That is one foggy morning!
Oh! The irony!!
Book Review: What the Dog Saw by Malcolm Gladwell
This book is a bit different from Gladwell’s other books. In fact, the book is an anthology of nineteen real-life stories in which the author seeks to draw out key lessons and insights.
Part One is all about how obsessives, pioneers, and other varieties of minor genius create endurable products and ideas. This goes from Chop-a-matic to women’s hair dye, birth control pills, and how dogs are tamed. There is a chapter about Nassim Taleb and how he was able to get past our biases about applying agency to outcomes.
Part Two is about theories, Predictions, and Diagnoses. This part was a bit more intriguing to me. In the Enron story, the author shows how, unlike the Watergate scandal, Enron was not trying to hide anything. Everything was there in the 10-Qs and 10-Ks. However, it was beyond the understanding of any normal investor to comprehend the complexities of the filings. There was nobody on Wall Street who would actually read them up and break them down for the normal investor. This is a peril of too much information.
Another interesting story demonstrates how the homeless problem can be solved (and has been in certain cities) in a way that costs far less than keeping them on the street. But it is nearly impossible to do so because the solution would run counter to our considered moral and political principles.
Part Three is about personality, character, and intelligence. The author delves into data showing that the largest value-creating companies were actually started by people past their mid-40s, yet we somehow equate genius with precocity. My favorite topic was how our interviewing process never gets the information we really need to hire a candidate.
But my absolute favorite chapter is “Are smart people overrated?”. To be fair, I like it so much because it aligns with my beliefs. I have picked many a losing argument with self-styled talent experts, board members, and peer groups on this topic. So, there is that bit of bias from personal experience on my side there.
I enjoyed reading the book. I think you will too.

FedEx – false precision
It is a bit ironic that FedEx goes to the level of precision to say the delivery window starts at 10 minutes past 9 (not your standard 9 o’clock) and then admits it will be somewhere within a wide range of 4 hours.
Interestingly, if they had said somewhere between 9 and 1 and it had shown up at 1:05, I would not have minded at all. Now that it has set my mind to 9:10-1:10, if it shows up at 1:15, I am going to have a vague feeling that they let me down!
I was reading this somewhere else about how numbers have odd precision interpretation. “It will take me 4 minutes” or “It will take me 6 minutes” conveys a far higher precision than “It will take me 5 minutes”!!

Reminded me of some of my test papers in school
“How many birthday calls do you make?”
Once in a while, I face that question, and I usually respond with “I probably average about 9-10 calls a day.”
This morning, curiosity got the better of me, and I sat down to try to figure that out. Additionally, to identify any interesting patterns in the distribution of calls.
Extracting information from macOS Contacts proved to be more challenging than I anticipated. I had to use Google Contacts, Text files, Numbers, and finally Excel to get to it.
Turns out I have 3,235 birthdays in my calendar. However, 58 of them are no more. So, I make 3,177 wishes every year, averaging just under 9 a day.
Some interesting statistics…
(*) There is no day that I do not have a birthday wish to make. The least is 2 (on Mar 23).
(*) The highest is 19 on three different dates: Jan 22, Sep 9, and Nov 14 (which was yesterday).
(*) Aug and Sep are the months with the highest number of birthdays (over 300 each).
I feel I am well prepared to answer the question next time 🙂

This one seems to have burst in flames
There is a riot of colors on Westside Parkway today
Some ghazals and qawwalis for the evening
Paas rehta hai, dur rehta hai
Koi dil mein zaroor rehta hai
Jab se dekha hai unki aankhon ko
Halka halka suroor rehta hai
Roughly translated (improvements welcome)…
Sometimes near me, sometimes far away
But she sure does live in my heart
Ever since I lay my eyes on her
I have remained forever mildly intoxicated






