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Wednesday, October 31st, 2007
9:47 pm	Econ Platinum is an indicator that appears to be a light grey, firm metal when in its pure form. It is wearable, corrosion-free, and cannot be tarnished, which is why it is often used to make jewelry. However,it has many other uses as well: tips of spark plugs, catalytic converters, and it is incorporated in an automobile's exhaust system. Like all metals, the value of platinum depends on hte availability, but it is usually a little less than double the price of gold. Platinum dates as far back as 1557 when Italian humanist Julius Caesar Scaliger made a reference to finding a precious, silver-like metal in the Central-American mines between Panama and Mexico. Up until now, it had been impossible to melt, according to the Spanish. Kind Phillip V appointed a ten year voyage to Peru, known as the French Geodesic Mission (1735 to 1745), which accompanied Antonio de Ulloa and Don Jorge Juan de Santacilia. The goal of the mission was to measure the circumference of the earth, and Ulloa observed the metal in Columbia and was forbidden to publish about it in 1748. It was not until the end of the 19th century that platinum had become a popular metal in the economy. Platinum, unlike other precious metals, is very hard to work with. It is so rare that it only had a 5 ppb occurence and change is hardly ever reported. Throughout time, it has been apparent that there is a direct correlation between precious metals and economic inflation. Just like in fashion, metals happen to come and go in trends as well. Because of this, platinum sales show a direct correlation between the production of platinum products and the sale of platinum products. If the production is greater than the demand, this indicates that the prices of platinum will deflate. If the production is equal to the demand, thiss indicates the price of platinum will be at a reasonable level. Lastly, if the production of platinum is less than the demand, then the price of platinum will increase. With this in mind, it can be concluded that the sell of platinum either indicates that platinum is either or popular or not popular; however, because of its color, rarity, and ability for it to absorb other colors and change is outward appearance so easily for the production of jewelry, platinum does always play a major role in the economy and is a very popular metal. At the moment, platinum is very popular, and is indicating that it is a playing a significant role in inflation. There are several private industries who release information on the price of platinum. Financial Sense is a great online resource, which tracks/monitors precious metals hourly. Many other private organizations are also listed on the site- including US Mint, COT Chart, Resource Investor, and Platinum Today. Information on precious metals is also tracked in select newspapers. While the U.S. currency dropped 13% so far in 2007, platinum climbed 27% (Financialsense). Conjuring up a prediction based on this information alone is simple. Precious metals traders can expect it to continue to rise. At the New York Mercantile Exchange, recorders predict the price per ounce, currently at $1,464.90, to head for a third straight weekly gain (Pavliva). CITATION Pavliva, Halia. "Platinum Rises to Record on Dollar's Slump; Palladium Climbs." Bloomberg. 26 October 2007. [Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<www.bloomberg.com/apps>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] Platinum is an indicator that appears to be a light grey, firm metal when in its pure form. It is wearable, corrosion-free, and cannot be tarnished, which is why it is often used to make jewelry. However,it has many other uses as well: tips of spark plugs, catalytic converters, and it is incorporated in an automobile's exhaust system. Like all metals, the value of platinum depends on hte availability, but it is usually a little less than double the price of gold. Platinum dates as far back as 1557 when Italian humanist Julius Caesar Scaliger made a reference to finding a precious, silver-like metal in the Central-American mines between Panama and Mexico. Up until now, it had been impossible to melt, according to the Spanish. Kind Phillip V appointed a ten year voyage to Peru, known as the French Geodesic Mission (1735 to 1745), which accompanied Antonio de Ulloa and Don Jorge Juan de Santacilia. The goal of the mission was to measure the circumference of the earth, and Ulloa observed the metal in Columbia and was forbidden to publish about it in 1748. It was not until the end of the 19th century that platinum had become a popular metal in the economy. Platinum, unlike other precious metals, is very hard to work with. It is so rare that it only had a 5 ppb occurence and change is hardly ever reported. Throughout time, it has been apparent that there is a direct correlation between precious metals and economic inflation. Just like in fashion, metals happen to come and go in trends as well. Because of this, platinum sales show a direct correlation between the production of platinum products and the sale of platinum products. If the production is greater than the demand, this indicates that the prices of platinum will deflate. If the production is equal to the demand, thiss