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Took a little trip to the PNW last weekend. Trusty Nikon wasn’t on hand, so I broke out the smart phone for some lo-res fun.

Money matters, but less than we think and not in the way that we think. Family is important. So are friends. Envy is toxic. So is excessive thinking. Beaches are optional. Trust is not. Neither is gratitude.
Eric Weiner’s pithy conclusion about what makes people happy, in the epilogue of his book The Geography of Bliss: One Grump’s Search for the Happiest Places in the World, which I just finished. Part travel memoir (think Paul Theroux), part societal-trend nonfiction (think Dan Ariely), it’s a fun, funny, and occasionally enlightening read. I highly recommend.

25 Random Things About Me

One of Duke/Fuqua’s two essays this year is actually a numbered list: “25 Random Things About Yourself.” Definitely the only essay from any school that even approaches fun. (Haas asks for the song that defines you best as a person, which sounds like it could be fun but is actually turning out to be just as torturous as all the others.) In the list, Fuqua asks for “important life experiences, your likes/dislikes, hobbies, achievements, fun facts, or anything that helps us understand what makes you who you are.”

The first draft of my 25 is below. Subsequent drafts were increasingly MBA-ified, and I still wrote the first draft knowing that a b-school adcomm was my audience, obviously, so it’s less random (read: fun &/or quirky) than it might have otherwise been. But representative nonetheless, and I genuinely had fun compiling it. I encourage everyone out there to do one yourself, and share it on Tumblr if that’s your bag.

