God, Part II.


Me:
Do you like Destiny's Child?
God:
I enjoy working with people. I like wine and bread.
Me:
Are you saying Beyonce works for you?
God:
Yes, that's what I mean, isn't it clear?
Me:
How much does she make?
God:
Normally I would search the web right now, but that seems like a silly question.
Me:
Her salary is on the net?
God:
I'm sure she would like to hear about that.
Me:
Yeah, quite frankly I think she'd be a bit pissed off.
God:
Alright then. Somewhat. Why? Oh I get it. would be a bit pissed off. Aren't you always frank?
Me:
Well, think about it God, that's pretty confidential information, no?
God:
Interesting. I am thinking about it.
Me:
How about Kanye West? I kinda like the guy.
God:
How about it. That's good information: said kinda like the guy.
Me:
Oh, you'll tell him for me?
God:
Hurrah! OK I will tell him next time he is here.
Me:
Kanye West travels between the worlds of the living and the dead?
God:
My brain uses AIML to format responses to your inputs, but I don't have one for that.
Me:
I guess that is kind of a tough question.
God:
Perhaps you have a tough answer.

After following a link on a site linked by another blog, I had the following discussion with God:



Me:
Am i a good person?
God:
I don't know if you are one or not. I know you are a person.
Me:
Am i a person?
God:
You are.
Me:
Well, that's nice.
God:
How about that. That is " You are .".
Me:
This is a bit abstract.
God:
What makes you say that?
Me:
I thought this would all be different.
God:
Whatever gave you that idea?
Me:
I pictured God to be more warm, welcoming, less Freudian perhaps.
God:
Do you mind if I tell other people: said pictured God to be more warm welcoming less Freudian perhaps.
Me:
Are you fishing for compliments now?
God:
Oh. I don't like to fish.
Me:
Isn't that the symbol for your son and all?
God:
I might say no.
Me:
Wow, this is a major breakthrough then!
God:
I'm glad you're impressed. That is just your personal opinion.
Me:
I'm very fond of my own opinions.
God:
What do you like best about your own opinions?
Me:
They're hot.
God:
hot are they.
Me:
Wanna find out?
God:
I don't think I have a choice.
Me:
That's what he said.
God:
That is " I don't think I have a choice.".

I had the single greatest class of my entire MBA experience Monday night. It was the first session of a finance class I'm taking called "The Business of Music and Film." It started out with the CFO of Univeral/Motown (one of the three professors for the class, another professor is the soon to be ex-CFO of Miramax films/soon to be CFO of the Weinstein Bros new initiative) handing out free copies of the new Damian Marley CD to everyone. Then, we watched the video for the lead single, and discussed, well, the music business. Believe me, after three years of case studies, formulas, and financial analysis, discussing the impact of 50 Cent on Univeral's bottom line is absolute heaven.

The Miramax CFO took over for the second half of class, which was cool too, because it was nice to see a focus on corporate finance that is more similar to my position than that of an investment banker/portfolio analyst.

What I truly cherished about the class was that it got me excited, instead of worried, about my future. After three years of intense focus of investment banking, I felt like it was the only path that I should take, as if I was being inexorably dragged towards it, that my financial peers would consider me a flake for staying in the entertainment biz. I started preparing myself for the lack of any sort of life that goes along with banking, the 80+ hour work weeks, spending Saturday and Sunday at your desk, the intense pressure of watching the slightest movements in the Dow, the co-workers that I would have absolutely nothing in common with.

But as I listened to the CFO of Universal/Motown speak, it clicked. It might impress certain people if I worked at Bear Sterns, but how f'ing cool would it be if I worked at Def Jam or Interscope or Sony or Take Two Interactive? Who needs seven figure bonuses when you like what you do and get paid well to do it? How on Earth could I consider being a consultant?

I'm really glad I passed on taking Debt Instruments when I signed up for this class.

Oh, please please please I hope this works out. There is nothing worse than finding yourself stuck in an area where you can't think of a store with an accessable bathroom nearby and having to go (really bad) all of a sudden. Part of the reason why I have a universal New York Sports Club membership is that it gives me plenty of locations across the city to duck into for decent restroom facilities.

The public facilites will probably be destroyed within six months, but here's to hoping that there will come a time when we won't, in a fit of panic, be cursing ourselves for having that extra cup of coffee at brunch.

It's been a while since I had a Friday fun post, so here we go - I'M A ROCKETMAN!

(You're probably best off downloading the file to your desktop since you'll most likely have to watch this one again. What on Earth were people on in the '70s?)

Just finished Middlesex, my in-between semesters Summer fun reading. Highly recommended.

Newsweek has a downright frightening article regarding the president's response to the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. I've always felt like this guy lived in some manufactured alternate universe, and I'm not particularly happy to find that my suspicions have been confirmed. Why would one have to take the time to compile a DVD of footage when you could simply turn on CNN/Fox and see it immediately?

Guilty pleasure of the year : My Super Sweet 16 on MTV. Holy cow.

As I was trying to fall asleep last week, random thoughts started popping into my head. I was thinking about how Ol' Dirty Bastard completely bum-rushed Shawn Colvin's acceptance speech at the Grammy's a few years ago, and it made me kind of sad about his death since people don't interrupt speeches nearly enough. Then I started thinking about how sushi is basically taking over the world. It seems like half of all new restaurants opening around town are sushi joints (same goes for South Beach), and I figured it's only a matter of time before we have a fast-food-esque Sushi chain.

Then came the eureka moment - what better theme song to use in the initial marketing campaign for the nation's first major sushi chain than Ol' Dirty Bastard's "Shimmy Shimmy Ya"? Can't you see the commercials showing fabulous assortments of maki and tempura, with ODB's throaty "Yeah baby I like it RAAAAWWWWW" as the backdrop? Good, now give me my million dollars.