tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15754585566488980372024-03-05T00:34:55.949-08:00The Life of SmithTylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-66303947043953980142012-11-03T10:03:00.001-07:002012-11-03T10:03:06.052-07:00Hurricane 2!!! (Sandy)I figured I'd post to keep you all informed, and prove that I am still kicking. The storm was way less impactful where I live. Besides the fact that my return to work date is TBD, not much really happened. I kind of got stuck at Emily's place, since they decided to shut down all public transit that went to my apartment. They finally got the 7 train up and running this morning, yay! Mason and Milo were pretty nice, and only attacked me a few times. Emily was kind enough to let me eat her food. I even cooked some of it.<br />
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S&P down on Water Street (ironic, am I right!?) is still uninhabitable, this is a direct quote from my boss. I will be working from home all next week as well. Not too shabby, besides the part about still being in training. Basically, this means I really won't do that much. We still have to get all of our communications with clients checked, just to make sure we aren't making too much up as we go.<br />
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While I'm on the subject, I really like my job. It should have a lot of future potential. I really like what I'm learning. I get to soak up as much cool market information as I want everyday. I also get to take S&P Capital IQ home with me and explore further. It's basically like I get to have Bloomberg terminal in my home. It's great, and a definite job perk if you're as nerdy as I am. The program I'm in last anywhere from 1 year to 1.5 years. I shooting for the 1 year track. After that you're made and account manager. The pay increases and you get to actually visit clients.<br />
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I'm not sure what else is new. I'm still dating Emily, it's going really well. Right now she's just staring at her computer preparing to continue her fight with some guy on facebook about politics. Overall it's a lot of fun. Her two kids are still somewhat of a shock. I figure life is what it is and we all get along great, so we may as well enjoy it.<br />
<br />Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-27827225513405118192012-08-07T19:28:00.001-07:002012-08-07T19:28:53.473-07:00Slacker UpdateOkay, I know I've been slacking. Life has been super busy. If you don't know already I did graduate from Brandeis and I have a job lined up. It's kind of crazy. I'll be working down at Standard and Poor's in/on Wall Street. I'm very excited about it.<br />
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As well as on the job front, I'm dating an amazing girl. Really, she's something. I've been traveling to NY over the past few months, so as you can imagine I'm really stoked to be in the same city.<br />
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The place I'll be staying is really nice and much better than the place I looked at in Harlem. I guess I don't really want to repeat the living conditions of my mission if I don't have to. I find the good old measure of bars on windows to still be applicable.<br />
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I don't really know what else to write at this point, but I'll try to improve the frequency at which I blog. Trust me, the stories to come will get better.Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-87861806759554768892012-05-04T08:13:00.000-07:002012-05-04T08:13:23.742-07:00All most done! (What's next?)The light at the end of tunnel is very near. I however, may be facing the wrong way. I don't really feel that I'll be graduating. Don't get me wrong, I'm not opposed to it. I'm just having a hard time conceptualizing it. I started undergrad in 2004 and graduated December 2009, then worked until August. Then I started at Brandeis. All in that's a lot of school. I think I'm smarter. I've done a lot, and made a lot of sacrifices to get to this point. There are many things I thought would happen, but haven't yet *cough *cough marriage. I'll be honest, I worry sometimes if it just won't happen, not because the opportunities aren't there; but because I'll choose other things instead of getting married, I've done it before.<br />
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I've been looking for jobs. No offer yet, but I am interviewing. I figure this is a good sign, since I'm viewed as a strong enough candidate to at least merit some consideration. I always freak out about this time of year, I really like to know what will happen next. Around this time, when I don't have a job and no firm plans for the future, I tend to look for anything. Unfortunately, I usually end up looking at super dangerous yet adventuress things: war correspondent, CIA officer, Army, Border Patrol Agent, gator wrestler, detective, or underwater welding. I suppose being single has it's advantages, besides worrying my family, I see few drawbacks to the things I've listed; I have no one that depends on me. I'm sure being married with a family of my own would make facing a giant gator much less appealing. Right now though, it sounds pretty fun.<br />
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As far as my dating/love life goes, it's okay. I actually gave online dating a try. I'm mixing it up with the normal dating I do in Boston. I'm sure some of you know what I've gone through in Boston, the dating pool out here is a tad spotty. As for the whole online thing, the results are split. One girl was super amazed that cell phones worked in Maine. I told her quite a few times that I was in Boston. She also seem confused about the purpose of trees. Another girls I've actually met and it's going well. The situation is really complicated, but I'm finding very few things in my life are ever simple. I figure I'll see where it goes, mostly because she really is amazing. If it continues to go well, I'll post more. If not, I'll still probably post more.<br />
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<br />Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-9983483908531582812012-03-12T19:14:00.006-07:002012-03-14T16:14:14.312-07:00March Bloggin!<span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; " ><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Currently blogging is on my mind, so I figured I'd throw out a post. I guess I have a friend to thank for this, though it wasn't directly a call to post something, however motivation is motivation. Things have been crazy lately, a little bit of </span>liable<span style="font-size: 100%; "> here and there, </span>tragedy<span style="font-size: 100%; ">, and personal growth.</span></span><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;" ><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;" >My sister and brother-in-law are going through a tough time, and unfortunately I couldn't be with them when I would have liked. I'm glad they have such a strong support network and I think they know I'm there for them, but that doesn't make things easier. My heart goes out to them.</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span ><span><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">School is going well and I'm learning a lot. I've been applying to tons of jobs, but I haven't heard anything yet. I always worry about this time of year, but things tend to work out. Life is mostly that, learning </span>patience<span style="font-size: 100%;">. Luckily, there's enough scriptural reference for that working out in the end; otherwise I'd be a tad more worried. Also, as much patients as I think I'm learning, it pales in </span></span></span><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">comparison</span></span><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "> to other people...by a lot.