The results aren't surprising. What is surprising is that the Planet Money team investigated 74,476 pizzas from 3,678 pizza places around the country. That sounds like overkill. Maybe I'm giving too much my public ratio station.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Monday, February 24, 2014
This appeared in my in-box at the university today:
Yes, that’s it. This is an organization I’ve never heard of, and certainly the alphabet soup in the email isn’t much help. My guess is that this is some form of scam; this makes me curious about how this scam might work, but not curious enough to reply!
Monday, February 17, 2014
That’s not a live link; I’m not shilling for Ace (although my local Ace on Waukegan Rd in Glenview has been a big factor in enabling me to maintain my >100 year old house over the last 30 years).
It seems so wrong to have a four-day National Battery Day. Why not make it National Battery Week? Maybe the batteries don’t last that long?
Monday, February 10, 2014
Today’s fun fact: 7 is the only prime number followed by a cube (2^3 = 8)
Thursday, February 06, 2014
[Tom] Perkins, a founder of Kleiner Perkins Caufield & Byers, in January wrote a letter to the Wall Street Journal in which he said the public's turn against the rich represents a "dangerous rift" in America and compares such progressive radicalism to the German Kristallnacht.
"I would call attention to the parallels of fascist Nazi Germany to its war on its '1 percent,' namely its Jews, to the progressive war on the American 1 percent, namely the 'rich,'" he wrote.
To which Sam Zell added:
"The 1 percent are getting pummeled because it's politically convenient to do so," Zell said, an interview Wednesday on Bloomberg Television’s "In the Loop" with Betty Liu.
People "should not talk about envy of the 1 percent, they should talk about emulating the 1 percent. The 1 percent work harder, the 1 percent are much bigger factors in all forms of our society."
Do the 1% work harder? Well, probably the ones who made a substantial amount of that money themselves, as Zell did. Zell probably works harder than most people.
But are the 1% getting pummeled?
- If they were getting pummeled, wouldn’t we at least know who they were so we could be sure they were pummeled? But there’s no list of the 1% anywhere (unlike the Jews, who had to wear identifiable clothing). The IRS doesn’t even keep a list, let alone publish it.If the rich wear special clothing, it’s because they want to stay in fashion. Persecuted groups don’t generally wear special clothing by choice.
- If they were getting pummeled, wouldn’t their taxes have risen? Yet the highest tax brackets are lower than they were when I was a kid.
The top federal tax bracket is 35%.
It was about 40% in the 1990s.
It was about 50% in the 1980s.
It was about 70% in the 1960s.
It was 92% in 1952.
It’s hard to say that a long term trend of mostly lowering the top tax brackets means the top 1% is being pummeled.
- If they were getting pummeled, then their share of the national wealth would be decreasing. But it’s increasing.
- If they were getting pummeled, then they would commonly be convicted of minor white collar crimes and sent to prison. But sending the 1% is so rare that the very few cases of it become national news stories (and often involve fraud involving many millions of dollars, such as Bernie Madoff). For just making money, you don’t get put away.
- If they were getting pummeled, they would have their freedoms restricted. They might be limited to only one yacht (per ocean, of course). Or only so many vehicles. Or the amount of land they could own would be limited. Or they might be allowed to have only one child. Or they would have to send their children to public schools. No such limitations exist.
- If they were getting pummeled, their access to the political process would be limited. But it’s less limited all the time as campaign finance limitations are lifted and we decide corporations are people and money can be donated anonymously to “educational” PACs.
Not much evidence of pummeling anywhere that I can see.
Whining, yet. Pummeling, no.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
I’m not in this picture; this was taken a couple of years before I started high school. I knew some of these boys as seniors when I was a freshman. But it brings back memories.
The memories are somewhat of a forbidden fruit variety. This fork has surface water only occasionally in the spring. The broken limestone of Missouri otherwise allows the creek to have flow largely below the surface. There’s only a couple of spots where enough water accumulates to make a swimming hole. This was the closest one, and about a 45 minute to an hour hike away, depending on how much mud you had to hike through (because if it hadn’t been raining heavily, there’d not be enough water).
And you had to hike in. Even now, 50 years later, there’s only a gravel road into this state forest, and it’s nowhere near this location. So this was something you might do once or twice, when all the conditions were right on a Sunday afternoon when there wasn’t school or chores.
