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Grey Skills And The Art Of The Chinese Interview

The funny folks over at Dealbreaker recently spotted an interesting article in the South China Morning Post that highlighted the growing importance of  ”grey skills” for Chinese job applicants.  Apparently, grey skills involve the ability to binge drink, play mahjong, and other irrelevant and sometimes body-destroying capabilities.  The pic above shows a couple of job seekers whose most recent round of interviews involved what I’m guessing was either egregious amounts of booze or a battle to the death for that last job spot.

h/t JJ for the scoop.

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Doggie Jetlag

For those who ever wondered whether dogs suffered from jetlag:

This was taken the day after Hurley arrived in Chicago.  Airline rules stipulate that pets cannot be transported in the cargo hold if temperatures are below 45 degrees fahrenheit at either the departing or arriving airport, so she had to head home a couple months ahead of Lizzi and me.  Luckily, she was welcomed into the loving arms of my SIL and future BIL, so she can now be spotted gracing the streets of the Bucktown/Wicker Park area.  I’m also told that she’s becoming an Iowa Hawkeye fan, which I can’t be all that upset about given one’s natural inclination to cheer for winners.

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I Love America

Remember that whole “Balloon Boy” fiasco from a couple years back?  The one where a guy named Richard Heene masterminded a hoax that had everyone convinced his son was trapped in a runaway helium balloon (when in reality he was hiding back home)?  We were later told that Heene was looking to squeeze some dough out of his ill-gotten stardom so he could fund the building of a bunker for him and his family to hide when the end of the world rolls around (in 2012).

Well, the irrepressible Heene has now moved on to his latest moneymaking scheme with the Bear Scratch, a mostly useless household device that encourages people to imitate forest-dwelling bears when struck by the urge to scratch their backs while at home. With a target market of lonely souls who lack critical thinking skills (i.e., those who don’t have partners or other household products handy), it’s tough to expect much success for this rather asinine product.  Actually, now that I think about it, Japan might fit the bill, particularly given the country’s fascination with crazy and impractical inventions.  Perhaps I could volunteer to be his sales rep out here.  Hmm….

Whatever the case, I’m just glad that people like Heene are able to persist, even despite their myriad shortcomings and obvious narcissism.  With the midterm elections coming up, this is a particularly timely observation, as it reminds us that anything is possible in America, especially second and third acts.

And it allows us to enjoy horrendous homemade infomercials like the one below:

By the way, you might also enjoy watching Heene and his buddies opine on the impending end of the world in 2012.  Just another fun moment of wingnuttery.

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This Is Kinda Funny

A quiz asking whether certain quotes are attributable to Kanye West or mental patients from various movies.

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WTF?

Not sure if these guys are serious…but I desperately want them to be.

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YouTube Play

YouTube and the Guggenheim Foundation have teamed up for a contest called YouTube Play: A Biennial of Creative Video, where an eleven-person panel selects the top 25 YouTube videos from among thousands of global submissions.

Included among the winners was the very cool:

And the very weird:

I have no idea what to make of the second video.  All I know is that I feel weird in a Dark Crystal kind of way.

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Read Some Interesting Stats Today

Neither here nor there but some food for thought:

  • The unemployment rate among Americans with college degrees: 4.3%
  • The unemployment rate among Americans without college degrees: Over 15%
  • 75% of Chinese companies are state-owned enterprises.
  • The consumer represents 71% of the U.S. economy.  In China, it’s just 35%.
  • Between 2008 and 2014 (budgeted), the U.S. added $6 trillion in national debt.  It took 200 years to reach the first $6 trillion.
  • 60% of U.S. debt obligations mature in three years and only 10% is considered long-term (due in 10+ years).

And about all that “offshoring” that has unions throwing conniption fits:

  • Average wage in China: $1/hour
  • Average wage in the U.S.: $30/hour
  • Average wage in Germany” $50/hour

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    Three Things

    That I like:

    1. Boardwalk Empire: HBO’s newest show looks tailor-made to fill the void left behind by The Sopranos, thanks largely to the magic touch of Martin Scorsese and writer Terence Winters.  It’s also fun to see Steve Buscemi get a shot at carrying his own show.  So far so good!
    2. The Office: Now in its seventh season, NBC’s adaption of the British classic has matured very well over the years.  So much so that it should no longer be compared to the British version and deserves to be recognized as a very funny show in its own right.
    3. ESPN’s Mike Lombardi: Heard the football analyst on a recent BS Report and found him to be very thoughtful and articulate.  The dude’s a football encyclopedia.  Very impressive.

    That I don’t like:

    1. Fancy watches on the sideline: It always strikes me as incongruous when I see a football coach (particularly a college one) on the sideline looking sporty with khakis, a hoodie…and a nice, flashy watch.  If ever there were a time for a good old Timex, that would be one of them.
    2. Lebron James playing the race card to explain the backlash surrounding his decision to “take [his] talents to South Beach”.  Ugh.
    3. Ed Schultz:  The MSNBC talking head is turning into his network’s version of Glenn Beck, at least in the angry blowhard sense.  And he loves unions, so there’s that too.

