Ayt ya all, thiz iz the shiznit on da Game

lets muck around with some game theory now. lets try to address a problem troubling niggers and beotches the world around: to play or not to play

seen in a certain way romance really is a game, one about math really. playin is essentially what is termed a prisoner's dilemma


Figure 1


figure 1 is called a pay-off matrix. the numbers try to quantify how much benefit the person gets out of the interaction. a 2 would mean a "win" situation, a 1 is "could be better" and a 0 means "loser"

non-playahs by definition look for commitment and offer commitment. therefore if X chooses not to be a playah the best outcome for him would be if he met Y and Y was also a non-playah. this is the lower-right box in the matrix. thus it would be a "win-win" situation. they are in the hizzie

playaz on the other hand would not be better off if they met a fellow playah. nobody likes to be played, even playaz. so if X chose to be a playah and she encountered Y who also happened to be a playah, they might have fun but eventually leave each other unsatisfied because of mutual playin, as can be seen in the upper left box. there fore the situation for both is "could be better"

if a playah meets a non-playah, the playah is the big winner hands down, and the non-playah is the sucker. you can see this in the upper-right and lower-left boxes where the playah "wins" and the non-playah gets whippt fo' shizzle

so if this is the human condition with respect to how people get some, whats a nizzle to do? according to the nash equilibrium (john nash, the beautiful mind dude), people will go with the alternative where, on average they get the most benefit. looking at our matrix, being a playah you have an expected value of 1.5 for each game, while non-playaz get only an average of 1. therefore the equilibrium point would be the upper-left box where both try to play each other. its an equilibrium because if either one changes strategy they become losers, so they would tend to stick to being playaz.

and so if the world really is about being selfish and looking out for your own good, everyone would probably be playaz because, it seems, that is the shiznit

is there a better solution? well actually game theory offers us other options. one strategy involves being nice while the other involves dice, but i'll be elabiratizzilating da mo' fizzy sumthingz later

meanwhile, go gizoogle sumthin

sweet verse


never read hamlet and i dont plan to but this part is good:

Yet here, Laertes! Aboard, aboard for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay'd for.
There ... my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts in thy memory
Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg’d comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel but, being in,
Bear't that th' opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgement.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!


never read yeats either but this one is cute:

the second coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?


and of course there are native masters:

sa silong ni kaka may taong nakadapa
kaya pala nakadapa naninilip ng palaka
palakang may buhok ngipin ay nakalubog
kulay niya ay itim hindi naman sunog

new order

last entry for 2005 (mixed media)


if you don't understand most things at all, you could be an imbecile
if you don't understand most things but you have talent, you could be an artist
if you understand most things and you have talent, you could be a scientist
if you understand EVERYTHING, you could be schizophrenic