</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;" ><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">I've also been thinking a lot about what it takes to succeed lately. Most of it boils down to work. However, there is a large part that is due to luck. Hard work can makeup for a lack of luck, but only up to a certain point. Also, there is a religious component based on my beliefs, basically blessings. When these three combined you have success. There are a few </span>caveats<span style="font-size: 100%;"> here. I think sometimes you can focus on your own work too much and miss out on luck. Trying to work for blessing doesn't really work. The best you can do is live how you said you would, otherwise you may be attempting to bribe God. It may be possible, but sometimes God's Will isn't what you thought it was, this being the case if you don't get the blessings you think are coming you may get </span>disillusioned<span style="font-size: 100%;">. I've done this a few times. From the thinking I've done on the matter it's a balance of all three. You need to work hard, but not too hard, rely on the commitments you've made, and always be looking for luck.</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;" ><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%; " >Oddly enough this seems to be working for me. I don't know if it works for everyone, but it works for me. I seem to be more willing to accept life as it comes, but still be driven, and not lose sight of my religion. This strategy seems to work in most areas of my life: school, work, and dating. Anyhow, these have been my musings of late. I'm getting excited to graduate in May, even though I have no idea what's next on the horizon.</span></span></div>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-79273707301797912842012-02-08T13:04:00.000-08:002012-02-08T13:27:48.486-08:00Happy pre-Valentine's Day!I'm bored right now, and since I probably won't blog on or closer to Valentine's Day, Happy Valentines Day! Not much to report in that area... As I glimpse at other people's blogs I realize that I don't have a whole lot to write about. I have no cute baby, no pet, no job (though even if I did have a job I probably couldn't or wouldn't write about it), and though I'd enjoy writing about the dates I go on, I just can't bring myself to do it. Also who wants to read about doing homework?<div><br /></div><div>Don't get me wrong, my life is full of excitement. I enjoy my runs, school, church, dating, and shooting my roommates with nerf guns; but it all seems kind of boring. I have many friends that write about how hard/awesome/conflicting it is to be Mormon. I could write a lot about it, but who really want to read this stuff? I have other people I know that post, and after you read enough, you figure out they are legit crazy people. I'm crazy but why advertise? Many people also post about problems and issues they have. The internet really? I guess I'm still looking for my blogging identity.</div><div><br /></div><div>As of right now it's just to keep my family and really close friends up to date. If that's the case why not take the whole thing private and write whatever I wanted. Nobody would be able to see my posts about the dates I go on, and there'd be no reason not to provide a little entertainment for my family. Just in these past few weeks I've had some memorable ones, good and bad. The only reason I don't share is the chance word gets back to them. Cutting out the random people on the internet would solve this problem. I guess I'll have to decide this one.</div>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-22189662022328827362011-12-28T10:57:00.000-08:002011-12-28T11:07:46.697-08:00Christmas Season!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIIZ1h9eYPQlD2dhy0apL5IVZfbRjVOL_8uyq-9LR6VukPpqeVRCgIRoyU5cbwh4k-3mX2ZewZHKBIktaQv4R17QgHP9KBlvmyjYw84Q5PqFjCk8m92HKziya6yOLMzbBfd2wGioloaNU/s1600/photo+%25286%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIIZ1h9eYPQlD2dhy0apL5IVZfbRjVOL_8uyq-9LR6VukPpqeVRCgIRoyU5cbwh4k-3mX2ZewZHKBIktaQv4R17QgHP9KBlvmyjYw84Q5PqFjCk8m92HKziya6yOLMzbBfd2wGioloaNU/s320/photo+%25286%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691257729265796754" /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><i style="font-style: italic; ">(One of the weirdest nativities I've ever seen, thank you BY</i><i>U!)</i></div><div><br /></div>Things have been great. I've had a decent break from school and still have quite a bit to go, I don't head back until the 11th. I'm sure I'll find some awesome stuff to do. I've already been to the Bean Museum and the BYU Art Museum, both were awesome.<div><br /></div><div>I'm really enjoying hanging with Fin. He's a stellar little nephew. The little dude never slows down, it's pretty entertaining. On another train of thought, I seriously can't believe I only have one semester of school left, now if I only had a sweet job. Patients is probably the best at this point. Something will turn up, but waiting is killer. I'm also considering going to Spain for a year, we shall see. If I want to go I'd have to take an three hour Spanish exam, and see about some type of fellowship.</div><div><br /></div><div>As far as crazy Utah adventures go, none yet. However, New Years is coming up. That can always be fun. If it ever snows I'll get some skiing in. I literally have my fingers crossed.</div>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-45844061869421787922011-11-03T12:35:00.000-07:002011-11-04T07:17:56.019-07:00The Flood<div style="text-align: left;">Our apartment flooded. It happened the day before yesterday. It was about 8:30 a.m. and water stared poring from the ceiling. Needless to say I was praying at the time and thought the end had come. I'm glad to report that I made it, this time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwd273dO9h1kqVd3VwFFfpTcBdBywWuB0dBCcnZ9QysCawkbzI5Evblp97Yy08JcBEoewFx5qe_s52Ljxo9oq680N_75vBwurCl_kVfFox-0swWiQcrFndOGOPzwHuWn2xRBbv_0vIy5w/s320/Flood+002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671143175744158962" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>(Danger Zone!!)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>The neighbors upstairs, 2nd story, had some type of washer malfunction. I live in the basement. Yep water made it's way all the way down there, and in volume.<div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaGcjBQ8BVZB7iH64XG38NcRaVaxPjgZbvIa7vBa23csURRrTqsd2zbD39fWeWFKAE5sE-y2MD6yko7bp6HrYLM6G3FKGzj9R0FVVnPGxlNzuyWuTOM-uF17ZRuCXhLuILMp1fHrbkKSE/s320/Flood+003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671143301793704546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /><div style="text-align: center; "><i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: small; ">(Upstairs, there's a total of six fans in there.)</i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: small; "><br /></i></div><div>Due to this I currently live in a triage center. The one like in ET. I try not to read the sign with the skull, or at least redifiny it to rationalize going in (lead comes from the earth so it has to be good for me).<br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVfwUYItnzUsoarElbFApRs-FfVgfY12JHKPCBdq3LxXRLlCvLvKzGIXUjmf8anM4MCQWdZD2K0Ieg2CLQsI-hVclRL9I2cTq7ulLsfgRiaHRl8PFJ8QIPnfTM8RWYJBrbNJkIwLBvmUA/s320/Flood+007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671143556499707106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: small; ">(ET triage unit.)