No, I’m not talking about the Dow. This is, in fact, the eighteen thousandth post on the WordPress platform for Slope of Hope. Incredibly, that doesn’t count the platforms Slope was on before. But Slope began its life on WordPress (having been in existence almost three years already) on February 27, 2008. And, boy, we didn’t know what was coming later that year, did we, boys and girls?
Would that the market were behaving in such a way as to inspire an easy, content-rich post analyzing its behavior. Sadly, this is not the case. It’s a testament to the Slope community that, in the face of that red-hot poker stick you see drawn below, we still have a thriving, dynamic blog on what is ostensibly (thanks to your insane host) a bearish blog. Can you possibly imagine this place during a downturn? (more…)
I’ve been meaning to mention this for a long time: since I live relatively near Google’s headquarters, I am constantly (every. single. day.) seeing their self-driving cars zipping around. They’re adorably designed…….
Yet I want you to know something: they go PRECISELY the speed limit. After all, Google doesn’t want to create lawbreakers, do they? So once these things are popular, just expect them to be rolling roadblocks, since the damned things are so obedient to the letter of the law. As usual, you heard it on Slope first.
I have a deep and abiding love for movies, particularly dark and depressing ones. Magnolia (1999) by the brilliant P.T. Anderson is particularly dear to me, and this one scene in particular is one which I have soaked deep to my soul:
Anyone who reads the news is exposed to death, both natural and accidental, every day. Proximity and familiarity, I believe, are directly related to death’s impact on our emotions. When nearly a quarter million people were killed in the Christmas 2004 tidal wave, I confess, I felt absolutely nothing. It might as well have happened on Planet Zutron in the Xerex system. Part of it, too, stems from the old saw that “One death is a tragedy, a million deaths is a statistic.”
I was, however, deeply troubled when I saw this on the front page of the morning paper:
A few weeks ago, my former boss from Investools (their CEO at the time) introduced me via email to a former colleague of his from Salomon Brothers named Nick. Nick was going to be in the San Francisco Bay Area, and he thought the two of us would hit it off, particularly since Nick was kind of a data god (with particular strength in natural language processing, a fairly hot field right now).
I told Nick to meet me at Coupa Cafe here in Palo Alto at 1:30. I don’t meet people in person that often, but I was looking forward to this, because Nick was very plugged-in to a number of companies at a senior level. In addition, I had never been disappointed meeting someone my former boss had suggested.