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      Move It Or Lose It Sister!

      I’m certainly no fan of socialite Paris Hilton.  In fact, I’m pretty much against everything she stands for, assuming she stands for anything at all.  And for one twisted reason or another, I’ve rather enjoyed her Lindsay Lohan imitation of late, particularly when observed against the backdrop of her come-to-Jesus moment described on Larry King following her brief stay in jail.  Clearly, those days spent reading the bible didn’t have quite the effect she suggested, at least judging by her latest coke-infused shenanigans.

      However, one thing that annoys me more than hearing about the daily travails of no-talent ass clowns is the paparazzi that trail these people around and fuel the fire of their unjustified fame.  I appreciate the fact that these photogs and their subjects exist largely by virtue of their own obligate symbiosis (that’s where both parties depend entirely on each other for survival…I looked it up).  But the ridiculous extremes to which these people go in efforts to capture pics of celebrities doing average, everyday things is pathetic.  These bloodhounds go completely over the top to turn even the most mundane action into a moneymaker, stalking their prey like rabid dogs in heat.

      What brought me to this ramble is the video below, during which Paris Hilton and her boyfriend, Cy Waits, were accosted by swarming paparazzi while leaving a restaurant in West Hollywood.  During the mad scramble of flash, one of the photogs was bumped by Hilton’s car, whose driver was clearly trying to approach his desperate escape from a manic, scalp-seeking hoard in as delicate a manner as possible.

      Two things here.  One, if you stand in front of a car while it is attempting forward momentum, you should expect a rather painful lesson in physics.  And if you’re doing that while snapping unsolicited photos of the vehicle’s occupants, you deserve all the pain that comes your way.  Two, how absolutely pitiful must you feel about yourself while fighting for position to snap that photo?  Do these people ever stop for a moment and think about the depths they explore in fulfilling their “professional” duties?  Again, I don’t care in the slightest for Paris Hilton and her cohort.  But I must say that those who chronicle her daily goings deserve a fair share of her shame.

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      Read A Funny Quote Today

      From Sir Richard Branson, Chairman of Virgin Airlines:

      With the casino and the beds, our passengers will have at least two ways to get lucky on one of our flights.

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      Cory Booker’s Historic Opportunity

      I’ve commented in the past about how impressed I am with the mayor of Newark, New Jersey, one Mr. Cory Booker.  I saw him a while back on an edition of Real Time with Bill Maher and found him to be incredibly thoughtful and articulate, and so became an instant fan.  (For those who aren’t familiar with Mr. Booker, he’s the real deal Holyfield and I highly recommend that you check him out.)

      Well, the good mayor has been making headlines lately and for very good reason.  Inspired by Booker’s leadership and passion, Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg has committed to providing the Newark public school system with a $100 million grant to help improve student outcomes.

      From a recent article written by Mr. Booker on the Huffington Post:

      Amongst all American cities, Newark now has an unprecedented opportunity to break the cycle of failure and low expectations in public education. It is with tremendous hope and confidence in our potential that we announced a generous $100M grant from Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg to support Newark public schools — the largest investment in a school district in our State’s history…In the coming weeks, I will join with other elected leaders to launch a community engagement effort to solicit input from every voice within our city. From community forums to focus groups and online surveys, we will create various ways for every Newarker to participate in developing a shared vision to guide a new mandate for our public schools. We expect different views to be voiced about the sources of our problems and the paths to effective solutions. But what we must do is unite around our common principles and join in a collective commitment to do what it takes to provide a great education and a promising future to our young people. And, going forward, we must hold ourselves more accountable for delivering results for our kids; when it comes to ensuring that every child has access to an excellent education, no one gets a pass.

      As most of you know, improving the quality of education in our country is an effort very near and dear to my heart.  I often search for ways to help fight the good fight, which typically manifests itself in a donation to one of my old schools via the DonorsChoose organization.  Thusly, I applaud the generosity of Mr. Zuckerberg.  This is precisely the type of philanthropy that our country needs, both in terms of working to bring about real progress as well as in helping to dampen some of the class warfare stuff making the rounds these days (more on that in a later post).  However, I still consider Mr. Zuckerberg a bit of a douche.  I mean, come on.  The dude showed up for Oprah in his standard sport jacket, t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers while surrounded by the very professional looking Mr. Booker, Mr. Chris Christie (governor of New Jersey) and Ms. Winfrey herself.  I suppose if you have “F you money” you can wear whatever you please, but I consider the insistence on sporting such duds a rather juvenile attempt to forge a carefree and breezy style that only ridiculously successful entrepreneurs are allowed to pull off.  Maybe we can call it the “Silicon rebel syndrome”, typified by socially awkward, lifelong outcasts who wield their newfound success in extremely clumsy ways.  Mr. Zuckerberg, of course, is free to dress as he sees fit while at his offices, conferences, etc.  But when you’re invited to speak on one of the most influential talk shows on the planet, in the presence of some very serious and genuine thought leaders, then the least you can do to honor and respect the occasion is to check your ego at the door and don a suit for once.  I’m just sayin’….