indicates the price of platinum will be at a reasonable level. Lastly, if the production of platinum is less than the demand, then the price of platinum will increase. With this in mind, it can be concluded that the sell of platinum either indicates that platinum is either or popular or not popular; however, because of its color, rarity, and ability for it to absorb other colors and change is outward appearance so easily for the production of jewelry, platinum does always play a major role in the economy and is a very popular metal. At the moment, platinum is very popular, and is indicating that it is a playing a significant role in inflation. There are several private industries who release information on the price of platinum. Financial Sense is a great online resource, which tracks/monitors precious metals hourly. Many other private organizations are also listed on the site- including US Mint, COT Chart, Resource Investor, and Platinum Today. Information on precious metals is also tracked in select newspapers. While the U.S. currency dropped 13% so far in 2007, platinum climbed 27% (Financialsense). Conjuring up a prediction based on this information alone is simple. Precious metals traders can expect it to continue to rise. At the New York Mercantile Exchange, recorders predict the price per ounce, currently at $1,464.90, to head for a third straight weekly gain (Pavliva). CITATION Pavliva, Halia. "Platinum Rises to Record on Dollar's Slump; Palladium Climbs." Bloomberg. 26 October 2007. <www.bloomberg.com/apps>. 31 October 2007. Puplava, James. "Precious Metals." Financial Sense. <www.financialsense.com/metals>. 31 October 2007. (Comment on this)
Thursday, May 31st, 2007
7:43 pm	hi Rupert: What should we do? Jack: Well, we can't exactly cancel the concert. Rupert: And the Stones...what do they think we should do? Allen: They say that they really need this concert to happen. They say it's like a Woodstock that they can be a part of, or something. Rupert: But we scheduled the show for December 6th, that's two days from now. Jack: I guess we'll just have to cross our fingers the Altamont venue will work out. Allen: Security's gonna have to get all switched up, too. Rupert: The Grateful Dead sometimes uses Hell's Angels as security, we could do that. Allen: And how on earth are we supposed to hire hundreds of tough motorcyclists to keep watch over at least 100,000 fans? Rupert: We'll give 'em some clubs, tell 'em to cross their arms and look stern, look like they mean business. Jack: No problem. (Comment on this)
7:04 pm	hi December 6 1969 Being a part of the biggest rock band in the world is a scary thing. We played at Altamont tonight. Someone in our aud- ience was killed by our security. And there I was on stage, watching the entire nightmare enfold in front of me. What do you say to a crowd of drugged out, hysterical innocent people, after witnessing a killing? Your whole body just goes numb. And our security, the Hell's Angels, like trolls with their pool cues, just waiting for something to beat down. I respect them, fine, but for this to happen...for someone to be murdered during a Stones show, this is something I can't shake. I am sitting in my hotel room replaying that moment over and over in my head, but it's getting more grey every time. I don't want to make it real. And I'll feel guilty if I get even a wink of sleep. What I like about hotels, is that some rooms may sleep but the hallways never do, the veins are always pumping. They remind me of the stranger you meet long in between destinations that'll talk casually next to you on the airplane without asking for any- thing, not even a "see you later," but sure makes the ride a little more comforting. Like if the plane was crashing they'd nod and say "So it goes," and then get back to their crossword puzzle. My world is crashing tonight. I wish in this hotel someone would hum my headached head to sleep. -Mick (Comment on this)
7:00 pm	Let it bleed Let every last drop of inhumane, careless blood Drip into the gutter Abandon all hope of a safer, peaceful tomorrow Let it bleed Every last drop of hope Let it bleed. (Comment on this)
6:59 pm	Of course they're not the real Hell's Angels. All I saw; violence all the time. It was just completely barbaric. Make sure the grounds are barren, treeless, desolate. Ask the Hell's Angels to act as security guards. The product of a diabolical egotism. Hype, ineptitude, money. A lack of concern for humanity. A blueprint for disaster. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 6th, 2007
5:45 pm	Honeymoon on the thorn cross there are no candles in my church the altar, the front of the war. the rock blocking the light inside the cave i'll be released when i bleach my blacks and behave. i never believed in much of anything marking our calendars february 14th, making our marks february 15th. i sleep, safe and disillusioned inside my trojan horse. but the reds and golds replace the blue and the organs on the bedpost ring out hallejuah when i wake up next to you. (Comment on this)
Thursday, January 4th, 2007
