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Monday, July 16, 2007

fun weekend w friends and dispatch

I went to the Dispatch concert at MSG on Saturday night w my friend Larry (MHS and JHU). It was an amazing concert -- Dispatch reunion, 25 songs (about 3 hours!), and proceeds going to Zimbabwe. The problem was, somewhere along the illustrious Dispatch history, they picked up half a million high school kids as fans. I'm not sure how, since I was in college back in 2000 when they were pretty well-known, and then I thought they disappeared after their 4th and final original album came out around 2002. Apparently, they disbanded for a few years then had a huge reunion concert back in 2005 where 120,000 people came out. I think that's when all the high school fans emerged. See, i figured Larry and I (both in our late 20s), would see more of our ilk there. Instead, it was a swarm of 20,000 15-17 year olds. Not that I don't like high school kids -- after all, i make my living tutoring them -- but these kids were REALLY annoying and obnoxious, in ways Larry and I couldn't remember when we were in high school. It appeared as if they replaced smoking weed with taking speed, coke and other amphetamines. These kids were AGGRESSIVE, like at a sports event, roudy, loud and a little crazy. You'd think Dispatch, with their relaxing groove attitude would allure a much calmer crowd, but I guess the anticipation of the 3 successive nights of shows - several years of waiting -- made the teens anxious.

It could also be that Dispatch is from Boston, and many of the Bostonions had come out... and people from boston are generally a bunch of asshats. (not all, but most).

The show was great though. Dispatch played a few songs, then took a break to show a vignette video about Zimbabwe (filmed when they visited 2 months ago). They were good, encouraging, and wasted on most of these annoying little teens. They brought out some people from Zimbabwe to do some drumming and singing for a few songs, and even played an acoustic set sitting atop their beloved tour van, which drove into the center of the arena. They have 4 albums with maybe 45 total songs. They played virtually ALL of the "hits" and a few new ones, but we were worrying towards the end that they were running out of songs to play, and how much longer could this last?

Meanwhile, we were sitting in the front row of one of the levels, so people were freely walkng in front of us for food, bathroom, whatever. Halfway in, the nincompoops started all getting up and doing a bizarre conga line, jumping around, and, oddly, slapping hi five with anyone who would raise their hand. This was annoying since a virtual endless line of stupid little kids who probably dressed up for halloween last october continually came by and held up their hands like they were in a marathon or otherwise deserved a hi five. Well, they deserved to get out of my line of sight to the stage.

But it was a good night. We hit up the Gingerman afterwards (where NONE of those kids would have gotten into) and hung out w all the old Hillel hopkins crowd.

Later we hit up a 7-11 which, in China, was as common as Starbucks here. In China, the 7-elevens all smell horrendous bc they all sell an odd meatball-like fish thing - basically 3 tubs of grease with lots of small meatball things, behind the counter -- you eat (definitely NOT me) with ketchup. Luckily this 7-eleven didnt serve that shit, but instead was all decked out as a KWIK-E-Mart for the upcoming Simpsons film! They had a lot of funny decorations, donut signs, slurpee machine signs, and even the guys behind the counter were forced to take part with purple simpsons t-shirts.

Good Stuff.

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Friday, July 06, 2007

back in the NYC


I've been back in NYC for a little over 2 weeks now, and it is GREAT to be back. I didn't quite realize I lived in the greatest city on earth until I visited a LOT of other nasty cities. I feel like I kind of know something about the world now and can confidently say that NYC is really the best.

I've been to:

China - Beijing, Shenzhen, Hong Kong
Philippines
Thailand - Bangkok, Chiang Mai, Ko Samui
Australia - Sydney, Adelaide, Melbourne, Brisbane, Sunshine Coast, Kangaroo Island, Fraser Island
Spain - Madrid Barcelona
France - briefly Paris
Israel - Haifa, Tel Aviv, Jerusalem, Eilat
Germany - Berlin, Munich
Prague
Vienna, Austria
Montreal, Toronto
Puerto Rico
Budapest
US - Chicago, San Fran, East coast, LA


That's a substantial list... Europe is OK, Asia is horrendous, and the US just always wins out.

Anyway, some news:
1) Zak moved out, Paula moved out. I switched to Zak's big room where Maddy will be joining me in about 6 weeks (she's still in China). My little sister moved into my old room. Steve (the subletter) moved into Paula's room. Both of them wil move out the end of the summer and Maddy and I will get to hike up rent a LOT and find 2 new craigslist roommates who will make our rent the cheapest it will ever be.

2) Upon returning from China, i felt 2 things. 1) everyone i saw (IE, non-chinese people, all over the place) all looked familiar, like an old high school aquaintance. very odd. 2) I felt like a movie star, living the most luxurious life, as we went to a nice dinner and a regular downtown bar -- these are things you simply cannot get in China and returning to them made me realize how lucky we are to be living like this. Several dozen episodes of Entourage which i had watched on the flight back helped solidify that concept - i literally felt like those guys, even though going to a regular dinner and having drinks at a nice bar is fairly typical here, it truly felt like I was living like a millionaire.

3) The flight left HK at 12:45pm. (Before then, i woke up at 6am, got to the ferry with maddy and made it with only about an hour til the flight left). 13.5 hrs later, we got to chicago. The flight to NYC was delayed by 1.5 hrs bc of lighting, but it was ok because i was on american soil and thanking god i wasn't in china any more (as if i had just been freed from a POW camp ala rambo or john mccain). It helped to be sharing the flight with 2 movie stars: Maggie Gyllenhaal and her husband Peter Sarsgaard, who was wearing one of those baby backpacks that go in the front... that was pretty funny. I finally got back ot the apartment at 10pm with zak helping me and the big luggage I had bought had literally torn apart at the seams by the time I got up the steps. The entire thing was breaking apart before my eyes from the beginning when the rolling handle broke off of the main luggage just steps BEFORE we even got to the ferry. Chinese shit really sucks. I went to sleep at 3am after doing a lot of unpacking and cleaning, thinking I would sleep 15 hours since I had been up over 30 hours at this point. Instead, i woke up WIDE AWAKE at 7:30am, barely 4 hours of sleep. Made it thru the whole day cheerfully and passed out at 10pm. I got up at 6:30am, and there my new improved sleep schedule began. I've still been sleeping fairly early and waking up way earlier than normal.

4) I started running again, thank god. Jogging at 7am before it gets hot is really good, and exercise helps relieve the jet lag, which i basically avoided entirely. I'm up to 6 miles again, so that's good.

5) Benny's bachelor party was in Puerto Rico this past weekend. It was nice to see everyone, good to be on the beach, plus i won $250 at the casino playing blackjack, which was entirely unexpected since I'm too scared to lose money so I never gamble. THere was a minor problem with scheduling of the flight, as I was stupid and accidentally scheduled a saturday flight on jetblue rather than friday, and had to spend quite a few hours between going to JFK and trying to get on standby (nope) and calling at 12:01am Saturday to get a same-day ticket change which worked out. Still 30 hours in Puerto Rico was pretty nice and I didnt feel like I needed much more time than that.

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Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Top 20 Ways to Tell: You’ve been Living in China For Too long…


My girlfriend Maddy and I have been living in Shenzhen, China (about 45 min from Hong Kong, in the south) for a while. A little bit too long, I'd say, because a lot of shocking things have become pretty normal around here. We put together this list to convey some of what we deal with on a regular basis....


(20) Spitting on the table is OK: Chinese people love to spit. Walking on the sidewalk, waiting in a lobby, wherever. But the most exciting place to watch Chinese people spit is at the dinner table. Any dish that contains bones (and a lot do here), the food goes in one side of the mouth and the bones come out the other, back onto the table. It's pretty fun to watch.

