"Look, we're gonna spend half the night driving around the Hills looking for this one party, and you're gonna say it sucks, and we're all gonna leave and we're gonna go look for this other party. But all the parties and all the bars, they all suck. I spend half the night talking to some girl who's looking around the room to see if there's someone who's more important she should be talking to, and it's like I'm supposed to be all happy 'cause she's wearing a backpack."
She teaches at Harvard, and she based some of her research (and fairly self-evident conclusions) on playing the Hollywood Stock Exchange. I've been playing the HSX for a year or so, and I check it everyday.
What's your HSX tag? I'll add you to my league. Mine is Buckner400
By 
, at
8:21 PM, November 28, 2005
This is Harvard. We want you to help write a book.
I mean, we think it'll be a book. We're not quite sure yet.
Leave a post somewhere on ye olde blog and let us know if you're interested.
By 
Matthew, at
2:54 PM, November 29, 2005
What are the chances Harvard actually wants you to write a book? I bet they just want you to enroll in their grad-school program and have you make millions on their name and then donate liberally to their fund.
Also, I hate that you link a lot of stuff that I can't get to at work. How annoying is that?
By Master Baron Von Tuckenstein the First Esquire, at
3:23 PM, November 29, 2005
Brian: dancarlson82
Harvard: Thanks. Sounds good. Let me know what's up.
Tucker: Well, it's not my fault your office's firewall blocks porn. Tell them to stop being such sticklers for things like "decency" and "propriety" and "not going to prison for making your coworkers uncomfortable." That's just the man keeping you down. Fight back.
[Actually, all you missed were Ryan Adams press releases and a couple of Yahoo news pages.]
By Dan Carlson, at
3:51 PM, November 29, 2005
Cool, thanks. I knew it wasn't your fault. I should do a blog on webpages that I can't see at work, but I am way too lazy for that. What is the HSX?
By Master Baron Von Tuckenstein the First Esquire, at
7:14 AM, November 30, 2005
The HSX is the Hollywood Stock Exchange (www.hsx.com), where you can buy and trade shares of films, stars and directors, as well as calls/puts for weekend openers, holiday or summer warrants, etc. It's basically fantasy sports for people who don't play fantasy sports.
By Dan Carlson, at
11:58 AM, November 30, 2005
Thanks. That sounds perfect for you.
I have too many fantasies right now to start adding to them.
By Master Baron Von Tuckenstein the First Esquire, at
1:05 PM, November 30, 2005
Dan,
Thanks. Added you to my league.
Can you e-mail @ brianhoffman@verizon.net. Got a link I would like to send you. I think you'll enjoy it.
By , at
6:15 PM, November 30, 2005
Glad to hear you're interested. Send me an email at matt@milsoft.com. I'll send you the details.
...a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces....
O waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this most weary unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?
O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.
--Look Homeward, Angel
Conservatives are not necessarily stupid, but most stupid people are conservatives.
--John Stuart Mill
We have all read in scientific books, and indeed, in all romances, the story of the man who has forgotten his name. This man walks about the streets and can see and appreciate everything; only he cannot remember who he is. Well, every man is that man in the story. Every man has forgotten who he is. One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star. Thou shalt love the Lord thy God; but thou shalt not know thyself. We are all under the same mental calamity; we have all forgotten our names. We have all forgotten what we really are. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and positivism only means that for certain dead levels of our life we forget that we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful instant we remember that we forget.
--G.K. Chesterton
We were, for the briefest of moments, something greater than the sum of our uncertain parts; we were youth itself, in all its painful glory and sharp joy.
--August Van Zorn
--Stephen King
Film lovers are sick people.
--Francois Truffaut