There’s the iconic rock. There’s the notion of wading and swimming where you really weren’t supposed to. There’s tadpoles everywhere in the water. There’s the idea that you’d been in civilization, and were going to hike back to it, but right here it was just you and the other guys with a bunch of water, rocks, trees and mud.
Friday, January 17, 2014
I got a letter from target. Dozens of millions of people are getting the same letter, but in case you didn’t get it I enclose it below.
The chutzpah part is highlighted. Target has a lot of nerve lecturing me on identity security, after being irresponsible for one of the largest breaches of personal information security in history.
This is in the same league with Catholic bishops preaching morality, after their immoral actions in the pedophilia scandal have led to much human misery (and a large wasting of the assets of the church).
In addition, the generic advice given is of no value. Anyone who’s been paying attention the last 20 years already knows this stuff. It’s the informational equivalent of slipping on the ice and then having someone say “Careful, it’s slick.” If you don’t already know those 3 bullet points, one form letter from Target isn’t going to have any impact.
Friday, January 03, 2014
Today’s amazing scientific fact comes from a Scientific American blog:
The entire group of organisms known as Rhombozoa—or Dicyemida—compose a full phylum of animals (as Chordata is the phylum for all vertebrates) unto themselves. Nevertheless they have only been found in the kidneys of cephalopods. Chew on that for a second; if we were to lose a little class of (albeit it really cool) animals, the cephalopods, along with it might also vanish an entire phylum of dependent critters.
This, of course, leads to many questions I don’t know the answer to, such as:
1. How many more phyla are out there that we haven’t noticed yet?
2. How did these evolve? Were they once more widespread and ended up in this locational dead end, or …?
3. How many similar phyla might there have been, which disappeared when their host went extinct?
Courtesy of Wikipedia, I have this information, and a picture:
Adult dicyemids range in length from 0.5 to 7 millimetres (0.020 to 0.28 in), and they can be easily viewed through a light microscope. They display eutely, a condition in which each adult individual of a given species has the same number of cells, making cell number a useful identifying character.
The organism's structure is simple: a single axial cell is surrounded by a jacket of twenty to thirty ciliated cells. The anterior region of the organism is termed a calotte and functions to attach the parasite to folds on the surface of its host's renal appendages
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
This post began when I read Randy Cassingham’s post:
“Why is it that anyone thinks they’re entitled to go through life without ever being offended?”…
Anyone who is offended by someone wishing them a “Merry Christmas” needs to chill — just like anyone offended by wishes of “Happy Hanukkah” or “Fabulous Festivus” or whatever. And certainly no one should be offended by “Happy Holidays” as somehow being “anti-religious” since surely everyone knows what the origin of the word “holiday” is, right?! All of these wishes are someone saying something nice, so for someone to take offense and insist they “should” say something different is just being a jerk. …
…Saturday night I was wished Happy Solstice. Thank you! I’ve been wished Happy Hanukkah (thanks!), Merry Christmas (you too!), Merry Secularmas (heh! Thanks!), and more. Why should I be offended by someone being polite? I’ll go so far as to say those who choose to be offended by others being polite have a problem, not the people doing the greeting. The world would be a better place if we chose to appreciate differences, rather than be offended by them. What a boring world it would be if we were all the same.
During the holidays there is an increased ability to hear things that are well meaning inquiries into the state of your life “How’s your dissertation coming?” or inquiries into important, but embarrassing issues: “How’s the job search coming?” In many cases (probably not all) these are attempts to connect with friends and family they don’t see often on some level beyond asking about sports and the weather. Hard as it may be, they should probably be taken as expressions of interest (but not answered if you don’t want to).
So just chill. It’s –1 degrees out now in Chicago, so it should be easy.
Saturday, December 21, 2013
With my Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 gal, 128 fl. oz., I swore
As I went on with my lapping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at the icebox door.
'Bad condensor, that,' I muttered, 'vibrating the icebox door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Not to sound like a complainer, but, in an inept half-gainer,
I provoked my bowl to tip and spill its contents on the floor.
Stupefied, I came to muddle over that increasing puddle,
Burgeoning deluge of that which I at present do adore -
Snowy Tuscan wholesomeness exclusively produced offshore -
Purg'ed here for evermore.