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      Women According To Engineers: Part Two


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      Which MBA?

      The Economist just came out with its global MBA rankings and, lo and behold, Chicago Booth came out on top.  It’s moments like this that make the coming homestretch of my MBA journey all the more palatable (only two quarters left!).  Not to mention it lessens the grimace that accompanies those tuition checks I’m forced to write each quarter.

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      Women According To Engineers: Part One

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      Preemptive Product Placement

      As if anyone needed reminding that the MTV show Jersey Shore is basically a televised look into the armpit of America, a recent piece in the New York Observer pointed out an interesting practice being adopted by various luxury retailers looking to distance themselves from certain of the show’s stars.  Specifically, companies like Coach and Hermes have actually been sending Snooki bags made by their competitors in an effort to get her to be seen with items other than their own.

      Allegedly, the anxious folks at these various luxury houses are all aggressively gifting our gal Snookums with free bags. No surprise, right? But here’s the shocker: They are not sending her their own bags. They are sending her each other’s bags! Competitors‘ bags!

      Call it what you will — “preemptive product placement”? “unbranding”? — either way, it’s brilliant, and it makes total sense. As much as one might adore Miss Snickerdoodle, her ability to inspire dress-alikes among her fans is questionable. The bottom line? Nobody in fashion wants to co-brand with Snooki.

      Now don’t get me wrong – I am by no means hating on Jersey Shore.  In fact, I happen to love the show and am very excited to dive into Season Two.  But the same car crash element that draws me to its warm embrace is exactly what drives otherwise buzz-hungry companies like Coach to run for the hills.  And not only do they run away but they even resort to subterfuge to undermine their competitors.  You gotta love it when trashy reality pop culture and cutthroat business collide!

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      The Aftermath

      My worst fears were realized during yesterday’s heartbreaking 28-24 loss to the Skunkbears.  Not only did the phenomenal Denard Robinson slice and dice the Irish defense for a mind-boggling 502 yards of total offense (all by himself, mind you), but the Irish offense was exposed as one lacking depth at the QB position, making real the fear that this season rides on the health of Dayne Crist (who’s just a year removed from a torn ACL).  After scoring on an impressive opening drive that suggested the Irish might very well be on its way to a rather ho-hum victory, Crist was sidelined for the rest of the first half due to trouble seeing out of his right eye.  As injuries go, momentary blindness is certainly among the more stranger ones, a strangeness overcome only by its level of fright.  I’m no doctor but I’ve got to imagine that had something to do with the brain, so no one can blame Coach Kelly for holding Crist out to make sure he was OK to return.  Thankfully, Crist was able to return during the second half to help make it a game, as the Irish offense fell to pieces in his absence with Tommy Rees and Nate Montana taking turns at the helm.  Without going into detail, suffice it to say that the drop-off in ability after Crist was striking, and the Irish looked well done at the end of the first half.

      Other thoughts:

      • For all the good he did, Crist’s inability to give his receivers a chance at the end of the game was frustrating.  His inexcusable toss out of the endzone on the game’s final play serves as yet another reminder that he has a long ways to go to become anywhere near as accurate as his predecessor, Jimmy Clausen.
      • Though not obvious, I thought ND’s middle linebackers, Manti Te’o and Carlo Calabrese, played rather well.  In particular, Te’o proved highly effective against the run (13 tackles) and was even better at sniffing out some of the shorter passing plays.
      • Kapron Lewis-Moore also did a good job of disrupting things along the line.  But where was Ethan Johnson?
      • Speaking of disappearing acts, what happened to Kerry Neal and Darius Fleming?
      • Michael Floyd has had a disappointing start to the season.  After fumbling at the goal line last week against Purdue, he dropped a perfectly thrown pass from Crist in the fourth quarter to help stall yet another Irish drive.
      • While mad props must go out to Robinson for his stellar performance, I can’t help but be annoyed with the unimaginative nature of Rick Rodriguez and his coaching staff.  How rewarding can it be to run an offense that basically involves letting your QB freestyle on every play?  How much strategic insight does it take to put a wildly talented QB back there and give him a few quick passing options on each play before telling him to tuck and run if something isn’t there right away?

      At least the game ended with a touch of comedy for me.  I watched the second half of the game with some buddies at a very cool bar called Benchmark in Chicago’s Old Town neighborhood.  The combination of a great day of college football and a street festival gracing the face of Wells Street gave birth to a legion of inebriated folks wandering the area.  And so as I made my way towards Division and Wells to catch a taxi back to my hotel, I noticed a man about 50 yards ahead of me stumbling about as he labored down the street.  Clearly, this guy was hammered, and each time I see someone in this condition, I always make a mental note to avoid them at all costs.  Such a degree of drunkenness obviously suggests that their ability to reason and act rationally is severely impaired; moreover, some men are prone to belligerence when under the influence, making worse the potential scenarios that could arise.  While erring on the side of caution, I also tend to take solace in the notion that these guys are entirely too drunk and disoriented to present much of a physical threat.  Or at least that was my theory.

