Watch this space for stories. (Updates to comments on other posts will be slow.)
Update: Tuesday night. This story, sent in by Jim D., is a must read. Statistical poetry! “I am proud to be a brick in the statistics building of the PRC”
Update: Wednesday morning. I went into a cigar store and met an elegantly dressed man: immaculate white linen shirt, white wool pants, a kind of pith helmet; perfect, if it can be believed. He said he had just returned from Barbados (where he has a shop called “Style 1”). He was searching for a cigar that “Put out smells the ladies love.” He did not approve of my CAO Brazilias telling me that I wanted to be a hit with the ladies, I should eschew them.
I told him that I needed to keep away from the ladies. He stopped short and peered into my eyes, then grabbed my arm. “I know. You need to ask to see their health cards. Any woman wants to be with me, she needs to show me her health card.” He then mentioned some other olfactory considerations regarding such transactions. So I said, “You care a lot about smells.”
“It’s my oils and smells that make me such a hit with the ladies.” And before I could understand what was happening, he reached into a leather bag he had around his neck and whipped out a vial which he swabbed across my cheek and then on my left hand. The name on the vial was “Jean Paul.”
“There. Now you’ll see. With your body heat interacting, you’ll walk out of here emanating smells the ladies just won’t be able to resist.”
He was right. I walked out, the air behind me shimmering slightly, and received looks from several ladies.
With all my scrubbing, it still took a day for Jean Paul’s effects to wear off.
Update: Thursday morning. I looked at every book in the exhibit hall. The good news: only two of the thousands were even closely related to the one I am writing. I’ll have little competition. The bad news: only two of the thousands were even closely related to the one I am writing. I’ll have little competition.
Dale Gilbert, in a guide to starting a used bookstore, advised locating your new store nearby other used bookstores. This idea appeared counter-intuitive to many because they feared the increased competition would be harmful. Far from it, a critical mass of bookstores in one location improved business; for one, by making it easier for customers to find what they want, by making the location a destination.
Same thing with books. Ten years ago, there was almost nothing on R; now publishers have entire tables set aside for these missives: R on Survival Analysis, R for SAS and SPSS Users (by my friend Bob Muenchen), Programming in R, Teaching with R, Me and My R, R and the Meaning of Life, and on and on and on. So you might think that writing yet another R book would get lost in the confusion.
I doubt it. I saw several people walk away with two, three, even four separate R titles. Obviously, then, there is still a market. I’ve got to find a way to work in R in my title…