Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Here's the rest of the story about Manute Bol: Christian, athlete, and hero.
Well, in the case of Woot, he writes this memo. Here's a sample:
Other than that, we plan to continue to run Woot the way we have always run Woot – with a wall of ideas and a dartboard. From a practical point of view, it will be as if we are simply adding one person to the organizational hierarchy, except that one person will just happen to be a billion-dollar company that could buy and sell each and every one of you like you were office furniture. Nevertheless, don’t worry that our culture will suddenly take a leap forward and become cutting-edge. We’re still going to be the same old bottom-feeders our customers and readers have come to know and love, and each and every one of their pre-written insult macros will still be just as valid in a week, two weeks, or even next year. For Woot, our vision remains the same: somehow earning a living on snarky commentary and junk.
Kotter: What I found at least a decade ago is you don't start by saying, we're going to change the corporate culture. That's the end result. It's a very good end result, but it's not where you start, and it's the wrong goal.
Tradition is a very powerful force. You see cases [in which] people work their butts off for a few years, and they do find new ways of doing innovation and marketing, and it works, and then they take their eye off the ball to do something else, and it all starts to creep back toward tradition. It's all about making it stick, and that inevitably changes the culture.
Read the rest of the Business Week interview with John P. Kotter and Nancy Dearman here.
- Neatorama: Are cell phones harming honey bees?
- Tanmay Vora suggests that we enjoy the process.
- Kelly Edwards: Mini-office storage chest.
- Fortune: If Verizon gets the iPhone.
- David Daniels: Ombra mai fu.
- Seth Godin: An island and a sugar cane machine.
- Yul Brynner: anti-smoking commercial.
- KnowHR examines what's hot and what's not in sports and work.
As much as I oppose censorship, I've always regarded that thought as rather feeble. It denies the impact of literature. Just as many of us are uplifted by what we read, so too may we be brought down via the same activity.
I've gotten to the point where my reading is carefully selected depending on what I want my mood to be. Russian literature can be gloomy (although I still read it) and an Inspector Maigret novel makes me want to sit at a boulevard cafe and wonder about the lives of strangers.
So what do you read when you want to get pumped up and which writers do you avoid?
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Here's a video of the distinguished Senator humbly speaking of his work.
Ethicist Michael Josephson advocates that an ethical principle should be abandoned only to further another true ethical principle which, in the decision maker's conscience, produces the greatest amount of good in the long run. [Skeptics who rush to point out the loophole about conscience should acknowledge that if a person is determined to evade a standard, then even a tightly worded guideline won't work.]
Many of the contradictions that we face, however, are less a matter of doing good than of being effective. The question of whether a manager should meet with a supervisor once a week or more or less often is unlikely to produce ethical questions unless an extreme is involved, such as extensive micromanaging or outright neglect and indifference.
While in the middle ground, how should we sort through the contradictions? One alternative may be to stand on the shoulders of Josephson's guidance and ask, "Which management principle will, in addition to being ethical, produce the greatest amount of good performance in the long run?"
But what use is the best of dye-jobs (no doubt available in Hollywood) if the first thing potential employers see is one's date of birth? Thus the Guild's concern, and it's hardly a paranoid one. Yet even if online resumes provided by IMDb exclude an explicit statement of age, a writer's credits are still going to give him away. If you scripted episodes of "Happy Days," don't expect producers to believe that you are in your thirties.
Is there anything screenwriters can do? Maybe it's time for a fifth-column assault on the culture of youth worship, which, itself, is getting awfully long in the tooth.
Monday, June 28, 2010
A musician I know says that when she goes backstage after friends of hers have played a particularly disastrous set of songs, she says either a)"Hey guys you really did it!" or b) "Did you have fun?" As a longshot candidate I can testify that "Are you having fun?" quickly becomes a really annoying question, and it gets asked by about 80% of people you encounter. Translation: "We can't think of any other reason why you might be doing this." I gave up explaining that it would be worth doing even if I wasn't having fun.
[Execupundit confession: A congressional candidate came to my door the other day. I almost asked him if he was having fun.]
