Spice King of Zanzibar
Trading in cloves, cardamom, and social capital.
A kingdom is just a guest list with better branding.
This one has no borders, no army, and no discernible economy. Membership is hereditary, in the sense that someone already in it has to bring you. The qualifications are kindness, open-mindedness, and a functioning sense of the absurd.
Exhibit A: Sergey Brin at my Halloween party
Exhibit B: someone's DJ set at my house went ninety minutes past what the neighbors had agreed to. That's Steve Huffman.
Good events. With good people.
I price risk for a living. Probabilistic markets, asymmetric bets, the occasional catastrophic misread of a situation.
Parties are the same job with better lighting. You're guessing who should meet whom, what happens at 1am, whether 400 people fit in a house. Most of the guesses are wrong. The ones that land are worth all the ones that don't.
Lately: poker, mostly. And a few things I'm not ready to talk about.
To the right: The one time I tried to launch a gaming console.
The Kingdom entertains proposals for co-hosting, sponsorship, and unlikely collaborations. Tribute optional but noted.