  1. My first nephew, Leo, was born in February. On a related note, I think there should be a gender neutral word for niece/nephew, like “sibling” or “parent,” so that when you tell people your first nephew was born, they can assume there isn’t also a cute little niece already toddling around.
  2. Mostly to see if still had it in me, I picked up chess again in 2002 for the first time since I was a child and started competing in local tournaments. With a lot of study and practice, I eventually worked my way to a very respectable 1580 USCF (U.S. Chess Federation) rating.
  3. I’m a citizen of Colbert Nation. When I lived in New York, I got to see The Report filmed live; I also attended the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear in Washington, DC in 2010.
  4. I once made it into Amsterdam and then halfway across Europe on an expired passport. I was eventually caught at the Slovakian-Hungarian border and sent back to Bratislava, where I had to spend the weekend while I waited for the embassy to open and process a new passport for me.
  5. One thing all my friends know about me: I’m obsessed with The New Yorker. When I lived in New York, I attended the New Yorker Festival every year, and I’ve won Honorable Mention twice in TNY’s weekly Twitter contest, “Questioningly” (#TNYquestion). I’ll probably be buried with an issue of the magazine. Before that happens, though, I’d like to get at least one humor piece published in “Shouts & Murmurs.”
  6. Also on the bucket list: learn to sail, set foot inside the top of a lighthouse, compete on Jeopardy!, visit Antarctica, and marry Natalie Portman.
  7. My great-grandfather, Morris Wolman, walked across Europe—from Russia to the west coast of Europe—by himself when he was 13 years old. It was the first leg of a long journey that included stops in England and South Africa before ultimately landing in Baltimore, where he settled. I never met him, but I heard stories from my grandfather about his generosity, business acumen, tenacity, and gentleness—a rare combination. He remains an inspiration to me to this day.
  8. A state finalist in cross-country in high school, I put on 10-15 pounds after college due to a chronic illness and a suddenly slower metabolism. In 2004, I decided to work my way back into racing form, and that fall I finished 8th out of more than 4,000 competitors at San Francisco’s Komen Race for the Cure 5K.
  9. I am a Wednesday/Thursday/Sunday New York Times crossword solver.
  10. The West Valley Walkathon was the biggest event of the year at my elementary school. Each October, every student would solicit per-mile donations from parents, parents’ friends, neighbors, et al., and then walk or jog laps around the school, collectively raising upwards of $50,000 or $60,000. In 3rd grade, I decided to try to win. I did, alternately walking, jogging, and limping 30 miles in seven hours. The next year, I won again, this time with 32 miles. The year after that, I set the school record (since broken, I’ve heard) with 34 miles. (In 6th grade, I “stepped aside” to help my friend Matthew, who had finished second several times, finally win.) My most vivid memories are not of the awards ceremonies or the prizes (though the football autographed by the Super Bowl XXIII champion 49ers was pretty cool) but rather of the Walkathons themselves and the days afterward, which inevitably involved aching feet in buckets of ice and muscles so stiff I lumbered around like a 10-year-old Frankenstein monster.
  11. I can juggle.
  12. In New York, I went on one date with a former girlfriend of 2006 American League MVP Justin Morneau. I was MVP of my 8th-grade basketball team. I told her that. She seemed unimpressed.
  13. I’ve raised more than $1,000 for cancer research over the past several years by running in charity 5K’s and growing mustaches for “Movember.”
  14. I have visited more than three dozen countries on five continents, including three former dictatorships (Uganda, Cambodia & the Philippines) and one current one (Belarus).
  15. To diversify my investments, I bought a three-bedroom house in Goodyear, Arizona with a friend in 2005. Bad timing on that one.
  16. When I arrived in Shanghai, I started a blog on Tumblr to share my experiences with friends and family who might be interested. To my surprise, I now have more than 130 followers, 90% of whom are complete strangers, and last month “Hai from Shanghai” was named the gold medal winner in the China category by ExpatsBlog.com.
  17. Both my fourth toes dogleg inward and curl under my third toes. My grandmother had the same “defect,” so everyone in my family assumes this is genetic. On a similar note, I can turn my tongue upside-down, which my dad can also do but most people can’t. Again, we assume it’s genetic.
  18. I played piano for ten years as a child. Despite possessing no natural talent whatsoever, I was eventually able to play some challenging pieces, including Chopin’s Polonaise in A-flat major, Op. 53. Since I don’t have access to a piano in Shanghai, I bought a guitar and started taking lessons when I moved here. I’m still terrible.
  19. My uncle and his daughter have both appeared on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? Uncle Fred won $32,000 on the original show with Regis; Cousin Elise won $16,000 on the syndicated version.
  20. I have skydived in the Swiss Alps, camped on the Great Wall of China, spent an hour with a family of mountain gorillas in the Ugandan rainforest, and fired pistols at a transvestite cabaret theater that daylights as a firing range (yes, you read that right) in Thailand.
  21. Even though I’m an awful golfer — my handicap is so high, I don’t think it even qualifies as an official handicap — I have pulled off something many accomplished golfers never do: an eagle. The week before I left for Duke, my dad took me golfing, and on one short par-4, I drove the green and then putted in from the fringe for a 2.
  22. My cousin Todd, a math genius, was one of four members of the winning U.S. team at the 2004 World Puzzle Championships. When I learned about the event, I instantly became fascinated by these “Mind Olympians” and thought more people should know about them, so in 2008 I flew to Minsk to cover the World Championships as a reporter. Besides experiencing an interesting week (and terrible Belorussian food), I also got to meet and interview The New York Times’s famous crossword editor, Will Shortz.
  23. I’m a big A’s and 49ers fan, and a rabid Duke basketball fan.
  24. My paternal grandfather, the last of my living grandparents, died last February, one month from his 100th birthday. He did, however, live to see his first great-grandchild born.
  25. My online-dating handle is “The Male Liz Lemon.” If I have to explain that one, we probably weren’t meant to be. Don’t cry — you’ll meet someone else someday.
(Reblogged from shang-hi)

This is pretty cool.