- Genuinely offended;
- Not really offended but instead is trying to show that he or she is more virtuous than the alleged offender;
- Feigning offense in order to gain an advantage;
- A professional protester who makes a living from selective outrage;
- An advocate who would argue as vehemently for the other side if employed by that side;
- Genuine but hypersensitive and inclined to search high and low for offense;
- Protesting simply because others are doing so;
- A natural contrarian;
- Trying to divert attention from another matter; or
- Driven by bias more than by reason.
Many leading automakers are embracing compacts and subcompacts, which could comprise one-third of the U.S. market by 2013. But to say the T.25 is tiny is to say John Isner and Nicolas Mahut can play tennis. At just a hair over 4 feet wide and just shy of 8 feet long, it’s smaller than a Smart ForTwo or Toyota iQ yet can seat three.
A car that small opens up all kinds of possibilities in a congested urban setting. Parked nose to the curb, three will fit in a single space. With a turning radius of just under 20 feet, the car will almost literally turn on a dime. And the T.25 is so narrow you could drive two abreast.
What I missed at the time was he had two characteristics that several of his rivals lacked:
He was charismatic and he looked the part.
Do not underestimate the power of that combination. Consider Fidel Castro, a brutal dictator by any standard. He is the chief warden of an island prison-state where people are imprisoned and tortured for speaking out for basic liberties and yet he attracts an array of fawning visitors and admirers. Why? Because he is charismatic and looks the part. Make him a bland banker-type in a rumpled suit and many if not all of those enraptured supporters in Europe and the United States would be calling for his scalp.
They are not judging him by reality. They are judging him by what they wish he would be; by their romantic image of the brave revolutionary. Castro stands as an extreme example of the tendency of many to view reality through the mists of a dream instead of a clear window.
Sometimes, the thugs and the incompetents are the most charming and attractive people in the room. They may be eloquent. They may dress well, have great smiles, and hug small children.
But they are still thugs and incompetents.
Every sip is a protest. Petra Mgoza-Zeckay, a pleasant, rosy-cheeked woman, takes a sip of water. "I don't drink Coca-Cola anymore, ever since the day (former German Chancellor Helmut) Kohl handed out Coca-Cola on Karl Marx Square." She takes another sip of water. She also lost her taste for bananas, which were also handed out during Kohl's appearance.
It is May 1, 2010, and Mgoza-Zeckay is sitting in a brown armchair in her living room in Leipzig. A bouquet of red carnations, a symbol of the workers' movement, is on the table. She says she was an "ML teacher" until 1990, a professor of Marxism-Leninism at Leipzig's Karl Marx University. Today, her profession no longer exists.
Read the rest of the Der Spiegel article here.
A training project in Houston for a Fortune 500 company. The training area was an entire floor in a high-rise, the rooms were very well-designed, and at break times in the afternoon, the kitchen staff brought in platters of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
- If Congress concludes that ignorance has a substantial impact on interstate commerce, can it constitutionally require students to do three hours of homework nightly? If not, why not?
- Can you name a human endeavor that Congress cannot regulate on the pretense that the endeavor affects interstate commerce? If courts reflexively defer to that congressional pretense, in what sense do we have limited government?
In a series of posts, John Phillips has been analyzing Ms. Kagan's record with regard to employment and labor law.
- Fortune: The best stimulus is to cut the spending.
- Seth Godin with a customer "unservice" story.
- Matthew Continetti looks at the Tea Party movement.
- Excellent film: The trailer for The Mountains of the Moon.
- Neatorama: A rush hour puppet show.
- Box Office Mojo: Toy Story 3 way up, Jonah Hex way down.
- Sports Illustrated: Edwin Jackson's no-hitter.
- Guy Sorman on the end of the European siesta.
- The American: Already rising taxes on the middle class.
- FutureLawyer on the Droid X.
- Commentary: The promise about being able to keep your present health insurance.
- Wired: Alcoholics Anonymous at 75 years and still working with a secret.
On a stormy night, when they are stranded in a large, secluded, country estate and the electricity has gone and the bodies of a few members of their group have been found, they light some candles . . . and decide to split up into small search parties.
Or, there is a mad killer in the area. A couple finds evidence that he has been living at the old, abandoned cabin, but wait, the cabin has a dark basement! They can barely see down those stairs! So where do they go?