And the pool so white and silky, filled me with a sense of milky
Ardor of the type fantastic of a loss not known before,
So that now, to still the throbbing of my heart, while gently sobbing,
I retreated, heading straightway for the tempting icebox door -
Heedless of that pitter-patter tapping at the icebox door -
I resolved to have some more.
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
'This,' said I, 'requires an extra dram of milk, my favorite pour.'
To the icebox I aspired, motivated to admire
How its avocado pigment complemented my decor.
Then I grasped its woodgrain handle - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams of Tuscans I had known before
But the light inside was broken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only words there spoken were my whispered words, 'No more!'
Coke and beer, some ketchup I set eyes on, and an apple core -
Merely this and nothing more.
Back toward the table turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
From the window came a stirring, then, with an incessant purring,
Inside stepped a kitten; mannerlessly did she me ignore.
Not the least obeisance made she; not a minute stopped or stayed she;
But, with mien of lord or lady, withdrew to my dining floor -
Pounced upon the pool of Tuscan spreading o'er my dining floor -
Licked, and lapped, and supped some more.
Then this tiny cat beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grand enthusiasm of the countenance she wore,
Toward the mess she showed no pity, 'til I said, 'Well, hello, kitty!'
Sought she me with pretty eyes that seemed to open some rapport.
So I pleaded, 'Tell me, tell me what it is that you implore!'
Quoth the kitten, 'Get some more.'
Friday, December 20, 2013
Sometimes it’s a little hard to figure out the angle on spam. Take this one.
It was sent to my business email, not my academic one.
I’m not a chemist or chemical engineer. I’ve never published in a chemical journal. I’m not even in a close field. I’m not Indian, and don’t have a name that sounds remotely Indian. I’m not on the editorial board of any journal.
The journal says it is “devoted to rapid publication”, which I think often means paying to publish and editorial standards that are a bit lax, but I’m unfamiliar with this particular journal.
So what’s the angle here? If you apply to be editor, do you have to submit a large “application fee”?
The company I retired from (but still consult for) had a low-key Christmas party in the company cafeteria yesterday: some beer and wine and snacks, a cover band – and then a few words from the CEO.
Those who had a patent approved this year were warned that there would be some patent recognition during the CEO’s talk, and I did have a patent approved this year. So I was ready for that. It was one of the reasons I came in on Thursday this week.
As CEOs do, he went on a bit too long for the audience – which was drinking eating and socializing prior to the CEOs talk, and wanted to get back to doing just that. So the audience seemed to hope the patent recognition would go quickly.
A plaque was ready for the first recipient. “Alberto A____”.
“He’s in Italy”. And, indeed, Alberto is always in Italy, He’s Italian and works for the division in Italy.
“He’s in Italy, too.”
This was not going well. Two recipients, two no-shows.
“She’s on vacation. In Cleveland”. The audience found the notion of going on vacation to Cleveland mildly amusing.
“He’s on vacation.”
By now, the CEO was wondering about this, but kept going. “Brad G____”
Brad wasn’t there, either. Now it was my turn. “Mike K___”
I has positioned myself near the front, so it wouldn’t take long to get up there. And they gave me a plaque for the patent. The plaque had Craig C___’s name on it because mine hadn’t arrived yet, but having found somebody who was actually there meant they certainly were going to hand out a plaque. I posed so they could take a picture – but then I realized the photographer was elsewhere.
The CEO then handed me a microphone asked me to explain the patent to the audience. Actually explaining the patent would have been long and tedious. Explaining it was part of “project X” would just bring up sore wounds, since our new owners turned down the funding to implement “project X”. And turned it down three times. And so I said:
“You know what they say. If I could explain it, it wouldn’t be patentable.” -- which was short and got a laugh.
When the next recipient came up, the CEO said “after that last explanation, I’m not going to ask for any more patent explanations.” Which was just as well – the bar re-opened sooner that way.
Monday, December 16, 2013
Why be consistent? Having just bashed advice lists, I’m now prepared to plug a list of book series to read aloud with your kids. But reading to my children at bedtime was one of the best investments in time I made as a father, and I recommend it heartily.
Ramona: I read to them.
The Mysterious Benedict Society: never heard of it.
Little House on the Prairie: they read them in school.
A Series of Unfortunate Events (Lemony Snicket): read one, wasn’t impressed.
Percy Jackson: never heard of it; them seem to be new.
A Wrinkle in Time: I read it to them.