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: small; "><br /></i></div>Anyway here are some pictures. They say they're worth a thousand words, too bad this doesn't apply to essays!</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm6C_y358z7mqBoW5j15HBWJ-x_F8JLoEAFkH5AnqTAj41rsUZLqJU6rr6wLFVgLJ4_9NWiO4qbrDV6a4W4J5rmlrFGgy3duQN1g9eDmhhvoMIscvRiSdtWditbHB5B6gvTb1GaA8UZRk/s320/Flood+009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671143891893556818" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></i></span><i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: small; ">(Downstairs, three fans. I'm taking the picture from my bedroom.)</i></div><div><br /></div></div>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-18761277104027623952011-10-18T22:38:00.000-07:002011-10-24T08:48:20.537-07:002 AM Blogging!I suppose I should go to sleep, but Iron Chef called - really what's more fun than watching people cook fish? Classes have been going really well, or at least I'm learning important things like how to get just the right amount of debt in a company. Believe it or not there is a magic amount, I swear it's a finance thing. That's the kind of quality you get from Brandies: <ahref="http: com="" businessschoolrankings=""><a href="http://rankings.ft.com/businessschoolrankings/masters-in-finance-pre-experience-2011">http://rankings.ft.com/businessschoolrankings/masters-in-finance-pre-experience-2011</a></ahref="http:><div><ahref="http: com="" businessschoolrankings="">That's right the school was just ranked #1 for the MAief program. Basically the pre-experience master in finance degree. Does it matter that I've never heard of any of the schools above Brandeis, probably. Does it matter that I now believe in Chiadar, heavens no! I've heard of the Financial Times - it's huge in Europe. I guess that's kind of like those t-shirts that say I'm huge in Japan!<br /><br />All that aside I am enjoying it. The faculty are smart,(some even show up on TV, if you're on TV you've got to be smart, right?) and one of them reminds me of the teacher in <em>Better Off Dead</em>; in that same class I'm one of the two Americans in the class. I've been told I'm not the typical American most students think of. It must be my taste in clothing.<br /><br />On the docket for this weekend. Discussing singleness with Mormons!!! I don't know of any other religion that sorts people into separate groups because they're single. I'm no dummy, I've done the singles thing for eight years, for the friends of other faiths that end up reading this, that's a long time (for a lot of reasons). I'm suppose to facilitate some sort of discussion on how to stay active in the church despite being single, funny right? My answer would honestly be go to a normal ward, but I think I'd be missing the point. I may report on this excitement later, I've got a feeling it's going to be great fun.<br /><br />I've also started playing racquetball again. Turns out the YMCA is good for something other than getting a group of guys together that share similar life styles and inspiring them to make a song. They have racquetball courts, also a boxing ring, but I'm primarily there for the racquetball courts. I'm glad I've found someone that will tag along with me. Also, the racquetball courts at Brandeis should be fixed by spring semester, now that we've recouped the Maddoff lose.<br /><br />I've also come up with some more life goals, long-term/medium-term. This is what I do in Applied Corporate Finance, that and draw snakes eating bugs.</ahref="http:></div>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-34649606439835612692011-09-21T10:45:00.001-07:002011-09-25T11:56:54.926-07:00Potatoe cannon!Nothing really makes a guy feel more manly than shooting a gun. I count potatoe cannons in this category. Seriously, what isn't great about it. A giant contraption that can lauch a vegetable a couple hundred yards, the proper use of vegetables (just kiding I like vegetables). To make things even better the cannon I shot this weekend was made of metal. For those of you that don't know metal>plastic on the man scale...always!!!<br /><br />I spent Saturday in Ipswich with one roommate and six ladies. It's always flattering when the odds are that good, but also tells a sad tale for the poor women of Boston. I'll take what I can get, but I can feign a little selectivity out here. Obviously it hasn't done too much for me or I would be co-writing a blog, but I digress. <br /><br />The whole thing was at a farm. We walked through a corn maze(finishing it way too quickly), jumped on a giant pillow(got some little kids kick off so we could jump), had a hay ride(learned about evil spiders), and shot a potato cannon at various Halloween themed targets. Now I'll get back to the initial potato cannon set up. I have a point with this and an awesome ending story!<br /><br />Growing up my friends and I built a potato cannon. It was amazing and none of us died. Though it was really close a couple times. Lessons were learned and I think we all learned that stepping in front of a cannon is a bad idea. We also developed phenomenal aim, really it was quite impressive. In hind site I should have been putting this energy into studying for the ACT and what not, but at the time my priorities were what they were.<br /><br />We all started shooting. It was less than impressive. Wind was blamed a lot. Most women just don't have a lot of experience in the small arms category. That's right I went there! Some people got "close". I went 6th. I missed the first two, but was actually very close. I was getting harassed by a one lass in particular, I find her entertaining, but she won't date red heads(she's also a red head) and my guess is I'd end up getting stabbed, so unless she tries to seduce me, no deal!<br /><br />After explaining that at Utah State I had to take a course in weaponized vegetables, and that accounted for some of my skill, I lined up my third and final shot. I pressed the button, slowly (you don't want any jerky trigger movement), and watched the potato fly. It brought back a lot of good memories with great friends. I was jerked back to reality when my potato smashed into the plywood witch! Ideally the potato would have gone through the mouth, if that would have happened I would have won a small pumpkin, since I hit the witch I won another shot, or a potato. I decided to keep the potato, as a trophy to my manliness. Poor Tom will have to prove his manliness some other way.<br /><br />I should end here, but the potato tale continued. I ended up putting the potato in one of the ladies pursues, who I went to Ipswich with. I forgot it and she ended up giving it to me at church today, yep that's right she made me a man again (yep I think I'm pretty funny), but really, don't get the wrong idea, she just gave me my potato back. Naturally I didn't bring anything to store a potato to church(I really should plan ahead), so I did the next best thing. I gave it away. There was some random lady that was walking down the hall with another giant purse, can you guess what I did, there was a little ninja skill involved? Maybe the token of my manliness will make its way back to me, but my guess is that poor lady is just going to be really confused. Life really is about the small things.Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-4951347246881016062011-08-18T14:21:00.000-07:002011-08-18T14:37:24.266-07:00Okay, so I may not be the best at blogging.Blogging is sometimes a pain. I try, I swear I try. However, here I am a month late. I suppose you all should be happy I haven't blogged in awhile, it means I've been busy. Trying to pass on the Smith name, and genes (yeah for dating).
