Sep 28 2008

Insomnia

posted by stevesbets

The time is 630 am and I’m sitting in JFK airport on my first trip out of New York since I moved in. I am on my way to Aruba to play in the big UB tourney for the first time even though it has been happening annually for 5-6 years now. I have heard great things about Aruba and am really looking forward to the trip but right now it feels a long way off.

For my whole life I have suffered from insomnia and it has definitely played it’s standard role in how I’m feeling at this odd hour of the day. I did not get much sleep on Friday night which I thought would work out ok since I could get to bed early on Saturday to wake up in time for my 830 am flight. I’ve always been warned about the best laid plans and like many others this was doomed to failure. Even though I was so tired last night I could barely move, I was unable to get to sleep around 11 when I tried. After tossing around for almost 3 hours, I realized that I had to get moving in about 3 more hours and I didn’t want to risk sleeping through my flight time. I woke up and did the things that I do in the middle of the night when the rest of the world is asleep.

I played poker, watched law and order, showered twice, watched a profile of Charles Manson (the images of the pert, peppy girls that assisted in his killings sent a chill down my spine in a way that most shows about murderers don’t),  checked my bags about 3 times to make sure I had everything including my passport, looked up the most efficient way to get to JFK, flossed, sent some random emails, walked to europan for a black and white cookie and wasted about an hour on facebook looking at pictures of people I hardly know. During this time I had a funny thought.

I played my second week of Zog basketball yesterday, Zog sports are new yorks answer to intermurals and are billed as coed, social, casual sports leagues. So far it has been fun playing semi organized basketball again (thanks to my cousin Lauren for introducing me). But I realized something funny about “social basketball”. You talk to teammates and opponents in a friendly way, and the games are casual, but nevertheless I have trouble seeing people as “people” on the court. When I’m playing, everyone just becomes a sum of their basketball strengths and weaknesses. My mind dehumanizes them and puts them in a group of someone I don’t need to try against, someone I do need to try against, or someone I can’t compete with even if I do try. Somehow I expect their personalities to mirror their intermural basketball abilities. If someone is uncoordinated and hapless on the court I expect them to be a wreck when I talk to them but often times in just the short 2 weeks the people have thwarted my on court characterizations.

This led my awake mind and asleep body to consider why I don’t do this at the poker table. I think that poker is really a great equalizer since there are no objective characteristics that really matter. Height, weight, gender and ethnicity may play some minor role in guessing someons style, but for the most part when you sit at a new table everyone is just a person, and at least to me seems that way for the duration of play there. I think the idea that a borderline inept poker player can hide under a shroud of normal humanity while a borderline inept basketball player will be instantly outed on their first dribble is one of the reasons I both love and hate poker.

This blog may not have made a whole lot of sense, after all I have been up for 33 of the last 36 hours. I hope my idea of ppl just becoming part of the bball matrix is a bit clear becuase I think it’s really weird. Wish me luck in Aruba.


Sep 23 2008

Traffic Laws

posted by stevesbets

Last night I was driving back from a really cool place in NJ playing chauffeur to a chocolate mess in my new toy. I normally do not buy expensive things with poker winnings but I figured I would do something to enjoy the tournament win. See www.spendycow.com for details (ty for that lovely and informative site Nat). It was 2 am and the highway was pretty much empty, 65 degrees, clear skies and open road. I was then pulled over and accused of a certain traffic offense by the police. I am not going to give details here but after 20 minutes of interrogation to make sure I wasn’t drunk, waiting for them to make sure my car wasnt stolen and whatever else they need to check out I was  on my way. To avoid any potential run ins on the rest of the way home I followed the absolute letter of the traffic law. I went down the NJ turnpike and through the Lincoln tunnel at exactly the speed limits. As I thought over what had just happened I got madder and madder and realized yet another way in which many countries in Europe are far far smarter than in the United States.

Speeding laws and speed limits are ABSURD and OUTRAGEOUS for many reasons but I will only go into a few of them.

1) The maximum speed for safety on any given road depends on a whole lot of factors. While the skill of the driver is one, it is not reasonable for the law to take into account. With technology today there are some very simple ones that the law SHOULD take into account though such as the weather, the time of day, the traffic and maybe even the car that is being driven.  The speed limit on an open empty highway in the middle of the night under ideal conditions clearly should not be 50 mph, in fact, driving that limit under those conditions is reminiscent of being in a movie about some crazy person that can never stray from the letter of the law and therefore drives insanely slowly and gets passed by random and sometimes hilarious things like other cars, old ladies, trucks and tortoises.