Infinite Ring: never heard of it
Chronicles of Narnia: read some of these to them, not all.
Harry Potter: I didn’t read these to them; I know Abby read the entire set; not sure how many Beth read.
Lord of the Rings trilogy: this was the culmination of bedtime reading to my kids. I read this to my youngest daughter, about 4 pages a night. We started when the first movie came out, but didn’t finish until it came out on tape and we could put it in the VCR. We finished the second book just in time to see it in the theatre. We finished the third book, and then had to wait for the movie. This was really a massive undertaking for bedtime reading and not a project for the faint of heart.
But there are series I would add
Just top of mind, here are a few series I’d add:
Beatrix Potter books, for one. These are books to read preschoolers / early readers. The stories hold up and the illustrations are wonderful.
Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn: Are two books a series? Tom Sawyer is a definite for 2nd grade or higher; Huck Finn maybe middle school.
Maus. These graphic novels of the Holocaust are an introduction to the darkness of some of human history.
Grimm’s Fairy Tales.
Update: My daughter writes,
how did Calvin and Hobbes not make the reading list? This seems wrong on so many levels!
Indeed, how did I forget that? Highly recommended!
Most lists are made for amusement value, the most famous of which is probably the David Letterman Show’s “Top Ten” lists, or maybe “The Book of Lists”.
And then there’s the self help / management advice lists, such as “The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People”.
But while some of the advice can be good, often the advice is just a bunch of clichés thrown together. And it’s often the case that for each cliché, there’s an equal and opposite cliché.
So let’s take one of these lists and see if we can make a case for the opposite being true. I’m going to pick on
a post by Mark Chernhofff, who has a book called “1,000+ Little Things Happy, Successful People Do Differently”. I don’t intend to read that book, and at any event taking on 1,000+ things is just too many. Let’s try 8, and see why good human beings might occasionally need to say these things.
#1: “My goals and dreams can wait.”
Yes, if you put your goals and dreams on hold forever, they will never be achieved. But sometimes others are more important than you are. You may have to put at least some of your goals and dreams on the back burner, or you will be a terrible father to your small children.
#2. “I don’t have a choice.”
Sometimes you don’t. Suck it up.
3. “They are probably right, so I must be wrong.”
Yes, you should listen to what other people say. If everyone disagrees with you, it’s quite possible they are right. If you have a car full of people and a Garmin GPS unit all telling you that you need to turn right at the next intersection, you should consider the possibility that they might be correct.
4. “This sucks.”
Sometimes things do suck. Recognizing that fact can give you the motivation to change.
5. “I hate you.”
I’m with Chernhoff on this one. No argument. Negative emotions about others fester and ultimately are destructive to your own happiness – sometimes without affecting the other person much at all. Forgive. You will be a better person for it.
6. “I can’t.”
Sometimes you can’t. Recognizing what you can do, what you can’t do, and what you might be able to do if you tried hard and had some luck is important to perspective.
7. “I missed my chance.”
Yes, maybe you did. Realize you missed that bus, stop wasting energy trying to chase it down, and try to make the next bus. One of the wonderful things about America is that there are second chances for people.
8. “Never mind… it’s not important…”
Sometimes it’s not important. If you missed that bus because you helped an old woman get her packages to her car and she says “but I made you miss your bus” – saying “Never mind … it’s not important…” is exactly the right thing to say.
The score: for 7 out of 8 it’s not hard to see where successful, happy people would sometimes say these things – and be more successful and happier for saying them.
So we’ve come to this. You can charge $13,000 (in-state) for a year’s tuition and get labeled a “best value”. $40,000 out of state.
My graduate alma mater is a fine place, but
To put these numbers in perspective, consider the average wealth (net worth) of American households. Here’s a table from http://www.nasdaq.com/article/americans-have-relatively-poor-net-wealth-cm257517 , which conveniently provides international comparisons.
About a third of US households have very little wealth (<$10,000). Another third have less than $100,000, meaning their wealth would be wiped out by two kids and in-state tuition.
But, you say, what about that financial aid? Well, loans are financial aid, but as we are increasingly seeing, the loan payback is a drag on young people for years, particularly if they are spending their 20s in underemployment hoping the economy improves.
