Maybe more tomorrow. Time for a US-Cuba deal.
Honda: a disaster. Who saw this coming? Honda reports its first annual loss since 1957.
Meanwhile, WTI "jumps" a bit when Trump says China / Xi will buy crude oil from the US. Message to the Mideast: if you don't open the Strait of Hormuz, we've got options. Every day the strait remains closes, the more irrelevant it becomes. Currently trading at $102.60. Market futures drop accordingly.
US refiners: expect to see significant supply issues ... soooooon.
PEMEX CEO resigns: Mexican president makes the announcement.
Shale: people are talking about increased production coming from the Permian; lessons learned will be applied elsewhere. "Permian and DJ oil recovery successes are moving to the Bakken." -- Dan Tsubouchi.
China-US: a picture is worth a trillion words -- it's even worse than Geiger says it is --
Xi (or as Ilhan Omar likes to say, "Number 11") likely to visit the US before end of this year. US-Chinese relations a lot better than the legacy / mainstream media would like to admit.
Mideast: US pilots getting a lot of flight time. The golden age to be an aviator?
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Thursday Night -- Music
Headphones on. Loud.
Oliver Baroni reminds me of Dick Dale. I would love to hear more of Baroni.
There are times I swear I hear Blondie (Debbie Henry) in Emanuela Hutter.
Over on social media, in response to Joan Osborne singing this song,
Somehow Joan simultaneously channelled Jimmy Ruffin and Janis Joplin for an awesome interpretation of this classic tear jerker. When I first heard this as kid in the 1960’s I thought it was about losing your girlfriend. But now as 60-some year old married man of 35 years I realize it is about losing the love of your life; a loss tinged by anger. Thank God she is still with me.
If Virginia Woolf were still alive, she would be going through comments on YouTube to get "phrases" for the books she would be writing.
I'm sure we've all been through this, breaking up with the love of your life during your coming of age years. That happened to me, 1974. I was devastated. I didn't contemplate suicide at that time -- I was so overwhelmed with grief, I had no energy to think about suicide, much less have the energy to do something to harm myself. I could never articulate the emotion(s) I felt at the time. I thought it was profound sadness -- I don't think there's an adequate synonym -- maybe Virginia Woolf would know -- God knows she experienced profound depression.
And then look at that quote above -- "... I thought it was about losing your girlfriend. But now as 60-some year old married man of 35 years I realize it was about losing the love of your life; a loss tinged by anger. Thank God she is still with me."
"A loss tinged by anger."
I don't recall a bit of anger then and I don't recall any anger since or now. But there was something more than just profound depression / more profound than simply a loss.
It seems "everyone" has covered this song, but Joan Osborne has set the standard. Linked above.
"Standing In The Shadows Of Motown: The Funk Brothers." Link here.
Link here. "Walk, Don't Run." General George Babbitt.
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"Misirlu." So, you think you know "Misirlu"? Link here. Link here.
