Wednesday, January 30, 2008
By Stephen J. Dubner
If you go into the cafeteria at the University of Chicago’s Graduate School of Business, you will come upon a rather extraordinary display in the soda case:
It reminded me of a Mondrian painting, maybe “Broadway Boogie Woogie.”
As it turned out, the man responsible for the display was standing nearby, and we fell to chatting. His name is Derek (if I remember correctly). He is in late middle age, grew up in Hyde Park, and is himself an artist. When I mentioned Mondrian, he smiled, but said it was really Warhol that he was going for with the soda display.
It was fun to talk with someone who took such pride and interest in a work task that many people would not consider worthy of pride and interest. (Alas, Derek wasn’t interested in being photographed with his work.)
I know that the soda display drew me in, and made me buy a soda, which I hadn’t meant to do. On the other hand, I wonder if the Mondrian/Warhol extravaganza may be too chaotic for other customers, or even if some people may not want to buy a soda because they don’t want to disturb the display?
Here is a link to the actual article. http://freakonomics.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/01/30/mondrian-soda/
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Here is the fun fact of the week: according to my most recent 5k and 10k- the pace I held in each race is exactly the same. I should probably change that very soon. I suppose it shows how bad I am at sprinting. And there you have it folks 4 weeks down, only 12 more weeks to go- I think.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
"Would you still like me if......."usually I say things like: I only had one eye, I had a huge mole on my nose with hair growing out of it, I had no arms, I had 3 legs (I'd be one fast runner)!, I were French, but was still the same old freckly me, my hair grew like a horses main, or had a giant goiter.
You get the picture. I'm sure you'd all like to know the answers to these question, well the answer is no- he probably wouldn't have dated-married me. But some things we did find out or decide from these long conversations:
-Our boys will never be in ballet
-Bill never ate exotic foods like- Indian, sushi, tomatoes, sour cream, Thai .... until he met me.
-One frivolous purchase we are going to make when we get out of law school is a Dyson vacuum.
-Bill tried to race me down the mountain the first time we went skiing together- I had no idea he was racing.
-We will have a trampoline and a swing set, you can't be a respected Mormon without at least one of the two.
-We realized that our official song is Changes by 2Pac.
You get the picture: So what have you discovered about your spouse since you've been married?
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Did you know that ostriches live in the trees here? I know, it was news to me too. I mean, the trees are pretty tall, and it's pretty cold here. But they do, they mainly stay perched on the branches that hang over cars. I would know, because when I walked out to my car the other day there was so much bird poop on my car. Only ostriches are capable of doing that much damage to my car with one shot.
Speaking of poop. The other night, I went to bed at like 9:30 pm, and then I was woken up by Bill turning on lights while trying to find his cell phone. Do you know why, he was in such a frenzy looking for his cell phone? Because there was water spilling out of our light fixture in the guest bathroom. So he finds his cell phone and makes a call to maintenance and what do they say "woweee, the water has made it down to the 26th floor- it started on the 31st floor!!!!" So they come to clean it up. Anyway, so the next day I asked the doorman why so much water was leaking down from the 31st floor to the 26th floor. It was because a guys toilet on the 31st floor was overflowing and they couldn't get it to stop. Yummy hu?
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Since it was 5 degrees outside (with the windchill -10 at least), I did my long run on the treadmill which wasn't too bad. Here are a few artists on my iPod that helped me through it:
Changes - 2Pac
Rilo Kiley (of course)
Black Eyed Peas
Friday, January 18, 2008
Here we go:
They don't care what their hair looks like- hair straightener...what is that,
clothes and latest fashions are not of huge concern,
lots of them smoke, it's soooo cool to pop in a cigarette after class- didn't you know that?
they love to talk about international business and economics of obscure little countries,
they yell at you for eating meat and for animal cruelty,
they get in heated discussions about mathematical equations,
Today I heard a couple discussing their badminton teams, and who was on collegiate teams.
And here are a few of my favorites: they have the weirdest sense of humor:
They wear shirts that say, and I quote "If I wanted all A's, I would have gone to Harvard"
They laugh about previous interviews where they have to correct the person interviewing them,
And one night I was watching Throw Down with Bobby Flay, and he went to Boston for a competition with a Harvard grad who makes awesome sweet rolls. Lots of Harvard students came to watch the cooking competition, and Bobby made a mistake and one of the Harvard undergrads made the comment "That's how they do it at Yale-hahahahahahahahahahahha" All the Harvard kids were laughing up a storm.
These kids are weird.
Ivy league humor......it's interesting.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Here is my weekly running update, forgive me for being late (stupid Internet hasn't been working). So here goes. Last week I did a total of 42.2 miles. And I guess having to report my running is helping because on Wednesday I didn't want to get up, so I slept in, but since I knew I would have a blank on my running log- I worked out that evening- and believe me, it sucked. My long run on Saturday was great- it was relatively warm outside, and I felt better on this long run and held a faster pace than I did on my 4 mile runs this week. It is so much easier to run outside. So there you have it.
I just decided to post these pictures to show that we are bad to the bone- oh snap!
And for those of you waiting for a post on our Sacrament meeting this past Sunday, it is coming soon, so don't get your panties in a twist!
Monday, January 14, 2008
Happy Birthday Bill-
be a lawyer (you are at least one year closer)
insurance rates drop (so they say)
stay up past 10 pm
vote (viva Benito Juarez)
you are the same age as Atari
be a man
grow a beard
buy me a puppy
eat what ever you want
you are a quarter of a century old
learn to speak french and use terms of endearment like cabbage, flea, and weasel.
Well my little Cabbage, I hope you have a great day, and most of all I'm glad you were born, because now we can celebrate you every January 14th! Hurray for Bill!
Friday, January 11, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
So here it goes:
1. Say I love you at appropriate times. IE- don't confess your love with your mouth full of beef wellington, when you are breathing nasty morning breath into their face, and don't say it after you crack a mean joke. An appropriate time might be: on a love sac, watching the sun go down, when you have a dozen roses in your hand, after finishing the best hot dog ever, or before you go to bed.
2. Facial expression are important when you are confessing your love. Never ever ever say those three special words when you have your ugly face on. Try to reserve your confessions to times when you have a composed face: a smile, a wink, pursing lips, even a half smile will do. Just as long as it melts your special someones heart. 3. Be creative. Make a poster of candy bars "you are my "Big Hunk", I like to call you "tootsie Roll" I fall to "Reese's Pieces" when I see you. I want you to be the mother of my "Kinder Buenos" and boy do I "conversation heart" you (or use a conversation heart that says I love you)! You could even go so far as write I love you with glow in the dark paint on your bedroom wall (how romantic) or to carve I love you into a tree, or your kitchen table. You decide, it's your confession.
4. Learn how to express those three magical words in different ways. TI AMO, TE QUIERO, JE T'AIME, ICH LIEBE DICH, IK HOUD VAN U, I LOVE YOU. But what ever you do, it has to be capitalized or said it great emphasis so that the person you are confessing/expressing your love to knows that you mean it.
5. And last, but certainly not least, don't forget the I. You want that person to know that it is you that loves them, not the infamous they, or your cute wiemaraner...the point is to proclaim your love like William Wallace proclaimed his freedom. Be strong and proud and be...lovable, so that your certain someone will know how to say they love you back.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Total mileage: 35.8 miles.
I was a slacker and didn't run at all on Wednesday. Slap my wrist- this week I will run everyday.
How am I feeling: okay, I expected to feel much worse but my feet hurt- a blister on each big toe.
Until next week.