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Bill murray Dec 2015
How is it superb, if you don't got the erb in it? Or maybe that's herb.
Me in da wrong place at da wrong time.
Headin' down da alley on me way to pick up me 'erb.
Suddenly, Big Boy 'pears round da corner.

Ohno

Da Big Boy grabs me and take me lunch money.
'ow am I gunna get me 'erb now?
He beats me like me papa did.
Jus when Big Boy gonna trow da final punch...

ohyeah

Da boys arrive for battle.
Spliffs in der mouts.
Vengeance in der eyes.
TruckerWithAPassionForReggae grabs da Big Boy.
'olds 'im down n saves me reggae life.
Blunt Blastah Mastah punches da Big Boy.
Don touch me boombastic buddy he says.
DertyBeatzFromDaStreetz goes in for da **** with a ***** reggae kick.
Reggae Mon Offishal gets me kush cash back.
Me in da clear.

We killed a man, but our flame of friendship burnt bright that night.
Like our spliffs, the light was jus' right, mon.
I'd like to thank the accademy for my reggae king nomination. I'd also like to thank the reggae boys, because without you, my reggae dreams would never become a reality. God bless you Isis.
faithlessdrum Jan 2015
how to replicate a call option


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Option Pricing Basics   NYU Stern
  stern nyu edu ~adamodar pdfiles eqnotes optionbasics pdf
There are two types of options   call options (right to buy) and put options      The objective in creating a replicating portfolio is to use a  bination of riskfree    
[PPT]Options     NYU Stern
pages stern nyu edu ~anashikk Teaching session%    amrut ppt
Call and put options; The law of one price; Put call parity; Binomial valuation  Options     This payoff can be replicated by a portfolio of stock and risk free bonds
Section        replicating a call option   Actuarial Outpost
  actuarialoutpost   ›     › SoA CAS Preliminary Exams › MFE
Dec              posts   ‎  authors
"Delta can be interpreted as the number of shares needed to synthetically replicate the option  A call option can be replicated by buying shares    
Replicating portfolio   Wikipedia  the free encyclopedia
en wikipedia org wiki Replicating
portfolio
In mathematical finance  a replicating portfolio for a given asset or series of cash flows     For example  bonds and equities can be used to replicate a call option
replication   How to replicate a digital call option    
quant stackexchange   questions     how to replicate a digital call opt  
             Call Option S     K     Payoff   (option is not available) How can i replicate this (payoff) with calls and puts with strike prices with multiples    
Can we replicate a call option without borrowing and make it    
quant stackexchange       can we replicate a call option without borr  
Jan            I learned how to price a European call option using this video lecture  The considered case is very simple  The call option gives the right to buy    
[PDF]Option Pricing Hedging
  kellogg northwestern edu faculty     OptionPricingHedging pdf
What is the value of a call option with a strike price of $   ? (Assume r    %)     replicating portfolio must equal the price of the call option  ○ C   ΔSt B    
[PDF]Replicating portfolios • Buy a number of shares  ∆  and    
  uio no studier emner sv oekonomi ECON     v       lect     pdf
Mar            dS∆ + erB  S∆ + B  • Choose ∆ B so that portfolio replicates call       (The fact that call options have higher risk (both systematic and total) than the    
Replicating an Option in the Binomial Model   Ftsnet  
  ftsnet   public ftsmodhtm ftsBinTree replicatinganoption htm
Replicating a Call Option in the Binomial Model (Assuming Discrete  pounding)  


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Ryan Gabrish Apr 2013
Less ‘ave a spot of fun, shall we?
Sumfin fun to do in ma spare time fo no particula reason,
An’ I like ta share it wif you.

Drop the T’s and pronounce yeh U’s like ew’s
Enunciation is key on heavy consonant words.
Forget practicality an be silly wif it.
Pretending fo a moment,
That there is a glob of peana butta,
On the ref of  yeh mouf.

****** ell and bullocks only take it so far,
Yew must remain natural wif towne
But, simply mumble mimzy’s
Followed by ratulsnakes ‘n’ wota fawllls.