2) That leads me to my next point which is the OUTRAGEOUS selective enforcement of the law. On any given road at any given time when traffic is minimal I would venture to guess that 50-80% of drivers are traveling above the speed limit and therefore breaking the law. The cops randomly (or maybe not so randomly) choose a few to punish. Which lawbreakers to punish should not be at the police officers’ discretion. However, with the state of the laws now, I do not begrudge them said discretion since it would be an absurd dog and pony show to fairly punish every offender, for the sake of fairness the law must change.

3) Laws that everyone breaks are simply awful for a civilized society. As I drove thorugh the lincoln tunnel at the posted speed limit of 35 mph, I was passed by pretty much everyone including buses that were easily going 60. WHY ON EARTH do we have a law that is not just broken by some, but at times is BROKEN BY (NEARLY) ALL. Aside from the annoying nature of these laws, they encourage law abiding citizens to see a gray line use their best judgement to decide which laws to follow thereby totally defeating the purposes of HAVING LAWS.

I’m not saying that thses laws are what is wrong with America or anything ridiculous like that, it is just another way that many other countries are more advanced (ie the ones that have higher [or no] speed limits, don’t ban gambling, drugs, prostitution or have any other silly, reprehensibile, paternalistic laws).

As a total sidenote, the cops I dealt with were perfectly professional from everything I can tell, but I realized just how terrifying it would be to deal with corrupt cops. After they pull you over you pretty much are at their mercy, in the extreme case, they could shoot you and make up some story why they had to. On a more minor scale, they can arrest you for just about anything and cover themselves later. For these reasons I think there should be very very strict laws against police corruption.


Sep 15 2008

Heads Up Championship win

posted by stevesbets

Thanks to everyone for all the support and also congrats to the people who had pieces/made money from this. I will post a tournament review at some point soon with commentary about my matches but I am too tired now. Thanks for all the IMs and emails everyone.


Sep 13 2008

I say my hell is the closet I’m stuck inside

posted by stevesbets

The name of song that has the first line above is how I feel about this blog. In my first month in NYC I have discovered the bloggers paradox. When you actually have things to blog about there is that much less time to blog. I have “so much to say” but I need to start with a tilt on Pottery Barn. If you don’t care at all about hearing my customer service tilts, skip the following paragraph.

Upon moving into my apartment I had to purchase some odds and ends. There was a pottery barn near me and I was also offered a ride to Ikea. I hate administrative hassles and mainly for that reason I chose to buy a few lamps, a mirror and a bookcase at Pottery Barn figuring they would ship the items with minimal assembly and hassle. Boy was I wrong. After being told I would receive the items in 7 to 10 days, I had to call the store after 2.5 weeks to try to figure out what was going on, they claimed I never paid for shipping and I was supposed to come pick up the items in the store. Luckily I had my receipt which indicated otherwise and they promised to ship them soon buuuuuut the bookshelf did not come in yet becuase they had to order it. When I asked why it was not ordered yet htey responded, “well it was but sometimes corporate headquarters gets in the way of the things we order so there is nothign we can do”. I don’t really want to tell the whole story here, but this sort of passing the buck was the norm in my dealings with them for abotu a whole week that ended with delivery of 5 of my 6 items (not the bookcase) and 1 of those 5 being incorrect. Every step of the way the customer service was beyond horrendous. I was told I would be called back 8 sepereate times, I was called back twice and the rest of the times I had to follow up on my own. They offer 3 hour windows for deliveries (how the heck do they need three hour windows to deliver 5 blocks!!!) and they did not make even that loose time frame on either the initial delivery or the follow up to pick up the lamp they had delivered in error and drop off the new one. For the latter delivery they were a staggering 3 hours late from the 3 hour window (so I had to sit waiting for 6 hours). All this left me beyond frustrated so I called to speak with a manager not really knowing what I was looking for. I told her that I wanted 50% off my entire purchase more out of principle than anything else and she offered 20%. I did not care for this haggling so she agreed she would try to get the “real story” and would call me back. She was the 2nd of the 2 callbacks I received (of the 8 promised) and she had the customer service reps I dealt with in the room with her (I think i was on speakerphone). She then proceeded to debate everythign I said even including the fact that I “Had no record of being told I would receive the items in 7 to 10 days)” I found this so absurd that I couldnt help but sarcastically reply, “Next time I shop I will exercise my right to counsel and have him draw up a contract specifying everythign the sales associate says to me”. The Woman I was speaking to didn’t care for this comment even though I feel like it was really necessary to make her seem how absurd it was. As she was going step by step through the errors passing off blame for each one to some “entity” that could not be controlled by anyone, I got sick of it and said, “If this whole call is just going to be giving me excuses for why no one ever called me back and pretty much every step has been inaccurate or just plain wrong then I think I’ll just send emails of my story somewhere else to ask for the refund”. She relented saying she was just trying to figure out what really happened and made a “final offer” of 40% off my purchase. I took it and hung up but I am still pretty annoyed with this. As usual I feel there was some age bias and my order would have never been botched in such a way if I were some middle aged couple that was furnishing my house. I don’t really love shopping to begin with and I do not plan on every buying things from pottery barn again.

