Jul 31, 2008

Are we in Europe?


One of the first things you'll notice in driving around Golden is the prominence of Roundabouts, primarily on South Golden Rd. I was pretty ambivalent about them at first. It's nice to not have to stop at lights when the roads are empty, but it can be kind of a pain to cross as a pedestrian if traffic is busy. Mainly, I assumed that the reason for their presence was as much aesthetic as anything else.


I was pleasantly surprised by an article in the Golden Informer -- our city government newsletter -- that detailed the benefits of roundabouts. If you want to read it, the article is on page 7 of http://www.ci.golden.co.us/files/Informer-July2008_LowResWeb.pdf


Basically roundabouts have 2 main benefits over traffic signals:

1) They reduce car speed through an intersection
2) They pretty much eliminate the possibility of a T-Bone collision


The proof is in the pudding. From the article cited above: "The average reduction in accidents after a roundabout replaces a traffic signal is 35% to 60%. On South Golden Road, there has been an accident reduction of 66%, and an injury reduction of 95%."


Wow.

Who needs Round Up?


Thank you little bunny for eating the weeds that grow in our driveway cracks.

Jul 28, 2008

Why did the Rocky Mountain Veal cross the road?











To get to our next-door-neighbor's back yard.


A mule deer with two fawns has taken residence next door -- actually in the backyard next door. My grandfather fought a life-long battle with deer who wreaked havoc on his garden, but our gardening is pretty limited right now (a few basil plants, a few chard) so we're enjoying the company. Buddy and Dan the dog, eat your hearts out.

Mutton Bustin'


Golden’s big community festival – Buffalo Bill Days – happened this past weekend. We checked out the music on Friday and Saturday nights, ate at the Firemen’s pancake breakfast on Saturday morning, and attended the community worship service on Sunday. (To our friends back in Texas, the band on Saturday night was the Dallas-based country act 1100 Springs, and they were pretty darn good.)

The highlight of the weekend was mutton-bustin’. For the uninitiated, this is an event where kids between 40 and 60 pounds don long-sleeved shirts, blue jeans, flak jackets, and helmets and then attempt to ride sheep – sheep that are rather unenthusiastic about the prospects of being ridden by 40 to 60 pound children. There were a few nasty falls and more than a few tears shed, but I don’t think any of the kids or the sheep were irreparably harmed. Mostly, it was hilarious.

Trivia and Web page of the week

The first of a continuing series.


Trivia:


Here's a bar bet you'll always win: Who ran the first 4-minute mile?
Answer: Derek Ibbotson. It's well known that the first runner to break the 4-minute mile barrier was Roger Bannister, but Ibbotson was the first to record a time of 4:00.00 minutes in competition.


Website:


If you're really trying to pinch pennies, you can compare gas prices before you head to the pump.


http://www.gasbuddy.com/


Jul 24, 2008

The Golden Bowl -- Ayes and Buts

Elaine and I have been spending a lot of time at the bowling alley down the street. We’ve actually only bowled once, but the Golden Bowl has so much more to offer. As the picture in the post below indicates, the Golden Bowl has a bar with some seriously cheap beer. They have a couple of crummy pool tables, a dart board, a juke box, a free-to-use ping pong table, and good-natured karaoke on Friday and Saturday nights. There is also a surprisingly good Chinese restaurant inside the Golden Bowl – sort of like Chinese food at a mall, but a solid step up.


But the real reason we’ve been spending so much time at the bowling alley is that they have free Texas Hold’em on Tuesday and Friday nights. I’ve never bought a lottery ticket, much less been to a casino – I’ve always been afraid that I might like gambling a little too much if I ever started – but I generally enjoy just about any form of competition. Free Hold’em is actually a pretty dumb game; when folks are playing with imaginary money, there isn’t much skill involved. Nonetheless, we’ve had our share of success – 1 first place finish for Elaine, 2 firsts and a third for me – which gets paid off in bowling alley gift certificates. More importantly, it’s been a good way to meet local folks from all walks of life. I hope that as we become further integrated into Golden we find better things to do that playing free poker on a regular basis, but it seems likely that the Golden Bowl will continue to be a regular fixture on our social calendar.


Amusing Anecdote:


Poker gets played at 2 or 3 tables of ten players and a dealer. Brian is our preferred dealer, but they’re all pretty nice. One dealer is an attractive woman named Jolene.


One night Brian was complaining that there weren’t many players interested in sitting at his table. Barbara, one of our favorite compatriots, remarked that the younger guys wanted to sit close to Jolene – for obvious reasons. Barbara went on to lament that the guys probably weren’t even noticing Jolene’s best physical feature, her big brown eyes. At that point, Shawn, a recent transplant from North Carolina, drawled, “I’ve noticed them; I’m an eyes man.......

eyes and butts.”


Good times.

Jul 11, 2008

Kindred Spirits

NYT has a piece covering a controversy over some high school kids setting up a wiffle ball field in a "vacant" lot in Greenwich, Connecticut.
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/10/nyregion/10towns.html?em&ex=1215835200&en=c84dff99e1e7a1fd&ei=5087%0A

Hey, I'm sympathetic to all parties concerned here, including the disaffected home owners, but surely they can find a compromise that allows wiffle ball to continue in some form.

(As is my wont, I will now make a provocative, if not completely fair comparison.) If state and local governments can spend millions of dollars luring professional sports teams, they have to find a way to accommodate something as simple and beautiful as a bunch of minimally-organized kids playing wiffle ball.

Godspeed little doodle.