A good exercise: See if you can describe some assumptions and activities your team has embraced that might cause an outsider to shout, "Don't go into that room!"
Friday, June 25, 2010
In a nifty set of experiments, three social scientists explored the differences between what they call "declarative" self-talk (I will fix it!) and "interrogative" self-talk (Can I fix it?). They began by presenting a group of participants with some anagrams to solve (for example, rearranging the letters in "sauce" to spell "cause".) But before the participants tackled the problem, the researchers asked one half of them to take a minute to ask themselves whether they would complete the task – and the other half to tell themselves that they would complete the task.
The self-questioning group solved significantly more anagrams than the self-affirming group.
Rather than get into the issue of insubordination, which can be a swamp, I believe that the General demonstrated very bad judgment in having a Rolling Stone reporter within 50 miles of his inner circle and that the juvenile remarks of his staff should have been nipped in the bud. Those officers helped to sink their commander. If McChrystal had been essential to the war effort - such as another Grant - then the President might have considered taking him to the woodshed but another element has been added to the equation since the days when McClellan and Hooker caused Lincoln so much woe: instant worldwide publicity.
It is much more difficult for a commander-in-chief to tolerate such behavior in a wired world without looking weak. Mix in the fact that a highly capable replacement was available and McChrystal was heading toward the door.
When I was growing up in Phoenix, the common term was "pop." Soda was a drink with ice cream that was served at a counter in the drugstore. As more and more refugees from eastern and midwestern winters arrived, "pop" was heard less often. I rarely hear it now.
Perhaps it was replaced by "latte."
Read the rest of The Wall Street Journal article on Italy's loss.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
We've all done this. We've permitted our thoughts to percolate a while before we pour them into a cup.
I wonder if this passive thought eventually gives us a clearer picture because our subconscious has slowly taken away the irrelevant. We see by not seeing and focus by not focusing.
Read the rest of Mark Steyn here.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
A few months back, I was dining with a friend at an Armenian restaurant in Beirut, and at the end of the meal he gracefully sidestepped the Turkish question by ordering a “Byzantine” coffee. The waiter laughed grimly. “Aside from coffee and waterpipes,” asked my friend, “what did the Turks leave us? They were here for 500 years, and they didn’t even leave us their language. We speak Arabic, French, and English. No one speaks Turkish. Their most important political institutions were baksheesh and the khazouk.”
Baksheesh is bribery, and the khazouk is a spike driven through its victim’s rectum, which the Ottomans used to terrify locals and deter potential insurgents. The Ottomans were hated here and throughout the Arabic-speaking Middle East, not only by the regional minorities (Christians, Jews, Shia, etc.) but also by their Sunni Arab coreligionists. All felt the heavy yoke of the Sublime Porte.
In the last few weeks, however, half a millennium’s worth of history has been conveniently forgotten, perhaps even forgiven, as Turkey has emerged as a regional power and the guarantor of Arab interests—against Israel, to be sure, but more importantly against Iran.
Only ten thousand years ago—a flicker of an eyelash in geological perspective—humans were physiologically pretty much as we are now. We were shorter, largely a function of nutrition, and probably more of us were at the low end of the bell curve of IQ, also largely a function of nutrition. But it’s doubtful that much was different at the high end of the bell curve, on any measure of ability. Each of us in this room had our counterparts in that world—people every bit as smart, handsome, aesthetically alert, industrious, with senses of humor as witty or ribald. And yet they lived a daily life only marginally different from that of the animals they hunted. They had managed to build shelters for themselves, to use fire, to make a few kinds of tools. But they had done those things millennia earlier—let me repeat, millennia earlier. And nothing much had changed. Daily life still consisted of a struggle to avoid dying—not to avoid dying some years down the road, but to avoid dying that day or a few days hence. Ten thousand years later, look at the world around us. World-sub-now minus world-sub-then equals what I mean by human accomplishment.
Think of human accomplishment as the resumé of our species. Our personal resumés leave out a lot. They leave out how generous we have been, how kind, how reverent. They leave out the things we shouldn’t have had to do in the first place. "Stopped beating my spouse" does not get included on a personal resumé. And so it is with the resumé of our species. It does not record our spiritual progress. It does not include "Defeated Hitler," or much of any other kind of military accomplishment, for, sadly, military accomplishment is seldom something we can be proud of without also being ashamed of whatever led to it. Our human resumé does include things like the cathedral at Chartres, the Razumovsky Quartet, champagne, the water wheel, chopsticks, and the Declaration of Independence.
