Big ups to to Ms. Snigdha Nandipati, may your future be paved in the ass of your choosing and a litany of highly successful series A investments on tech companies that don't bust before close of the first day. It seemed like just yesterday I stood on that same stage when fate's cruel hand dealt me the one Greek word I didn't know how to spell and that little brace faced tease Nupur Lala walked away with a joke of a word, "logorrhea". "Logorrhea"? Seriously, even Kyle Mou would've been able to spell logorrhea. Hell, it's the one word that practically defined us all!
Here's to hoping Ms. Nandipati does more with her short-lived fame than just wilt away, attend a second rate college like Michigan and aspire to play rugby and bartend. As for me, learning the correct spelling for "opsimath" just a little too late was the best thing that ever happened to me. Nupur might have gotten a set of Brittanicas but I'm the one who drank and whored my formative years across the globe in Brittanica's Learjet, hosted dignitaries and heads of state in my Adirondack chalet and had the foresight to see an Ivy League education was a bigger tar pit than a Kardashian. I admit it might have been luck to have shared a ride home from Dubai with Stevie and Jonny Ive but it wasn't luck that got me in at $17.71, it was smarts. Smarts that perhaps eluded me momentarily one fateful day in 1999 but never since.
Stay losing, assholes, if you need me I'll be in Napa all week bouncing some AAPL off a pair of 21 year old slimmy asses right before I drink the Pappy out of it.
LEW DAWG OUT.
PS - is that slimmy Noelle around still? Should've cranked that up a notch when I had the chance. Bet she's barefoot and pregnant these days.
