebes, over in their shanty-towns, would joke amongst themselves about buying 10,000 shares of Vodaphone. They'd say, "Man, I had 400 shares of IBM and was stopped out a penny below the low point of that move, just before it ripped 9 fucking points." Plebes were often heard complaining about the trading software, or about their commission rates.

Their position sizes were strictly limited... indeed, holding 200 shares of a stock was enough to make many of the "perma-plebes" panic. But still, they'd imagine themselves one day behind a wall of monitors, sitting near the center, glibly glancing over at their personal Bloomberg Terminal while off-handedly discussing the losing positions in their long term accounts.

To make the jump from being a "perma-plebe" to a "trading king" was difficult, if not impossible, because it not only meant having to transform one's personality, it also meant a king would have to fall to free up some space in the center. No, it was much more likely that a plebe would slide off the end of the desk and go back to his bullshit job recommending mutual funds to under-informed retirees.

He'd show up again one day to visit the desk during his half-hour lunchbreak, extolling the virtues of a steady paycheck...

Anyway, desk space was at a total premium. The monitors were so tightly packed that if somehow the dude next to you haggled or traded his way to an extra monitor upgrade, you were screwed. Your space, already tight and infringed upon, was now very infringed upon. Personal items were lost forever amidst the tangle of wires that ran under the tables. A rumor that was often discussed and never dismissed as a total falsehood, was that Mr. Green had lost a single Armani shoe to the unforgiving cables.

You see, for a trader, screen real estate is very important. The more you can fit onto your screens, the more you can conceivably watch. The more you can watch, the more opportunities you can find. The more opportunities you can find and exploit, the more money you can make.

Anyway, viewing the disparity in the monitor setups was my first indication that I had to negotiate not only for my commission rates, but also for how many monitors I would get and what software services I could use.

I shuffled in and found my seat at the end of the desk, next to a man who was sitting at the edge of his seat and speaking to his monitors in some forgotten Eastern European language. He seemed to be threatening his monitors, under his breath.

The market wasn't even open yet.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Squeeze, "Another Nail For My Heart"

Haven't gone to the 80s in awhile.

The RO Report, "Metaphor" Edition

Today, the market was many things. And it caused a few of us to search for metaphors, to explain it all...

One might say, for example, that the market was like a dog tied to a stake in a backyard. That was mine...

"Trader MV," not a member of the RO, but someone I speak with each day offered the following... "The market was like a patient etherized upon a table; heavy, lifeless and hard to move." Not bad.

Another trader who shall remain unidentified (you'll soon realize why) opined that the market was "like an alright chick u bring home who's pretty drunk and u know u can fuck her. but the second she steps in the door she vomits on ure new northface fleece that's sitting on ure dining room table. and then ure like, 'i wonder if i can still fuck her.'" Questionable, indeed.

Perhaps the market was like a mouse, spinning endlessly on it's little mousewheel. Trying to run as fast as it can, and getting nowhere fast. That was Trader A's neat metaphor. A little gay, but harmless enough.

And finally, I'll leave you with a metaphor from one of our Manservants... Trader E, who said that the market was like "a cock to the face."

In other words, today sucked. Now, for the numbers...

Out of 29 traders today, 17 were gross positive, or 62%. 3 traders made over $1,000 gross and 6 traders lost over $1,000 gross. A mess. I was #9 of 29. I'm happy to be green.

History post dropping tomorrow.

"Lucky Pierre" - Trader H*, $3,626 on 17,800 shares traded.

2. Trader Z, $2,304 on 45,060 shares traded.
3. Trader B, $2,290 on 162k shares traded.
4. Trader I, $884 on 30,200 shares traded.
5. Trader 7, $696 on 10,000 shares traded.

"Chambermaid" - Trader N, -$2,874 on 84,800 shares traded.

2. Trader V, -$2,366 on 53,400 shares traded.
3. Trader F, -$2,127 on 33,000 shares traded.
4. Trader 10*, -$1,482 on 0 shares traded.
5. Trader E, -$1,200 on 19,800 shares traded.




Brian's take.

Michael Marcus: Market Wizard

So, this will be the first book club post... it's very sloppy, but I wanted to get it up anyway.


The book I'm currently reading is a trading classic, Market Wizards, and the first chapter discusses the futures trader Michael Marcus.

Now, you could argue that Market Wizards is a bit like watching 1970s porn. Why would you do it? People didn't "shave" back then for chrissakes and the sound editing was awful. But Michael Marcus wasn't a porn star and the market hasn't changed nearly as much as the porn industry has.

Anyway, I'm not going to summarize the chapter or anything, because that would be boring. Instead, I'll just point out the things I found interesting.

First of all, the dude lost consistently for the first couple of years.  I thought of Dr. Suess, sending his books out to like 60 publishers and getting rejected by them all before becoming a huge success.  

The moral is, if you love something, keep trying.  However, don't expect it to be easy. 

I mean, the guy lost a lot of money... money he borrowed from his Mom even. And things didn't really turn around for Mr. Marcus until the market hit a wild inflationary run in the mid 70s.  I thought that was interesting too... the market always has active periods.  Like, take September to December for example of 2008.  The RO cleaned up, made loot.  Periods like that are what you have to take advantage of.  There are lots of dry spells where you can lose your ass if you're not careful... a good trader needs to take advantage of opportunity when it is present.  And don't discount luck.

Marcus kept trying, took advantage of a good market, gained confidence, and became successful.

But he didn't do it all on his own.  He had a legendary trading mentor, Ed Seykota (Rudy, you still out there?) who helped him early on.  However, despite that, he said the following, which I agree with:

You also have to follow your own light.  Because I have so many friends who are talented traders, I often have to remind myself that if I try to trade their way, or on their ideas, I am going to lose.  Every trader has strengths and weaknesses.  Some are good holders of winners, but may hold their losers a little too long.  Others may cut their winners a little short, but are quick to take their losses.  As long as you stick to your own style, you get the good and the bad in your own approach.  When you try to incorporate someone else's style, you often wind up with the worst of both styles.  I've done that a lot.


He also claimed that trend following systems were "doomed to mediocrity."  He said this sometime in the 80s I guess.  Clearly, trend following systems haven't gone away.  I think the thing about this that I want to highlight is that the market changes less than our relation to it.

Another thing, and this I point out for my friends who have been successful, he mentions how he was an awful investor.  I can't tell you how many trading friends I've seen make a lot of money and then squander it on bad investments, including me.  Look, if you're a good trader and have made a lot of money, don't lose respect for that money.  Save it.  You'll need it someday.  Don't go investing in bullshit.

Now, it's not like you get many exact trading rules from Market Wizards.  It's really more a book about personalities and fun trading stories.  However, I did find one rule that you can take out of the Marcus interview.  It applies to all time frames and is especially important in our current market.

You absolutely want to put down a [short] bet when a market acts terribly relative to everything else.  When the news is wonderful and a market can't go up, then you want to be sure to be short.


Also, I thought the following was right on when asked about what makes a good trader...

His objectivity. A good trader can't be rigid. If you can find somebody who is really open to seeing anything, then you have found the raw ingredient of a good trader.


Finally, in a touch of psychology that Trader X and Attitude Trader would enjoy, Marcus claims that, "in the end, losing begets losing. When you start losing, it touches off negative elements in your psychology; it leads to pessimism."

So, this is why I like Market Wizards. I mean, Michael Marcus traded the commodity markets in the 1970s yet you can still find lots of wisdom in this interview that pertain to trading the stock market today. In fact, you can take this wisdom and apply it to any market you trade.

Next Tuesday, I'll "discuss" the Bruce Kovner interview.  Carry on.