Tha best practice comes wif accenting ull day.
An than ull tha kids will think its ace!
Dowent get aggro, jus ease into it.
An fa ***** sake its Herb not erb.
Mateuš Conrad Apr 2018
O czy(m) gawaryć
jak ni ma,
o czy gawa w oko
na oko wrzeć
murawe wart:
opuchlizną -
czyli...
        śli... wnóka...
zwą...
     pychoty cerkw...
ślijy budjet...
ochłapem psa, pśa:
gra w gryz...
     tuczy jeb psa wyrokwiem
'com j'eb
kobity.... ni mo...
barwne te mo...
piwne oczydła dane
mji 'erb...
no ten, Litwieński...
z różą w pentlik,
zwanem różańcem...
jebudjed syrok siad...
na rekśową: daj łape
morda pinkny!
pod Mazowsze Polszczyzną:
gra...
reszta ro pirdolona
pochłapiem otucha Mark'a
Zbigniewbórka...
grzbiet, czyli
o kołnierz, cy co ot
or-to (missing H),
tej bez metra cientego fīzykí...
ń.. albo no... niopek...
czyli gaga mordziu:
   ńıopek...
      ale to... Bawaryjski
'eno... szczegół.
Jon Von Erb Jun 2020
we are
the trickle
of life's’ struggles

eased
by the floating plumeria
of mankind's

understanding


Jon Von Erb
6/2020
Jon Von Erb Jun 2020
with you
standing on my heart

looking out the window

shaking your head

worrying about tomorrows

unwilling to say yes

How can I show you how much I love you
if
remembering past
disappointments
won’t let you step into me

I can only show you that I love you
if you’ll just look into
my eyes

Let my soul
introduce you to how much
I care

Let me lay down
before you
as the bridge
to happiness calls

cross over into
our
everlasting love


Jon Von Erb
6/2020
Would you step over the bridge of uncertainty
for a new love?
Jon Von Erb Jun 2020
expectations held in a moments’ breath
before the start to Schubert's impromptu
we feel them coming
the lost children of the world
as if from a mountain path
along the first strains of the piano
        our senses hear them
before the lyric scene sets our vision
imagination shows us
bowls held by tiny fingers
hungry for life
starved for love, affection
and that expression of hunger as they march
little heads in unison
stretched in the downward direction
of the needy
the left behind
arpeggiated descending notes
depicting procession
a parade in our minds’ vision
        rhythms as they breathe
in and out
up and down
expectations of survival
for a life needing to be cherished
        tapped out with each shadowy step
are of harmonies in constant modulation
steps forward, toward the green valley
of hope just beyond
it rises as it does to greet them
open arms through a juxtaposition in the base chords
that suggest a tension that grows, then dies
into a reflective mood
one that welcomes
sunlit trees that invite
standing grand in their path
        softly on bare knees
we feel their relief, hear their prayer
as it is answered
free from pain comes the relaxed
tensions in diminutive harmonies
as the impromptu
like the children themselves
find peace in the effortless melody
of final notes
that drift away
into salvation

Jon Von Erb
6/2020




https://youtu.be/FxhbAGwEYGQ
bring up the music from the link at the bottom of the poem and listen as you read the poem slowly within the cadence of the music. Enjoy!
Jon Von Erb Jun 2020
I envision my brother and me
at frolic once again
in the sweat-heat of New Orleans
across the cobblestones from our boyhood home,
splintered now by humid time,
its memories staring back!

White-tipped mockingbirds
tease and zip about;
impetuous as we were back then;
moms’ care flourished with her birds.

Inside,
the walls whisper dilapidation’s secrets;
spiders web above the doors.
Sounds of childhood rivalry,
long quite now, rustle still.
Warped windows invite streams of steamy light;
white sheets on the line.

Brother Bill
lived hard but, short
ignoring the raves of women, drink, cigars;
departed in the middle of our years
quite alone!

I was afraid
he wouldn’t be here this trip back;
fading memory lost on summer’s swelter
but,
I feel he is,
yes,
“Bill, I’m so glad you’re here!”



Jon Von Erb
6/2020
Jon Von Erb Jun 2020
Hearing Brahms’ lullaby
wraps moms’ voice
around my shoulders;
her cozy caress, once again!

Memory-visions of her
statuesque, dignity on stage;
bring, ‘Down the house’ recall;
past applause and a tear!

And, Oh, her
sweet banana puddin’
hot over vanilla wafers
moms’ fragrance in the kitchen
lovin’ us at home.

And, ‘when on the road’
those tender-scented notes;
penmanship touching hearts,
longing for her return!


Jon Von Erb
5/2020
Jon Von Erb Jun 2020
I believe the entire country is held under a blanket of depression.
The very fiber of our 2020 existence is strained to the max. Bindings
that held us in safety and warmth for so long are now threadbare.
Deceitful lies have vomited on the wooly confidence that we trusted in to allow us to keep concentrating on work, home, family.

Through our own complacency, we have allowed dark spots to stain the thermal protection our government once provided.  Those who we thought upheld law and order in the folds of our neighborhoods have torn away our confidence, our trust, leaving racist lesions, tattered cloth we once took for granted. Presidential Incompetence has jeopardized our jobs, our hope for better education, healthcare, even the ability to walk freely down the street

Yes, depression has cloaked our soul and put away our hope
and our faith from covering ourselves, our children, and even our respect.  We must double knit efforts to overthrow the oppression that has left us naked in the midst of a corrupt and entitled government.  We must adorn our shawls of courage and stand up for what we have always cherished. Toss off spoiled and raggedy holdings and replace them with a diversely woven fabric that will carry us forward to a free and prosperous unity once again.