      Well, lucky for me, I got to test that theory yesterday.  As I approached the street corner, the clumsy drunk ahead of me had decided to take a rest by holding up the nearest building with his slumped, contorted body.  And as I waited for the walking light to grant me passage, a group of ladies passed by us and was greeted by some rather crude grumblings from the drunkard.  As they gave his overture a passing dismissal, I turned around and sort of chuckled at his outrageousness.  My momentary lapse in drunkard protocol was greeted by a slurred, “What the f&ck are you laughing at?”.  And before I knew it, he had gathered enough coordination to make his way ten feet over to me to give me a rough shove in the arm.  At this point, I’m thinking to myself, “Oh no, here we go”.  Yet I was surprisingly calm in the face of this assault.  No rush of adrenaline or fear of a beatdown.  Instead, I’m looking at this 6″3′ man who looks to be in his early 50′s and, more importantly, can barely stand.  His next move of aggression may or may not have been a swing – it all happened so fast and his movements were less than intelligible – but the end result was clear as day.  As he came in for a punch or shove, I simply performed a little sidestep and used his momentum against him to give him a mild shove in the back of the shoulder.  This graceful recall of the arts martial found our aggressor in a crumbled heap on the curb, muttering all sorts of nothingness as he struggled to balance himself on the uneven ground.  Lucky for both of us, I had had enough and chose to consider our case closed, taking his prostration as an opportunity to cross the street and hop in a cab.  Of course, it would’ve been quite easy to pummel the defenseless soul into oblivion at that point, which would’ve led to nothing but pain and remorse for us both in the thereafter.  And so as I congratulated myself for letting better judgment prevail (despite my own inebriation, no less), I also got a good chuckle while imagining what those watching must have thought as they watched the two of us tango.  Oh, the unintentional comedy that must’ve created!

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      I Can’t Feel My Face

      I was awakened from my blogging slumber by the below video, which was just too good to not pass along to my long-neglected legions of readers.  As for the inexcusable gap since my last post, suffice it to say that things have been rather hectic this summer, which took me away from my favorite hobby.  That said, I’m hoping this marks the beginning of a return to a more normal posting schedule.  Fingers crossed!

      In the meantime, just remember that “They don’t call it the Amazing Race for nothin’!”.

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      Steve Martin’s Approach To Fan Mail

      In a word: brilliant.

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      The Amazing K-Strass

      Someone going by the name Kenny “K-Strass” Strasser has been impersonating a yo-yo master with an environmental message to sneak his way onto television stations across the Midwest.  After finagling a spot on a local news program, K-Strass then proceeds to make a complete fool of himself, leading to some rather awkward moments with the anchors.  Obviously, this is a Borat-inspired act of sabotage perpetrated by an enterprising comedian…whose efforts I roundly approve.

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      Fun With Logos

      The below logo is a fake, but one could be forgiven for taking it seriously.  h/t AL for the pic.

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      RIP Gary Coleman

      The following post was submitted by a friend to whom I’ll assign the temporary nom de plume, The Logicalist.

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      I moved to Los Angeles just after September 11th after a year of freezing my ass off in Boston following my undergrad studies in the South.  Needless to say, at that time everyone’s heads on the East coast were swimming with questions about the future, our security, and hastily-made foreign policy decisions.  On the West coast, however, the wheels were turning on the annual Laker Bandwagon and people in general felt very removed from the tragedy, so life generally proceeded as normal.  Most folks don’t work a typical day job in Los Angeles because they’re “in the business” (kind of ironic actually) but at that time it was painfully difficult for anyone actively searching for work, notably architects (my chosen profession at the time).  So, I did what any newly-transitioned, 23-year old East-coaster who lived on the beach in Playa del Rey would d0 – I sat on the beach drinking beers with Mary Jane.

      My beer store du jour was Ralph’s in Marina Del Rey, the one at the end of Lincoln before you hit the turnoff for Culver (that was before they rerouted everyone to Jefferson).  I typically hit this spot every few days or whenever my finances swung in a permissible direction.  And when I did I usually grabbed the usual 12-pack of Budweiser and two PBR tall boys.  What can I say, I am a simple American guy.

