Spooks?

Survivalblog has been offline for a few days now.  It's happened to Rawles' site before, but usually lasts only a day or so.

I'm not his biggest fan, for a number of reasons; but the site usually has some useful information to impart on a daily basis, and I do like his monetary views.

Rawles makes no attempt to hide his contempt for TPTB.

(Photo:  B.W. Carlisle)

'Ware

Keep an eye on things.  The Dollar Index and this week's price movement in Brent and WTI crude are of particular interest (the spread between Brent and WTI is narrowing considerably).  Instability in the Middle East is, again, a powerful variable. 

(Photo:  B.W. Carlisle)

Russia Today

I am still alive, and moreover have added a link to the Russian news site (Russia Today) to the right.

I left the link to increasingly useless, Qatari-owned Al Jazeera, as it can still be relied on to provide better news coverage than CNN.  Then again, so can jeditemplearchives.com, but...

Wassail, friends.  (I mean that.)

 

Photo:  B.W. Carlisle. (Montana, of course.)

Figuratively speaking, some days are so dark that it's difficult to see my hand in front of my face.  I'm sailing blind through a foggy night on rough waters.  One thing I do know on those days:  all that is important is to keep moving.  Whether through habit, or defiance, or just some remnant of momentum... keep moving.  Otherwise, one will never get anywhere.  At the very least, the rocks will decide things for you, if such is your fate. 

Best to meet Fate head-on.

 

New Additions

I added some links of varying importance to the Gable Grey.  They are mainly for my own use, but others may find them of at least passing interest.

Wassail, friends.  May your Autumn be a good one.

Ramble On

Farewell we call to hearth and hall!

Though wind may blow and rain may fall,

We must away ere break of day

Far over wood and mountain tall.

 

To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell

In glades beneath the misty fell,

Through moor and waste we ride in haste,

And whither then we cannot tell.

 

With foes ahead, behind us dread,

Beneath the sky shall be our bed,

Until at last our toil be passed,

Our journey done, our errand sped.

 

We must away!  We must away!

We ride before the break of day!

Dark Roads

Been a difficult year.  I've been neglecting The Gable Grey of late.  Can't be helped.  I don't know when I'll be back to posting on a more regular basis.  There has been and is still much to do.  My strength has been and is being tested like never before.  At some point I may find that strength wanting.  At that point I would take the Ship, and leave this place in more capable hands, or simply to the trees.  My heart is sick and weary of the burdens upon it.