Tiger Management

Lloyd Blankfein of Goldman Sachs Group Inc. had bok choy and purple cauliflower with his wild striped bass last night, and blueberries on toothpicks for dessert. At Lincoln Center’s Fall Gala, a healthful menu seemed designed to ensure long-lived donors. Julian Robertson’s search for wine proved challenging, as greetings kept him from the one area where waiters were serving drinks. He finally got a glass of Santa Rita Sauvignon Blanc with his first course, a wedge of iceberg lettuce. [BusinessWeek via JP]

A slot previously held by a certain Home Depot founder who’d better step his shit up next time he’s on CNBC. Read more »

And did! (Next time think about throwing in a tutorial on beating The Man at his own game and some tales from the crypt to sweeten the deal.) Read more »

  • 04 Nov 2010 at 2:12 PM

Julian Robertson Wants To Wage A “Fight On Fat”

At this point in his life, no one would fault Julian Robertson for not starting another career. He’s already had an arguably pretty successful one as a hedge fund manager, in addition to his work rearing the Tiger Cubs, to say nothing of his wine business. Still, he’s always had a dream gig and today he shared it with Erin Burnett on CNBC. “I would love to be the Obesity Czar,” Robertson said. Read more »


[via BusinessInsider]
No? Then don’t skip to 9:30 of this clip, where he slips it in that in “1978 or ’79” he and his wife took a trip down under and “came back with another child we hadn’t hadn’t expected to have made in New Zealand.”

robertson.jpg“New York City” dayA few former employees are learning that it’s a bad idea to poke a Tiger cub. That applies ten-fold to the leader of the pack, the inimitable Julian Robertson.
The Tiger Management founder had a tough 2000. The then-68-year-old shuttered his legendary hedge fund because he didn’t understand those newfangled gadgets that everyone on the Street was going so crazy for. Then, the New York State Dept. of Taxation and Finance slapped him with a huge freakin’ tax bill, saying he’d spent more than half of the year living in the Big Apple.
Not so, J-Rob countered: He only spent exactly 183 days in the city that year. And he launched an all-out war to prove it. Robertson and his staff spent a ridiculously extraordinary amount of time trying to account for the big guy’s every step nine years ago. In the end, it came down to just four days, including, ironically, tax day, April 15.

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