      During one of those trips, one fateful night in October, I experienced my most memorable moment in Los Angeles:

      As I was walking towards my usual purchase in the freezing cold beer aisle – which lies adjacent to the room temperature wine aisle – I heard a giant crash followed by no less than 20 breaking bottles of wine.  I had already grabbed my goods and was not the slightest bit interested in the shenanigans of drunken idiots destroying the highfalutin grape juice stash.  And considering the strong, mellow buzz I was sporting, I thought the best place for me to be was far away from any persons of authority, which at the time even included the Ralph’s security guard.  So I walked up to the checkout counter, set down my purchase and began to hear, “Good grief! Gosh, I’m sorry. Boy, how stupid of me, I can’t believe I did that. What I mess. I am so sorry I was just trying to reach the wine and my foot…”. The voice grew louder and was clearly moving towards me, yet I couldn’t see anyone except for the cashier.  Suddenly, the voice stopped somewhere below waist level.  And when I looked down I was met by the bloodshot eyes of none other than Gary Coleman.  He was standing in front of me wearing overalls, a train conductor’s hat, and a red bandana wrapped around his neck.  And he was completely covered in red wine.  He stood there looking at me for a moment then turned around and muttered “Goddammit all” under his breath before turning and walking away.  I waited until I got outside for my brain to process what I had just experienced.  And then I just burst into laughter.  The entire drive home I was thinking to myself that no one would ever believe me, but when I relayed the story to my brother he laughed equally as hard.  I guess that was just life in L.A.

      The recent news of Gary’s death made me a little sad.  The guy never seemed to recover from the popular perception that he was an outcast has-been child actor whose boyish charm and comedic timing seemed inappropriate for a pint-sized adult.  I grew up watching Diff’rent Strokes and can remember very clearly what happened when Arnold and Willis got locked in the basement, when Kimberly decided to wash her hair with rain water, and when good ol’ Lincoln (Arnold’s goldfish) died.  I think it was kind of fitting to see him that night in a train conductor’s outfit amidst all the mayhem because I will always remember him as that kid who made me laugh, and I’m thankful I got an up-close and personal look at just how funny he was.

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      Spreading The Awkwardness

      A friend of a friend has put together a wonderful compilation of Awkward Family Photos that I highly encourage one and all to sample.  It’s a fantastic source of procrastination and humor that will add serious value to your otherwise aimless web surfing.  And it comes with the vaunted Eddy Guarantee, so there’s that too.

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      Nap Time With Hurley

      The Rap Guide To Evolution

      I read an interesting piece in the NY Times by evolutionary biologist Olivia Judson about a groundbreaking new show called The Rap Guide To Evolution.  Yes, an enterprising and creative dude named Baba Brinkman has “Snoopified” Charles Darwin and his theory of evolution with surprisingly effective results.  Check out the following two video clips to see for yourself.  Really cool stuff.

      Performance, feedback, revision:

      The Rationalist Anthem:

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      WTF?

      Speaking of school spirit videos, I saw someone compare the aforementioned Irish debacle to the one that the University of Alaska hockey team plays before Nanook home games.  While I’ll admit that it comes way closer than the ND video from a “capturing the essence” perspective, I can’t help but scratch my head at the underlying message.  Basically, a mutant polar bear destroys a seagoing vessel that disturbed his sleep, after which he proceeds to bomb a couple of rival universities from a fighter jet before dropping a payload into a few volcanoes to destroy the earth itself.  Is this the brainchild of an environmentalist sympathetic to the plight of the polar bear or of some dedicated but unawares Nanook fan?  If it’s the former, I love the beautiful irony of gun-toting, “patriotic” Alaskans cheering their asses off while a polar bear blows them all to hell.  That would be pure genius!

      Predicting The Weather With My Afternoon Coffee

      It’s cold and rainy here in Tokyo.  Weather.com kindly informs me that there are showers in my vicinity (confirmed with a peek outside) and the temperature is 15 degrees Celsius (that’s 59 degrees for the Fahrenheit-minded).  Quite naturally, this turns my mood a bit sour.  And I now feel compelled to announce that Tokyo sucks this time of year.

      The atmospheric clash of hot and cold air that accompanies the transition from Winter/Spring to Spring/Summer results in some rather unpleasant weatherly mood shifts.  That’s how I think it works, at least.  If I’m wrong about that, then that’s the way it should work.  Whatever the case, the cold seems to be winning these days, and my water-logged shoes and frozen extremities are bearing the brunt.

      Yet there is hope, as evidenced by a discovery I made during my afternoon coffee break today.  Indeed, the stroke of 3 PM usually prompts a visit to my office vending machine.  It is here where I routinely honor Bill Murray by making my relaxing time a Suntory time.  Sadly, I’m forced to observe proper protocol by imbibing in coffee instead of whiskey.  My drink of choice then is the Suntory Black Boss, which advertises itself as having a “smooth and clear taste”.  I’m happy to report that the drink consistently delivers on such promise.  Better yet, and more importantly, the can was delivered to me cold today.

      This is an important development for the disgruntled among us, for when the vendor machine guys deem the weather to be sufficiently cold, the cans are warmed in the machine (a Japanese vending marvel yet to reach the U.S.), allowing consumers to enjoy a hot can of joe to help combat the cooler temps.  And when they deem the weather to be on its way to warm, they switch the cans over to the cooler side so they can be served up nice and cold.  It’s kinda like when apartment buildings shut off the air-conditioning units during the Winter and the heating units during the Summer.