4:05 pm	dreamed like we were things of the sky my name is caitlin and i want to believe in something anything. love, religion, that the clouds part from time to time, at this point, anything. but i refuse to wish for any of it, because if there is anything i've learned it's that nothing's every reciprocated fully back to you. just when you think you'll finally be compensated for showing your weakness or whatever, it all kind of fades away and leaves you standing alone: empty pockets, empty bottle, empty heart. that familiar sinking feeling the christmas tree in my living room is like a corpse, my mom forgets to turn the lights on now that christmas has come and gone, and so it kind of just stands stoic and proud next to the window, unaware of its uselessness. it reminds me of me when i still kinda had hope, when i still thought you'd leave the backdoor unlocked for me. it's funny, how you get fucked over for caring. its a pretty shitty paradox if you ask me... see, i used to believe in karma until i realized that the rich get richer while the poor get poorer, those that are completely undeserving of being loved walk inches above the ground while the unloved dig deeper holes for themselves to lie in. so i'll lean up against a wall and wait for something good to come, something tangible that i can maybe believe in, but i've learned not to get on my knees and beg for it. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 26th, 2006
1:04 am	Merry christmas, i could care less. eyes only. shatter me with them. i am 97 pounds of breakable glass. you can empty my insides too. finish that bottle you've got in your hand. i'll watch you sink it. merry christmas. and you think i don't notice these things. sunk. i walked through the door, fed you a "hi." cause i didn't know what the hell to do, you mumbled something about being fucked up. i think we were made for holiday blockbusters, or else why else would god allow us to have such heartwarming dialogue. drink away every thought of me. every last drop. you might want to chase it with someone else's lips and hands though, so long as your heart doesn't get caught up in it again. whatever you can do to get me out of your system the fastest, that'll do. and here i am, dragging you to the curb every goddamn night when i go to rest my head, (while someone else's head is resting on your hand), only to find you back on the doorstep of my mind when i wake. i wanted to believe you so bad. i wanted you to believe in me. i wanted to believe in the stupid things, the small moments or the little things you remembered. i wanted to believe things were going to turn out right. that it'd be different this time. mostly i wanted you, that's all. and to you, you see my eyes and it's lights out, vacant. to you i am already gone. (little do you know i'm still awake turning this over in my head.) but you're gone too. and you have strayed far past the blues of my eyes. checked out long ago. already driving through greens or hazels by now. what's the difference anyway. whether you're dreaming about blue or brown it's not like you'd ever say a word to me again. it's what breaks me worst- how you could be drunk with indifference and here i am, sober with remorse. and god, the way you looked at me. no words. just eyes. merry christmas. i'll remember this years for sure- locked away in this dirty room, still in my coat, counting the ways i hate you, and want you. the two are kind of linear. if you want to know the truth, i played tonight out in my head over and over, readying myself. none of the tapes turned out this way: me standing alone and you drunk as hell, kicking the wall after looking me straight in the eye (did you honestly think i'd look away?). and then it was over. then i left. merry christmas. (Comment on this)
Thursday, December 21st, 2006
11:50 pm	There is grace in waving white flags and wearing white dresses. A letter to myself one-two years ago. idea adopted by pete wentz circa june 2006. dear caitlin, i have to start out by saying that, although i am sitting in the exact same spot that you have cursed your existence a hundred times over before, i must say it feels a whole lot different. only not at all. keep reading. the only rules to being me are as follows. blame everyone. stay up past everyone else falls asleep. get fucked up. let that motherfucker bleed dry. and write. write until you cringe. write until your stomach churns. write until your face burns. write until you cloth yourself in papercuts. deny it all. regret every word that falls from your lips. note the fact that not many people like you. and, further, keep tabs on how you never do a damn thing about it. wreck it. wreck it all. just wreck it. caitlin, i'm sorry to let you down. but i have become a complete mess. i deal with my problems by creating more problems. i am sorry. i am sorry i disappointed you. truly. it was never supposed to get this far. i didn't know i'd end up here. if i could quit, i could. but everything i do is halfhearted. whether it's skipping a meal, a class, a phonecall, a hope. i am careless. yet i have this burning desire to care. i want to care about it all. i want to learn about love or destiny or sublimation or self-actualization or existentialism or fate or belief in God. but right before the seminar starts i sneak out through the back door. the most wasted of all the hearts in the world is connected to my pulse. i am sorry i could never find a way to care. i am so sorry that i am distant to everyone, even you. because i am scared i will look back on these words and wonder what the hell i was ever thinking. i hope that you understand, i am the trainwreck that no one witnessed. tell the conductor i am sorry and i'll buy him a new train. tell my parents that i am sorry i am so in debt and that i love them even though when i say it it doesn't sound like i mean it. and caitlin, please tell the world to leave me the fuck alone. because if they don't like me in the first place they shouldn't bother me with their barbed wire mouths. caitlin i am sorry. i don't know if you will like who i am. i am you only less cryptic and more public(ly foolish). find a home for me. (Comment on this)