(19) Diarrhea is expected: Every meal begins the dreaded countdown. Will I have solid poop later or will it keep me up at night? No matter what you eat here - nice restaurants, hole-in-the-walls, expensive, cheap, meat, vegetarian - you're never safe.

(18) You get upset when a store carries Chinese clothing labels instead of samples: Samples are basically the Calvin Klein, Chanel, American name brand clothing that is sampled out of the factory. Unlike the fake stuff, samples come from the actual factory that makes the real, name brand clothing for Calvin Klein or whatever. Finding them is pretty easy because many clothing stores simple get them and resell them, so you'll tend to find one-of-a-kind type stuff because they literally get 1 pair of those great Doc Martin shoes. The Chinese brands, on the other hand, are kind of crappy.

(17) Can distinguish between the smell of "stinky tofu" and rancid meat: I don't get it, but Chinese people LOVE their stinky tofu, which is exactly what it sounds like. It smells like poop and it is sold commonly by street vendors so you catch a whiff of it walking by. It is tofu but it stinks like shit. Now when I walk by, I know what it is and am not quite as shocked to find people eat it and ... enjoy it!

(16) Still can't squat right, and pee on your foot: This is a girl thing. The squat toilets (basically a hole in the ground) is the common bathroom here. Maddy says being able to use these toilets properly, without getting some dribble on your shoe, is still beyond her. Practice makes perfect, I guess.

(15) Not fooled by menus that come in English: A lot of restaurants will have bilingual menus. Problem is, the english is almost always a bad translation, so the dish ends up being disturbingly different from what you expected when you pointed at the menu to order. Tuna sandwich, yeah right. Try stinky tofu. Always order by picture.

(14) You can spot the Chinese people in a foreign country: If you can sit at a restaurant in Thailand and point out the Chinese people simply by their manners, (read number 1), you know you've been in China for too long.

(13) Standing in front of elevators is OK: The courtesy of letting people off an elevator, and then getting on, does not exist here. Instead, people congregate around the elevator as it opens up, forcing the people inside to have to push their way through. This is one of those things I hope we don't continue doing when returning to New York.

(12) Perfectly normal to wash food with SOAP: Yeah, you can never be too careful, but in this case, you'll probably get sick if you don't scrub the shit out of your produce with industrial level soap. But make sure you dry it thoroughly afterwards... the tap water will kill you too!

(11) Wear pajamas outside your apartment: Fashion... it basically does not exist here. It's so cool for a couple to wear matching outfits that a store downstairs actually sells "him" and "her" t-shirts on display like they are the latest garments from Tommy Hilfiger. But on a Tuesday evening, you will also spot people wearing their pajamas, walking around like it's a new fashion statement.

(10) You eat Cipro like it's PEZ and drink Pepto like it's Coke: Ah, good old broad spectrum antibiotics and the Pink Stuff. You can never be too safe.

(9) You are patient with Internet speeds slower than 1997 dialup: Since all internet traffic goes through censorship algorithms, and only ONE ISP exists (this is not America), you're lucky if DSL gets up to 6Kb/sec. Checking a website can take minutes, Outlook will time-out and think you're offline, and watching a 30 second video on YouTube will take, no joke, HOURS. Interestingly, BitTorrent gets up to a solid 150Kb/sec, which is pretty amazing.

(8) When Pizza Hut is considered gourmet Italian: I think that sums up dining here in Shenzhen. Pizza Hut is actually a very nice restaurant here, on par with some of the finer establishments. Sadly, even the best places serve mediocre food.



(7) A big night out with your girlfriend costs $30: Taxi ride for 2 to hot nightlife: $2. Dinner for 2 with bottle of wine: $18. Cocktails at hip bar, for 2: $7 Having gastrointestinal problems later on: priceless.

(6) Names like "Swan", "Metal", "Forest", and "Lucky" are perfectly normal: Chinese people tend to knight themselves with English names. Trouble is, they pick names they perceive as cool without really knowing what the name means. Girls love the name "Cherry". Seriously?

(5) You forget what the movie theater was: For the price of a single ticket to see Spiderman 3 at the theater ($11), you can buy 18 DVDs (40 cents each), including Spiderman 3. Yes, pirating is bad and illegal, but it's also hard NOT to do that math. We have several hundred DVDs at this point since we commonly buy a few almost every day from the dozen vendors right outside our apartment.

(4) Fake merchandise is expected: This is where it all happens, so obviously it's pretty easy for Chinese manufacturers to make crappy fake stuff along with the good quality stuff. Anything you buy here is not exactly "fake" like a Louis Vitton bag. It's just crap, and it will likely break within a day or two. Luggage won't even make it to the airport. Computer equipment is shady. DVDs are commonly bad copies (not bad quality, but they start skipping halfway through).

(3) Wearing the same clothes 3 days in a row is acceptable: It's normal for people to show up to work several consecutive days wearing the same outfit. I love this because I get to go days without changing!

(2) Getting your apartment cleaned for $4 is TOO expensive: Cleaning services charge about $1.50 per hour to clean. This is a bit more competitive than my sister's cleaning service for $50. Interestingly, when everything is really cheap, you become even more frugal. Example: A single cab ride could get you 25 bus/subway rides. $12 in the grocery store could buy 2 week's worth of food and beverage.

And the number 1 reason you know you've been in China too long...

(1) You've forgotten what Wikipedia was: Those crazy Chinese, always censoring and blocking your internet traffic. The most noticeable site that never works is Wikipedia, which is a shame because it apparently is the number 1 google result 70% of the time (according to a study I read somewhere). Sites will flutter in and out of existence, one minute YouTube will work, the next minute it won't. I think it all depends on China Telecom's mood that day.

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Monday, January 08, 2007

Damn what a productive day:

-I braved the crappy USPS to pick up a package they hadn't delivered properly. It seems every single person I meet behind the counter is slightly insane, a sociopath, and just the most obnoxious, rude piece of shit ever. Today's run in with the short woman behind the pick up window was no different. I walked up, passed my slip through the 72 inch thick bullet-proof glass window and gave her my ID and she immediately yelled "hold your ID." Because the woman had been consistently rude to everyone she came in contact with that day, I think she was used to saying this repeatedly so it came out sounding like "hoh-ner-eye-dee". I had to repeat after her to be sure. After finally getting the package and getting the f out of that godforsaken place, I thought: it'd be a good idea if the USPS hired some consultants to provide some insight on how they can do a better job while saving money and being more efficient. But then i realized probably the first suggestion would be to fire everyone that works there -- so I doubt consultants will be coming anytime soon.

- I picked up a bagel with lox and tomato

-I need to do a lot of printing soon and I don't trust me printer so I went to a few computer/printing places on broadway to compare prices. the most outrageous quoted me 50 cents per printed page as if that were a perfectly reasonable amount of money to pay. WTF? The bargain place costs 8 cents per page, but 25cents per minute of computer use. I'm thinking it probably makes sense just to buy a new industrial strength laser printer and call it a day.

- made photocopies of my passport, what a bargain at 11 cents per copy.

- I went to 2 magazine stores looking for the january copy of PCmagazine, which no one has yet. My article about Skype will be in it. Finally, my first clip since Journalism school!