Jul 10, 2008

Falling Behind

Robert Frank’s Falling Behind is an elegant and compelling description of how rising economic inequality hurts Americans. In the preface, Frank poses two thought experiments:

1. Would you prefer World A -- where you have a 3,000 sq. ft. house and all other houses are 2,000 sq. ft. or World B -- where you have a 4,000 sq. ft. house and everyone else has a 6,000 sq. ft. house?

2. Would you prefer World C -- where you get 4 weeks of vacation per year and all of your coworkers get 6 or World D -- where you get 2 weeks of vacation per year and all of your coworkers get 1?


Frank finds that most people would prefer World A, where they have a relatively large house, and World C, where they get absolutely more vacation.


Hence, a dichotomy: Some items are strongly linked to their context, these Frank deems positional goods; other items simply follow a dictum of more is better – like vacation time.


The central argument of the book is laid out in 4 propositions:

1) Context matters in some domains more than others

2) Sometimes, positional arms races occur

3) Positional arms races divert resources from non-positional goods, causing welfare loss

4) For middle class families, losses from positional arms races have been made worse by inequality


Here is one example of how the argument plays out: Parents want their kids to go to good schools. Good schools are related to good neighborhoods which are related to high house prices. Therefore, a family might reasonably sacrifice other important types of spending (travel, gifts to charity, recreation) to buy a house that they can barely afford. But here’s the rub, only half of all students can go to above average schools. If everyone reacts equivalently - buying a more expensive house to get their child into a better school district - everyone’s child goes to the same quality school as before, but there are lot fewer resources to devote to other things that make us happy.


Frank’s main policy suggestion is to replace the current income tax system with a progressive tax on consumption – i.e. income minus savings. Such a tax would de-incentivize conspicuous consumption broadly, as opposed to excise taxes which tend to transfer ridiculous spending from one domain to another. Charitable contributions, expenditures on health care or education, or other activities could be exempted from the consumption tax. This approach seems quite reasonable to me. It makes little sense to tax something that is good – i.e. work via income – when we could tax things with negative consequences – e.g. energy use or positional consumption.


Falling Behind
is short and insightful; if you’re library has a copy of it, I highly suggest it.

Jul 8, 2008

Joke of the day

What do engineers use for birth control?

Their personalities

(As told to us by a couple of Boeing engineers that have three kids, so I guess it's not that effective.)

Also, if you haven't seen the Engineer's Guide to Cats, I thoroughly recommend it -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHXBL6bzAR4

Jul 7, 2008

Golf Course Dress Codes

Collared shirts required; shorts must be Bermuda length; no denim or cut-offs

Presumably, the purpose of a golf course dress code is to keep the riff-raff out, but don't the greens fees achieve the same purpose? I like rules, but I prefer them to be meaningful rather than symbolic, especially when the symbolism is snobbery. Isn't the better rule that golfers be respectful of others and the facility? Is the correlation between dressing well and behaving well on the golf course really all that high?


Down with golf course dress codes at public courses. If I can vote in a t-shirt, I ought to be able to play golf in one.


On the other hand, up with dress codes, and especially uniforms, at schools (public and otherwise). The case that clothing is a way for kids to "express themselves" is overblown. In my experience, the way kids dress mainly expresses the size of their parents' bank accounts, or at least their willingness to spend conspicuously on fashion. Uniforms can (partially) shield economically disadvantaged kids from being ridiculed. More generally, they subvert a positional goods arms race in which families devote an increasing share of resources to things that hold little inherent value (nod to Robert Frank).

"Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society."
-- Mark Twain


Jul 1, 2008

Rob and Deanne -- The Full Toast

I was supposed to give a toast at Rob’s wedding this past weekend, but when the appropriate time came, the room got a little dusty and onion-y, so I gave a much-abbreviated version. Here’s the full one -


When I met Rob, we were both clueless freshmen from the burbs trying to make a go of it at Georgia Tech. Rob was a quiet guy, but he had a good sense of humor, and if you wanted to put together a pizza order, you could always count on him to chip in.


Our sophomore year, we roomed together, and it was probably the best year of my life. Rob nursed me through a melodramatic breakup with my high school sweetheart then had a ringside seat as I began to woo the love of my life, Elaine.


I learned a lot about Rob that year. In addition to being a fun and funny guy, he’s smart and patient. He’s a loyal son and brother. He’s incredibly giving. On the other hand, his taste in movies is mediocre, he’s a remarkably bad basketball player, and his man-love for Tom Glavine is a little creepy.


By the time our junior year rolled around, I was really looking forward to spending more time with Rob, but it wasn’t to be. He moved home that year to be closer to his ailing father, and it is a great tragedy that Mr. King isn’t here today to enjoy this celebration.


Those last years at Georgia Tech we didn’t see Rob as much we would have liked, but we did learn the depth of his love and caring. Since we’ve left Georgia, I only get to see Rob once or twice a year now, but invariably, those are highlights of my year.


Elaine and I were visiting Atlanta last 4th of July and tagged along for Rob and DeAnne’s second date. It was clear even at that stage that they were a good match. DeAnne has a great mix of sweetness and sass that complement Rob perfectly. Over the Christmas holidays, DeAnne endured “Idiot Fest” – our annual New Year’s bacchanalia where Rob, John, Garrick, and assorted other friends act like we’re about 5 years old. DeAnne pitched and umpired the wiffle ball game, making ample use of here well-honed teacher voice. Keeping the peace and her sanity were no small feats.

Rob and DeAnne are special people, and we are happy that they have found each other and are lucky that they are in our lives.


To Rob and DeAnne

May your days be long
May your home be full of joy
May your love grow ever stronger
And may your hearts grow together as one