haemorrhage: SCHMERZEN. u. more Gladwell (love!)

holy crap it was so much pain :(
i couldnt imagine how i could deal with this pain if i aint twenty two
be adult-like be responsible for my own body ugh.

those 20 minutes i was hoping to be put into a coma
why wasnt anaesthetic used :(
like a line of magma lava thrusting busting spurting from within
or a knife cutting into my meat like you cutting a fish fillet
it was so f..king horrible.
and i couldnt make a sound to express my pain
and i couldnt sleep to dim my senses
holy crap ahahahahahahahahaha i thought i am a big good pain endurer
but this was SERIOUSLY too much blood and too much pain wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu T.T

p.s. amount of swearwords is directly proportional to the amount of pain i had.

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the ketchup conundrum is a good read chapter.
so sweet and sour and salty and bitter and umami all at once makes good food.
the best blend. so exquisite so delicate.
and i like EZ Squirt!

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'Yet how could you know, Taleb wondered, whether that reason was responsible for someone´s success, or simply a rationalization invented after the fact?'

'An old trading partner of Taleb's, a man named Jean-Manuel Rozan, once spent an entire afternoon arguing about the stock market with Soros, Soros was vehemently bearish, and he had an elaborate theory to explain why, which turned out to be entirely wrong. The stock market boomed. Two years later, Rozan ran into Soros at a tennis tournament. "Do you remember our conversation?" Rozan asked. "I recall it very well," Soros replied. " I changed my mind, and made an absolute fortune." He changed his mind! The truest thing about Soros seemed to be what his son Robert had once said:

My father will sit down and give you theories to explain why he does this or that. But I remember seeing it as a kid and thinking, Jesus Christ, at least half of this is bullshit. I mean, you know the reason he changes his position on the market or whatever is because his back starts killing him. It has nothing to do with reason. He literally goes into a spasm, and it's this early warning sign

For Taleb, then, the question why someone was a success in the financial marketplace was vexing. Taleb could do the arithmetic in his head. Suppose that there were ten thousand investment managers out there, which is not an outlandish number, and that every year half of them, entirely by chance, made money and half of them, entirely by chance, lost money. And suppose that every year, the losers were tossed out and the game was replayed with those who remained. At the end of five years, there would be three hundred and thirteen people who had made money in every one of those years, and after ten years there would be nine people who had made money every single year in a row, all out of pure luck.. Niederhoffer, like Buffett and Soros, was a brilliant man. He had a PhD in economics from the University of Chicago. He had pioneered the idea that through close mathematical analysis of patterns in the market an investor could identify profitable anomalies. But who was to say that he wasn't one of those lucky nine? And who was to say that in the eleventh year Niederhoffer would be one of the unlucky ones, who suddenly lost it all, who suddenly, as they say on Wall Street, "blew up"?'

--from Blowing Up, What the Dog Saw, Malcolm Gladwell

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so fated. so gefährlich. so random. so ´Fooled by Randomness´ lol
so rare im quite in love with non fiction slash non lit
malcolm rocks. newyorker rocks.

or maybe i just need a heavy does of english, read or type. hilarious.