- I called GHI to take terminate my insurance while I switch to travel insurance during my time in China. I called the regular number, hit 2, then 1 (for premiums) and promptly got A WOMAN'S ANSWERING MACHINE. This is fucking GHI we're talking about here, not 'mom and pop insurance co'. And after going through their menu it goes to an answering machine message like : you've reached samantha, i'm not in, leave a message. It was 10am so it was certainly not lunch break (yeah, I called one other time when they said NO ONE IS IN THE OFFICE between 12 and 1...wtf?). No wonder GHI and insurance companies make boatloads of money. They don't answer the fucking phone or they're off eating lunch all day. Meanwhile, I called back, talked to a real person, and found out the fax number I need to fax a letter to saying I'd like to terminate my shit. Jesus, could they make it more of a pain in the ass. Welcome to the way things were in 1978. I'm assuming they all have rotary phones and no internet access in the offices.

- Then there was radioshack -- I popped in to see how much an australia electric plug would cost... just the plug (not the converter from 240v to 110v) cost $18. what a ripoff.

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Friday, January 05, 2007

My computer speakers and my roommate Paula's cell phone have a little love affair going.

Basically, my speakers start humming feedback, like a buzz or white noise interference, and then immediately after they go silent, Paula's cell phone goes off... it is the WEIRDEST thing and just started happening today (or that's what I noticed. )

And it gets more interesting. Seems the buzz that hums in the speakers is different for when it is a TEXT message and when it is an actual phone call. So bizarre.

This is nothing new. When Maddy was here, her cell phone would cause my speakers to do the same thing, except her phone would be right next to teh speakers. Paula's phone is at least 5 feet away and through a wall.

Oh yeah, and it's driving me nuts.

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Friday, December 29, 2006

USPS still sucks...

if you remember, i tried sending maddy a package to china. i insured it for $200 because i wasnt too sure of the post office people and it was an expensive gift. of course they ended up losing it. i filed an insurance claim. the way it works is: the USPS sends an inquiry letter to china asking the whereabouts of the package. then china (nobody in particular, just the entire country apparently), has 60 days to respond. i love the inefficiency. and of course this is something i have to now worry about and check on every so often otherwise i lose my money. meanwhile, maddy still has gotten nothing from me because i figure fuck it, i'll bring her stuff when i see her.

so i just called the USPS to check onthe claim. turns out their ENTIRE COMPUTER SYSTEM is down. i called yesterday and the woman says "it's down, call back later." I asked "when's later". she's like "a later time." I'm like, real helpful. So i called back today and AFTER you get through their insanely long annoying automated unhelpful menu system, you get a recorded message saying "all our systems are down, try back later." God I hate them so much.

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Friday, December 22, 2006

I've been doing some reading. I know, crazy. I just read Ray Anderson's "A Mid-Course Correction." Here is a guy who is the CEO of the world's largest carpet manufacturing company and he decided to convert his business (which generates huge pollution and is pretty much the worst type of business next to paper-making for the environment) into a wholly sustainable one -- eliminating all pollution and any kind of 'waste' be it particles, pollution, or energy. He was interviewed in the film "The Corporation," and he is certainly a very amicable and respectable guy. The only problem is, he's not a writer. This book reads like a 200 page email -- or worse, like a blog -- about Anderson's views on the environment, which are entirely derivative of several big writers who he has befriended. His vision came after reading Paul Hawken's "the ecology of commerce," an absolutely amazing book -- but Hawken read 25 million words before penning his book. Anderson basically repeats a lot of stuff that is common knowledge in the enviro world, and through pretty bad writing he combs through what sounds like reviews of the books he read, ideas about his company, ideas on environmental issues, and basically goes over the same 4 points about 236 times by the time you get to the end. Poor guy. I think he's the best CEO I as a consumer could hope that these awful businesses have. I just don't care for his writing.

Next we have a guy named Bob Fellows, a magician and 'mind reader'/motivational speaker who I saw perform at Hopkins during our orientation in 1998. I'm not sure how many of my classmates even remember this guy, but he was awesome and I vowed to track him down and see another of his shows nearly 5 years later. I kinda did. I tracked him down (it was hard because I didnt even know his name, so I had to look through articles from orientation that were published inthe Hopkins administrative newspaper and lists of events to figure out who the guy was.) Finally, I emailed him about 2 years ago, a very friendly email saying how awesome his show was and how I wanted to see another, and asked when his next college tour would be in NYC. He wrote back, told me a show coming up and I, of course, missed it. So recently I did the next best thing: I bought a book he wrote called "Easily Fooled," which sounded pretty much like his show from Hopkins. It was a 50 pg book with illustrations, so it was an easy read, but Fellows goes through a few cool ideas about 'the magician's choice' where you ask the person to choose something (that appears like they have control over the choice, like a deck of cards), but in reality the magician has only allowed for a particular outcome.

Finally, I'm now halfway through a Bill Orielly book "Who's looking out for you?" I figured I'd give him a shot, just to see what he's all about even though he's a scumbag and, more importantly, an idiot. What is incredible about his writing is a) how he comes across as if he is omniscient and simply knows all facts always and knows truth always, b) that he is so insanely self-righteous, self-indulgent, and obviously self-centered, c) how he believes he has some kind of connection with the common man.

That, and the fact that he doesnt have a single footnote or endnote, or reference to any of the historical 'facts' he spews. sure, he could be right, but every non-fiction book I read has footnotes or at least a bibliography. And O'rielly is supposedly a journalist, which means he should be damn certain everything he says is correct. But obviously that's not true.

Anyway, the main thing I do when I read a book (and this is the one thing I learned from j-school) is to question everything. "how do you know that?" is one line. When you read something, a fact, a statistic, a story about a historical figure, a historical event, unless it is about the person writing it, or is inside of a quote, your duty as a reader is to ask 'where's the proof.' For most books written by reasonable people, it's not so hard. They usually lay it out for you at the end or mostly right there on the page "The surgeon general said in his report in 1962 that smoking causes cancer." Ok, fair enough, easy to check.

But Oreilly and all these other idiots (on both sides) who write books and the Michael Moore's who make their 'documentaries' are really just pushing propoganda -- it tends to be highly biased but can stray to being outright lies and misinformation. mis-interpreting something can be forgiven, but mis-representing the truth is really bad. Like mis-quoting someone, or taking things out of context which moore excels at. O'reilly simply doesnt read the other side or tells them to shut up, or cuts their mic.

I just dont see how anyone could read this and think any of it is true. For some odd reason, there is zero accountability for O'reilly - he can say whatever he wants about events. The most credibility you get from this guy is on page 6 when he writes some nonsense about the Pope:

"BUT I COULD BE WRONG." he says. yes, I suppose you could, bill, but I'd rather not rely on that as your defense. I'd rather it be something like "I didn't factor in the research about birds and wind turbines when writing about how they have no effect on wildlife" or "The scientist I spoke to about this environmental issue who said global warming isn't a threat -- turns out he was getting funding from Exxon, so I should have gotten a few other opinions before committing to one." Those are the kinds of "I'm sorry"s you get from journalists.

Ok, I'm done. I'll tell you how the book ends!!

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Saturday, December 02, 2006

TAXES:

Oh my god, taxes suck. And no, they don't suck like "oh man, this is annoying, I have to find 2 slips of paper and give them to H&R."

They suck because I am self-employed and have a lot of extra paperwork and stuff to fill out. I also am stubborn and refuse to have to pay someone to do my taxes -- it is so beyond me how the gov't could set something up that EVERYONE has to do (including lots of stupid people) and yet makes it SOO complicated that not even I (a somewhat smart person) can figure them out. That's bullshit and it pisses me off that H$R and all those other companies even exist. Obviously that should tell the IRS something: You're f'ng system is too complicated if an ENTIRE industry has been built just to fill out your paperwork. What a waste of time and money.

