California

It's good to be back in California! I was here for NY's eve last year but it feels like I haven't been here in ages. Besides, this time I got to visit S. Cal (after over 3 years!) for 4 days and got some sun n surf which was awesome! Met up with J after several years and it was like we were back in high school and college again! With T and C arriving today, that's going to take the count up to 9 folks from the good ol' city. It's almost going to be like a high school reunion (which is a good thing)!

I've been trying to not think of the stupid course I took at school over the break and in the same spirit I shall not write about what a dumbass move it was and what a bitch it is to think about the project report that's due once I get back. Ok, I'm done with that.

I do however, at some point, need to start thinking about the interviews I have coming up in January. My case interview skills are still at a level where the interviewer might start laughing uncontrollably and I haven't really worked on any of those accursed STAR stories for my non-consulting interviews. Okay, so now I've taken stock of the situation. That's enough "work" for the day. Time to head to Alcatraz. Yes, I am one of those annoying tourists (or rather, have chosen to be on this trip) you see walking around the city.

Funny stuff

This is a completely irrelevant post (as opposed to the other brilliantly constructed, incisively wise, unerringly witty posts that I normally publish.....um..yeah).

It's been a while since something I read made me laugh out loud. Nothing particularly humorous about cash flows, income statements, CAPM models and such. So it was a welcome change when I came across this piece of brilliance. Maybe it's just me but I thought it was hilarious. I just had to save it on my blog for posterity.

On why he will never blog, No von Mises says:

Most Highest Metro One, I am with you mon frere. The fray is here, you and I are up there, in the company of one-hand clapping.

I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently.

Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.

I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.

Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.

I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force
demonstration. I bat 400. And sixes.

I resurrected chivalry in Lesbos and delivered lectures on the Prebisch-Singer thesis in Reykjavík and Ulaanbaatar in the same day.

My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.

I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations with the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.

I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven.

I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin.

I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis, Piaf, Rafi and Touré.

The Mutineers may be renaissance men and women but I am the Renaissance. I am savoir-faire.

And I will not blog.

Serenity now.

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