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<br />I finished my internship at State Street, it was a great internship. Luckily I was in a group that was really diverse. We dealt with equities, fixed income, real assets, and other types of investments. I mostly just got to see this from a distance, being an intern an what not I ended up doing intern work. Yep, stuff other people didn't want to do. Hopefully I wow-ed some people and end up getting a job. Portfolio Management wouldn't be such a bad gig, it just takes awhile to make it.
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<br />It looks like I'll end up having to get my CFA if I want to make a career in the asset management biz. It takes three years to finish it all up, more if you fail a test once, so I'll probably be at it for 5 years. Once you finish the CFA stuff you end up being paid fairly well. That is assuming our entire capitalist system doesn't explode (fingers crossed).
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<br />I dated a girl since Aprilish and we just parted ways. We were very different people. Part of it was I come from a family that teases and as it turns out some people don't communicate affection through teasing. I grew up in a family where stabbing someone with a pin meant you cared. Granted I never did this, but I'm always kind of expecting it. I suppose the teasing means everything is okay, when there isn't teasing there may be a problem.
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<br />Deep sea fishing was fun. I plan to go again soon. Unfortunately, all I caught were dogfish, a small shark creature. I will be returning to the sea shortly. I figure I have to go back until I finally catch something that I can keep. I suppose I could have kept one of those little sharks, but the crew of the boat seemed pretty keen on throwing them back. My guess is they aren't good eatin.
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<br />I'm excited for school to start up again. It'll be nice to be one step closer to being done. Who knows, I might even graduate in another recession, win! I just hope the financial sector isn't the one the is hurt the worst this time, I don't think it will be, but you never know.Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-46086035361313811772011-06-26T16:35:00.000-07:002011-07-03T11:37:03.070-07:00Le Mois de JuinI'm always learning new things. Sometimes it surprises me. Example of things I've learned since last month: ladies really do like French accents, awesome stuff about Multi Asset Class Solutions (job stuff), and more on what I want to do with my life.<br /><br />Mostly I've been learning the ropes of the metro. It's really not too bad. I'm planning to do the whole public transport thing next school year. I should be able to study while commuting, which should help. Starting my last grad school year should be nice. I plan to work for awhile, 3 years, then go back for more school. I'm also starting my languages classes in July, which I'm really stoked for.Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-19649207921963515282011-05-17T17:43:00.000-07:002011-05-18T11:36:33.272-07:00The Month of MayI made it, 2 semesters left! I have to admit this last semester was tough; mostly because I commuted every day. I'm planning on ending that next semester. Luckily, I didn't end up doing too much damage to my GPA, just a little. Besides, what’s life without a little self imposed challenge? <br /><br />Luckily, I don’t have to move for the summer. I ended up getting internship offers in Las Vegas and in Boston. I’ll be staying in Boston! I’ll be working at an asset management firm – think the guys who put together mutual funds. I’m really excited, as it will make me more marketable, or turn into a career. <br /><br />I’ve been keeping busy socially, maybe too busy. The jury is still out on that one. My parents came this month which was fun, since they brought with them the ability to buy good food. Also, we went to the Blue Man Group, a life changing experience! As a note, I’m not really a theater fan, but this was amazing. I’ll probably even go back. Maybe become a Blue Man Group understudy…<br /><br />Currently I’m in the process of trying to find an apartment a little closer to Brandeis. Some people can commute; I’m learning I have some limitations…so much wasted time! Driving and studying doesn’t work, and yes, I’ve tried.<br /><br />Being in Boston for the summer should be a lot of fun. One of the activities I really want to try out is deep sea fishing. I’m also looking at taking some Turkish classes over the summer. I guess I’ll see how motivated I am, or busy I end up being.<br /><br />I promise to become a better blogger. Let’s be honest, picture will probably never happen, until I get married. However, I’ll try to remedy the frequency of posts a little bit. One part of this blogging thing that I don’t quite understand is who is my audience? I don’t really know who I’m writing for, besides my family. I guess blogging helps keep my writing powers sharp. I suppose it’s worth it just for that.Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-5355207749414231092011-04-25T13:28:00.000-07:002011-04-25T13:36:10.279-07:00April Required Blog PostNot too much new has been going on. Mom and Dad came to visit, which was awesome! I got some great meals and some free touristy stuff. They’re always a lot of fun. <br /><br />The dating life continues. I decided to vent something. Primarily this friend stuff women try to pull, ridiculous! If I take you out two to three times and you decided you’re not interested, but want to try to be my friend, forget it. In my opinion it’s kind of emasculating. Obviously if you like me enough to try to have a friend relationship, you like my personality. Yet you don’t want to date? It makes me laugh. <br /><br />Women are adamant that men are shallow, probably true, but they're on par with us. I’ve heard tons of women have a height requirement at 5’10” to 6’. Women are also pretty vocal about this. However, if a man so much as mentions some type of physical characteristic he’s looking for he’s a pig or somehow shallow? I grew up in a family where I truly saw my parents as equal. Thus I tend to think that rules that apply to one sex should apply to the other. When they don’t, it drives me nuts! <br /><br />Also, I never ever thought of my height as prohibitive, until I came out to Boston. I’m 5’8”, a little below average, but I’d like to think I’m not short, and I’m in pretty good shape. However, it would appear that this is not within the acceptable realm. I’m a fairly handsome guy, so I don’t have that working against me. The problem as I see it is the dating pool out here has expectations that are not realistic. I’m pretty sure they don’t even know what they’re looking for. <br /><br />Luckily I have a few ways I sort. My roommate helps immensely. If a girl will go out with my roommate, at least once, I figure she’s worth considering. However, if he asks her out again and then ends up in the friend zone listening to her problems, I’m not a fan. I basically told him he was allowing women to cheat. Usually the role he fills is what a boyfriend is for. If you’re getting that type of male listening ear, except family members, without having to date, well that is cheating. <br /><br />That's enough of my dating rant. Can you tell I love it? It's way better once you date one person for a long period of time. This semester is coming to a close. This school year has been tough, but I've learned a ton. I have an internship for the summer, in Vegas. I know Vegas in the summer is no place for a red head. I'm holding out for another internship that would be in Boston. Hopefully, they pick me as an intern and I don't have to fry my brains out.Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-36619668654237484032011-03-08T09:48:00.001-08:002011-03-10T10:25:04.524-08:00The Boat ShowI did something this last weekend. It involved a lot of white people. Really expensive stuff, fancy shoes, fancy jackets, and fancy pants. It involved a lot of silk cloth and wood. The people measure distance in knots and rigging wasn't about races. Can you guess where I went? I went to the Boston Boat Show!<br /><br />There were lots of boats! I've always had an affinity for the ocean. I'm not exactly sure why. I guess I find it therapeutic. If you get the opportunity I highly recommend attending an event like this.<br /><br />The best part was they actually let you inside of the boats! You had to take of you're shoes off, but still, it's the easiest way I've ever hear of to get on a yacht. I also ended up getting free 1 year subscription to Yachting.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582516959876267618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjARsC1KHWc413rK8UjSwfmz-uWJueFGib3fl9-rmqcIKpMAfFH1JJSVgI2pzmgAWLBxn3oycq85X55qSfQZ8kWIpkpTVVQB6S-o0u6y7956w4Lf1YddMki8vnz9O8wW758sKMhS-LRs5o/s320/Funny_Pictures_6514.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><em>(The Yacht I'll own soon! A boat is a boat)</em> </div>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-38075612999435435692011-02-25T19:19:00.000-08:002011-02-25T19:40:42.675-08:00ChillaxedI had this whole week off. Guess what I did? Nothing! How lame is that. I got sick on Tuesday and am now on the mend. Luckily, I don't stay sick for long. My body has a knack for fixing itself quicker than most. It takes me about half as long to recover after getting sick. My guess is my survivability was enhanced due to my childhood. Getting hit by cars and such tends to keep you at the evolutionary edge, or something like that.<br /><br />The highlight of the week was a date I went on Wednesday. It was awesome and super fun. I'll definitely ask her out again. However, I am confronted again with one of my prejudices. Growing up I always vowed I would never date a red head. This might be a subconscious attempt to keep my narcissism in check. I have since broken this vow. I don't know how I feel about this. My life is one experience after another of me ending up doing something I said I would never ever do. I've ended up eating my words more times than I can count.<br /><br />I know other red heads that have similar sentiments. I'm unsure why. Are we scared of creating some sort of uber-pale offspring? Is there some type of evolutionary block, or is the scarcity of other red heads keeping the possibilities of dating other red heads down? I don't know. This past date was with a fellow red head, and it went well. There are a few other red heads in my "dating pool" that I might ask out. However, it is oftentimes more of an extreme challenge for myself. Going on a date with a fellow red head is akin to doing something that might cause me some sort of physical harm, like skydiving. Yeah it is exhilarating, but there is a possibility I might get killed. Sometimes it is worth it, just for the thrill.Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-1512215240245023802011-02-19T17:39:00.000-08:002011-02-19T18:12:31.392-08:00Fun Times at San Dimas High!Going to an International Business School where only 30% of us are American is fantastic. I learn all kinds of new things. Just the other day I came home with 4 duck tongues. I left them on the counter and now one is missing. I didn't tell my roommates what they were. To be honest, it looks like a beef jerky packet. I wonder who ate it, and I wonder if they'll eat another. I might give it a go, but to be honest, they are a little bit scary. Who knew there was a market for individually wrapped duck tongues! I could maybe understand bulk, for stew and such, but individual tongues?!<br /><br />Enough of that. Now to the real meat of my post. There are plenty of students that attend my school that are either from communist countries or were once part of the Soviet Bloc. As an interesting note, Chinese students are required to take Principles of Marxism as undergraduates. There are also plenty of students from Russia, Bulgaria, Eastern Europe, etc.<br /><br />Okay the stage is now set. I was in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bloomberg</span> lab working with my Chinese partner. We were figuring out some numbers on a case about bad real estate loans. The fun started when student 1 and student 2 started chatting. Student 1 was trying to polish pronunciation of some questionable phrases in student 2's language. It was immensely entertaining. You never know; knowing those phrases may come in handy.<br /><br />The conversation moved to the how both of these students countries had a past with communism. It was entertaining to listen to their perspectives. Student 1 described the reactions of his grandmother when he tries to explain that communism didn't work. Apparently, she's still committed to the cause. However, I think it is awesome her grandson is studying finance at US university. Marx must be turning over in his grave. Student 2 was talking about how hard it is to have a high powered government job, unless you're connect to the main communist governing body.<br /><br />I'm amazed by the diversity of the student body. It is great to see the ironies, histories, and struggles of so many different countries. I hope that the students enjoy their stay in the US, and learn a little bit more about how the US works. I enjoy the other student. Knowing the backgrounds of other people is helpful and I think is broadening my view of the world.Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-89928414217186639362011-02-15T18:34:00.000-08:002011-02-15T18:49:31.161-08:00Welcome 2011!