      In what I’ll assume is a demonstration of infinite wisdom, the kind folks at Suntory have officially announced that Summer is right around the corner, a development I shall welcome with open arms – and cold afternoon coffee.

      Time For A Little Snackie-Poo!

      This will resonate with those who know me well:

      Shaking Off The Cobwebs

      A friend sent me a note the other day lamenting the death of Eddyfication, which he referred to as “the blog who knew too much”.  Being reminded that I once had a blog was revelation enough, but knowing that my silence is robbing my friends – not to mention the whole of humanity – of such an insightful voice (tongue wedged firmly in cheek) was simply too much to bear.

      So I’m now officially back in the saddle and hoping rather sincerely that I stay that way for the foreseeable future.  The reality is that I’ve been extremely busy these past six weeks or so.  Between work, school, and various other extracurriculars, I’ve quite simply been preoccupied with a host of more pressing issues (some of which may or may not involve exploding volcanoes and imploding countries).

      Indeed, much has happened since we last spoke.  While the EU found itself soaked in Greek debt, I found myself knee-deep in Greeks of another sort; namely, lambdas, alphas, betas, vegas, thetas, and epsilons.  This is partly a school reference, to which I offer the following advice to my readers:  If you ever see me taking a position of operational management at any company on the planet, you should drop everything that instant, raise money for a short-selling fund, and put all of your capital to work shorting the unfortunate company that gave me such authority.  For it is clear that the company itself is a terrible judge of talent, which in itself is a red flag.  Moreover, I will be sure to destroy value in a remarkable way in my new role, resulting in a decent payday for the presciently bearish among us.

      We also saw James Cameron get robbed by the academy of a best director award at this year’s Oscars.  While I very much enjoyed The Hurt Locker and could understand why it may be deserving of best picture, the best director snub of Cameron was totally inexcusable.  You can’t spend ten years of your life inventing new technology to totally transform and remake the movie-going experience – and smash box office records with the final product (inflation-adjusted arguments aside) – and not be deemed worthy of the goods by the movie gods.  You just can’t.

      And we saw Tiger Woods emerge from his dark pool of remorse to stage a fairly impressive comeback at The Masters.  Of course, he reverted to his usual unpleasant self with a couple of potty-mouthed outbursts during the tournament, which he later addressed by reminding us that he wasn’t perfect (thanks for the heads-up).  Nonetheless, while I’ve never been a fan of Tiger the person, I’m quite happy as an avid sports fan to have one of the planet’s best athletes back in action doing what he does best.  And I wouldn’t be American if I weren’t a sucker for a good comeback story.

      Speaking of athletes I suspect are hard to like on a personal level, the Ben Roethlisberger fiasco has been fun to watch.  Not only has it confirmed that guys who look like meatheads typically behave like ones, but it also appears to have elevated the notion that character counts when it comes to team sports.  The most prominent evidence of the Big Ben fallout was the inexplicable decision by the Denver Broncos to draft Tim Tebow in the first round of last week’s NFL draft, well ahead of a more technically capable quarterback in Jimmy Clausen.  Indeed, Clausen had been tabbed by some observers as a top ten talent yet he didn’t go off the board until the Carolina Panthers exercised mercy with the 48th pick.  I’ll forgive for a moment Tebow’s obnoxious religiosity and concede that he strikes me as a good guy: he’s a hard-working, battle-hardened winner that clearly commands the respect of his teammates.  Clausen, on the other hand, is quite clearly a dick, something he announced with a bullhorn when he committed to ND at the College Football Hall of Fame way back when.  Being the diehard Irish fan that I am, I’ve followed closely Clausen’s career and am quite familiar with his childish antics on the field and his overbearing, ever-present family.  I also know that he is one helluva QB and am quite certain he will show well in the NFL.  He has a good arm, is extremely accurate, is a gritty competitor, and has a high football IQ.  Clearly, such potential wasn’t enough when it mattered most (i.e. on payday), something that I suspect relates to questions surrounding Clausen’s maturity and leadership skills.

      As a tangent, I wonder if analysts like Todd McShay – who roundly criticized Clausen’s intangibles throughout the pre-draft assessment period – could ever be sued for defamation.  I mean, if Clausen goes on to have a great career as an NFL QB (thus proving McShay wrong), could he go back and sue McShay for influencing NFL managements and causing his draft stock to fall so precipitously, robbing him of tens of millions of dollars in potential earnings?  Hmmm….

