I guess that’s about all I anted to say.  All the friends I’ve heard back from got accepted too.  It’s good news and I hear that other people freak out after something exciting like this, but I’m not really a freak-out sort of guy.

A new theory suggests that creativity comes in two distinct types – quick and dramatic, or careful and quiet.
By Daniel H. Pink

In the fall of 1972, when David Galenson was a senior economics major at Harvard, he took what he describes as a “gut” course in 17th-century Dutch art. On the first day of class, the professor displayed a stunning image of a Renaissance Madonna and child. “Pablo Picasso did this copy of a Raphael drawing when he was 17 years old,” the professor told the students. “What have you people done lately?” It’s a question we all ask ourselves. What have we done lately? It rattles us each birthday. It surfaces whenever an upstart twentysomething pens a game-changing novel or a 30-year-old tech entrepreneur becomes a billionaire. The question nagged at Galenson for years. In graduate school, he watched brash colleagues write dissertations that earned them quick acclaim and instant tenure, while he sat in the library meticulously tabulating 17th- and 18th-century indentured-servitude records. He eventually found a spot on the University of Chicago’s Nobelist-studded economics faculty, but not as a big-name theorist. He was a colonial economic historian – a utility infielder on a team of Hall of Famers.

Read it all at Wired…

It was supposed to get cold months ago, and the most we’ve gotten was a slight windy chill. Does anybody know why this happened? Global warming is scientifically proven, but I didn’t think it was that intense.

Anyone? Anybody know anything about this sudden lack of snow? Oh well, enough of my winter-time rant. I hope everyone enjoys their spring-time that is sure to come (as soon as fall officially ends). Best of luck this year.

Tonight is the night everyone stays up until late in the morning, getting more and more “into the spirit of things” as the night goes on. Tonight is the night we make decisions we are supposed to stick to for the next year.

But in our frenzy to write down something for the old tradition, many of us do so without thinking it out in advanced; without planning past much more than a desire. “I want to lose a few pounds” becomes “I will work out every day” with no thought of the consequences from such a sudden change in exercise regime, or where those unwanted pounds may have even come from.

Historically, our resolutions are so ill fitting that none of us even stick to them! This has led to the word “resolve” now becoming synonymous with nothing more than “try” in our minds. What was once a noble word, with denotations of honor and fidelity, has now become little if not a joke. Around this time of year it is thrown around with no more thought than a poorly aimed snowball: off target, but with good intentions.

But not for me. This year I will make something of it. I will ponder out my coming resolution. I will keep my promise as steadfast as the duration it stands for. An entire year of unwavering diligence. I know that I will be better off for it, and any who choose to join me will be as well.