So, I think I can do it all myself. I spent many hours last night going through the 150 page document that explains the 1040 and another document that explains each of the lines of the Schedule C and how to deduct business-related expenses if you're going to itemize them. What a pain in my ass. I just encountered a gem in the instruction manual:

The time needed to complete and file this form will vary depending on individual circumstances. The estimated burden for individual taxpayers filing this form is included in the estimates shown in the instructions for their individual income tax return. The estimated burden for all other taxpayers who file this form is approved under OMB control number 1545-1974 and
is shown below.
Recordkeeping ......... 1 hr. 18 min
Learning about the law or the form .............. 24 min
Preparing the form ...... 1 hr
Copying, assembling, and sending the form to the IRS ... 20 min
Seriously, there is no way "learning about the law or the form" is going to take anyone 24 minutes. IRS sucks.

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Thursday, November 23, 2006

I wanted to send a package to maddy in china. I decided the post office would be cheaper than UPS but far more of a pain in the ass, but I figured I'd go with them anyway. Sure enough, it was.

I walked in with my box and tried to get on line. The 104/amsterdam post office is so insanely disorganized and inefficient, to the point wher ethey need a woman who's entire job is to walk around and answer questions and direct people to where they need to go. seems like a good idea except that it should BE OBVIOUS where to go and how to get what you need and see what your options are for sending shit to people.

I want to send a small box to china. Seemed like a simple request. She took one look at my package (i was re-using a ups box so it had a label on it already) and was outraged that i would bring that tainted box into the post office. "it needs to be covered over. you can't send it like that" fair enough, i said, but aren't i going to fill out some big form that will cover it over completely? like a big sticker or label that you're going to put onto th ebox?

"no, we need to cover it up."

i said OK, how do we do that. "you need a sharpie."
do you have a sharpie. "no, we dont give them out to people because they walk off with them."
i didnt realize sharpies were such hot commodities. but you're a post office, surely you must have some writing device or sticker or paper and glue or tape to cover up this section of the box.
she says "you expcet everyone to do everything for you." i swear the entire time i was diffusing the hostility, being polite, asking nicely. "let me see what i can do," she says obnoxiously and walks off. i realize its not up to her to do this, but give me a break, its a goddamn post office. i'm not asking for CVS, just a little tape and a sharpie in case... JUST IN CASE... someone comes to the post office, waits on their 30 minute never ending line, and has to change something on theri f'ing box.

i say "um, maybe i should just go to ups then," as subtle hint that a) you guys are fucking retarded, b) ups isnt that great but at least they have some goddamn sharpies and tape and c) it's probably worth the $20 in pain-in-the-ass fees to just cut my losses and stop wasting time. she says "well it'll cost you $30 there,... ill be right back"

she comes back witha sharpie. tries to draw over the barcode, and it doesnt work. the only sharpie in the post office is all dried up.

then she comes out with a piece of paper and roll of tape and tapes it over. great, now we're getting somewhere. i write out the address as she instructs, thinking this is odd because i'm pretty sure i'll have to fill out one of their special labels. i keep asking her that and she keeps yelling no, fill it out this way.

she walks me over to the counter and says "here, mr. lee can help you now. MR LEE?" she is yelling through the glass because you can't hear shit on either side. "MR LEE, he wants to send this to china."

yes, lets see if mr. lee can help me. he takes one look at the packaging and says "this is not taped up correctly, you need to ..." at which point the obnoxious but kind of helpful woman who is still next to me starts yelling back (not mean, just so she can get through the glass) "no MR. lee, it was me. I taped up his package. I did that..." but mr. lee pays no heed. he raises his hand to get the woman to stop talking and directs his attention to me.

"you have to tape it up better because something can get underneath this and tear the paper in half," he explains with another letter how that would happen. i think to myself "ok, so um, can you just tape it up better," but he simply says that and moves on. if Mr. lee sees this packaging problem all the time, why doesnt he have a helpful piece of tape so i may fix my packaging. or better, while he's giving me the lesson in packaging design, maybe he could just fix it himself.

mr. lee was nice, though, and didnt do shit but did continue to help me with sending my package. right after he yelled at the woman and the woman walked away yelling to herself "i taped the package up. i did that. you need the paper to cover the label. so i covered the label..."

so mr. lee says "ok, so regular mail." i ask how much. $10. ok, cool. can i insure that?

"insurance???" he says. oh, you have to send that parcel post.

ahhh, parcel post, i think. what the fuck is parcel post, what is the difference, and why the fuck didnt that woman or mr lee mention this.

and then mr. lee takes out a HUGE mailing label (plenty large enough to cover the ups label) and says i need to fill it out. jesus christ, this is exactly why i should have gone to UPS in the first place. so after all this, i was right. i had to fill out a big label. so i did that, add the insurance, and mr. lee puts it on the box. the total is $20, hardly a bargain and i bet UPS could have done it for $25 in about 5 minutes (instead of the 45 it had just taken me).

i dont want to get started on the post office. but suffice it to say, it is the most inefficient place on earth and makes the chinese consulate (which was fast, but i guess has a bad reputation) look like an amazon.com checkout.

god i hate you, post office. i hate you so much.

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Saturday, November 04, 2006

I’m running in the NYC Marathon this Sunday. You should all come out and watch, it should be a lot of fun.

This will be my fourth marathon and second NY Marathon. I’ve trained a lot for this one and I’m feeling better than ever. I’ve gotten rid of some of the summer weight I gained while tanning (burning) in Barcelona eating tuna and guzzling barrels of wine and wheels of cheese with old college friends in France. (I certainly gained no weight from my girlfriend’s cooking—whole wheat muffins sweetened with molasses.)

Running is a lifestyle, and training for a marathon is a lifestyle change. Consistency is the key to success. Missing a run one day is bad. Missing several runs or not keeping up the training can cause you to fall behind and not be adequately prepared. You probably won’t get a great body by running. You’ll lose weight, but it won’t necessarily show. Your resting heart rate slows significantly and your lung capacity improves. Your threshold for pain goes up and you rarely get sick.

But what is Sunday going to be like? Let me paint you a picture of the experience of running a marathon. You feel great for the first 15 miles. If you can’t do 14 or 15 miles without breaking a sweat, you’re probably in the wrong race. So everyone starts out looking good. Your motion is smooth, your legs are strong, your breathing is easy. 2.5 million people are cheering and it’s the happiest time. Then mile 18 comes along and all of a sudden things get painful and you fatigue. Your legs start aching, it feels like the route is entirely uphill now, and you start wondering why you thought this would be fun.

Mile 21 kills. That’s where you can’t ignore the pain and fatigue anymore. They are deafening and become all you think about. By mile 23-24, you begin rationalizing: it wouldn’t be so bad if I stopped this race right now. I’ll still have done a lot. I’ll still have succeeded and accomplished so much. You think “what difference does it make… I’ve done all the training. That was the hard part. This is just another 3 miles. What’s the big deal if I don’t do it.”

A marathon is many things for the people running it. For some, it’s a race. For others, it’s a one-time accomplishment, to see if they can do it. For me, it’s an attempt to beat my personal record. But for everyone, it’s painful.

Pain is generally a hard thing to describe. Humans are wired to not be able to recall the experience of pain. We can conjure up old images in our heads, hum songs we heard a long time ago, recite phrases. Even remember how things smell. But trying to remember how a certain pain felt is very difficult. Thank god.

Pain is what a marathon ends up being about. When I ran the Arizona Marathon last year with my sister, she complained that her legs hurt, her head hurt, her feet hurt. I turned to her incredulously and said “do you think this is a walk in the park for all those people behind you?” I explained that this race is special because we are experiencing a kind of pain that takes 23 miles of running to feel. It takes hours of hard exercise to attain the level of stress and sting that we were feeling throughout our legs. Few will ever achieve that agony in their lives. It’s not like breaking your leg. It’s a club that comes with a high price to pay in determination and discomfort.

