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Und schon seit dreiunddreißig Jahren! Wie schnell die Zeit vergangen ist!
Für zwanzig Jahre in aller Welt war "Die ganze Welt mein Arbeitsfeld!" mein Motto gewesen. Jetzt ist es nur noch "Hier sitze ich, ich kann nicht anders!"
Vielleicht liegt es am Altwerden oder daran daß ich jetzt viel zu viel Kram am Hals habe um alles je wieder einzupacken und wegzuziehen.
Übrigens kannst Du "Riverbend" ganz kurz am Punkt 2:15 sehen, mußst aber aufpassen denn es ist nur so am unteren Rand des Bildes zu sehen.
Vielleicht setze ich eine 'drone' auf meinen Weihnachtswunschzettel und mach dann meine eigenen Aufnahmen. Bis dann!
I was puzzled by this headline in this internet article by livewiremarkets.com. How could BHP, the world's biggest miner, double the market capitalisation of CBA, Australia's biggest bank?
Then I realised that it was just an ambiguous, if not to say ambitious headline. Charlie Aitken had left out the word "be" which would have changed the headline to "BHP could be double CBA's market cap".
Crunching the numbers, this implies a $100 BHP share price. Here's how:
BHP's current share price is around $65, with some 5,081 million shares issued, giving it a market capitalisation of around $331 billion (never mind a few hundred million in rounding errors).
CBA's current share price is around 158, with some 1,673 million shares issued, giving it a market capitalisation of around $264 billion (same rounding errors).
If BHP were to achieve a market capitalisation twice that of CBA, that would divide $528 billion into 5,081 million shares, making its shares worth $104 each (again, ignoring the rounding errors).
WOW! And yet, walletinvestor.com has already pencilled in a 1-year "bull case" forecast of $95.39, albeit with a likelihood of only 25%.
How is this trend reflected in the immediate price? Well, after a huge jump in price to $65.75 on Thursday, it dropped to $65.16 on Friday, but overnight closing prices in London and New York suggest that BHP will resume trading in Sydney on Monday morning at well above $67.
Following Warren Buffett's advice to "only buy a stock if you'd be happy to own it if the market was closed for the next five years", I have been a rusted-on BHP investor for at least two long decades, and BHP's price movements have had a huge impact on the value of my portfolio. Yet it's just tiny dots on a flickering computer screen and a game that gets me out of bed in the morning and keeps my mind active. Come on, $104 !
To put it in perspective, BHP started the year at $45.76.
20.8.2026 day's range $64.68-$65.75, closed at $65.75 ↑
21.8.2026 day's range $64.85-$65.79, closed at $65.16 ↓
24.8.2026 day's range $67.03-$67.72, closed at $67.12 ↑
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After yesterday's excursion to Eden, I was looking forward to a quiet day at "Riverbend" planting a few more trees (which I should've done thirty years ago), but Padma wanted to buy some lip balm which is only available at a certain pharmacy in Moruya. Twenty-five clicks there and twenty-five clicks back for a tiny tube of lip balm worth costing dollars!
If I hadn't agreed to go, my life wouldn't have been worth living, and so I thought I make the best of it and visit my favourite op-shop and have lunch at the bowling club as well. I think it must've been my sense of frustration that made me take a photo of the club's "WOMENS" amd "MENS" toilet signs even though I'd seen them many times before. If they had wanted to make them plural they would've been wrong; if they had wanted to make them possessives, they would've been even 'wronger'.
I noticed the lady at the cash register had been watching me. To keep her happy, I ordered a piece of cake for dessert. The cash register displayed, "DESERT $9.50". Oh no! I'd lived long enough in Namibia and Saudi Arabia not to want another piece of desert, let alone have it for dessert, but it turned out to be delicious and was artfully decorated.
"Europe today has little desire to reproduce itself, fight for itself or even take its own side in an argument."
The book beside the plate is Douglas Murray's book "The Strange Death of Europe - Immigration, Identity, Islam". It's happening in Europe; it's happening all over the Western world. Ignore it at your own peril!
Years ago, I found this book in my favourite op-shops for two dollars. It's the amazing story of a pack of killer whales who, for almost a hundred years, hunted around Eden on Twofold Bay, a small town just two hundred clicks south of Batemans Bay, and assisted local fishermen during the winter whaling season.
These killers would actually herd whales into the bay and then attract the land-based whalemen. As the boats put out from the shore, one killer would lead them to where the rest of the pack had surrounded the whale, working much as sheep dogs do for drovers. After the kill the pack claimed the dead whale's tongue and lips as reward, the fishermen removing the rest of the carcass a few days later.
