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I’m currently sitting on a bench outside a Dunkin’ Donuts between the Reading Terminal Market and Market Street Station thinking of the exam I could have probably done better on by selecting answers through analyzing the entrails of risk management majors.  The exam itself wasn’t too bad, I felt good that I had a strong sense of whether or not I got a question wrong, the rule was simple: if I selected an answer, I probably got the question wrong.  But the oddest event of the day was when I went into Wawa at 20 of 7:00 AM and walked in on the person operating the register talking with some sorostitute about some sort of doctor’s visit in an unusually upbeat manner.

Register operator: Yeah, it turns out the test results were positive.
Sorostitute: Well, that’s sad.
Register operator: Well, you know me, I’ll go down smiling all the way.
Sorostitute: You will.
Register operator: It’s ok.  Just keep going.

After 20 seconds of disbelief and me thinking that they’d break out in Seasons of Love or something else from Rent, I walked out.  Standing there in a Wawa parking lot at quarter of 7:00 AM with a turkey sausage bagel in my left hand and a kielbasa in my right I realized something:  No matter what happens in the next few hours, I’m alive…. and by 2 PM will have wasted $375 failing an actuarial exam.

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This Saturday, Zack Kantner and I went on a trek to find a new iPhone and at the first store found the wait to be 3 weeks.  At the next store, it was 10-20 business days or 2 to 4 weeks.  I visited a 3rd store after dropping off Zack and the third store it was 15 days.

Me: But the last store said they could get it in 10 business days?
Clerk:  Well, if they can get it in 10, we can get it in 10.  And we’re usually faster than the Newtown store so we can probably get it in 8 or so.  We might be able to get it in fewer days if you’re willing to wait.
Me: So if I wait, I might be able to get it faster than if I order it now?
Clerk: Yeah.  Wait till the rush is over.

Am I the only one who finds this makes no sense?

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Last night, I had to deal with a number of kids with homesickness, or what we call domestic nostalgia.  Here’s what they said:

Kid: What music do you listen to?
Me: Mostly stuff from people who’ve been dead for 150 years.
Kid: Oh, like Van Halen.

Me: So what do you do for fun?
Kid: Collect souls, I bought Michael Jackson’s for $1.00.

Kid: You’re awesome at the guitar, you’re like that black guy.

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Last night, I had to deal with a number of kids with homesickness, or what we call domestic nostalgia.  Here’s what they said:

Kid: What music do you listen to?
Me: Mostly stuff from people who’ve been dead for 150 years.
Kid: Oh, like Van Halen.

Me: So what do you do for fun?
Kid: Collect souls, I bought Michael Jackson’s for $1.00.

Kid: You’re awesome at the guitar, you’re like that black guy.

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I found a Google ad for Down with Pinatas, a group that advocates against pinatas and their violent heritage.  The statistics page is wonderful.  I’m assuming this is farce but it was a google ad.  Why would someone pay to have a farce site promoted?  Viral marketing?  Bet?  I don’t know.  But if you scroll to the bottom of the page there’s a very small smiley.  Intriguing…

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I couldn’t think of anything interested that had happened during the OA weekend but slowly a repressed memory returned.  I had to double check with Chris Fosmire that it had actually happened as the incident was almost somnogogic.

I was in Totem Lodge, the main social building in camp and asked Chris Fosmire when I had gotten Vigil Honor, a level of recognition in the OA and he responded late August of 2001.  Mr. Williams, a crazy machinist who’s been in the OA since the dawn of Treasure Island that perpetually wears safety glasses thought for a moment a looked at me and said: It all makes sense.

Me: What does?
Him: You got Vigil in August and four weeks later, 9/11.

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I couldn’t think of anything interested that had happened during the OA weekend but slowly a repressed memory returned.  I had to double check with Chris Fosmire that it had actually happened as the incident was almost somnogogic.

I was in Totem Lodge, the main social building in camp and asked Chris Fosmire when I had gotten Vigil Honor, a level of recognition in the OA and he responded late August of 2001.  Mr. Williams, a crazy machinist who’s been in the OA since the dawn of Treasure Island that perpetually wears safety glasses thought for a moment a looked at me and said: It all makes sense.

Me: What does?
Him: You got Vigil in August and four weeks later, 9/11.