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy1JPNRzVP6S-d5kglXF5YAap4UpIYM_6bH06rR0DfVPfzGPNljFLMhCp8pCQyrr6vvtBsXK5hLDT2x9DcuB6IuYmSRE_UXymzU-2YwN482zfyaSbTRv5XUPv3hcCRhpk3Jzo2FSFBjN0/s1600/procrastination.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574113718473654418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy1JPNRzVP6S-d5kglXF5YAap4UpIYM_6bH06rR0DfVPfzGPNljFLMhCp8pCQyrr6vvtBsXK5hLDT2x9DcuB6IuYmSRE_UXymzU-2YwN482zfyaSbTRv5XUPv3hcCRhpk3Jzo2FSFBjN0/s320/procrastination.png" /></a><br />How about that? I missed January! I'm off to a great start. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Unfortunately</span> for those that read my blog I don't do New Year's resolutions. This means I'm not bound by any type of commitment to blog.<br /><br />Also, I've been trying to come to terms with some blogging etiquette. A large amount of my time is spent dating, or at least that's where the best potential stories come from. What are my limits? I fear the page creepers. Recently I removed my blog address from my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">facebook</span> account and made it so people <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">couldn't</span> search for my blog. I'm reversing this. Though I'm not sure I should. i <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">primarily</span> did it so various HR places couldn't find me when they run my name through <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">search</span> engines. Though it may come up for other more incriminating searches. I think I may have done this too late. I checked my blog stats and I've been found through google.com.uk. I also wanted some privacy; primarily because I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wanted</span> to start ranting about my dating life. By the way, if any potential employers read this I promise not to write any thing about work. Only how awesome it is!<br /><br />As for writing about dating, I'm afraid I'd meet the girl of my dreams and she would read about one of our early dates - they're never great - and end the relationship. I guess if she did it over that she wouldn't really be that great. However, if that did <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">happened</span> I would move to a cabin in Montana.<br /><br />This is a basic finance problem. I'm averse to the risk of getting caught, but the benefit of writing awesome stuff, dating, almost makes it worth it. I just need to figure out my A. I see some up side and some down. I'm really looking to be a blog superstar, and I'm fairly sure my dating stories would get me there. I'm sure my future post on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">women</span> criteria will be a hit. Yes, I will provide a decision making tree.Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-36610422976354278622010-12-10T11:46:00.000-08:002010-12-10T11:47:38.409-08:00Just another job?I tend to have odd jobs, or at least jobs with odd aspects. I’ve been a fireworks guard, tried to get Samoans to play half-court, had my own lawn mowing business, worked at a Blimpie’s in a gas station, onion research assistant, confused intern in Brazil, legit loan shark and collector, worked for the company that first came up with sub-prime mortgages, and now I work in the admissions office at Brandeis.<br /><br />The job is awesome! I really enjoy it. The people I work with are great. However, there is a major weirdness factor to my job. One of my main duties is to answer emails from potential students. The vast majority of our emails come from foreign countries, close to 90%. I enjoy some of the emails immensely. For instance, I am convinced that instead of saying I have a problem, I’m going to say, a problem arose right unexpectedly. There have been many more. Emails from the prospectives is just part of the fun.<br /><br />I also delete a ton of grammatically incorrect spam mail. Some of the email phrasings are pretty classic and sometimes a little bit disturbing. Most are for ladies, so I won’t write those, but I think if you want to try to make an email message romantic Google translate might not be the best option. A lot are petitions asking for funds usually to free some political prisoner or some other worthy cause. I wonder how many times those things actually work.Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-19958556572242364872010-11-30T08:30:00.000-08:002010-11-30T13:58:38.089-08:00November 2In order to reach my goal of 2 posts for the month of November, here we go. School is winding down. I have 1 final and a bunch of presentations, papers, and assignments left. Today I have a presentation for my Asia economy class. We’re taking the position that a Chinese company should acquire a Japanese company to vertically integrate wind turbine production to supply wind power companies with the entire product. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQBCjwFVZAcNe6wPUDqzDo9AJ_IGAUa6R2CT7d5bb1ar6JMo3c22QXAuKAMbQERZk-nMNjGnr9Z5wCzI3O1UuuC7KHzoRIJMykCJloAzTUbsCMFXBI9ebiZ5oGIee8m5CCRk0ddbsjBI/s1600/Me1+002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQBCjwFVZAcNe6wPUDqzDo9AJ_IGAUa6R2CT7d5bb1ar6JMo3c22QXAuKAMbQERZk-nMNjGnr9Z5wCzI3O1UuuC7KHzoRIJMykCJloAzTUbsCMFXBI9ebiZ5oGIee8m5CCRk0ddbsjBI/s320/Me1+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545461644995268882" /></a><br />The interesting part is I’ve already been told I look like Carlton and satan today, so much for dressing up. I guess it might be the red, slightly styled, hair; the awesome suite sweater combo; or the facial hair I’m trying to sport. Even though my goal is not necessarily to appear “evil”, I guess I am achieving the goal of looking businessy. Though I think saying I look like Satan is a stretch; well to be honest, Carlton is also a stretch. Hopefully our presentation goes well. Luckily the presentation is only 10 minutes and it’s pretty hard to have a lot go wrong in just 10 minutes (knock on wood).<br /><br />Christmas is coming and I’m getting pretty excited for that. It’ll be nice to see the family again. I should probably get started on my Christmas shopping.Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-9516769493805724162010-11-23T08:49:00.001-08:002010-11-23T08:49:45.876-08:00November 1In order to meet my goal of 2 blog posts in a month I have decided to finally get started. It hasn’t snowed in Boston yet; thank goodness. The word is, it’s pretty cold, but I have some doubts; more on this to come.