So I find the notion that UM would be called a “best value” depressing.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
My friend Jim Sullivan posted this quote:
Thomas Merton: “If I had a message to my contemporaries it is surely this: Be anything you like, be madmen, drunks, and bastards of every shape and form, but at all costs avoid one thing: success . . . If you are too obsessed with success, you will forget to live. If you have learned only how to be a success, your life has probably been wasted.”
There is a similar theme I’ve seen in comics a few times. A teacher asks students what they want to be when they grow up: “a policeman”, “a doctor”, “a teacher” – and then one kid says “rich”.
1. You can’t aim to be a success, or be rich. That’s an end state (if that). Something must be done that’s of use in order to be a success, or to be rich.
2. The definition of success is primarily in terms of others – i.e. it makes us more subject to the judgments of others in terms of what a success is. These judgments may be wise, but are more likely to be shallow and exterior. What do you own? What do you have? What are your awards? Where do you live? What are you worth?
3. Or, the definition of success can be in your own mind. But this encourages a sense of pride in your own accomplishments and perhaps a degree of self-satisfaction that isn’t helpful in many aspects of your life. If you judge success by comparing yourself to others then you have some traps
First, you can feel like a success because you are better than others. The parable of the Pharisee and the tax collector comes to mind for this one:
Luke 18:9 To some who were confident of their own righteousness and looked down on everyone else, Jesus told this parable: 10 “Two men went up to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. 11 The Pharisee stood by himself and prayed: ‘God, I thank you that I am not like other people—robbers, evildoers, adulterers—or even like this tax collector. 12 I fast twice a week and give a tenth of all I get.’
13 “But the tax collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said, ‘God, have mercy on me, a sinner.’
14 “I tell you that this man, rather than the other, went home justified before God. For all those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted.”
Your success is not your own. It is important to provide as much work and effort as you can, but you didn’t choose your genetic endowment, the time and place you were born, the people who helped you along the way, the luck in not being run over by a wayward bus, etc.
Second, you may compare yourselves to others who are more successful and feel unnecessarily inferior or demotivated. There’s always somebody smarter, richer, better looking, luckier, etc.
4. Success is also not a unitary thing.
Great athletes are often terrible money managers. Top business executives sometimes neglect their children. I have a PhD, but cannot play a musical instrument or speak a foreign language.
Before I retired, I thought a lot about the question of success: was I a success? If I look at different dimensions of my own life, I was successful in some, a failure in others, with a whole lot of gray area in between. I concluded that Merton was right: the question of “am I a success” or “will I be a success” is the wrong question to be asking. The right question is, “How can I be a better person today?”, which often is “How can I make the world a better place today?”, which is often more simply “Can I be of use to others today?”.
Friday, December 06, 2013
Some of the most generous words ever written:
With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations.
Abraham Lincoln, 2nd inaugural address, March 4, 1865
These seem appropriate for Nelson Mandela, who talked a good talk, and walked an amazing walk.
Friday, November 29, 2013
My second patent is now official. It’s not really my patent; it’s for work I did at IRI, and IRI owns the patent. I’m also not the only name on the patent; Romesh Wadhwani is also on the patent. Together, our net worth is 2.1 billion dollars. Unfortunately, that’s a bit one-sided.
Romesh didn’t actually have much to do with the specific point patented, but he owned the company and sponsored this research for several years, to enable the development of a potential business which it was his idea to move forward on, so if he wanted his name on the patent I was fine with it.
Once he sold the company, the new owners weren’t interested in investing in that business, so it doesn’t seem likely the patent will be used.
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Auctions for internet ads take place entirely by computer, due to the speed involved. The price the winner pays is interesting – they don’t pay what they bid, they pay what the 2nd highest bidder bid (plus a small amount). The idea is that really wildly high bids don’t get penalized (unless there are two wildly high bidders).
from http://www.research-live.com/4010883.article based on Scott Patterson’s new book Dark Pools.
Here’s how real-time bidding works: A web user visits a web page. As the page loads up, a call goes out to all interested parties saying, “Here’s an ad impression”. Advertisers will be told what sort of impression is available, and what the profile of the user is, based on demographic, intent, interest or behavioural data. Then the bidding starts.
At Quantcast, Kotecha says: “We see 100,000 bids every second of every day.” Advertisers submit what they’re willing to pay and the highest bid wins. Except the winner only pays the second-highest price, plus a little bit on top. This is supposed to encourage bidders to be more aggressive, says Mathieu Gbetro, the group director of product and implementation for mobile network Orange. “They can bid very aggressively without taking too much risk of paying the price they’re bidding to.”