Beware of CEOs who've just read a business bestseller.
Beware of bureaucrats who want to study your area.
Beware of politicians with a "comprehensive" plan.
Beware of speakers who "just want to say a few words."
Beware of door-to-door solicitors who "don't want to sell you anything."
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Word spread around my trade that I was somehow mixed up in church matters. It was embarrassing. I remember a distinguished foreign correspondent, with a look of mingled pity and horror on his face, asking: 'How can you do that?' I talked to few people about it, and was diffident about mentioning it in anything I wrote. I think it true to say that for many years I was more or less ashamed of confessing to any religious faith at all, except when I felt safe to do so.
- Author Steven Pressfield on the first draft.
- Lyle Lovett and his Large Band sing "Church."
- Rick Newman: 10 reasons why you don't need a hybrid.
- Outside: The best multi-purpose backpack.
- Jimmie Rodgers: T for Texas.
- Unicorn: Not the other white meat.
- Vortex cannon: a 200 mile per hour cloud.
- The Everly Brothers: Let It Be Me.
- From Britain: Jenny McCartney on the death of polite society.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Not the sort of thing to read late at night but very good indeed. I'm into the second volume. It does not make you want to be arrested in Switzerland.
- You can't chop back the entire jungle.
- It makes no sense to chop back more than is operationally required because you'd be wasting energy and time.
- Daily chopping is easier than chopping every two or three days but it may provide a sense of less accomplishment since the growth would be smaller.
And yet daily chopping is usually the best route. We get into trouble incrementally and we can stay out of it - the same way.
How do your in-boxes - both hard copy and electronic - look right now?
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
In the past, stars have queued up for a chance to play its young anti-hero Holden Caulfield. The list reads like a Who's Who of Hollywood glitterati, including Marlon Brando, Jack Nicholson, Leonardo DiCaprio, and Tobey Maguire.
John Cusack once said his only regret at turning 21 was that he had become too old to play Holden, while Ethan Hawke said at age 16 he became convinced he "was Holden Caulfield".
More here on the barriers to making a film out of "The Catcher in the Rye."
Is email really finished?
According to Sandberg, only 11% of teens email daily, a statistic she sees as a sign of the coming transition to SMS and social networks. But in 2005, another study found that less than 5% of American teens aged 12-17 preferred email over instant messaging for digital communication. Now, five years later, many of those teens are entering the business world--but we haven't seen AIM, Yahoo Messenger, and G-Chat overtake good old-fashioned email.
At least not yet.
Read the rest of Peggy Noonan here.
Friday, June 18, 2010
In fact, the more attention you lavish on yourself, the more unhappy you become. People focused on their bodies, their clothes, and their career aren't happy. Look around, and see if it isn't true. Devoting a lot of attention to yourself is actually a prescription for misery.
If you want to be happy, forget yourself. Forget all of it — how you look, how you feel, how your career is going. Just drop the whole subject of you. We all know this is true because we've all had the experience of doing some task — even cleaning the sock drawer or washing the dishes — and for a while, forgetting ourselves entirely. And when we blink our eyes and come back, we realize we've been happy.
- David Pryce-Jones: The fall of France.
- Neatorama: Hello Kitty motor oil.
- Vanity Fair: The top 10 most stunning French actresses.
- Wonder Boys: The trailer.
- Box Office Mojo: The box office rise of Robert Downey, Jr.
- Victor Davis Hanson fears government by the faculty lounge.
- Outside: The secret of vitamin D.
- Thoughts by Reka: Ambush marketing at the World Cup.
- Stanley Bing thanks all of his fathers.
Read Michael Novak's response to the Pope's question here.
What the government decided to do in June 1930 — against the advice of literally a thousand economists, who took out newspaper ads warning against it — was impose higher tariffs, in order to save American jobs by reducing imported goods.
This was the first massive federal intervention to rescue the economy, under Pres. Herbert Hoover, who took pride in being the first president of the United States to intervene to try to get the economy out of an economic downturn.
