When you ask people to teach you to fish, but they insist on giving you fish anyway (even if teaching you to fish is less expensive).
Why is it a “prologue” instead of a “prelogue”?
- I have taken off in more airplanes than I have landed in.
- I have married more people (3) than have married me (2).
- Kaiten dim sum
- Kaiten tapas
- Rent-a-tank (surprisingly, not available in Las Vegas)
To get the kids to memorize something (e.g., parent’s phone number) or learn to spell a difficult word: Make it the password on the living room (i.e., TV) PC.
I tried Uber for the first time while I was in Boston. I look at the world as many geeks tend to… we wonder or wish that technology could be better applied to everyday life. Uber does exactly that.
- Register a credit card. No cash changes hands.
- Before your ride, you can see where cars in your area are and get an estimate as to how long it’ll take for the cars to get there.
- You get a text when your car is a minute away.
- The driver has a smart phone, and therefore a GPS, and unlike normal taxi drivers, is not afraid to use it.
- Receipt is delivered in email.
- You can rate your driver / see your driver’s rating.
- Get a fare estimate online.
- … and I’m sure there are a bunch more if I actually bothered reading their web site.
Really, if taxi companies want to compete with these kinds of car services, they should use technology instead of the courts.
The MIT Mystery Hunt this year started off as the 33rd Annual Conference on Maturing Young Scientific Theories: Emerging Resolutions for Yielding Heuristic Unphysics using Noncomputation Techniques, with an Abstract that clued “COMETOTHEHUNT”. We soon found ourselves in a Wonderland variant called Alice Shrugged (a play on the name of the winning team, which was [the entire text of Atlas Shrugged]). I managed to contribute to solving 1 puzzle (a logic puzzle wrapped in an end of curling, and no, being Canadian didn’t help at all). I contributed to a bunch of other ones, mainly by organizing spreadsheets, using formulas, and insisting that people use a fixed width font.
I’ve come to realize that participating in the MIT Mystery Hunt is like submitting to the operation they performed on Algernon (well, Charlie, but normal readers will be more likely to identify the meme through Algernon). My brain starts off slow, but accelerates at an astounding rate as I progress through the weekend, both making incredible leaps of intuition and reaching solid logical conclusions.
Back at work on Monday, all the challenges I’ve previously struggled with are child’s play. I reach my quarterly goals in a day.
By Tuesday, I can accomplish what used to be impossible for me. Only fellow hunters can follow my logic. Co-workers shake their heads and turn away, uncomprehending.
By Wednesday, I can accomplish what used to be impossible. I shake my head in pity that my insights can’t be understood by the world. Like really, our CEO hasn’t named me as his successor nor has the stock price tripled based on the sheer brilliance of my ideas. What gives? I consider quitting and searching for a cure for cancer. But there’s trouble in paradise (not to mention Wonderland). I feel like I’m missing something.
On Thursday, I stare at my notes for the cure and give up. I question whether I’ve actually accomplished my quarterly goals. I’m glad I didn’t hit “send” on my resignation letter. My co-workers regard me with a mixture of fear and pity.
By Friday, it’s back to the same semi-dazed Nick that everyone is accustomed to, who only remembers that he used to be able to actually think and do things (and to think you used to wonder how PHBs came into being).
Tried to do some online shopping at a site called “a strip mall in the real word”. Unwieldy name, but I guess all the good domains were taken. Anyway:
- No search function
- …. no product reviews
- … no product specs
- … I couldn’t find the real-time chat-with-an-agent function
- … their security was awful. If I looked around, I could see the shopping carts of other visitors to the site. I bet if I looked closely I could see their credit cards
- … and all that was just at one store… when I changed tabs to visit another, I somehow got rained and snowed on.
Really, this “in real life” ambiance that they hawk at you is severely overrated.
I think I may have found a new way to get the waiter / bartender to understand that I really want to order a random martini:
Nick: I’d like a martini please.
Waiter: What kind?
Nick: Whatever the bartender makes best.
Waiter: Do you prefer gin? Vodka?
Nick: I prefer to be surprised.
Merry Christmas to me: Another item crossed off the bucket list: See the (albeit faint) Northern Lights.
Merry Christmas to all. And to all a good night.
Some notes from fall school vacation 2013
- Said on the cruise ship, the morning before driving from Rome to Winterthur: “I could have one Bloody Mary now and not mind how bad the Italians drive. Or, I could have two Bloody Mary’s and drive like they do.” “I think it would take three.”
- Cruise destinations:
- Messina, Sicily
- Piraes (Athens), Greece
- Kusadasi (Ephesus), Turkey
- Chania, Crete, Greece
- Road trip notes / stops on the way to the cruise.
- San Gotthard pass
- La Spezia / Cinque Terre
- San Gimignano
- San Bernadino tunnel (on the way back)
I’m reading advice on giving presentations. Putting “imagine your audience naked” right after “practice in front of a mirror”… not helpful.
Friend: My psychologist says I have obsessive compulsive tendencies. I don’t know what she means.
Nick: I’ve decided that I don’t have OCD. I have CDO. It’s very much like OCD… except with the letters properly alphabetized.
I wish I could keep the pictures I take with the camera(s) in my dreams.
… for getting what she wants from dad.
- Words are power
- Work hard
- Be smart
- No cute
- No whining or crying
I’ve been reading a lot of articles about networking recently. Many of them mention that meeting new people requires confidence; don’t fear failure, just do it. Lack of confidence, however, is not what stops me (at least that’s what I tell myself). I’m generally happy / happier to be left alone. I don’t approach people because, in the same circumstances, I wouldn’t want to be approached by someone; I’m afraid of annoying them.
I think in Fahrenheit when I’m in Boston / the US and Celsius in Switzerland. I just realized that my thoughts on how comfortable the temperature is are not apples to apples. I think of x Fahrenheit in Boston as implying ~75% humidity and y Celsius in Switzerland as implying ~30% humidity.