<br /><br />The professors are still trying to destroy me. It isn’t so much the difficulty, but the quantity. The Financial Modeling class I’m in is fascinating. Basically you look at a bunch of data and make financial decision. The only problem is the assignments take a minimum of 5 hours to complete. Also, they need to take modeling out of the title. It makes it sound sexier than it really is. <br /><br />On a completely different note, I found a place with racquetball courts. Way too much time has gone by since I’ve played. Squash is fun, but really can’t quite compare. Plus, it can make a good fall back date.<br /><br />I also would highly recommend that anyone that visits Boston visit the Boston Museum. I went this past weekend and thoroughly enjoyed myself. They even have an indoor monkey room, and yes they are live monkeys! They weren’t really freaking out too much, but I bet if I keep going back I can make something happen.Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-41815399690249737632010-10-13T09:35:00.000-07:002010-10-13T09:54:04.305-07:00The knee bone's connected to the...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpFv5NyGEfnVhVqk2Rx44SaIyx2XKgVFUvZHBqUgIr_j10z6sRY17wLjIljJvPbo1Vq5ZkER0jZWLFc86R1vBiJfj_3WUwwxpkQs7paufMGsdDjK108t7nbMatwrYToxPbiMl_RgH2FCY/s1600/tootsie_pop.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527573955363082274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpFv5NyGEfnVhVqk2Rx44SaIyx2XKgVFUvZHBqUgIr_j10z6sRY17wLjIljJvPbo1Vq5ZkER0jZWLFc86R1vBiJfj_3WUwwxpkQs7paufMGsdDjK108t7nbMatwrYToxPbiMl_RgH2FCY/s320/tootsie_pop.jpg" /></a><br /><div>The owl pellet date was a success. Turns out I learned a few things. A leg bone isn’t just called a leg bone, and science kind of got carried away naming things. In my opinion, ridiculous! If I want to call a bone “the arm dealy”, that should be okay.<br /><br />The date was as hot and steamy as sorting through tiny bones you find in owl vomit can be, at first I thought owl pellets were excrement. That would have made the date even hotter, am I right? My date was nice enough to feed me before we started the bone removal. After 3 hours the removal of all bones was complete.<br /><br />I also learned a few things about myself, which maybe I had an inkling of before. I’ve never really like jig-saw puzzles. Basically, the very idea of doing a puzzle is counterproductive. You have a picture of something and you decide to cut it up and have people put it together again. No sane person would do this. I think there might be better ways to spend a few hours than trying to guess whether a little piece of yellow card board is the sun, car door, or a dandelion.<br /><br />Turns out nature has created one of the best jig-saw puzzles, the owl pellet. Seeing as how puzzles and I don’t get along, I have reevaluated my position on the novelty of owl pellets. I guess I went into the endeavor with the idea that it would be more like a treasure hunt. You know, find the skull and what not. Turns out sorting through little bitty ribs and vertebrate for hours is the most intense jig-saw puzzle I’ve ever encountered. I maintained composer and I’ll have to admit all the fur encasing the bones was very soft. Also, they didn't smell weird.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My date really seemed to enjoy it; my guess is she also really enjoys puzzles. I was impressed with her science abilities, plus she was attractive. All in all, a good evening.</div>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-10452116229887431512010-10-04T07:46:00.000-07:002010-10-04T08:12:57.189-07:00Ye Olde Boston<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX8f9mKF7qZjHsVrEcJ4GLfNnryoX7MvSysitY_kr7JAwlkZqYgFLDhT_DFpin_L8fgT8cNn8UcJJxE6pevwaGCNaDFG4eZPDzDKMLJDTo9de3bqV8PgIqzDxE_lr2KADh0GrRwi0vR7k/s1600/762px-DowntownBoston.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524209128567627042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX8f9mKF7qZjHsVrEcJ4GLfNnryoX7MvSysitY_kr7JAwlkZqYgFLDhT_DFpin_L8fgT8cNn8UcJJxE6pevwaGCNaDFG4eZPDzDKMLJDTo9de3bqV8PgIqzDxE_lr2KADh0GrRwi0vR7k/s320/762px-DowntownBoston.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I made it. It was quite the experience. Driving 3000 miles with my dad was some serious bonding. The trip was the essence of manliness. We didn't stop to eat, and we only went to the bathroom when we had to fill the car with gas. The only food we had to survive on was diet coke and peanut M&M's. We went through corn country instead of the quicker route, up by the Great Lakes; o the power of women (although in this case ultimately futile).<br /><br />Brandeis started classes/orientation the Sunday I arrived so I didn't really have time buy anything. Due to this I slept on the floor for about month. The spiders drove me from the floor. By the way, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ikea</span> is the bomb, I now have an awesome bed.<br /><br />My classes are going great and the diversity is as promised. Americans are <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">only</span> 30% of the student body. I have only pulled one all-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">nighter</span> so far, a little bit early in the semester, but what can you do?<br /><br />I had my car broken into and my GPS and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">iPod</span> stolen. In all sincerity the only thing that really bothered me was all the broken glass. I guess I should be more <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">grateful</span> that they didn't steal the car. The dating life has picked up again, and I think I'm doing my part at keeping the ladies on edge. There's nothing quite like it. I figure they better know what they're in for right up front, sometimes this works and sometimes it WORKS! On the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">docket</span> for this week, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">dissecting</span> owl pellets. Yep, ladies I found a girl that might actually enjoy this. But seriously who doesn't find going through owl <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">excrement</span> romantic?<br /><br />(More blog post to come. I think perhaps the owl pellet date might be my first specific date blog.)</div>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-51183272636187846392010-07-29T18:20:00.000-07:002010-07-29T18:43:16.686-07:00Let's do this thing!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGsEXU8OgHC2jWfFDix5ehLATOk3ocdM2mfQ01RWV3nICY6DU6ef-qRjJKndMb7nZZ0HFFRzqddU22AsBBHIeZZRlxZbQd3MbZCmyKxMoDmIlTgwbxq8bM5Pp3zpB-6hLr0FdI1S3jtZs/s1600/crazy-old-wheelchair-man.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499508191495884274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGsEXU8OgHC2jWfFDix5ehLATOk3ocdM2mfQ01RWV3nICY6DU6ef-qRjJKndMb7nZZ0HFFRzqddU22AsBBHIeZZRlxZbQd3MbZCmyKxMoDmIlTgwbxq8bM5Pp3zpB-6hLr0FdI1S3jtZs/s320/crazy-old-wheelchair-man.