My iPhone 5c (which I've learned is a notoriously crappy phone) stopped telling time accurately back before Christmas. The clock is slow, very slow. Like, when I took this screenshot it was not 12:42 pm. When it first started my alarm wouldn't go off and I'd oversleep in the morning. I send time-sensitive text messages and they get logged as 2-3 days old. It is a real problem. And please don't tell me to reset the date and time. I've done this countless times.
I never managed to try to take care of it until after the one-year warranty ran out in February (I know, my fault). I've taken it to the Apple Juice store and they tried everything they know and can't get it to work (and they didn't charge me a penny). I went to Verizon today to buy a new phone (it turns out I can basically trade it in for a Motorola at little cost) but they advised me to call Apple Support to exhaust my options before I gave up on the iPhone. After 18 minutes waiting for a real person, the real person (after getting my IMEI # and realizing I had a crappy 5c) said they could certainly help me and it would only cost $29 to be transferred to a technician. Huh? $29?
I'm heading back to the Verizon store tomorrow. So long iPhone!
Men have often been accused of being unromantic, and the reason most of us are this way is because, 90 percent of the time, any kind of grand romantic gesture on our part ends with the woman being utterly terrified. "Aw, that's so sweet! [Runs.]" I have serenaded women. I have purchased a single red rose on a first date (I planned a picnic; she brought a friend at the last second). I have made mixtapes. I have written bad poetry. You name the flesh-creeping romantic gesture, I have attempted it, only to see it end in catastrophic failure.
And I'm not alone. Witness now the poor souls who attempted to pull off some [...] "Cameron Crowe movie finale" action, only to have it go spectacularly awry. ...
It's my 8th-grade year, roughly 1998, and I have a MASSIVE crush on a girl named Abby. Abby was popular and pretty, and I was into the theater and had a bowl cut. As is so often the case with girls who are popular and pretty, Abby was on the girls soccer team. I was in the band. I played the clarinet.
One day, I decided I was going to attend one of her soccer games. My father, who I must stress did not stop me despite knowing my intent, drove me to the game and dropped me off. I hopped out of the car, clarinet case in tow, and walked to the field, full of the kind of confidence that can only come from sheer delusion.
I stand next to the bleachers, which were scattered with the few parents who could get off work by 4 p.m., and I put my clarinet together. By this point, I had been spotted. The girls knew I was there, and they knew why I was there. Abby wouldn't even look at me.
Even then, I figured what I had in mind would win her heart, because I thought real life was like the movies.
Right before the game was set to start, I began playing. Pep songs. On my clarinet. Accompanied by nothing but the inaudible sound of a collective sad empathy from the parents and utter mortification from the one girl I was trying to impress.
Needless to say, she didn't really speak to me after that until roughly our junior year of high school. Now, as adults, we live in the same large Southern town. According to Facebook, she's married to a lawyer. I bet he never played the clarinet for her.
I randomly take attendance in my Intro class (for exam bonus points). Today, to record attendance, and for fun, under the guise of 'current events are important,' I asked the class to put their name on a sheet of paper and list three countries in which the U.S. has active military engagements--that is, fighting. A few random (cherry-picked) responses:
In fairness, the vast majority of students named Iraq and Afghanistan (Aphganistan, Afganistan, Afganastan, Aphgan).
Cash is the most efficient gift, according to economists. Cash is also a terrible gift, according to economists. By guaranteeing that the recipient can buy exactly what she wants, you guarantee that the recipient will consider you an unemotional robot.
That's why the vast majority of economists in the University of Chicago's IGM poll said it's absurd to give cash to loved ones for the holidays. "In some cases," Steven Kaplan said, in a stirring defense for thoughtful gifts, "non-pecuniary [not cash-related] values are important."
Non-pecuniary values are important! I guess so. But can you imagine a more wooden explication of love? Can you imagine a more wooden explanation of anything? Just think of the Christmas card...
Here is a summary of the fields of the PhD job market candidates at the 'top' econ programs this year.
Since most environmental economists are really public economists trained in applied and theoretical micro and econometrics, I'm going to go ahead and group Micro Theory (26), Econometrics (14), Public (12), Applied Micro (11) and Environmental (8) under the Env-Econ umbrella and claim Env-Econ is really the top field (71).
"This blog aims to look at more of the microeconomic ideas that can be used toward environmental ends. Bringing to bear a large quantity of external sources and articles, this blog presents a clear vision of what economic environmentalism can be."
Don't believe what they're saying
And allow me a quick moment to gush: ... The env-econ.net blog was more or less a lifeline in that period of my life, as it was one of the few ways I stayed plugged into the env. econ scene. -- Anonymous
... the Environmental Economics blog ... is now the default homepage on my browser (but then again, I guess I am a wonk -- a word I learned on the E.E. blog). That is a very nice service to the profession. -- Anonymous
"... I try and read the blog everyday and have pointed it out to other faculty who have their students read it for class. It is truly one of the best things in the blogosphere." -- Anonymous