(Reblogged from theatlantic)
I’d selected Fielding and my other hosts after scrolling through hundreds of profiles, winnowing out those whose narratives included the words “party,” “vegan,” and “free spirit,” and the phrases “I believe in the journey,” “Never stop learning, never stop loving,” and “Burning Man.
Patricia Marx, in “You’re Welcome,” her entertaining piece about couch-surfing in the April 16th New Yorker
I have a persistent fantasy that involves Khao San. In it, a middle-aged middlebrow middle manager from Phoenix is deposited at the western end of the road, near the Chanasongkhran police booth. He is a shocking sight, dressed in a blue business suit and a red tie and a white Oxford shirt, carrying a Hartmann briefcase, and wearing a Timex. He wanders through the snarl of peddlers’ carts and trinket booths. First, he discards his suit for batik drawstring trousers and a hemp vest and a Che Guevara T-shirt, or knock-off Timberland cargo shorts and a Japanimation tank top, and he sells his Timex to a guy with a sign that says “We buy something/camera/tent/sleeping bag/walkman/backpack/Swiss knife.” He then gets a leather thong bracelet for one wrist and a silver cuff for the other, stops at Golden Lotus Tattoo for a few Chinese characters on his shoulder, gets his eyebrow pierced at Herbal House Healthy Center, has blond extensions braided into his hair, trades his briefcase for a Stussy backpack and a Hmong fabric waistpack, watches twenty minutes of ‘The Phantom Menace’ or ‘The Blair Witch Project’ at Buddy Beer, goes into Hello Internet Cafe and registers as “zenmasterbob” on hotmail.com, falls in love with a Norwegian aromatherapist he meets in the communal shower at Joe Guest House, takes off with her on a trek through East Timor, and is never seen again.
From “The Place to Disappear,” by Susan Orlean, in a Jan. 2000 New Yorker
Madagascar is famed for its “megadiversity.” It’s the world’s fourth-largest island, bigger than California, and sits 250 miles off the southeast corner of Africa. Evolution took its own course in Madagascar. 80% of its animal and plant species are endemic — they occur nowhere else. Humans arrived 2,000 years ago, long after the earth’s major (nonfrozen) landmasses had been settled. They found none of the usual African megafauna — elephants, antelopes, lions, giraffes — but they did find giant tortoises and the largest bird that ever lived (the elephant bird, about 10 feet tall). These species are long vanished, hunted and habitat-deprived into extinction, along with at least 16 species of lemur, including one the size of a gorilla.

From William Finnegan’s great piece in The New Yorker about a Manhattan nightlife baron and his quest to save an endangered tortoise species.

10-foot-tall birds and lemurs the size of gorillas? Are you kidding me? Madagascar used to be in my travel wish list Top 10, before it devolved into what it’s tragically devolved into.

paulbrady:

My old Oyster coworker Michael Wolman shot Hong Kong for HuffPost Travel.

(Reblogged from paulbrady)
Moscow, in the grip of the cold, is not everyone’s idea of a perfect vacation. It is a famously difficult city in general — especially for pedestrians, those with no Russian and anyone put off by pushy crowds, confusing signage and surly ticket sellers. Winter just makes it worse. People are bundled up in furry cocoons. The sidewalks are largely uncleared. Still, for my wife and me, visiting our daughter, who was there for a semester abroad, it takes only a few hours to realize that present-day Moscow is also alive and energized, a city in the giddy grip of really enjoying itself.

From Rick Lyman’s “Moscow in the Snow,” an excellent travel story in last week’s Times. Love the lede, too:

They’re like mountain goats, these women. Skittering up, over and around the ice sheets and the snow slicks on every sidewalk in central Moscow, their spike-heeled boots somehow finding purchase on the sharp, crusty surface. Some of them are texting while they do it.

…and why is there a quote from Zeppelin’s bassist?

These newfangled U.S. passports (i.e., updated sometime between 2001, when I got my last passport, and this year, when I got my new one; when did this happen?) are super hi-tech and chromatic and patriotic and so on. Was Sarah Palin somehow VP on the day they designed these?

It is all too rare these days the fortune-cookie fortune that actually tells a fortune. Rarer, still, one so prescient.