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| I remember right after college, many of my friends went into investment banking. People would always say "They make a lot, but given the hours, it's like they are making minimum wage". But even the most rudimentary calculation would say otherwise:
100 hours per week for 50 weeks a year = 5000 hours. At $7 an hour, that's only $35,000. If you are making $100k, that's like 3x minimum wage!
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| Can lip readers read the lips of characters in animated movies?
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| A new beginning - just finished my last day of work at the first and only job I've had since the end of college. It's going to be weird getting up tomorrow and not going to work. I feel a little more wistful than I had imagined I would feel, but soon that will be replaced with the panic of needing to find an apartment.
Philadelphia had a couple goodbye presents for me - it started with torrential downpours and a lightning storm. I went out to university city to catch dinner and watch the dark knight. On my way to the restaurant walking down 38th street, a crazy guy was walking the other direction and started to walk towards me and make gestures. I tried to sidestep around him, but then out of the corner of my eye I saw his fist headed towards my head. I dodged to the side and it just glanced off my neck...thankfully he was somewhat frail and it didn't hurt to much. Did some instantaneous calculations to determine that it wouldn't be worth fighting and I speedwalked off.
Thanks Philadelphia...
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| When I was younger, I collected baseball cards. I took this hobby to a borderline obsession, and knew few people my age who were as into collecting as I was. I spent countless hours at card shops, flea markets, and further countless hours organizing all of my favorite cards into plastic sleeves and tracking the "value" of all my cards by studying the pages of Beckett baseball card monthly.
Of course, my feeling now is all that time and money could have been better spent elsewhere, say, developing my hidden talent for table tennis. Along the way, I have this memory of what my friend's older sister said to us at a sleepover while we were looking over our collections - she said, "Why do you guys like cards so much? They're just pieces of paper with people's pictures on them."
At the time, her words were blasphemous, but I guess now I see her point. Now I'm taking the older sister's role now when I ask, "What's the big deal about diamonds? How can a shiny rock that will probably spend most of its life hidden in a jewelery box be worth so much money? Aren't people worried that the artificially high market prices caused by DeBeer's near monopoly may go away? And what about the rise of synthetic diamonds?"
http://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/diamonds-on-demand.html?c=y&page=1
My most valuable card? probably a Barry Bonds rookie card. My favorite card? hands down - Jose Canseco 1986 fleer update rookie card...classic.
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| If you ever are in a contest where the outcome is decided by the noise of the audience clapter and cheering, do whatever you can to get judged last. Trust me on this one. | | |
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