Archive for June, 2003

The words you can put in a search engine and find me.

Monday, June 30th, 2003

It's either people looking for porn, or people looking for themselves. That's what search engines do.

Jennings vs. The Profit Motive

Monday, June 30th, 2003

Ok, here's the basic problem: I've been hipped to the fact that basically everyone in online poker rooms (especially at low limits) has no idea how to play poker correctly, and they just churn in, donate their money to those who know the score, and churn out. And since I ...

It wasn’t nearly as sexy as I thought it would be.

Thursday, June 19th, 2003

The dress code at my major undisclosed consulting firm was revised today. From April 2001 through about 2pm or so today, women were required to wear hosiery, and as the news spread that our pigheaded (male) site manager had lifted that requirement, there was much spontaneous celebration. And then came the ...

The shows my new TiVo records.

Saturday, June 14th, 2003

I've false-started and back-burnered three different rampage-style essays this week, on account of the depression that comes and goes for us all, and the fact that everything I write sucks when I feel this way. So, just to demonstrate my continued existence and superior taste in television, here is what ...

Nobody doesn’t like Night Ranger

Thursday, June 12th, 2003

This comes to us from poet/scholar/gentleman Dr. Dan Goldstein, who somehow manages to squeeze in a dose of 80's rock between his combinatorial analyses and game theory experiments and teaching business students how to be human beings. He's doing incredibly important work every single day, but isn't too busy to ...

An open letter to Sammy Sosa

Thursday, June 5th, 2003

Dear Mr. Sosa, I’m pretending to write to you today because I know how you feel, and I want to offer my support to you and your family in this difficult time. You see, I’ve also been accused of cheating when I actually wasn’t, and I know how difficult it can ...

Let’s recap.

Wednesday, June 4th, 2003

I trace the start of the bad luck to sometime shortly after I leave the blackjack table last Thursday night in Atlantic City while still on a hot streak. Let my misfortune be a lesson for you all. 1. I spent the next four hours losing $130 playing $2-4 Texas Hold ...

Don’t touch me, I’m bad luck.

Monday, June 2nd, 2003

First, Jeff's weblog is dead at five entries, again. He's a victim of pre-emptive self-censorship -- never explicitly told to knock it off, but intimidated that way. The lesson for you all: never ever mix your blog and your office. They're better off not knowing, and you're better off not ...