Within six months after this government intervention, unemployment shot up into double digits — and stayed in double digits in every month throughout the entire remainder of the 1930s, as the Roosevelt administration expanded federal intervention far beyond what Hoover had started.
Read the rest of Thomas Sowell on a mind-changing page.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
- statement by a young woman, who is accused of driving a van while under the influence of drugs, jumping a curb, and killing a woman working outside of her house.
Take some time today and read the rest of this post from View From the Ledge.
Do the ends justify the means? I'm going to have some pretty conflicted emotions about eating 10 or 12 bags of these things in one sitting. Let's just assume I'm putting them out of their misery.
Given the present ugly mood that exists in America, the Haitian economy could stage a quick recovery by exporting voodoo dolls of BP executives - pins provided. Ones with a foot in their mouth might command a price premium.
I've never understood the appeal of lethal injections. To me, there is a certain Dr. Mengele quality to it that is repellant. A firing squad of skilled marksmen is far preferable although it may possess a certain air of nobility that criminals who've earned the death penalty do not deserve. [I recall reading that the firing squad was denied Nazi war criminals due to that reason. They were hanged.]
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
- You are not either a manager or an employee. You are both a manager and an employee.
- You are not either a leader or a manager. You are both a leader and a manager.
- You may not be either part of the problem or part of the solution. You may be both part of the problem and part of the solution. Or you may be neither.
It is tempting to accord a quick label, but human endeavors are mixtures of good and bad motives, great and not-so-great activities, and elements of spirit that may fall in-between. This does not prevent us from accurately judging actions as good or bad. There are times when Either/Or applies. Understanding a wider range of alternatives, however, can help us choose the best one and have a clearer picture of reality.
It isn't to assign blame. It isn't to research the root causes. It isn't to plan new programs. It is to control, isolate, and resolve the crisis and mitigate its effects. If one group of experts and technicians isn't doing that then you bring in a group that can. You want to end the crisis, of course, but until that occurs, your job is to keep it from getting worse and to reduce the level of harm.
I've written earlier about the importance of squishing organization charts when faced with a mega-crisis. The top decision maker should have a direct line to the primary action officer on the ground so resources can be applied, authority granted, and unfiltered information given and received.
This technique will be damaged by efforts to acribe blame, if only because those efforts encourage a detachment rather than an engagement with the action. Decision makers may be tempted to distance themselves from responsibility lest some of the blame fall in their direction. The effective decision maker, however, actively strives to discourage rhetoric and actions that may turn needed allies into adversaries.
In short, the rescue squad members must avoid internal squabbling while the patient is still in need of their help. All focus must be on the job at hand.
The taciturn Conley, born in Cushing, Oklahoma, in 1940 is a genius. He takes over as president of Western Writers of America in June in Knoxville, Tennessee, becoming the first American Indian—he’s an enrolled member of the United Keetoowah Band of Cherokees—to serve as the organization’s prez. He also brings to it a certain wit and dry sense of humor.
On the Little Bighorn: “There was a BAE [Bureau of American Ethnology] ethnologist with Custer. He didn’t turn in his report.”
On his goals for WWA: “To not get impeached.”
On when he knew he wanted to write: “I never did. I’ve never made up my mind yet what I want to be.”
The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Entering Yeo’s house is a ritual itself. From the busy street in Singapore’s Joo Chiat neighborhood, you pass over a threshold that seems to lead into another century, into a narrow vestibule dominated by a screen made of three ten-foot-tall hand-carved antique panel doors (discovered by Yeo on an antiquing expedition in Beijing). Two smooth wooden benches are tucked nearby, to make shoe removal easy. Barefoot, with the nubby texture of a pebbled concrete floor to soothe your soles, you follow your host around to the other side of the screens, anticipating some Oriental palace beyond. But behind the ceremonial entryway, there’s a big surprise. The interior of Yeo’s house is a thoroughly minimal space of concrete floors, mirrored cabinets, low-slung furniture, dramatic glass-railed balconies, and a roof that opens to the stars.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."
