|Friday randomness, 'cause it FEELS like Friday
||[Nov. 26th, 2008|09:14 am]
I was actually a bit of an economics geek in college. Odd, from someone who had to take REMEDIAL Algebra when she got to college. I didn’t expect to enjoy it so much, but then again, it really has nothing to do with math and all to do with relationships of things and how they work, which I’m all about. Or maybe I just had a good micro-economics teacher. |
Although, no, really, he was just a grad student from Asia, and with most of my ignorant "never met anyone who wasn't white and talked like me" classmates pissing and moaning that they couldn’t understand a word he said, I was determined to prove to the pinheads that he was perfectly understandable if you just shut up and listened. Which he really wasn’t, at all, but that’s what they have textbooks for, and becoming good at economics just to prove some jackwipe ignorant is what I’m all about.
For the record, I am NOT trashing the entire state of Pennsylvania. There are ignorant people EVERYWHERE. But I was jaundiced and a bit prejudiced after these two exchanges at a mixer -- where everyone in attendance was a Pennsylvania High School Valedictorian (plus a few out of state ringers like me):
1. This was a meet and greet, and I quickly gave up on "Connecticut" as where I was from, since having to explain WHERE Connecticut was, was giving me a "you've got to be f-ing kidding me" headache.
2. I fell back on "New England" until a young woman asked me "New England! I've always wanted to go there. They used to burn witches there, didn't they?"
Thankfully, Miss Manners is my internal scold's bridle and kept me from saying "Now, just idiots. So, if I were you, I'd stay home."
3. And the other young woman...wait, it sounds like only the women were displaying a high degree of idiocy. Not really true. Think on it, a room full of high school valedictorians. Just what kind of conversational skills do you suppose the guys were displaying, on average? Yeah. Exactly. Although I finally did find one, sans acne, non-tongue-tied, very charming, and thankfully the evening was NOT a complete waste, but he wound up going to another college, so that was the end of that.
Anyway, this chick, when I explained where Connecticut was, having gone back there, after the "burning witches" debacle, knew that CT was on the coast. Yay! Score! She asked me how far away from the water I lived. When I told her, and then nattered on about how we liked to go down to the beach and hang out, she said, "The Atlantic Ocean, wow, can you see England?" Which was so astoundingly stupid, that even Miss Manners put away the scold's bridle and said "Have at her". I restrained myself with "Well, I can see Long Island..." as the throbbing pain in my temple was getting out of control.
But I digress...back to why I became fascinated by Econ...
Anyway, it worked out in the end, as I wound up at least funding my drinking habit by tutoring others in economics. And it’s allowed me, throughout my career, to throw out choice bon mots in meetings and conversations that make me seem way savvier than I might actually be. I found that referring to elasticity of demand (or the lack thereof)in a business meeting or conversation seems to particularly impress people, who clearly were NOT paying attention in Econ, ‘cause it’s not a particularly tricky concept.
And that’s why THIS article tickles my fancy so much:
Reading an article about Hippos this morning, I came across the fact that they can run 30 miles an hour. Now I knew that they were capable of speed that belied their essential tubbiness, but really, 30 miles an hour? To put that in perspective, if you’ve seen the greyhounds run at our show, that’s about how fast a hippo can go. Maybe a little slower. But still, jeez. Makes my comment that I’m just too bulky to be a good pole dancer seem like whingeing, doesn’t it?
Does relaxation count if it’s scheduled…and interrupted? While I achieved my goal of having a normal person’s weekend off, this past weekend – sleeping in, doing volunteer work, some light socializing, housework, domestic creation, and even relaxing, it felt a little forced. I guess that the sleeping in, didn’t really happen, unless your idea of sleeping in is an extra half an hour. But I tried. I devoted an entire day to Faire meetings. Then a day for cleaning, cooking and relaxing. Even if the relaxing took the form of “Oh, it’s 2pm! Now is the time I make popcorn and watch a movie, laying on the couch.” And that worked well for the first hour (What’s Eating Gilbert Grape, if you’re interested, which I found oddly appealing, as I can totally groove on Gilbert’s sense of duty clashing with his “can I just have an hour for ME” even though I usually choose all of the things that suck energy/time out of my life and he didn’t really have a choice) but then, apparently, the “scent” of Me laying around on the couch, idly munching popcorn and watching television in the middle of the day, wafted out of the house, and first it was a neighbor knocking on the door to borrow something, then the phone rang, then the neighbor came back and there was chatting, and then it was time to move the laundry from washer to dryer. And then, sigh, it was nearing 4pm and I was still only about halfway through the movie, so I gave up and moved onto making the ginger rum.
But really, for an hour, I WALLOWED in self-indulgence. Speaking of hippos.