Friday, August 18th, 2006
7:51 pm	i only want comfort where there is none. i am ashamed. you know how i always told you, my biggest fear was that i'd be forgotten. now i'm stuck wishing on the sides of pillows and through window shades that i would just disappear. or the world could disappear and leave me standing here, cell phone dead, eyes swallowed in black, pen and paper in hand. whatever the outcome is i will be alone. i want to be alone. i want to be everybody's nothing because that is the only place where i feel i belong. and doesn't everyone just want to feel they belong? even beside hearts there was always something off-beat about it. no one ever requested that the seat next to theirs is saved for me. thank god for city buses. people like me invented them so no place is yours and no face is recognizable. no one belongs. no one means anything. (Comment on this)
Saturday, August 12th, 2006
10:38 pm	most of my saturday nights are spent making mistakes in front of faces i won't remember the next day. not this one though. i will spend tonight lying in the grass watching airplanes fly overhead count them as they pass always the same track. as each one passes by i wonder where they're going. and who's in it. who they called before they boarded the plane to tell them i love you. if any of them are ever coming back. this is why i want to work at an airport. i just want to be surrounded by people that are in between places. because somehow no matter where i am i'm always in between. never quite fitting in. i want to be a pilot so i could help people get away and never come back. we could steal the clouds and curse the ground that doesn't want us to belong. i turned my phone on silent. who cares anymore. i feel like nothing. vague. unnoticed. no destination. the grass is cool and forgiving. i want to disappear in it. so i could never be called foolish again. face first. if i don't see the world the world doesn't see me. saturday to remember. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
1:27 am	The Art of Glorifying Meaningless Lust back to my old stomping grounds. can't say i haven't missed you. so much has changed since my eyes last graced this little white box but at the same time not much has changed at all. in the most cliche way. it's not that i'm careless it's just i don't know how to care. don't call it naivety. don't call it cold. at best i am a lover quarantined on war grounds. or maybe just high school parties. what's the difference, anyway. dodging bullets to the head or dodging dangerous looks to the eye. after summer 2005 of seclusion and misery, it almost feels like i'm learning to walk again. faces and places stacked up like a nancy drew collection. only it's not mystery more just confusion. i used to always want to be harriet the spy. i just wanted to be friendly with the old people and know how to operate old fashioned elevators. kind of disappointing when a 10 year old realizes she doesn't have the charisma or the mechanical skills. i always learned at a young age. swallow hard but don't let them hear. don't ever be figured out. and maybe that's been the problem all along. because no one wants to care about someone they don't even understand. (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 9th, 2006
1:23 pm	you don't know me. face down. on the ground. the ribbons on my face are the dullest black. lackluster like the look you give me when i know you don't care. ask me how my day was and count the times i stumble on my words. i wish i was lonely so you could take me for granted over and over and over again. that's how pathetic this is- clinically happy but closet depressed. technically new but perpetually rusty. and i never knew if i should hate you or maybe feel just a little bit bad for you deep down. jeffrey dahlmer effect. i don't need anyone i just need someone (Comment on this)
Friday, June 23rd, 2006
9:07 pm	this is the last post in here. iamcryptic has failed. i am starting up a new lj which should be more happening than this one. promise. i gave up on you a while ago, you know i never wanted you to leave. heart caitlin (Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 20th, 2006
11:04 pm	Believe in me cause I don't believe in anything. i am a recreational drug i am no one's heroine i am last call bottom's up for this cheap shot don't you dare aim too high standard rate/fate we know exactly how this will end. sunday is spent dodging phone calls. monday is spent wondering why i don't have a best friend and if maybe i might just have "that gleam" in my eye. tuesday is spent tracing my cell phone on my notebook paper. if you stare at it long enough don't you think you could will someone into calling you. i haven't written anything good in months. someone give me a run for my money. i'm not sure that this is making any sense - i look at the clock and it's 11:10. i look again and it's 11:12. i can't even make a fucking wish right. it's tyra banks' first transexual episode. my sister just goes to me "better tell your peeps brb." hahahaha. (Comment on this)