But the reward… oh that sweet, delicious reward. At mile 25.2, with just 1 mile left, every step forward feels like you’re climbing a flight of stairs. An eternity passes each moment. You are at your slowest pace but you feel like you’re sprinting. The finish line comes into view and finally an end to the misery is in sight. But it is a mirage. It approaches slowly. It barely moves. You’re in a dream, treading water and going nowhere fast.

And then it’s over. Maybe you noticed a camera taking your photo and put your arms up and smiled, but maybe you were too busy drowning out the excruciating pain to notice anything. When I crossed the line last year after 4 hours 11 minutes, my legs buckled and I couldn’t stand straight. I kept wobbling and knocking into people as we made our way, slowly, to the street. Then I cried. It was easily the biggest thing I’d ever accomplished.

I’m hoping to break 4 hours on Sunday. The numbers are in my favor. I ran a 1:52 half marathon in late August, then a 1:50 half marathon 2 weeks later in miserable pouring rain. Both shoes were soaked, one nipple was bleeding. I ran a 5:50 mile on 5th avenue. I ran a 10 mile leg of a relay marathon (my 2 sisters and father ran the other 3 legs) at just under 8 minute pace.

Teresa will be jumping in and running a stretch with me, probably around mile 11 hopefully til the end. Feel free to do the same if you see us. I’ll be wearing a white shirt.

I’m ready for the burn on Sunday and I’m ready to have a personal record. Come out and watch. Check out www.nycmarathon.org and www.mta.info (click on the marathon subway map link). Or if you’re really lazy, just come to the end. Official start time is 10:10am so I’ll hopefully finish by 2:15pm. Go to the reunion spot under the letter “N”

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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

I'm staying at a Best Western...when you turn the TV on there is only a thin horizontal line of ligh. One of the two beds feels like it is literally made of springs and nothing else. Outlets were tough to find. But other than that i'm sure i will sleep fine. Also, internet is free, so can't complain there.

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Airplane security is the most backwards thing I've ever experienced. They still don't allow liquids on the plane.

I had a bottle of water – actually, a fiji bottle (see my previous post about bottled water), but it was filled with tap so i'm ok. The guy says no liquids. I said, but sir, I'm DRINKING it, clearly it is not a) volatile b) poisonous or c) explosive. It also is not a snake. And it isn't a knife. It's a fucking bottle of water. No, they don't let me enjoy my NYC tap water on the plane. I get it... they're just following orders. But I don't feel safer on a plane where the security is instructed to simply follow a silly set of rules enacted AFTER the fact. What pisses me off is not that they don't allow liquids. Fine, certain liquids should not be allowed on board. But water?? There are obvious exceptions, one being that if you drink your liquid in front of security, it's probably safe to allow on board. Two, “no liquids” doesn't make us any safer on board. It simply inconveniences the fuck out of everyone for no good reason. El Al is the prime example of good security practices. You hire skilled people (not imbeciles), pay them real money (not 8.50/hr), and train them (real training, not “press this button, then press that button”). El Al has never had a hijacking. They deal with quite a bit more terrorist threat than America ever has but their security works. They never made you take your shoes off or confiscate beverages before boarding, but their security works. Why? Because have a little more common sense than we do. You do psychological assessments of people, profile (not racial profiling, terrorist profiling... looking for signs in facial gestures, motions, things like that). The American way completely fucked up the notion of security in an airplane by following terrorist tricks rather than catching them – ah, someone used a bomb in his shoe, now we don't allow shoes. Ah, someone used liquids to make a bomb... now we don't allow any liquids. I watched as the guy behind me had to open his bag. The woman took out his ziplock with small bottles of toiletries and eyed one that was a slightly larger bottle and unmarked.

“you can only have up to 3 oz of liquid. This doesn't say how many ounces it is, and i can't measure it, you can't take it.”

“but its less than 3 ounces, look at it, its not filling up that container, its only partially full” the guy protested.

“no, sorry”

she's following rules, its not her fault. But the rules don't serve anyone and don't make us any safer, just more pissed off.

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Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Here's another example of how ridiculous MS Word is. It puts a squiggly red line underneath "lambast." I click it and it seems to be mispelled. They suggest "lambaste" and other variations. I know lambast is a word, and a good SAT word at that, so I do a Shift+F7 to look up synonyms in Word. Lo and behold, those idiots give me plenty of synonyms for a word they think is spelled wrong. That's booty.

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Tuesday, October 17, 2006

I'd like to discuss a problem I think is plaguing a lot of people, including my roommate who is smart but ill-informed and stubborn. That problem is bottled water.

People who drink bottled water in Manhattan piece me off for a variety of reasons. Let's go through some typical reasons why people drink bottled water and spend upwards of three dollars per bottle when they could get cool, clean, tasty water from our apartment tap.

  1. It tastes better: this is the biggest crock of absolute Bullshit I've ever heard. It is also one of the main reasons my roommate spends his stock options and life savings on bottles and bottles and more bottles of Fiji water. He claims it simply tastes better than what comes out of our tap. I told him he's completely full of shit and decided to have a little taste test to prove it. I brought out two identical cops, one with water from our tap and one with water from the Fiji bottle he was drinking from. Indeed, he was able to tell very quickly which was which, but this doesn't address a fundamental question -- which one actually tastes better (and what I mean better I don't mean noticeably different, I mean noticeably better). The other thing my spontaneous taste test did not incorporate was multiple types of water and multiple double-blind tastings. I decided that proving my roommate is an idiot did not require this much effort. Nevertheless, he claims that Fiji water doesn't have the metallic taste that New York City water has. The whole concept that one water could taste so much better than another water is absolute nonsense to me. We are not talking about the difference between Pepsi and Coke or two bottles of wine or two bottles of beer. We are talking about two substances that are identical in their chemical makeup. They don't contain any sweetener, no differences in flavor, nothing. It's just water. The only thing that gives it a different flavor is perhaps a cocktail of minerals and other natural contaminants in the water, most of which I'm assuming you can't even taste -- like arsenic. I tasted the two glasses of water in my blind taste test and as soon as I walked out of the kitchen I pretty much forgot which was which.
  2. Cost: the other thing that really pisses me off about bottled water is that once an imbecile like my roommate Zach becomes convinced that bottled water is somehow better for him, or taste year than our tap water, he feels it is a good investment to be spending two dollars per 1 L bottle. After one week of drinking water, my costs of drinking gallons of tap water is zero while his gets up to $15-$20. After a month, mine is still zero while his is $60-$80. And after a year of this nonsense, the grand total of my water drinking comes to a whopping zero while his approaches $750. Thank you Zak for contributing to this multibillion-dollar bullshit industry.
  3. It's cleaner: Zacks other brilliant argument for why he wastes tons of money on bottled Bullshit is that the pipes that bottle the water in Fiji are somehow cleaner than the pipes that deliver our water in New York City. I won't argue that our pipes are older, but I would argue against this notion of assuming that because they are older they must somehow also be dirtier. In fact, New York City water is among the cleanest in the world and tastiest according to some study that I'm not going to quote but that I remember reading somewhere in amNY or perhaps on the Internet. And we all know the Internet is full of hard data and bulletproof facts. In any event, we decided to look up just how clean Fiji water is. Apparently Fiji ran an ad recently comparing their water to Cleveland's water and implying in a snide way that Cleveland's water was inferior. Of course the people who oversee Cleveland's water supply took this as an insult and decided to do a little water testing themselves, comparing the two waters for contaminants and quality. What they found was that on the score of arsenic, Cleveland's water came up with 0 µg while Fiji came up with 6 µg of arsenic. Granted, the EPA allows up to 10 µg of arsenic in drinking water, but the point remains, Fiji is a bunch of crap. Now I'm not going to argue that some bottled waters are better for you than some tap water -- just go and watch "a civil action" and you may think twice about drinking what comes out of your faucet. But we are just discussing New York City tap water, which is among the best tasting and healthiest water in the world. And what pisses me off the most is this blind assumption that water coming through old pipes is somehow less safe than water Artesia and water in Fiji that is going through some water filtration system and bottling process. Our water has to be safe enough for 8 million people to drink, unfiltered, straight from the tap. Bottled water just has to be safe enough to pass an FDA test. I may be making this up, but who gives a shit, but I believe New York City water has to meet more standards than bottled water does.
  4. Energy and resource consumption in distribution: even if all of the above arguments are Bullshit, one major argument still stands up to the challenge of bottled water. The distribution system. Not only is water either free or extremely cheap in most homes in the United States, but remember there is a fantastic delivery system that has been built to give us the water in the most convenient way possible. I wish there were distribution systems like that for Pepsi or for bacon. That would be really cool. Just go to my faucet and choose a type of food and out it comes on to my plate. Unfortunately, this technology doesn't exist just yet. but bottled water is a commodity just like bacon or Pepsi, and therefore needs to be distributed as such -- through a complex system of trucks, ships, airplanes, and of course packaging.