Anyway, onto Business School. I am now through 2 weeks of classes and am taking a relatively heavy load (5). My classs range from fairly interesting to dreadfully boring, there are some thigns I think are worthy of note:

1) Across the board they treat you way more like middle schoolers than grad students. Every class has weekly assignments and every class also has mechanisms to “check” that students do them in ways that almost no classes at Penn did.

2) I’m frustrated with the way marketing treats their “studies” and “surveys” as fact.  I find when I look at the fine print forI always find the methodology dubious but when I raise the concerns they pretty much get brushed off. For example we were being told how businesses can measure the income of their patrons by taking their zip codes and looking at the avg income for those zips and that we would be shocked at how high income walmart shoppers are. This may or may not be true, but it seems to me that averages are tricky numbers to work with since they can be greatly skewed by several super rich people. I’m not going to elaborate further but a bunch of things like that kind of bother me.

3) Business Law is by far my most interesting class and it makes me wonder if I should have gone to law school. I can still in theory apply to fordham and do a JD MBA but I’m still not sure I’d actually enjoy law school, I may just like the small sampling of it.

4) I find accounting to be reallllllly tiring. I have trouble listening to anything related to the subject and getting through that class is going to be my biggest challenge.

5) Part of Fordhams core curriculum includes a math class. I missed the first class since I hadnt added it yet, but the second class was weirdly simple stuff. We discussed how slope is the change in y over change in x, and how to plot points on a coordinate plane, both topics which I have vivid memories of covering in 6th grade. I am nearly certain that everyone in the class must have learned those things at some point yet I was the only one of the 50 students not furiously scribbling notes. I am not a notetaker in general but still for these topics I found it pretty insane that anyone was. Maybe many students become robots during class writing down everything the teacher says regardless of whether they know it or not.

6) The first fundamentals of management classes was one of the weirdest experiences of my life, I felt like I was in the twilight zone. She gave out the syllabus that said our grade was based on a midterm, a final and a project. After everyone introduced themselves, she lectured for abotu 5 minutes about management processes then says, “now I want people to say what prodcuts or services they produce in their jobs” A few people had answers and she listed them on the board, but most people seemed unable to answer. I decided to go out a limb and ask, “Is perhaps the reason that hardly anyone can name what product or service they provide is because most business people do not produce anything, they just try to make money”? She stared at me like I was nuts and then jokingly said, maybe as a poker player YOU don’t produce anything, but everyone else does. I laughed and let it go, but I thought my comment had some validity anyway. So she eventually go 4-5 products/services that random classmates produced on the board and then said, “Now we will decide what groups will be for the project” bare in mind at this point she had given us no info at all about the project. She then asks us to each vote for one of the 4-5 topics she listed on the board (which mind you is totally random assortment of jobs of my classmates).Everyone seemed totally on board which really frustrated me as I had no idea what I was voting for. When I asked she replied, “you are voting on what you will do your project on of course”. I still did not understand how a random assortment of jobs of my classmates were the topics for our project or how we could vote for the one we wanted to do without knowing anything about this project but since all of my classmates seemed satisfied I thought maybe it was my lack of work experience at play and I was just missing something so I let it go. After class I talked to several classmates and no one really understood what she was doing or why she was doing it that way. I cannot really comprehend sitting through class and nodding along like I understand when a) the teacher is not making sense or b) they are and I simply can’t understand but them, I guess others are ok with it. Anyway, the teacer did seem like a very nice lady so hopefully things will clarify and there is a method to the madness.

I have way more to say but this blog is long enough and most people probably won’t read it all as is so I’ll end it here. Hope everyone has a good weekend.