I never quite finished reading this book but was reminded of it today when I visited the Eden Killer Whale Museum where the same book was on sale for $29. I had gone there with a new neighbour who is from that tiny, wealthy landlocked country in Western Europe surrounded entirely by Belgium, France, and Germany - anyone who can correctly name it wins a free twelve-month subscription to this blog - and recently settled in Nelligen just a few houses up from "Riverbend". He had always wanted to visit the museum and suggested I should join him on this trip, and so we set off early this morning to make a whole day of it.
By this time you will want to know more about this, so here we go:
But before we got to Eden, we stopped for lunch at the Robyn's Nest Lakeside Resort, which an old friend had bought some years ago to get rid of all the hard-earned money he had squirelled away in the past.
Listening to my friend's story reminded me of the story of the ageing booklover - not me! - who, having won the lottery, opened his long dreamt-of bookshop. Asked how long he would run the bookshop, he replied, "Until I run out of money". My friend's usual open-handed hospitality only made things worse, because even though he was still in town when we arrived, he had already instructed his staff to start serving us lunch and drinks and not to ask us for any money. (If I had known, I would've ordered a bottle of the most expensive wine on the list which, from memory, was over $5,800 !!! Could someone please email me a copy of that wine list, so I can double-check my memory, as I find it quite hard to believe that anyone would order that stuff. I suspect they only put it on the list to make people who order a wine in the more moderate $300 price range feel like they're getting a bargain.)
As you can't see who's clicking his heels, I let you guess which side I am on. Hint: I have started wearing braces as I no longer have a waist to speak of!
Not having seen him for six or seven years, I asked to have my photo taken with him, but having grown considerably older since then - I far more than he - I decided to publish the above 'headless' version only. (Actually, it was a lousy shot as the photographer had failed to call out "Say cheese!" while I was thinking of what my BHP shares were doing and my friend wondered if I had ordered that $5,800 bottle of wine.)
My friend's new home is truly spectacular, and Padma and I would love to go back and stay for a whole weekend, perhaps even for a whole week, but only if my far too generous friend allows us to pay full price.
At my age, my back goes out more often than I do, but I'm now, tired and hungry, safely home again. It's been a long but wonderful day and, with the weekend coming up, I'll be looking through my library to find Tom Mead's "Killers of Eden" to finally finish reading this amazing story.
Someone named Aiden from an email address inside "a boutique investment research firm that harnesses the power of young, tech-savvy finance and media experts" located in Kolkata (formerly Calcutta) has just sent me the following email:
Since Aiden's email address is aritrag@flairtree.com, I went straight to flairtree.com to possibly negotiable this "beneficial bargain that comes with a relatively reduced price" to an even more beneficial bargain.
While I am still waiting for his reply, I thought it best to send you the above video clip as an advance copy of "all those lustful videos" that Aiden may show you if I can't strike an even more "beneficial bargain".
After all, Aiden seems to be such a nice chap - he even suggested that I "ensure all [my] passwords are replaced with new ones on a regular basis" so that I don't "get involved in similar kind of unpleasant events anymore"- that I'm sure he'd be willing to negotiate.
(If you received the same email, we could ask for a bulk discount!)
Ich wanderte im Jahre 1965 vom (k)alten Deutschland nach Australien aus. In Erinnerung an das alte Sprichwort "Gott hüte mich vor Sturm und Wind und Deutschen die im Ausland sind" wurde ich in 1971 im Dschungel von Neu-Guinea australischer Staatsbürger. Das kostete mich nur einen Umlaut und das zweite n im Nachnamen - von -mann auf -man.
Australien gab mir eine zweite Sprache und eine zweite Chance und es war auch der Anfang und das Ende: nach fünfzig Arbeiten in fünfzehn Ländern - "Die ganze Welt mein Arbeitsfeld" - lebe ich jetzt im Ruhestand in Australien an der schönen Südküste von Neusüdwales.
Ich verbringe meine Tage mit dem Lesen von Büchern, segle mein Boot den Fluss hinunter, beschäftige mich mit Holzarbeit, oder mache Pläne für eine neue Reise.
This blog is written in the version of English that is standard here. So recognise is spelled recognise and not recognize etc. I recognise that some North American readers may find this upsetting, and while I sympathise with them, I sympathise even more with my countrymen who taught me how to spell. However, as an apology, here are a bunch of Zs for you to put where needed.
Zzzzzz
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