Quants

The SXSW branding alone is nuts. Let's ride around in a GoT ped-taxi. To end up on the 29th floor condo of the autistic Father of Quants (if you don't understand this, you need to go back to the maths). This dude doesn't talk, he just pours wine and orders tacos and collects art and rocks and owns an entire floor. How I find myself in these appointments I will never know. But I speak math. He wore an adhesive headband in honor of the occasion. Willamette Valley Pinot, too. Man has taste.