Me: Do you want peanut butter on a cracker or on bread?
Emma: thinks for about a minute
Today is the day of the Xbox One release. I normally wouldn't care at all, except that I had been asked to use my employee powers to get one for someone else. I tried to get one online, but the store's website only sells preorders, and the preorders are sold out. I had a lengthy and angry conversation with a customer service representative who refused to understand that I didn't want to preorder it, of course I can't preorder it, it's already been released, why can't I just regular order one?
In the end I escalated my call (yes, me) because the person I was speaking with was evidently incapable of even trying to understand my question, but her supervisor actually had human-level communication skills and was able to explain things in a way that made sense. The preorders are sold out, so I can't get one of them, but I don't want one of them, so I don't care. Regular ordering is not available yet and may not be available until the new year because reasons. The online possibilities exhausted, I ended up going back to work to assess the situation there. This is my status report to my client:( Read more...Collapse )
I was assigned the number 9:
- When I read Light a Single Candle as a kid, I became obsessed with the possibility of going blind out of the blue, so I went out of my way to practice doing things in the dark or with my eyes closed, so now I barely notice whether the lights are on or off unless I'm trying to read something.
- I still sometimes regret not having gone to Space Camp.
- Symmetry, patterns, consolidation, and order make me happier than they probably should.
- I keep a wooden sword under my bed to deal with home invaders.
- I've been detained by Italian carabinieri for trying to visit a friend in a hospital and questioned by Japanese police for pulling weeds at an abandoned shrine. Meanwhile, I was never caught any of the times that I have broken the law.
- I think I would have liked becoming an actuary.
- Even though (because of Emma) I've now seen How to Train Your Dragon a few dozen times more than I really needed to, that scene where Hiccup wakes up finding his leg amputated still gets me every time.
- Knowing Spanish sometimes feels like having a superpower.
- I often worry that I am not nerdy enough, and I actively seek out and study unfamiliar nerdisms to better fit in with my nerd peers.
The meme is thus: like or comment to receive a random number between 1 and 20. If you receive a number, you are obligated to post that number of things about yourself that you think people don't know about you. That I'm migrating this meme away from Facebook should be irrelevant.
- Humming:Cake - Love You Madly
It just occurred to me that the reason no one can agree on what to do about guns may be because what would be best for everyone to do and what would be best for a given individual to do are not congruent.
Though poorly written, Rock, Paper, Scissors taught me that most game theory problems can be described in terms of the Prisoner's Dilemma. Let us suppose that guns are Bad and that the ideal state for society would be if nobody had any guns. (This is, of course, a gross oversimplification.) But [other] people already do have guns. This is massively destabilizing. It's like playing the Prisoner's Dilemma and knowing that the other prisoner has already confessed (defected) before you make your move. Now my decision is, do I stand on principle and do what would be best if everyone did the same (Kant's categorical imperative) regardless of the potential personal negative consequences, or do I do what rational self-interest dictates: I defect, too, to improve my own situation / punish the original defector / restore equilibrium? It's the same as with nuclear arms proliferation. If other people have The Bomb and I don't, I'm at their mercy, and even though it would be better for everyone if nobody had them, the onlybest [sic] rational move for me is to try to obtain these weapons for myself.
What's best for society is for no one to have guns. What's best for me and my family is to have a gun, especially if other people have guns. Ultimately, people are going to do what's best for themselves, and the only way to win is to alter the conditions of the game so that self-interest is congruent with public interest. So far, American gun control legislation has not succeeded in doing so.( My political stances...Collapse )
I've been thinking for some time now that it would be a good idea to have an 'unplugged' week - no TV or Internet - at least once a year. We haven't been doing it because we hadn't figured out a good consistent time of year to tie it to, and with all of our moves we've had enough involuntary Internet outages to keep us sane-ish.
Recently, I've also been learning more about how artificial lighting jacks up the body's internal clock, and all the negative consequences of that. So my idea of an unplugged week now includes the idea of going dark. Amish-except-for-refrigeration, basically.
All that remains is choosing a regular time of year to remember to exercise this new tradition. Winter would suck overmuch because of the absence of natural light. In the northern hemisphere's summer, Mormons have a ready-made holiday to tie this to: Pioneer Day. July 24 marks the day in 1848 when the Mormon pioneers first arrived in the Salt Lake Valley. LDS congregations already have pioneer-themed events like handcart treks. So the idea is just to take that home for the week leading up to the actual day.
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NaNo isn't happening.
I have this test coming up on Saturday that I thought I could study for in three days. It's actually going to take five. I've got short paper to write next week, another test the week after that, and two large lab reports to do the week after that. And kicking ass in this class simply must take precedence over 'winning' in a creative side-project with an arbitrary deadline. If I were going to win this year, I would have to write like 10k words/day on the few free days I'm going to have this month. Not impossible, but probably not going to happen. (This post represents the first breath of free time I've had all week.)
This is not like my situation in 2011, when I had ten minute breaks between classes to write, I could write on the train, and when I got home I wasn't the only parent in the house. The number of hours I spend at work is not the sole or best measure of how busy I am. Writing with a toddler in the house allows a lot less sustained concentration than writing with an infant.
It's kind of a big deal for me to be able to admit my failure like this. In the past I've been prone to playing the 'I didn't lose, I decided to win at something else.' and 'I didn't lose; it turns out I wasn't actually playing.' cards. I don't feel bad* about failing, but I am failing.
Next year, I'm required to decide whether or not I'm doing NaNo by October 1st, not 10:30 p.m. October 31st, so I can do some decent prep and scope out my schedule.
*Well, I am having 'burst guilt'.