Let's take a look at the trip a single 1 L bottle of Fiji water needs to take in order to get to my stupid roommate's lips. And while we're looking at this trip, let's consider all of the energy (in the form of petroleum) and resources necessary to make that trip.

It starts in the cool, clear Artesia in waters of Fiji. I don't know if it's a mountain, a river, or a glacier, but who the fuck cares. It's crystal clear and really clean and it tastes great, so it's worth the trip.

The water gets bottled into a 1 L plastic bottle. That plastic bottle was manufactured in a large factory that has to use some amount of energy and oil to create that plastic and mold it into that bottle. But let's just assume that is a negligible amount of energy. Assuming the actual bottling of the water is also a negligible amount of energy, which it obviously is not because the Fiji water bottling plant is not a perpetual motion machine. But let's just assume that it is.

Okay, so now we have a nice, smooth bottle of refreshing Fiji water. Now we need to somehow get it to my roommate here in New York City. It gets loaded up on a huge vessel that takes a journey across the Pacific or Atlantic Ocean. I'm not sure which. Fiji is a bunch of islands right next to Australia, so it's really fucking far away, and I'm guessing you can take either the Pacific or the Atlantic oceans to get to America. In either route you are literally going halfway across the globe. This requires an insanely large amount of diesel fuel to power one of those huge ships with large cargo areas that hold several hundred thousand bottles of this Fiji goodness. I am making a blind assumption here, but it's probably pretty close, that this trip accounts for perhaps half of the base cost of that bottle of water. The bottle of water costs about two dollars in a store in New York. I'm assuming that most of that base cost can be attributed to fuel, so let's make this interesting and fill our water bottle up not with water, but with good old-fashioned diesel fuel.

After our huge trip across the world, we've filled up our water bottle about half way with fuel, approximately one dollar in associated costs. Now the Fiji boat has arrived, but we can't praise the Fiji gods just yet and bathe in their watery goodness. No, that vessel is still stuck in a port somewhere on the East Coast. Its cargo must be unloaded (labor) and packed into a truck to be shipped across the country. Keep in mind, trucks have the worst mileage of any vehicle on the road. Far worse than any SUV or Hummer, trucks achieve a whopping two or 3 miles per gallon. In fact, heavy trucks like the 18 wheelers you typically see on the highway account for a third of all of the carbon dioxide emissions from all vehicles in the US.

So now our bottle of Fiji water, still untouched by men, has in its journey to get to our mouths helped to contaminate the oceans it traveled on, and the air it drove through. Our Fiji truck finally makes it to New York City, probably burning several hundred gallons of fuel in the process. For every 1 gallon of fuel burned there is an associated 6 pounds of carbon dioxide that is emitted -- for diesel fuel. But even if there was no global warming (which would be devastating to the Fiji Islands), trucks are emitting enormous amounts of pollutants into the air we breathe, causing all kinds of medical problems like asthma.

The Fiji truck pulls up in front of our apartment to drop off a shipment of bottles. It sits, idling for 30 minutes while the diligent Fiji workers unload. During this entire process of driving a truck, we've accounted for another $.50 or so that we had to pay for fuel. Fill that bottle up another quarter of the way.

Certainly what New York City needs more of is a bunch of fucking trucks driving through our already cramped streets, clogging our already dirty lungs with even more of their Bullshit pollution. New York City already has an air quality problem, the last thing we need is a bunch of idling trucks near my fucking apartment.

In the meantime, my stupid roommate believes that it is healthier and safer for him to drink this water. Of course, by drinking this water he is encouraging the Fiji jackasses to bottle more water, and ship more bottles, and idle more of their fucking trucks directly in front of my god damn apartment so that I can come downstairs and breathe in their dirty air and fumes.

In the long-run, the little harm that some of the contaminants in the New York City water supply might do to an unsuspecting regular drinker of water, is infinitely less harmful than the impact that a single bottle of Fiji water had on the environment and people it came in contact with.

So the final cost of the bottle of water is $1.50, for 1 L. My final bill may not be free exactly, but it certainly doesn't require any of the energy necessary to transport that 1 L of water to my glass. And on top of that, I'm not filling up the landfill with non-biodegradable plastics that will be there for a thousand years.

Oh and one last thing. My roommate smokes half a pack a day. Maybe if he focused more on not inhaling carcinogens and less on drinking cleaner water, he’d be healthier.

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Saturday, October 14, 2006

My SAT Experience:

I took the SAT this morning. As an SAT tutor, my company requires me to take the actual SAT once a year to not only see how well I score, but also make sure I have a sense of what my students are actually going through. It's been over 10 years since I last took the SAT, but it seems like not a whole lot has changed.

I took the test on Columbia University's campus in the business school. My ticket said to arrive at 7:45 a.m. I walked into the building and the first thing I am greeted by is perhaps the most obnoxious woman I have ever met. It's her job to explain to the arriving students that they have to locate the number of the room in which they will be taking their exam, which is specified by the first letter of their last name. This information is displayed on an easel, but could easily be missed by rushing students. So this woman's job was to basically say hello, point to the easel, explain what the student needs to do, and then give directions to the stairwell around the corner. This woman could not have done this in a more obnoxious way. She immediately yelled at a student in front of me, and told him he needs to find his name on the easel. He must not have heard and, because he was already holding his admission ticket, showed it to her. She looked at it and yelled "what is this? What are you showing me? Why you showing me this? You need to find your name over here. There, there!" She was the bitchiest woman I've ever met. Then she yells "go down the hall and through the X." Of course this doesn't really mean a whole lot, and I start walking down the hall looking for an elevator to get to the third-floor. What she meant to say, but was too much of a bitch to explain it properly, was that the stairs were marked "staircase X” and were down the hall and to the left.

Then I get up to the third-floor. I am inundated with maybe 150 high school students all waiting around in a narrow hallway. You could cut the nervous energy with a butter knife, but that would be cliché. I start to wait, thinking, this shouldn't take too long since it's already 7:45 a.m.. Then I bumped into a student of mine from last year for whom I taught the physics SAT II. He is a really nice guy and we chatted for a little bit about how he did and how everything was going. I kind of expected to run into a student.

About an hour later, after standing around waiting, they finally decide to start letting people into the classrooms. I have no idea why these idiots told us to show up at a quarter to eight when nothing happened for at least 45 minutes after then.