      Meanwhile, the uninformed and hypocritical masses have set their sights on Goldman (I have no idea what happened and whether anyone is guilty of anything, I just like to marvel at the astounding ignorance demonstrated by the mass media in its coverage of the issue and I wonder when someone will sue the U.S. government for its own Fannie and Freddie shenanigans); Ahmedinejad was recently seen smiling and shaking hands with Robert Mugabe in Zimbabwe (birds of a feather…); Sarah Palin is being paid millions of dollars to, of all things, write(!) and speak(!!); Glenn Beck remains as commercial and crazy as ever; MTV has rolled out a new Fresh Meat series; American Idol is in full swing; South Park is at the top of its game; Keith Olbermann is still angry; and everyone’s favorite megalomaniacal midget just torpedoed a South Korean warship (providing a wonderful real-time study in game theory).

      I’ve got plenty of material, dear friends!

      Smile and Nod

      I read a wonderful OpEd in Friday’s IHT that attempts to put to bed the notion that America is destined for collapse.  The piece is written by Piers Brendon, a Cambridge professor and expert on the “decline and fall” of the British Empire.  He does a convincing – and articulate – job of dismissing the parallels that doomsayers today draw between the great empires of the past and that of America’s today.  This isn’t a comprehensive argument to be sure, but it does a good job of providing some perspective to those predicting America’s demise (a group to which I sometimes belong, depending on my mood).

      Meanwhile, anyone looking for a good chuckle should check out Slate’s satirical Obama Facebook feed.  It’s got quite a few zingers in there and manages to make fun of a lot of people in fairly short order.  Among my favorites were Tiger Woods’ posting on America’s Wall, “I will wear you out” and Rahm Emanuel responding to a Curling post by wondering, “What is this, hockey for retards?”.

      Badonkadonk!

      As I waste away at Tokyo’s Narita Airport awaiting a delayed flight to Singapore, I find solace in the fact that I can be entertained by NSFW photos of the world’s greatest display of badonkadonk, this courtesy of Ice-T’s wife, Coco.  Seriously, that woman’s caboose forms what would otherwise pass for some mighty impressive cleavage.  In a word – wow.

      Back In Action

      After a rather inexcusable few weeks away from the blogosphere, I’ve righted the ship and am now officially back in the saddle.  I’d like to celebrate my return with a couple of jokes, the first of which comes courtesy of my man JJ while the second was sent along by a B-school classmate who we’ll mysteriously refer to as Ms. Mahogany.  Enjoy!

      • On a chain of beautiful deserted islands in the middle of South Pacific, the following people are stranded:

        * Two Italian men and one Italian woman.
        * Two French men and one French woman.
        * Two German men and one German woman.
        * Two Greek men and one Greek woman.
        * Two British men and one British woman.
        * Two Bulgarian men and one Bulgarian woman.
        * Two Japanese men and one Japanese woman.
        * Two Chinese men and one Chinese woman.
        * Two Irish men and one Irish woman.
        * Two American men and one American woman.

        One month later, on these absolutely stunning deserted islands in the middle of nowhere, the following things have occurred:

        * One Italian man killed the other Italian man for the Italian woman.
        * The two French men and the French woman are living happily together in a menage a trois.
        * The two German men have a strict weekly schedule of alternating visits with the German woman.
        * The two Greek men are sleeping together and the Greek woman is cooking and cleaning for them.
        * The two British men are waiting for someone to introduce them to the British woman.
        * The two Bulgarian men took one look at the Bulgarian woman and started swimming to another island..
        * The two Japanese have faxed Tokyo and are awaiting instructions.
        * The two Chinese men have set up a pharmacy, liquor store, restaurant, and laundry, and have gotten the woman pregnant in order to supply more employees for their stores.
        * The two Irish men divided the island into north and south and set up a distillery. They do not remember if sex is in the picture because it gets somewhat foggy after a few pints of coconut whiskey.
        However, they are satisfied because the British are not having any fun..
        * The two American men are contemplating suicide, because the American woman will not shut up and complains relentlessly about her body, the true nature of feminism, what the sun is doing to her skin, how she can do anything they can do, the necessity of fulfillment, the equal division of household chores, how sand and palm trees make her look fat, how her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated her nicer than they do, and how her relationship with her mother is the root cause of all her problems, and why didn’t they bring a damn cell phone so they could call 911 and get them all rescued off this forsaken deserted island in the middle of freaking nowhere so she can get her nails done and go
        shopping.

      • Threat Levels

        The English are feeling the pinch in relation to recent terrorist threats
        and have raised their security level from “Miffed” to “Peeved.”  Soon,
        though, security levels may be raised yet again to “Irritated” or even “A
        Bit Cross.” The English have not been “A Bit Cross” since the blitz in
        1940 when tea supplies all but ran out. Terrorists have been
        re-categorised from “Tiresome” to a “Bloody Nuisance.” The last time the
        British issued a “Bloody Nuisance” warning level was during the great
        fire of 1666.

        The Scots raised their threat level from “Pissed Off” to “Let’s get the
        Bastards” They don’t have any other levels. This is the reason they have
        been used on the front line in the British army for the last 300 years.

