
Maria Konnikova
Contributing Writer at The New Yorker
Contributor at Freelance
Only @newyorker writer ever to go on leave to play pro poker. Wrote some bestsellers (https://t.co/38nIBwyPUj). Co-host Risky Business pod. @PokerStars Team Pro
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3 weeks ago |
mariakonnikova.substack.com | Maria Konnikova
“The Leap” started as an experiment one year ago (give or take a week!). Thank you all for coming along on the journey, for your support, and for making this an experiment I want to continue. Thanks to my incredible paid subscribers, “The Leap” joined the ranks of Substack bestsellers, and thanks to all of my wonderful readers, it has continued to grow to an audience of almost 20,000 (give or take a few thousand!). So: thank you all, truly.
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1 month ago |
mariakonnikova.substack.com | Maria Konnikova
I lied to you: I said I would write about sleep this week. And I promise, I was going to. But there was an element of my time in Monte Carlo that kept eating away at me, and even though I tried my best to resist the urge to add my voice to a chorus that had already spoken about it, I couldn’t quite do it. I’m working on a book about cheating, after all; and when I see cheating-adjacent behavior, it grabs me and won’t let go.
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1 month ago |
mariakonnikova.substack.com | Maria Konnikova
Greetings from the air! I apologize for the long delay in posts: I’ve been at the PokerStars flagship EPT Monte Carlo series—which means days filled with little other than poker, sleep, and attempts at sanity-maintenance like morning yoga and sunshine. I did actually try to write something the day I arrived, off a red-eye flight from New York. Luckily for me, I did not publish it.
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2 months ago |
mariakonnikova.substack.com | Maria Konnikova
This weekend, my family convened from various parts of New England to celebrate my birthday, with my parents battling heroically to drive through six and a half hours of Good Friday traffic just to spend a day with us. It was wonderful and happy—but it did make me reflect on the oddity of celebrating someone for the one thing that they had zero control over, the ultimate example of sheer, dumb luck: the accident of birth.
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2 months ago |
mariakonnikova.substack.com | Maria Konnikova
I love eating alone. There’s something beautifully freeing about the lack of obligation to anything (or anyone), beyond the momentary experience. Food is one of the most grounding sensory pleasures we have—smell, sight, sound, touch, taste all there for the taking—and when I eat by myself, I can focus on every single element of the meal, without distraction. It’s one of the most Zen rituals I can imagine, where being present and in-the-moment pays dividends.
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