“Honey Santana didn’t despise her ex-husband as much as she claimed. She felt compelled to bad-mouth Perry Skinner because it was he who had filed for divorce, beating her to the punch. By that time they’d already agreed that staying married would be lunacy, their feelings for each other having been flayed raw by one emotional upheaval after another. Honey’s attorney had been fumbling around, trying to draft a basic divorce petition, when she’d received the court papers from Perry. Her pride had been scalded, because among the women she knew, it was always the wife who divorced the husband and never the other way around.
[…] Being alone with Perry still flustered her, four years after the divorce. It wasn’t his attitude that was intimidating but rather the way he’d look at her- like he still cared yet didn’t want her to know, which was, for Honey, difficult to handle.
Sometimes she envied her divorced friends, who seemed liberated by toxic and spiteful relationships with their exes. […] Honey Santana had simply worn him out with her bewildering projects and antic crusades. He was feeling whipsawed and she was feeling caged, and there seemed to be no practical solution except to split up.
Still, Honey couldn’t forgive Perry for filing first, which made it appear as if the whole damn thing was her fault when it wasn’t.”
-Excerpt from Carl Hiaasen’s Nature Girl, pg. 40-41
3 years ago
For an interview question, one of the big New York Wall Street firms asked a question like this:
Suppose there are 10 people in line. And suppose that those 10 people are wearing either red or blue hats. There is an infinite amount of red or blue hats. Therefore, those 10 people can be wearing all red, all blue, no red, no blue, some red, some blue, etc. So suppose those 10 people are lined up, and there’s a gunman threatening to shoot them if they don’t correctly guess which color hat they are wearing at the moment. But here’s the good part: the person 10th in line can see the color of the hats of the 9 in front of him, the 9th person in line can see the color of the hats that the 8 people before him are wearing, etc. etc. Each person can only say one color.
What is the highest number (probability) of people that can survive?
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OK, so the answer’s supposed to be something like 9.5 (don’t ask me, I got this from my MIT friend. It has a chance of being incorrect).
But here’s my question:
1.) Why doesn’t the 10th person, if he is a noble creature, try to yell out as many color hats he can before he gets shot for cheating so that he can increase the chances of the others surviving?
2.) Let’s say you’re person # 10 and you hate the next person in line (he stole your wife?). Why can’t you say a wrong color and get him shot? You still have a 50-50 shot of guessing correctly yourself.
3.) How is this scenario even possible?
3 years ago
If Emeril was this guy who was pole-skinny, would anyone still consider him a culinary genius?
Bam!
3 years ago
If I were pregnant and my hormones were making me incredibly preppy, I would name my female offsprings:
1.) Lawson
2.) Carter
3.) Blair
4.) Kendall
5.) Molly (I don’t know how this one fits)
3 years ago
One time, I was reading the Economist and stumbled upon 50 Cent saying something along the lines of:
“I don’t know. I don’t follow the election as closely as I used to.”
Something like that, because I don’t remember what it was verbatim. That might have not been it, but it was something to that degree.
And the Economist caption ran something along the lines of:
“50 Cent, when asked which Democratic candidate he supported. He used to support Clinton, but then switched to Obama. Now he isn’t quite sure.”
I might be the only person who found this hilarious. Can you imagine what might have possible ran through his head?
“My raps really degrade women, so I better support Clinton. Oh !$@$#@. No, it’s better to support Obama cause we brothas! Naaa, man. This is hard! @!#!@# #@!#@! !@#%%!#$!$$%.”
That’s what I thought
3 years ago
I desperately need something to pass my time so I can go back to college.
Good day: The class of 2012 got their rooming assignments and I got to see a few of my future residents for next year!
5 Things I’d like to be if it wasn’t for the fact that I lacked in some category:
5. Contestant on some dance show
4. Head Chef/Bakery Owner
3. The Apprentice
2. Pro Poker Player
1. Mr. Big
3 years ago
Maybe the true tragedy behind the story of Dido and Aeneas wasn’t her inability to forgive him (which led to her ultimate demise, committing suicide in the name of so-called ‘lost love’), but rather, the fact that she was forced into falling in love with him.
Maybe, if she had a choice, she would have decided not to pursue a man who was obviously in love with [insert thing that men are more dedicated to in this area- but I guess for Aeneas, it was just war and glory and the whatnot] and instead, ruled alone, supreme, and never allow anyone to be her lord.
Or maybe, if she had been given the choice and DECIDED to fall in love with him, she wouldn’t have been so devastated when he left. She might have pulled herself together and a.) ruled by herself for the rest of her life or b.) found someone else. It’s a shame that someone so powerful had a demise. I blame the Greek Gods.
I guess the biggest tragedy is that if you google ‘Dido’, the first thing that comes up isn’t the greek tragedy, but some pop singer/rock star/female with blond hair.
But I don’t have a choice in that matter.
3 years ago
