It is official, I have a summer job in addition to being Mount Sinai's bitch: it is called Party Poker.

I am not a gambler. I am not exactly entirely risk averse, I will take a fair gamble, but I like it better when I can skew the odds in my favor, ie when E(pstate1) + E(pstate2) > 0. See, I did learn something in my fucking economics of uncertainty and information class but my professor still screwed me. Anyway, I was approached by this guy who offered to teach me how to play advanced poker and give me money to get me started in exchange for 15% of my rake should I win. I'm humoring him and going for it. What have I got to lose? Not all that much. What have I got to learn? I whole lot, provided I don't get thrown into jail for tax evasion. I will be writing a separate blog about my experience, and will link it on the side. It will replace the New York Times link.

I plan on detailing my learning experience, as well as any successes (or lack of successes) I have while embarking on this journey of seedy online casino gambling. This whole experience will culminate approximately one year from now when Ted and I go to Las Vegas to exercise our new age-of-majority legal status and play for real on a table (hopefully where the buy-in does NOT cost my law school tuition).

Here goes nothing.