What really pisses me off about this whole process is that these students are incredibly stressed to begin with. They're walking into this exam a bundle of nervous energy. They have been working intensively for the last few months, maybe even six to eight months, on preparing for this one exam. They have been thoroughly tutored, have attended classes, have spent countless hours doing review problems and questions as well as taking several mock tests. A lot of them, especially the ones from top private schools, earnestly believe that the outcome of this test will determine their future course in life. But the sense I got from the way this test is administered is that the proctors and people running the show could not have cared any less about this. I'm certainly not saying these students should be coddled or anything like that, but it really seemed as though this experience was meant to ADD a ton of unnecessary stress to an already stressful situation. Proctors should do their job and not try to add their shit to the already stressful atmosphere. I don't believe this is helpful in any way because I think student performance suffers at a certain point. It is perfectly healthy to come to a test like this a little bit nervous, but once you're there, other things should simply fall into place and not compound that nervousness.

For example, why exactly were we waiting around for an hour before the exam even came close to starting? What was the point of this? What was the urgency?

The proctors are really the face of the College Board, and judging from my brief run-in with several of them today, they tend to be pretty obnoxious and not very bright, and not all that experienced.

So we finally were allowed into the classroom, our tickets were checked, and we were all seated. Next, the Proctor, an austere middle-aged woman, read us our rights -- I meant read us the SAT instructions. One line really stood out. As she introduced the test, she read "the SAT is designed to test how well you are prepared for college," or something similar like that. I will speak a little bit more on that in a minute.

The Proctor explained that nothing can be on our desks, no water, no food, nothing. A girl raised her hand. Could she keep some water on her desk because she has a really bad cough and her throat gets dry. No. Another girl raises her hand. Could she keep a box of tissues on her desk because she has a cold and has to blow her nose. Yes, that would be okay. I was amazed that these kinds of exceptions were made out to be such a big deal. Why the hell would a box of tissues on a sick kid's desk be an issue?

Also, unbeknownst to me, you are not allowed to use mechanical pencils on the SAT. What the fuck? I actually stopped in Duane Reade to pick up a package of mechanical pencils, (which was all they had), because I don't have any real pencils at home since I always use a pen. I could not believe mechanical pencils aren't allowed. Of course, consistent with the way the entire test was being administered, the Proctor gave no hint as to why mechanical pencils would not be adequate for the test. Instead, her assistant came around with a box of regular pencils. The really inane part of this is that in writing the essay, a 25 minute section of the test, using a pencil with a dull point is a huge pain in the ass and it slows you down.

And the test begins. The first section is the writing section, and the question -- yes, I'm going to spoil it even though after the test the Proctor said we were not allowed to discuss the question until after we got our score reports back, but I don't give a fuck -- was the following:

Do people achieve more success through cooperation or through competition?

I wrote a pretty solid essay that I couldn't have disagreed more with. my first example was the medical industry, where in order to become a doctor you must get through a rigorous series of highly competitive phases, beginning with achieving high grades in college, competing with your classmates to get into cutthroat medical schools, and ultimately getting into a good internship. I argued that this competition yields the best minds in medicine, although in reality I disagree and believe that because medicine is chock-full of the most competitive types of people, all struggling to outdo the next doctor on a given patient's case, patient care and the health-care industry in general both suffer as a result of the lack of cooperation.

The next example I used was Wal-Mart and how the market economy is a highly competitive environment that yields benefits for the consumer when businesses have to compete to offer the best product at the best prices. Of course Wal-Mart does this at the expense of paying their workers a fair wage and giving them health care, but it was a wonderful example for my crappy little essay.

Finally, my last example was the space race -- when John F. Kennedy said we'd put a man on the moon by the end of the decade. This, of course, was a competition between the United States and the USSR, but in reality the success of our space program owes almost everything to the cooperation and collaboration of all of the scientists who worked together in NASA.

I’m so good at writing bullshit!!

The rest of the test was by no means a breeze, but I think I did all right. Curiously, there was one short reading passage about wind turbines and their associated impact on carbon emissions, and another short passage about sea turtles and habitat destruction. I am a big fan of the College Board sneaking in environmental issues into their test.

I'd like to discuss a few of my ideas on how the SAT isn't exactly the best way to evaluate how well a student will do in college -- which is their claim. Ostensibly, you would assume that because I went to a top college and majored in physics and computer science, and then went to Columbia for a masters in journalism, I represent exactly the type of student who should have aced my SAT. I performed well in college and pursued a masters. But I only got a 1360 out of 1600 when I took my SAT almost 10 years ago. I would argue that the College Board probably does virtually no back testing to see truly how well its test evaluates how well a student will do in their four years in college. My father’s example is even more egregious – he barely broke 1,000 but he is one of the best doctors in Westchester and is by any standard a success.

My biggest problem is the essay that students have to write by hand using a pencil. At no time in their college career, I can safely say, will students ever -- and I mean ever -- have to hand write and essay using any writing instrument. Obviously all writing is done on a computer, and because most students these days are understandably and fortunately in the habit of typing papers rather than hand writing them, a good test would offer the same environment students would be used to. For instance, with e-mail, instant messaging, and Microsoft Word, pretty much every student these days can type 40 to 70 wpm. Most cannot hand write that fast legibly. Additionally, when writing an essay on the computer, students are used to deleting and rewriting sentences, phrases and words until they get it right and say exactly what they want how they want to. Unfortunately with the essay on the SAT, you have a limited space to write.

What they don't explain to you at the beginning of the test is that your essay will be photocopied numerous times and distributed to teachers across the country who will be responsible for grading that essay. In photo copying these essays, you will be at a disadvantage if you try to erase words and write over them because when you erase pencil it leaves a gray marketing that will make it very difficult to read those words on a photocopy. Therefore, my tutoring company strongly encourages students to cross out rather than erase. Well, you run out of a lot of space very quickly if you aren't writing exactly what you mean to say. Anyway, a 25 minute hand written essay in a limited space, written in pencil is going to be far different from one written on the computer. When I took the GRE several years ago, which was administered on the computer, I wrote several essays that were pretty good and comprehensive thanks to my typing skills. If I had to handwrite those essays, they would have been an illegible mess.

The other major problem I have with SAT questions is that the math and reading passages don't have anything to do with the real world (with the notable sea turtle and global warming exceptions). I'd like to see real math problems that deal with real issues one would encounter in the real world. For instance, a good question I thought of on my way out watching all of these students put on their iPods was the following:

Apple outsources their production of iPods to a Chinese manufacturing company. Ping works for this company and gets paid $0.07 for each iPod he produces. If Ping can produce 8 iPods per hour and works 16 hours a day at the factory, how much does Ping make per month?

Now there is a question that is more appropriate.

And who the fuck is EVER going to be docked points in college for not having a number 2 pencil or not bubbling in their answers properly. What the fuck kind of progress has the college board made that they haven’t been able to figure out a more advanced system that can handle other writing utensils. Its been 10 fucking years. Fuck you college board!

I think I should probably finish up this rant about the SAT so I can move on to more interesting rants.

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Sunday, October 08, 2006

My computer just up and restarted out of the blue about 5 minutes ago. No warning, no errors, nothing, it just rebooted. WTF? when it came back this was the error that windows gave me. It was like "you recovered from a serious error... details", so here are the details. Mmmmm. Ahhhhh. (rubbing chin) Now I understand exactly what happened. WTF??

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Wednesday, September 27, 2006

I was about five steps outside of my apartment building this morning when I was approached by a man who said something like, "excuse me kind sir, you seem like you have a kind heart," and a few other stupid introductory lines that I anticipated would lead to a punch line of "can I have some money." So I cut him off by saying, "are you asking for money. Are you asking me if I can give you some money? No I don't have any money to give you." I've lived in this city for 3 1/2 years now and at this point I really don't feel bad for a lot of the people who are asking for money and have sob stories. Virtually all of them are either lazy and simply do not want to work and expect people with money to simply hand it out to them.

