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Monday, Jul 17, 2000 7:45 PM UTC2000-07-17T19:45:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Chicks who click

Who said day trading was a man's world?

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Quick: What comes to mind when you think “day trader”?

A paunchy kid just out of college, boasting about all the dough he’s raking in? A salt-and-pepper ex-Wall Streeter with a taste for slick action? Or maybe even, as with a recent true-to-life case, an imbalanced fellow whipsawed into a murderous rampage by the market’s mercurial behavior?

How about a 69-year-old retired grandmother in Florida?

“It’s why I get up in the morning,” says the 18-month-long trading enthusiast, who prefers to be known as “Harriet.” Harriet spends at least six days a week, 12 hours a day, on the bucking e-ticket ride that is electronic day trading, where fortunes are made or lost on percentages of a point within a matter of seconds.

Harriet rises every morning at 5:30 to do some market research before she begins trading at the Street’s 9:30 opening bell. After the market closes at 4 p.m., she’s usually still online, ferreting out data for the next day’s session. “I love it because it keeps my mind sharp and alert,” says Harriet, who says she’s making good money after a rocky start, though she won’t say how much. “I plan on doing it until the day I die — or until I’ve lost my ability to reason and concentrate.”

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Monday, Oct 23, 2000 6:13 PM UTC2000-10-23T18:13:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Theater for the absurdly rich

David Kersnar's morality plays are aimed at a wealthy -- and dysfunctional -- audience.

Theater for the absurdly rich
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Scenes from a dot-com dynasty family gathering:

Scott (ex-son-in-law of the family’s wealthy patriarch): “Far be it from me to try to be included in a family discussion. I learned my place long ago …”

Dorothy (ex-wife of Scott): “You also ruined any chance of being a part of this family a long time ago.”

Scott: “Well, Dorothy, I am ready. Let ‘er rip. Give it your best shot. I am ready for my tongue-lashing.”

Dorothy: “Who is the new 11-year-old you are fooling around with now?”

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Wednesday, Sep 20, 2000 7:00 PM UTC2000-09-20T19:00:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Business reporting is hot! Hot! Hot!

A formerly sleepy media backwater comes alive as more journalists' pulses throb in time to stock tickers.

Business reporting is hot! Hot! Hot!

A decade ago, business writing had the reputation as a refuge for geeks and freaks.

Now, I’m one of those scribes tethered to Dow Jones, a Palm Pilot and P.R. harassment on my cellphone. Yikes.

At least for me, it happened by accident. I washed up on the shores of San Francisco after being a freelance writer in South Africa for four years. My then-boyfriend — a freelance photographer — was in tow, but two freelancers under one roof made for shaky financial times. One of us had to get a job. And since my ex didn’t have a green card, the risumi-sending task fell upon me.

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Thursday, Jun 1, 2000 7:39 PM UTC2000-06-01T19:39:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

“Pass the virtual champagne, please”

Goodbye, chips and dip: The book party comes to cyberspace.

A few days ago I found myself running late for a book party. In the old days, the punishment for such tardiness would have been a tapped-out open bar and canapes curled up like toes.

But tonight’s book blowout was an altogether different affair. If I turned up late to this party, my punishment would be far more serious: I’d be turned away… from the chat room.

On May 16, the tweedy world of publishing changed yet again as AOL’s The Book Report hosted the world’s first online book party. The guest of honor: self-published author extraordinaire M.J. Rose, an ad exec turned erotic-novelist.

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