OK, where is it Mayor?
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phantom007
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The ANSWER you seek.....
is on the Non-BJ Message Board, several "posts" down from the top. I will presume to Agree! Certainly GG-I was very-well written, entertaining, and for the serious BJ player, hit HOME hard!
Still wonder what happened to his best friend???...or for the rest of the trip, for that matter???
I too hope for GGII!
Hell, I will buy a copy or two. Certainly should sell better than Cellini's book....likely will be a much better buy as well.
phantom007.
is on the Non-BJ Message Board, several "posts" down from the top. I will presume to Agree! Certainly GG-I was very-well written, entertaining, and for the serious BJ player, hit HOME hard!
Still wonder what happened to his best friend???...or for the rest of the trip, for that matter???
I too hope for GGII!
Hell, I will buy a copy or two. Certainly should sell better than Cellini's book....likely will be a much better buy as well.
phantom007.
The current status (and an excerpt)
I was contacted by a very nice young man, with some connections to Hollywood, and certainly a far better writer than I. We had a few conversations about GG, and decided to expand and re-write the entire thing, with some hope of making it an actual thing. Because of this, the GG is going to get split into several chapters of a much longer work, with it being somewhere in the middle. We had about 12 chapters in all, and I have written chapters 1, 3 of that new work (with GG being chapters 4 and 5). We gave ourselves a timeline of 2 years for this revision.
Here is an excerpt from an early version of Chapter 1 of the new GG...
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Chapter 1
I was in the mathematics library with four candidates, proctoring the Ph.D. examination in algebra - my area. It was early summer after my first complete year as an assistant professor of mathematics.. We were about three hours into the day-long examination period. A few years earlier I was on the other side, taking exams just like these at one of the top universities in the country. Now I was the proctor, the professor, the enforcer of honesty and integrity: the front line. I was determined to do the job to the best of my ability.
My first year went well: I participated in seminars, produced new and interesting research, was recognized as an outstanding teacher, and was starting to fit into the mold of a successful young mathematician. My wife and children loved the small town life, especially our sudden elevation from the poverty of graduate school to the relative luxury my position allowed. Bitter cold January nights and balmy August afternoons, a quiet and peaceful town - whiffle ball and cat fishing.
The great news was that I had a mathematical mentor. Winston Addams was the senior faculty member in the department in my area. He handpicked me for the position because of his respect for my Ph.D. advisor and the similarity of our research interests. He then quickly convinced the other faculty that I was the best candidate and shortly thereafter I was offered the position. In the months that followed my arrival, I went to Addams's house many times to discuss my research with him; his wife would serve us tea in the study as we wrote out equations and formulas in a rush to discover the next theorem.
It was a very exciting time. Life was good.
One of the students in the library, Cherif, had invited me and several other algebra professors to his house just a few evenings earlier. He served us a feast of lamb shank, hummus, and other Middle Eastern delights. He spoke about life back in Egypt and how much he loved algebra.
"This is what I want to do, and you will be one of the people I rely on in my research. You are a very honorable professor and I am expressing my gratitude to you now for whatever you do for me in the future. In my country we consider it a great honor to attend a university in America and we must express our appreciation."
We stayed late as Cherif shared stories of life in Egypt - the mix of wealth and poverty, the incredible and ancient culture, and the country's desire to become westernized - to be known as a world leader in scientific research and technology. Cherif's family was wealthy - they owned land outside of Alexandria, along the Nile delta - a few precious fertile acres in a wasteland of scorched earth. Now it was time to build a modern Egypt, and an American education was the key.
Back in the library, I noticed that Cherif had his hand raised. I went over to him. He said,
"Question 4, I think it's worded wrong. It should have this other condition in order to work."
I went away and worked out the solution in detail. The question was just fine as it was stated. I told Cherif there was no problem. Ten minutes later he raised his hand again:
"Are you sure it's not wrong? It should have this other condition in order to work."
I asked him why he thought it was wrong.
"Last night I was over at Professor Addams' house and he went over how to do all these questions. We spent hours together. When Professor Addams told me how to do this problem, it had this other condition."
And then I said the words that changed my life.
"Goddam cheat!"
I was contacted by a very nice young man, with some connections to Hollywood, and certainly a far better writer than I. We had a few conversations about GG, and decided to expand and re-write the entire thing, with some hope of making it an actual thing. Because of this, the GG is going to get split into several chapters of a much longer work, with it being somewhere in the middle. We had about 12 chapters in all, and I have written chapters 1, 3 of that new work (with GG being chapters 4 and 5). We gave ourselves a timeline of 2 years for this revision.
Here is an excerpt from an early version of Chapter 1 of the new GG...
=========================================================================
Chapter 1
I was in the mathematics library with four candidates, proctoring the Ph.D. examination in algebra - my area. It was early summer after my first complete year as an assistant professor of mathematics.. We were about three hours into the day-long examination period. A few years earlier I was on the other side, taking exams just like these at one of the top universities in the country. Now I was the proctor, the professor, the enforcer of honesty and integrity: the front line. I was determined to do the job to the best of my ability.
My first year went well: I participated in seminars, produced new and interesting research, was recognized as an outstanding teacher, and was starting to fit into the mold of a successful young mathematician. My wife and children loved the small town life, especially our sudden elevation from the poverty of graduate school to the relative luxury my position allowed. Bitter cold January nights and balmy August afternoons, a quiet and peaceful town - whiffle ball and cat fishing.
The great news was that I had a mathematical mentor. Winston Addams was the senior faculty member in the department in my area. He handpicked me for the position because of his respect for my Ph.D. advisor and the similarity of our research interests. He then quickly convinced the other faculty that I was the best candidate and shortly thereafter I was offered the position. In the months that followed my arrival, I went to Addams's house many times to discuss my research with him; his wife would serve us tea in the study as we wrote out equations and formulas in a rush to discover the next theorem.
It was a very exciting time. Life was good.
One of the students in the library, Cherif, had invited me and several other algebra professors to his house just a few evenings earlier. He served us a feast of lamb shank, hummus, and other Middle Eastern delights. He spoke about life back in Egypt and how much he loved algebra.
"This is what I want to do, and you will be one of the people I rely on in my research. You are a very honorable professor and I am expressing my gratitude to you now for whatever you do for me in the future. In my country we consider it a great honor to attend a university in America and we must express our appreciation."
We stayed late as Cherif shared stories of life in Egypt - the mix of wealth and poverty, the incredible and ancient culture, and the country's desire to become westernized - to be known as a world leader in scientific research and technology. Cherif's family was wealthy - they owned land outside of Alexandria, along the Nile delta - a few precious fertile acres in a wasteland of scorched earth. Now it was time to build a modern Egypt, and an American education was the key.
Back in the library, I noticed that Cherif had his hand raised. I went over to him. He said,
"Question 4, I think it's worded wrong. It should have this other condition in order to work."
I went away and worked out the solution in detail. The question was just fine as it was stated. I told Cherif there was no problem. Ten minutes later he raised his hand again:
"Are you sure it's not wrong? It should have this other condition in order to work."
I asked him why he thought it was wrong.
"Last night I was over at Professor Addams' house and he went over how to do all these questions. We spent hours together. When Professor Addams told me how to do this problem, it had this other condition."
And then I said the words that changed my life.
"Goddam cheat!"
Rob McGarvey
Well-Known Member
shit
when I saw GG I thought you were writting with Gambling Geek! Thank God as I read up the postings......
when I saw GG I thought you were writting with Gambling Geek! Thank God as I read up the postings......