Mordu par un Serpent
Il y a une expression en Anglais — “to be snakebitten” — qui veut dire mot à mot “être mordu par un serpent,” mais veut dire figurativement “avoir de malchance.” Moi, je suis “snakebitten” cette semaine. Ca commence par mon accident à velo. Puis hier soir, notre chienne Elsie, la plus mignon chienne du monde (regardez), a été mordue par un serpent à sonnette, qui est très dangereux à cause de son venim, qui peut tuer des animaux et des hommes. Elsie a été mordue à sa bouche, qui a commencé à saigner. J’ai dû la emmener à la clinique vétérinaire à vingt-deux heures; nous avons eu peur qu’elle puisse mourir. Elle est restée à la clinique vétérinaire jusqu’à ce soir. Sa bouche est très enflée, mais la vétérinaire m’a dit qu’elle serait meilleure après deux ou trois jours. Mais le traitement a couté plus de mille dollars, parce que le “anti-venim” est très cher.
Je ne voudrais pas penser à ce que peut être se passera demain!
The Short Version
Friday was a beautiful day for a ride. I rode into Santa Rosa, stopped downtown for a soda, then started home. I was riding up Old Redwood Highway, wanting to get to my son’s Geometry class (the last of his difficult summer school session) before it ended, so I could surprise him. I started to make a right-hand turn onto Angela Drive, but realized at the last second that I was going too fast. I tried to brake and turn to avoid a decorative rock pillar on the left side of the road, but was unable to, and crashed directly into it, leading with my left forearm: a hard, sickening crash that threw me onto the pavement and left me stunned. A very kind couple took me to Kaiser. These pictures are not for the squeemish; I was probably going 25 mph and stopped all of my momentum with my forearm:
I needed surgery immediately, and ended up with a steel plate and 9 screws in my arm. Yesterday all the pain medicine made me sick; today all the other non-arm bruised and battered parts of my body are aching.
The staff at Kaiser were fantastic, and some very funny things happened during the experience, which I will post later, but all in all it was not at all fun.
More Than 160 Characters
It occurs to me that lately I’ve been Twitter-ized, or Facebook-ed, shoehorning my thoughts into small bits of text, rather than actually writing anything. Not that the public’s been out there clamoring for SSSBlog posts (no one seems to care), but I’m afraid that my brain will become unable to think of anything longer than a demi-paragraph.
Ironic, given that technology has opened up a huge pipeline of information, that our writing has reverted to the days of the telegram: ”Arrived London. Deal on. Return tomorrow.”
So today, something a bit longer, a whole 20 minutes, perhaps, on Albania.
When I was younger, Albania — a small country on the Adriatic Sea lying between Greece and Macedonia — was in the grip of a dictatorship that originally was aligned with the former USSR but later formed strong ties with China. As a result, I always thought of it as a sinister and threatening place, a nest of oppressive communist evildoers, even though, in fact, I really knew nothing about it.
My view of Albania changed last year when met and became friends with a young woman from Albania at the Alliance Francaise in Paris. To the extent I had a mental image of Albanians, she was the antithesis of it: smart, funny, informed, interesting, engaging, open, friendly, pretty (perhaps even beautiful), and sweet, with a big, generous heart. She was studying French because she wanted more than anything to be an architect, and that path wasn’t open to her in Albania, so she came to Paris, 18 years old (though she seems much more mature than that) to study French and enroll in a university.
On the face of it, we were unlikely friends, this bright young Albanian woman and me, an older fairly stodgy American, but we became friends, and we’d sometimes we’d sit in the cafeteria and she’d tell me stories of her family in Albania. Times were hard sometimes; political changes would impact them in a way that wouldn’t happen in the U.S. But it became clear that Albania, like many other Eastern European countries, was now on its way to becoming more free, more open, more a part of the rest of Europe. And although she didn’t perhaps recognize it, my friend — and the rest of her Albanian friends in Paris — were part of the vanguard of that change.
Sunday Albanians voted in parlementary elections, an election that seems to have been conducted peacefully, openly, and fairly. My friend’s Facebook posts were election-related; I wished her country courage and good luck.
Albania joined NATO last year and is hoping to join the European Union soon. I hope it succeeds. Amidst all the crises we are facing, there is good news out there. My young Albanian friend has given me a peculiar interest in that country. I know it continues to have problems (the countryside, I think, remains backwards and very poor), but if it has many young people in it like my friend, its future is bright.
The Cost of Fear
Even the world’s best pros are so consumed with avoiding bogeys that they make putts for birdie discernibly less often than identical-length putts for par, according to a coming paper by two professors at the University of Pennsylvania’s Wharton School. After analyzing laser-precise data on more than 1.6 million Tour putts, they estimated that this preference for avoiding a negative (bogey) more than gaining an equal positive (birdie) — known in economics as loss aversion — costs the average pro about one stroke per 72-hole tournament, and the top 20 golfers about $1.2 million in prize money a year.
A fascinating study in the New York Times this week (which should have been somewhere other than the sports section) on the cost of fear. We think by being cautious we hold on to our gains, but in fact fear costs us long-term. I confess I’m like this; a loss seems bigger to me than the same-sized gain. Or more precisely, perhaps, the pain of a loss is considerably more than the sense of joy or satisfaction at the same-sized gain. This is why politicians run negative ads, and why people hold on to stocks they’ve taken a loss on. We know this intuitively, but it is remarkable to see it demonstrated so clearly.
Un Petit Podcast Pour Mes Amis en Europe
Deux versions — le premier en français, le deuxième (le même chose) en anglais.
Enjoy!
Mozilo Charged with Fraud
In 1997, I almost went to work for this man and his company. Some of my colleagues did go to work there. Now the company's gone under, and he's charged with fraud by the SEC. After my visit to his operation, I can't say that I'm surprised. It was a testosterone-infused money-money-money operation that left me feeling ill at ease. One time in my life when my gut instincts steered me in the right direction….
http://www.economist.com/finance/displaystory.cfm?story_id=13805607
Vineyard Off Faught Road
Taken during our afternoon walk on another beautiful Sonoma County day