I'm loading into my suitcase for an insanely packed bounce across America. It's only two days after my latest book, MEDIUM RAW, was released and already, my pupils float unseeing in my skull, my head is full of mush. I've been interviewed about 60 times in the last few days and every time I answer the same question in the same way, I hate myself nearly as much as I hate the contents of my suitcase -- whose only crimes are overfamiliarity.
Slipping on my shirt, the boots, packing and repacking over the next few days will, I know, soon come to feel like putting on an old, previously worn jester suit at some rennaissance fair of the Damned. Green Bay, Tulsa, Pittsburgh, Los Angeles, Salt Lake City, Portland, Seattle, Chicago, Cincinatti, Austin, Miami ... Reeling off the names, it sounds like a James Brown song, "Night Train" -- which I will no doubt be humming to myself during many pre-dawn drives to airports.
Yes, Anthony Bourdain is going on the road .
OK, where am I going with all this? I am very curious about the public’s changing perception of funeral service. I hope to perform, stealing a trendy term, a variation of a SWOT analysis….Strengths, Weaknesses, Opportunities and Threats. I want to casually poll some people who are Internet savvy and willing to take a few minutes to put down their thoughts.
"Vampire stories?" I repeated. Despite a secret fascination with werewolves—something strikes home for me about the need for anger management to keep you from going all beastly during a crisis—I had never really been a fan of vampires. I wasn't reading the Twilight books or watching True Blood. I never even read Interview With the Vampire—even though I dated a psychic vampire back in the early 90s—and my Tom Cruise allergy kept me from the movie.
The editor clarified: "Victorian vampire stories."
"Oh, I see." He knows I have a weakness for the atmosphere of Victorian genre fiction, from Raffles relieving the aristocracy of the burden of wealth to pissed-off ghosts chasing M.R. James's bumbling antiquarians. Who can resist an era in which first aid for any trouble begins with a shout of, "Brandy! For God's sake, bring her some brandy!"
Read the rest of Michael Sims here.
[HT: Arts & Letters Daily]
As my father-in-law said, when they want to raise taxes, it’s always for teachers and firemen — but when they actually get the money, it goes to buy leather chairs for guys you’ve never heard of who work downtown.
- You learn what to watch for and what to ignore.
- You know the importance of small pleasures.
- You quickly figure out who is very good, who talks a good game, who is quietly reliable, and who is dangerously inept.
- You know that rank and importance are not synonymous.
- You chew over information before swallowing it.
- You try to pick your own squad.
- You'd rather have dry socks than a brilliant speech.
- You romanticize neither your enemies nor your allies.
- You double-check.
- You are always ready to move.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Their job would be simple: Study, think, and argue. Advise any manager who seeks your assistance. Consider how the organization can be improved and what needs to be confronted now in order to prevent a crisis later. Surface what everyone knows but no one speaks. Make recommendations when you feel they are appropriate but most of all, make your presence matter.
My guess is the organization would benefit greatly.
ALBANY — Gov. David A. Paterson and legislative leaders have tentatively agreed to allow the state and municipalities to borrow nearly $6 billion to help them make their required annual payments to the state pension fund.
And, in classic budgetary sleight-of-hand, they will borrow the money to make the payments to the pension fund — from the same pension fund.
[HT: The Cranky Professor]
At least that is how I'll choose to describe it.
In general, dental work doesn't bother me. Root canal? Just give me the drugs. Cavities filled? Yawn. Crown work? Hmm. It depends.
This is in the It Depends category.
[UPDATE: Where did I put that pain medicine?]
- They know very little about the actual job requirements.
- They disagree over the necessity and priority of various job skills.
- They say they want A but really want G.
- They are threatened by a highly qualified candidate.
- They don't care much about who gets the job.
- They know who is going to get the job regardless of how the selection process is handled.
- They rely heavily upon screening mechanisms that address a limited range of what is needed to be successful on the job.
- They know what it takes to be successful but are forced to ignore those standards.
- They don't have the time to make a thorough analysis of the candidates.
- They give too much - or too little - weight to a part of the candidate's background or qualifications.
What would happen to your weight if you added a tasty chocolate chip cookie to your daily diet without making any other changes? So you don't exercise any more than you do today and you keep eating everything else that you're eating today. Except for that extra 210 calorie chocolate chip cookie.
Read the rest of Political Calculations here.