I'd really like to play the following joke on somebody. You find someone that appears to be a beggar and is about to approach you to ask for money. And before they have a chance to ask you, you ask them if they can spare a quarter or $.10 to help you buy a Coca-Cola. I still don't have the balls to do this, but I will occasionally offer more than my curt "I don't have money sorry" and make a snide remark here and there.

one of the things that also really pisses me off about homeless people and particularly the panhandlers who simply ask for money as if they are entitled to your dollar bill or any change that is sitting in your pocket, is that everybody asks for money in one way or another, but almost nobody has approached me and asked for a job or work or offered their services in exchange for money.

on one occasion that I can remember, my friend and I were moving my couch from my old apartment up my new one, and we were struggling through the front door of the apartment building. A man was walking by and offered his services. He didn't strike me as someone who needed a buck, but instead just a friendly neighbor offering a helping hand. Well, by the time we got up to the fifth floor, his helping hand was outreached and he asked for money. This startled us as we wouldn’t have had him help if we knew he would ask for cash. I gave him two dollars for his 2 1/2 minutes of work. He scoffed and said "this can't even buy me a big Mac." so I ended up having to give him a few extra dollars, I'm guessing less for the big Mac and more for his malt beverage.

picky beggars are particularly funny -- the ones who ironically pay no heed to the adage "beggars can't be choosers". when I was in Chicago with Maddy, we of course went to get some deep dish pizza. I only ate three quarters of my personal pan pizza, and had the final slice put in a doggie bag. after seeing a few movies, Maddy and I decided to walk around Chicago and see the nightlife. as we descended some stairs, a man that looked perfectly happy and healthy pardoned us and asked if we had any money to spare. I said no, but I looked down at the pizza box and thought, I'm really not hungry and I'm probably just going to end up throwing this out. "here, you can have this pizza, I'm not going to eat it." He furrowed his brow and eyed the box, and asked "what kind is it?" As I open the box to show him the pizza. He looked at it and scrunched his face and said "oh I don't want that," as if it wasn't good enough for him. He left, and I turned to Maddy and said "that is exactly why I do not give money to anybody." What hungry person asking for money is going to turn down a slice of uneaten pizza? Well, someone who is not hungry, who is merely looking for some money so he can go and buy a drink or a lotto ticket or put the money into his savings account and 401(k).

a lot of people, good-natured people, believe that anybody that asks you for money or looks down on their luck, is hungry and can't find food. I do not believe it is possible to go hungry in New York City. On any given night, just after the big chains close up, you can easily find huge bags of uneaten bagels, doughnuts and that sort of food. I've passed this many times outside Dunkin' Donuts or Krispy Kreme's. And this of course is assuming you don't even have a dime to pay for a bite of food.

But I've never had someone ask for work. perhaps that is unreasonable. Why would anybody ask for a job on the street? Then again, when the hell did it become okay for random people to ask other random people for money to simply buy them things. I am certainly not knocking people who can't work, people who are particularly old, veterans, crazies, disabled people or otherwise handicapped people. But the vast majority of people who are asking me for money are able-bodied, under 40, and don't strike me as people who could not possibly hold a job. They strike me as people who are lazy.

What I'd like to do is put these people to work and see if any of them will actually work. I want to offer them jobs, low risk jobs at first, but jobs nonetheless just to test them and see if any of them are actually willing to do simple work, simple tasks in exchange for money. Unfortunately, I don't really have too many simple tasks that are low risk (i.e. I don't have to give them money to do them, like pick up my groceries or something like that). But I could certainly foresee a team who could be organized into laborers of some kind -- maybe movers, or painters.

Personally, one of the tasks that I'd like accomplished would be someone sitting on an MTA bus and jotting down "real" timetables of the bus. In other words, jot down the time and bus stop as the bus goes through its route. This could apply to subways as well. The whole point of this is to figure out more accurate timetables during certain times of the day and to analyze and interpolate this data to project more realistic schedules for buses and subways, rather than rely on the MTA's totally inaccurate timetables. I think this would be a pretty cool project, to recruit anybody that is asking for money and turn them into real workers.

But without ever even starting this task, I already know the outcome. The fact is, these people make more money in 20 minutes doing their song and dance on the subway than they would working a legitimate job for two hours. There is a ton of money in panhandling, and you don't have to pay taxes either.

for arguments sake, let's do a simple back of the envelope calculation of how much a typical panhandler makes a day. They walk onto the subway car and begin their introduction and entertainment routine -- a simple song, a simple poem, or just a cheesy, clichéd sob story about how they feel so bad for asking for money. This probably takes them between 30 seconds and one minute to complete, but let's say it takes them two minutes. then they walk around the subway car with a cup or a hat or an envelope or some other receptacle, expecting people to pay for the two minutes of bad entertainment. Based on my observations, the payout is obviously directly proportional to the value of the entertainment. A really good song or a really powerful performance, whatever it is, will get a lot more change and bills. Also, blacks seem to give more often, but this could just be because there are many more black panhandlers and races like to help each other out. I don’t know. (This is an OBSERVATION, not a judgment.)

So let's assume for a moment that this is a really bad entertainer and he or she only gets one or two handfuls of change -- maybe a dollar if they are lucky, but more like $.50. okay, so they get $.50 for about two or three minutes of work. That is on a low-end. On the high-end they probably get more like one or two dollars. $.50 for three minutes of work translates to roughly $10 an hour, and $80 per workday. For the medium-range panhandlers, that number can easily get up to about 200 to maybe even $300 a day, taking into account rush-hour traffic and tourists if they are hustling in the right places at the right times.

I don't know about you, but that sounds more like a salary than a handful of loose change. And this is why it bothers me when people give money to these people -- they're simply saying "yes, this is a great place to panhandle, since there are so many ready and willing people to pay you for your nonsense and feel bad for you and feel like they are making a difference in your life." In reality, panhandlers do have a job, and a pretty high paying job at that. They panhandle. They sell Bullshit and nonsense, and try to entertain by playing up to this unfounded notion that they are less fortunate than you simply because they are trying to make money on a subway and you make money in an office.

Which brings me back to the guy who approached me for money this morning. that evening, I was downstairs at the convenience store and who did I bump into, but the same guy. He didn't recognize me so we didn't really look at each other, but I did notice he was buying a lotto ticket. A fucking lotto ticket. That's what these people end up spending all their money on, lotto tickets, booze, and cigarettes. It sounds stereotypical, but there's a reason it’s a stereotype. Because virtually all of them drop all their ‘hard earned’ cash on crap that I wouldn’t spend a dime on (cigarettes or lotto, not alcohol, I don’t blame them for the alcohol). But cigarettes are expensive as hell!! My roommate pays maybe $30-$40/month for his addiction at $7/pack. Everyday I see the same people in my neighborhood buying the same crap at the convenience store and I've long stopped feeling sorry for them.

Don't get me wrong, there are a lot of homeless people who are down on their luck in less fortunate than myself. (oh yeah, and most of those panhandlers probably are not homeless either… that’s BS). And those people deserve help in one way or another. But I truly believe those legitimately asking for money for some food or whatever else make up a mere 1% of the usual suspects who are really ripping you off. And it is all those other people, the assholes who ask for you to buy their Chinese food because they don't feel like making that dollar and buying it themselves, who make it really hard to distinguish the people who actually deserve the money. So I never give money to anybody. Period. and I never feel bad about it.

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