Jon Von Erb
6/2020
This is a politically-based poem using 'blanket' as a metaphor in a prose poetic style.
Jon Von Erb Jun 2020
We,
caught in the tangles
of a once-thoughtful mind,
all too much in
‘Bogged-down’
mode to ‘let it go’!

We suffer, wait,
ask
when will we be free,
liberated,
let loose to give
our festival of words,
parade of thoughts
to the world?

Other minds,
need our guidance,
our wisdom!
Oh, frustration!
Oh, drat!

Desperate ideas
send sour to his stomach,
burn to lungs;
that have rested far too long.
Grumbles the hears
and, how he squirms!
Yet, messages fail!

until……

Of a sudden, a miracle,
a jolt really,
the pen is lifted -
we hold our breaths!

as…

Liberation begins!


Jon Von Erb
6/2020
How do you express writers' block in your poetry?
Jon Von Erb Jun 2020
You know,
they are all fab and fuzzy one moment;
flat-gone the next.

Wonder where part of your heart went?
Is part of your soul feeling tarnished?

Promises, they are full of them.
Ideas, fantasy-lovers, so intriguing;
feel like a puppet, a robot,
like you’ve been ridden;
a nouveau vacuum cleaner
suddenly replaced?

Some folks call them fickle,
others two-timers - me,

I call them slippers!

They try you on,
wear you out
and
before you get a chance
to be worn out,
they just slip away
leaving cold and bare!

**** slippers!

Jon Von Erb
6/2020
A play on words, their multiple meanings!
Yazad Tafti Sep 2023
to pour some 'erb diffusive tea
let it mellow in my cup
let the leaf take whole
where it leaves a hole
for this cup of sorrow is best enjoyed alone
with no company
just a settlement between
me
myself
and
chai
Jon Von Erb Jun 2020
wondering through
the wonderland of your new spirit
snatching bits of heart and soul
my love catches star-points
that sparkle in your eyes

I stroll among your dawns
soar through the cobalt of your skies
turn your clouds of misty grey
into understanding adventure

and
I stumble    oh so humble
into your nights

here as I watch you slumber
it’s been a while
since I have become wrapped
in the tender moments
of a newfound love

held within your private aura
my love begs to cuddle you
bask in the breath
of your wonder


Jon Von Erb
6/2020
A celebration of the birth of my daughter, now 40 and still my little girl. This poem has the picture of a man adoring his daughter as she sleeps - imagine this concept as you re-read this poem.
Jon Von Erb Jun 2020
the morning mist blew me a kiss
luckily I caught it in my smile
and saved for a Mr. or a Miss
for later as I travel mile for mile

a healthy garden bid me ‘Good Day’
with its’ bees and flowers winking
thankfulness encircled me like a lei
perfume that inspired me thinking

white clouds pranced through blue skies
a marching band as in a fluffy parade
a day like today triggered such great highs
all alone I sing and walk to life’s serenade


Jon Von Erb
6/2020
Jon Von Erb Jun 2020
You know the kinda guy
that brings a U-Haul over on the second date,
don’t ya?

And that feisty gal
you just dated one time who calls ya every ten minutes,
don’t ya?

Ya know,
like a cat that thinks you’re a live-in diner
and moves right in!

Well, just for fun, the other night
I thought I’d treat my wife like I did on our 1st date
so, I dropped her off at
her parents’ house!

And, wouldn’t ya know,
the next night I was locked out of our house
sit-in’ on a suitcase
in a pile of everything I own!

I guess, ya just can’t
fun around with anyone these days.

*
Now I live in a U-haul
with a phone and a cat.

Triple ****!!!


Jon Von Erb
6/2020
Have a laugh, have fun but, beware!
Jon Von Erb Jun 2020
Wreathed in cherry blossoms and
covered with a cloak of promises,
I search my word-withered mind
for a catchy poetic title to entice.

Marooned names scattered amongst
the catacombs of a dizzy literary mutt;
I believe are in need of a dusting.
Ah yes, dusting and cleaning is a must!

‘Sublime gifts transcend the artist’,
this we all know but, what if the gift fails,
gets caught in the cortex, mucked down?
Then where is a poet to turn to, I ask?

Wrinkling the silky fabric of confusion
my mind and his thoughts seem to be stuck;
perhaps a bit of expert ironing is in order!
I’ll see if Ms. Ironing is up for the task!

Jon Von Erb
6/2020
Jon Von Erb Jun 2020
Kindness is the gift
we bestow to ourselves to share with others
smiles are our reward



Jon Von Erb
6/2020

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