Jed, Hannah, Victoria
Jed, Hannah, Victoria
The house was just too perfect. We had to flood the bathroom, then not be able to find a plunger, thus pour dishwashing soap into the toilet bowl and follow that with boiling water. Yeah, it worked.

Oh my GOD.

Our Chicago host is miraculously wonderful and obscenely trusting, as well as precisely what I needed this weekend.

A beautiful home in Lincoln Park, with a rooftop Jacuzzi and a host who’s making us cookies right now (and just brought us a bowl filled with cookie dough).

What the hell more could I ask for?

Video-tour soon.  Be jealous.

Victoria! (not posing, actually)
Victoria! (not posing, actually)
Hannah!
Hannah!

The door-close rain dance

unalone:

marco:

The vast majority of the time, the door-close button on elevators doesn’t do anything. This is the case for the elevators in our office building.

When they’re in the lobby, and someone pushes a floor button, the elevators wait for an extra 5 seconds before closing the doors. This is an optimization to accumulate additional passengers — when lots of people are coming in and out of the lobby all the time, you don’t want elevators going up with just one person in them.

Inevitably, people start getting impatient and hitting the door-close button after about 4 seconds. It doesn’t do anything, but the doors close a second or two later regardless, so people think they’ve affected the outcome, and they push the door-close button again the next time. If they push the button too soon, and the elevator waits a few more seconds before closing the doors, the people assume that it’s just being slow today or they didn’t hit the button hard enough.

They never consider the possibility that their action is not related to the result.

This is why superstition works. Animals learn it, too. “If I perform this action, I get this result.” It takes a more advanced or analytical mind to consider performing a test: “If I take no action, will I get this result anyway?”

I secretly think less of door-close people in the elevator.

Oh man, I hear you on the last sentence.  I’m always interested in who does it and who doesn’t, and even waiting for the elevator, who is the one that pushes the button several (hundred) times?

carolinemartin:

I think this weekend I’m going to delete my facebook account. Scary, huh?

I was going to as well.  But then I realized it’s the first place many people look to find contact information, so I might as well leave that up.  Deleting the wall made me feel excluded, but that was the first step to getting over it.

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