        The French government announced yesterday that it has raised its terror
        alert level from “Run” to “Hide”. The only two higher levels in France
        are “Collaborate” and “Surrender.” The rise was precipitated by a recent
        fire that destroyed France ’s white flag factory, effectively paralyzing
        the country’s military capability.

        It’s not only the French who are on a heightened level of alert.

        Italy has increased the alert level from “Shout Loudly and Excitedly” to
        “Elaborate Military Posturing.” Two more levels remain:  “Ineffective
        Combat Operations” and “Change Sides.”

        The Germans also increased their alert state from “Disdainful Arrogance”
        to “Dress in Uniform and Sing Marching Songs.” They also have two higher
        levels: “Invade a Neighbour” and “Lose”.

        Belgians, on the other hand, are all on holiday as usual, and the only
        threat they are worried about is NATO pulling out of Brussels.

        The Spanish are all excited to see their new submarines ready to deploy.
        These beautifully designed subs have glass bottoms so the new Spanish navy
        can get a really good look at the old Spanish navy.

        Americans, meanwhile, are carrying out pre-emptive strikes on all of their
        allies, just in case.

        New Zealand has also raised its security levels – from “baaa” to
        “BAAAA!”.  Due to continuing defence cutbacks (the air force being a
        squadron of spotty teenagers flying paper aeroplanes and the navy some
        toy boats in the Prime Minister’s bath), New Zealand only has one more
        level of escalation, which is “Shit, I hope Australia will come and
        rescue us”.

        Australia, meanwhile, has raised its security level from “No worries” to
        “She’ll be alright, mate”. Three more escalation levels remain,
        “Crikey!’,  “I think we’ll need to cancel the barbie this weekend” and
        “The barbie is  cancelled”.  So far no situation has ever warranted use
        of the final escalation level.

      Checking In

      Dear Loyal Readers,

      Please accept my sincerest apologies for the little sabbatical I took from Eddyfication.  Lizzi and I have been stateside the past couple weeks and have been occupied with work, family, friends, steak fajitas, football, beers….and more football.  Needless to say, it was great to be back and we very much enjoyed this little slice of Americana.  However, all good things must come to an end and we now find ourselves in the United lounge at O’Hare awaiting our flight back to Asia.  Of course, my anal self got us here a solid three hours before our flight because those freakazoids on TV told us to do so when, in actuality, we breezed through security in record time.  Anyhow, the good news is I’m left with time to catch up on my blogging.  And, better yet, we’re not heading back to Tokyo straightaway.  Instead, we’re off to Bangkok for a couple nights, which will be followed by five nights in Phuket, where I plan to do plenty of blogging from the beach – or from the back of an elephant.  And, lucky us, we got upgraded to first class for our flight out to Tokyo (where we connect to Bangkok), allowing us to feel plenty fancy as we embark on our first real vacation since our honeymoon.

      So sit tight and look out for more posts in the near future from Bangkok Dangerous himself.  And keep your fingers crossed that we don’t get to experience one of Thailand’s annual coups or anything else along those lines.

      In the meantime, here’s wishing you all a Happy New Year!

      Cheers,

      Eddy

      P.S. Jules, I hope you’re wearing makeup as you read this.  And tell Nick to put down that Xbox controller, grab a Miller Lite, and follow you to the computer so you can spend some time getting acquainted with the brilliant David Thorne.  You can thank me later.

      27b/6

      This website – 27b/6.com – is the funniest thing I’ve seen on the Internet in a long, long time.  It’s the brainchild of an Australian writer named David Thorne, who has a wonderful gift for satirical humor.  His site is basically a collection of highly sarcastic and witty stories, some of which include actual email exchanges he has had with various people (e.g. bill collectors, his son’s teacher, etc.).  This is one of the only sites that I have read that has actually caused me to buckle over with laughter.  It is so very good.

      The link I’ve posted above takes you straight to an email exchange that Thorne had with his chiropractor, who is seeking payment for a bill that is past due.  The bill is for $233.95, which Thorne attempts to settle with a drawing of a spider:

      Quite naturally, Thorne values the drawing at exactly $233.95.  Obviously, the chiropractor will have none of it and a fun little email exchange ensues.  Really good stuff.

      Once you’re finished with the spider story, you can spend the good part of an afternoon perusing the list of other stories he has listed on the left side of the page.  Among my favorites are “I Wish I Had A Monkey”, “Simon’s Pie Charts”, and “Blockbuster Late Fees”.

      I highly recommend this site.  In fact, I give it the vaunted Eddy Guarantee.  For me, it’s become the blogging version of Arrested Development.

       

      Future Ray Lewis?

      This is a great 30-second video showing a six year-old lay some wood during a pee-wee football scrimmage.  Hilarious stuff.  I’ve watched it about ten times and got some serious laughs out of it.  I particularly enjoyed the QB’s reaction after being drilled on the first hit (notice the legs kicking in temper tantrum fashion) and how the RB went airborne on the second hit.  Just awesome.

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