4:49 pm	i'm dedicating today to cute is what we aim for. go pick up their cd and then we can discuss shaant's provocative catchy cotton candy words together. you have a jump in your step but a rip in your rep. (Comment on this)
Monday, June 19th, 2006
5:30 pm	headaches and bad luck i wish i needed someone to write my name in the sand and to watch bad movies with and to think its cute when im nervous. but i dont. i act the victim but it's only me when i rest my head at night. i'm tired of playing tragic though. it may be the lead but if the critics hate it i'll have nowhere to sleep. and i was never too good at memorizing lines anyway. you won't find me looking through your keyhole but i'm secretly wishing it was me you were thinking about when you reached for your phone at 3 am. i've got bad ideas in my head but i'll never let them slip, they're just not safe on my tongue. keep my stomach churning and my hands dancing across the keyboard only cause it's so routine and involuntary. it's romance's last call and i'm waving the white flag only cause the lights just aren't quite dim enough. no matter which way you spin it i'm always holding back. the actress on the mattress, but you know this never lasts...this heart's got bank hours and i'm checking out early if you dont want this more than me. warped was yesterday. shall we review the highlights? -"fuck me" bracelet to ricky terror -"jackley parker angel" bracelet to jack marin -nick lachey behind the music talks -taking pictures with aiden HAH such a joke. -sex with FFTLtravis & suave head nods -cherry lemonade and french fries -"i have four condoms. call me later." -june! at the fiesta. the month of june IS the month of june... -that hellogoodbye song "in your arms" -the new gym class song "the queen and i" -BANE american apparel hoodie....one of a kind... -travis saying "this song is so fucking amazing i can hardly stand it" i put in my two weeks notice at wendys today. i'm only the first mistake. (Comment on this)
Thursday, June 15th, 2006
11:25 pm	And there was never any place for someone like me to be totally happy. Life isn't war. it isn't love. it isn't beauty. it isn't good days and bad days nor is it night and day. it isn't sadness and madness and happiness. it just is. it exists. it breathes. tonight i think i sat on life's chest and could feel each and every intake, as if with each breath i was being born again. more than anything - you have those rare moments in life where you realize it is randomly beautiful. where you realize you aren't insignificant nor significant - you simply understand your place in life. i am exactly who i want to be because for the first time i am exactly who i am. with each step i root my existence in this quiet oasis and with each breath i solidify my belief in love and passion and humanity and life. this is Cavanaugh Park. the planes taking off reminding me everything is so much closer than it seems and the view of the city and the golden freeway and the fireflies like distant boats passing in the night. its life. and we're in it. good luck exploring the infinite abyss. dont ever let me fucking forget it. (Comment on this)
8:47 pm	"i aint no bitch," and maybe that your soul is made out of gold - just a little bit. the love is back on. it is so fucking on. so so so on. so i currently have 2 jobs and a banking account, at least for now. im like, a bonified adult now. scaaaary. im still a shitty seventh grader that alternates outfits weekly and has no friends in my mind though. "if you understand everything, you must be misinformed." -japanese proverb i love frank sinatra. "when i was seventeeeeeeeeeen..." it was a very good year. not much to say, really. i promise you a real update soon. i realize its been a while. (Comment on this)
Monday, June 12th, 2006
12:07 am	It's just your tongue you tend to choke on today= dance, dance all over the place shady staring perverts and whatnot. at first it was flattering. then it just got creepy. lots of dimes elevators are matchmakers cruising in jeeps mashed potatoes mall of americaaaa parks at night i realize i make lists like this too often. yikez. i wrote someone an email today. he better fucking read it cause im sick of him going all celebrity on me. what the hell is up with this cold weather? i realize this is minnesota, but come on. i can see my fucking breath out there. so i just smacked my finger into the cupboard and there is a hugeass bump already. its all purple and witchy looking. i love new friends but i have to say it gets a little tiring after a while. i wouldnt trade it for the world but sometimes i think im kind of bat-esque or turtles-esque by nature. i choose when i want to see the world. no one else does for me. thank you. time to go eat leftovers and talk to megan about cute stuff and feel comfy in my flannel sheets and flannel pj pants and my american apparel tshirt and just-showered body. mmm. love me. (1 Comment |Comment on this)