P.S. When I first posted this, the ad spots to the right and below were both related to UMSL; the university must have been attracted by my somewhat negative post about UMSL a few days ago.
Monday, November 25, 2013
The family of Victoria Soto, a first-grade teacher whom [the shooter at Sandy Hook elementary] shot and killed as she tried to keep her students out of the line of fire, released a statement noting that there were some questions that could never be answered.“While others search for the answer as to why this happened, we search for the how. How can we live without Vicki?” the statement read.“So, yes, we have read the report. No, we cannot make sense of why it happened. We don’t know if anyone ever will. We don’t know if we will ever be whole again. We don’t know if we will go a day without pain. We don’t know if anything will ever make sense again.”
Monday, November 18, 2013
Leo Tolstoy wrote:
“All happy families resemble one another; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”
and so Leo tended to write about unhappy families; that quote is from Anna Karenina, certainly the story of an unhappy family.
Garrison Keillor, though, has another take:
Keillor says he understands the sense of dislocation and loneliness at the center of a lot of fiction these days, and went through his own period of alienation when he was young, it’s just that he doesn’t think those feelings make for good stories.
“Sadness, loneliness, being misunderstood, they’re sort of generic,” he said. “We all go through that, really. On the other hand, wit and enthusiasm and passion: Those are individual. What moves my friend the botanist is very different than what moves my wife.”
(That’s from the November 18, 2013 digital edition of the Chicago Tribune; it’s not on the Trib website).
Garrison Keillor is not Tolstoy, although he’s had an almost 40 year run doing weekly stories on Prairie Home Companion, so I guess this means you can become successful telling stories from either side.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
There are a lot of nuts in the neighborhood this fall. The burr oaks have produced a bumper crop of acorns. There are abundant black walnuts. There are a lot of squirrels. There are ALWAYS a lot of squirrels in the neighborhood, but seem to be more than usual this year, probably due to the abundance of food.
All the good places to store nuts must have already been taken, because I am finding black walnuts in unusual places, such as this:
This could not possibly have gotten there without animal help. The nearest black walnut tree is at least 50 yards away, and black walnuts are far too heavy to be blown far.
I’m amused by this, although frankly I’m a bit disconcerted that the squirrels seem so familiar with my electric service box.
Friday, November 08, 2013
I find this picture depressing, on many fronts.
1. This is my alma mater. When I went there, it was a bare-bones commuter school: 2 buildings plus an old golf course headquarters, 10,000 students, lots of parking lots, no dorms. Construction everywhere: several buildings were completed while I was there, and the old golf course building was ready to be torn down. When I mention I went to UMSL, I’m told “it’s not like it was when you were there”. So I feel a sense of loss. This isn’t unique: St. Bartholomew grade school is closed (grades 1-6). The whole parish of St. Williams is closed (7-8). My high school closed one year after I attended.
2. Really, choosing a school on the basis of a heated pool? I hope Adam is joking, but suspect he isn’t. As the cost of college to the student goes up, colleges increasingly feel the need to compete on amenities.
3. There is a disconcerting flip-flop for college students now. It used to be that you lived modestly in college, and then when you graduated your standard of living went up. Nearly all the students I knew at UMSL lived at home and had part-time jobs. Some had full time jobs, while carrying full loads as students. “Time management” wasn’t offered as a course, but you learned it anyway.
When we graduated, we were able to move on and move out. In my case, I got a nice grad school fellowship that meant I could go to school and have a modest apartment with a roommate (eventually my wife) and not take out any loans.
Now, the amenities at colleges are much nicer – remember, UMSL is a low end state school, not even the best state school in Missouri, and students are promised heated pools, game rooms, flat screen TVs, and health club facilities, etc. Then you graduate and can afford few of these things; maybe you even have to move back in with Mom and Dad. You may still be working at Starbucks, only trying to live off it now and pay off student loans.
Student loans at UMSL? When I went there my tuition and fees were about $1250 – that’s not per semester, that’s the total for my entire career there. I usually took 16 or 17 hours. Now the in-state tuition is $315 per credit hour plus mandatory fees of $51.85 per credit hour; for 16 hours that’s $5869 per semester.