Reimagining Work, Self and Relationship

The Three Marriages: Reimagining Work, Self and Relationship

Quote of a quote:

“Whyte’s premise is also his conclusion:”

We should stop thinking in terms of work-life balance. Work-life balance is a concept that has us simply lashing ourselves on the back and working too hard in each of the three commitments. In the ensuing exhaustion we ultimately give up on one or more of them to gain an easier life.

… [E]ach of these marriages is, at its heart, nonnegotiable; that we should give up the attempt to balance one marriage against another, of, for instance, taking away from work to give more time to a partner, or vice versa, and start thinking of each marriage conversing with, questioning or emboldening the other two. … (once we understand they are not negotiable) we can start to realign our understanding and our efforts away from trading and bartering parts of ourselves as if they were salable commodities and more toward finding a central conversation that can hold all of these three marriages together.

 

http://www.farnamstreetblog.com/2015/06/the-three-marriages/

College Application Essay – Urban Legends

College Application Essay – Urban Legends.

I have read this so many times over the years. It’s so great.

 

This is an actual essay written by a college applicant to NYU in response to this question:

3A. IN ORDER FOR THE ADMISSIONS STAFF OF OUR COLLEGE TO GET TO KNOW YOU, THE APPLICANT, BETTER, WE ASK THAT YOU ANSWER THE FOLLOWING QUESTION: ARE THERE ANY SIGNIFICANT EXPERIENCES YOU HAVE HAD, OR ACCOMPLISHMENTS YOU HAVE REALIZED, THAT HAVE HELPED TO DEFINE YOU AS A PERSON?

I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently.

Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row. I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.

Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.

I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat 400.

My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me. I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations with the CIA.

I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid.

On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prize-winning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin.

I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.

But I have not yet gone to college.

(The author was accepted and is now attending NYU.)

‘It’s okay to say Merry Christmas’, but do we need a reminder?

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Took this picture today, December 28th. I have never met someone who had a problem with saying Merry Christmas, just people arguing it should be allowed to be said.

Who is against saying Merry Christmas, I say Eid Mubarak to everyone on Eid. Dame with Happy Chinese New Years.

Possible car or change stealing attempt?

Terrible last night.

Phone died on the sky train so I had to do half of my hour commute listening to the hum of a train. Yeah, I know first world problems…

So get off the train and walk to my car in the parkade only to discover that my window was broken.

Paused, took a breath, shit happens – let’s take pics before getting into car. Oh right, my phone is dead.

Open the car start looking around nothing seems to be missing, except the gps. That doesn’t make sense. If i was gonna steal the gas, I would also take the change. Plus the GPS would be hidden and nothing was in sight.

So I look around go to two different people, one in a suit and a laptop bag.

‘Hi, do you mind if I use your phone? Mine is dead and someone broke my car window I just need to call my cousin.’

Both had a second of hesitation in their eyes. Sheepishly they both say and I’m paraphrasing, ‘oh um I don’t have a cellphone’.

Well that’s their prerogative I’m not going to pressure them or ask a second time.

So I walk back to the sky train station and go up to a car driver. Explain the situation and ask if I can use their phone. But this time I offer my phone as collateral. Nope.

I’ll also let you hold my wallet? Nope.

I’m not going to run off. I’m in business casual with an overcoat. Nope.

Well what can I do?

His plan, sit in the car and call. That’s fair.

I sit hand over my phone, he locks the doors. I call my cousin and explain the situation.

Cousin heads over we take pictures. Using snow clearing brush/scraper, I brush all the glass into a nice and out of the way pile. I try to pick it up and put it into a bag but as my cousin points out I don’t have gloves. No point risking cuts.

I know icbc isn’t going to be much help, but I call in morning to listen to a message that confirms my suspicions. I just need to get it fixed. Heading to work now, writing this. Dad is going to shop the stores find the best deal for a repair mechanic.

What you gonna do right? Weird only my car was hit and nothing was taken. My theory is someone was seen as they broke the window to steal the car, and they just walked away? I don’t think they were trying to steal stuff because I have nothing displaying in the car.

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Research shows working more than 40 Hours is unproductive.

I like the article and I agree but question. Why forty hours? Is that optimal?

I don’t have the papers at the top my head as I am writing on a train but I remember reading the optimum hours are around the thirty to thirty five mark.

I’m thinking because although one is not as productive one does produce. And if one is on salary without overtime, as long as a company does not burn out an individual it is most likely in their best interest to churn out work. Especially in the starting stages of a company.

This is an interesting topic.

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