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div>Lately I’ve been having run-ins with olderish gentlemen. This latest incidence and almost getting in a fight in a Sam’s Club parking lot. First off, I’m not opposed to the baby boomers, my dad is one. Granted, I have tried to take him out on more than one occasion. Perhaps, my latest run-in is due, in part, to karma. I don’t think so, my dad always has it coming; and it keeps him spry.<br /><br />Midway is a great town. Founded by the Swiss, Midway shares many characteristics of the modern day Switzerland, such as neutrality and non-aggression. They have great events there.<br /><br />I decided to go on a date there. It was a Jazz concert and it was free, bonus! While my date and I were walking to the grass seating area I had to stop by the restroom. As is my custom I make noises when I hear the door to the restroom open; groans, tapping of the feet, and the like. This usually lets people know that the stall is occupied.<br /><br />The door opened and as I finished my noise routine I relaxed a bit. The next thing I know this 60ish year old man with a cowboy hat is peeking over the top of the stall. Weird right! We made eye contact and he grunted something about not knowing the stall was occupied. I guess I didn’t make enough noise, sounds like I need to invest in an air horn.<br /><br />I finished my business and made my way to the sink. The peeper was finishing his business at the urinal and left. I dried my hands and left the bathroom, ready to meet up with my date. As I was walking in the parking lot this 60ish year old man turned to me and asked if I’d washed my hands. I responded enthusiastically that I had. I was even slightly proud of the fact. After my response Mr. Cowboy looked at me and gruffly responded, “I don’t think you did!”<br /><br />Shocked, my date and I both stopped and just looked at this modern day cowboy of cleanliness. There was tension in the air as the elderly cowboy’s hand inched closer to his Leatherman. I didn’t press the matter and we left without resorting to blows/stabbing.<br /><br />I don’t know what it is. Honestly, who does something like this? The fact that I did wash my hands irked me even more. Anyway, I have no idea who will hassle me next. However, I’m guessing a walker or dentures might be involved. </div></div>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-15864995202890110552010-07-14T17:13:00.000-07:002010-07-14T20:43:16.425-07:00Death unto Thee!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjooGySeuSRmzWLkg3sgAjXaaH1aLxo2f1uF5Nl8ia_SV1pbFIIGhibb8e5dLFaGNeOKmPXVAGFOgZFd3KPXRUP6u0nxprDzN8hPu-M0v_s-JS0qEh-9_4mMKrFgM7l7i3tZBZatAX7q60/s1600/earwig.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493968422487220738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjooGySeuSRmzWLkg3sgAjXaaH1aLxo2f1uF5Nl8ia_SV1pbFIIGhibb8e5dLFaGNeOKmPXVAGFOgZFd3KPXRUP6u0nxprDzN8hPu-M0v_s-JS0qEh-9_4mMKrFgM7l7i3tZBZatAX7q60/s200/earwig.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggWTOcSR_mPV4A3sx_HkOU7BX5zneaNGy6sA_YDxxJOwUYcQwr_LiH4zF6ef5pKKFxjleMZJ-sTGb_zGPOYyvmveRfFNdMVraYhUSMKDxtZLwid-dzAEZPF7G9EXZ6Vrr8y_7i9CGfRPQ/s1600/earwig.jpg"></a><br />I’m in the double digits now. The bodies just keep mounting. Every day I see at least one of the enemy. Sometimes I enjoy placing one in the bath tub and watching it try to scurry up the side; they never get very far.<br /><br />The earwig army has been advancing. A few days ago they officially crossed the 38th parallel, the point of definite aggression. Thus, negating any chance they might have had for mercy. A man can only be pushed so far! I didn’t mind seeing them hiding in the carpet. I didn’t even mind when I found one in my bed.<br /><br />During the night of July 12, 2010 at 2:23 am I awoke to relieve myself. All went as planned, and I returned refreshed. The loss of moisture had peaked my thirst and I decided to have a little drink. In the darkness I fumbled for the container and place the lip of the bottle to my lips. As I swallowed the cool liquid, letting it pass over my tongue, I felt something move.<br /><br />My throat at this point immediately sealed off and everything in my mouth was spewed out. I rushed for the light wanting some illumination on what the offending moving liquid could have been. As I cleaned the spit mixture I saw it, horns straight from Satan himself! These horns, however, weren’t located on the head. They were on the creatures back end, the dreaded earwig. The fiends struck a powerful blow. Due to their actions; I have sworn to take upon myself the role of aggressor. No earwig shall be safe!<br /><br />Until this point the earwigs have been a mild disturbance and somewhat entertaining. My mom really hates the things. Now I too, will do my part to exterminate them. Any living thing that enters my mouth unwanted will incur my wrath! The day of reckoning is at hand my earwig friends, and I shall be victorious!Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575458556648898037.post-66605358279842821892010-06-21T17:21:00.000-07:002010-06-21T17:25:14.000-07:00<div>Tis were (accepted Microsoft grammar checker) awhile since I’ve done any blogging. Things have been a little bit crazy. The working world has claimed another victim. I sit in a giant cubicle with 3 other people-all of us sit with our backs to each other- staring at a computer for 8 hours. It wouldn’t be so bad except we don’t speak to each other, ever. It is odd. My coworkers seem like cool people, but since we never speak I’ll never know. The following diagram shows my work space. </div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485387350862899186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgVTzue14EC_AdiDVBi9CKKfZd1mm40pcfj0-zcofoll048n70YOMFJfO_1LFUqKGONtIMu92f1BL2KDIZRSSSg3jN1zsXsu2N4X4ZG7i-GULlUtzsVr6LVKaNbws8vgrBs5ut5YQW6lw/s400/Work.JPG" /><br /><div><br /><br />On a positive note, the person on the other side of my cubicle has stopped the daily crying session. I guess they came to terms that there is no escape. I wonder at what point I’d snap and start crying?<br /><br />Other than work, life is wonderful. I’m back in my parent’s basement, for the time being. I’m a dating fool; I think it’s more appropriate to emphasize the later more than the former. The majority of my dating stories I’d feel bad about posting on the internet. However, they’re awesome! If you want a good laugh sometime, just let me know and I’ll regale you with a dating tale. I enjoy being an uncle, shout-out to Finn! I still play racquetball quite a bit. However, the only person that will play me these days is my dad.<br /><br />My next big adventure is going to Boston in about a month. I’m super stoked! I should be able to post blog entries a little more often, since I’m in the work grove. </div>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12439111598621528607noreply@blogger.com1