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Decision-making, Categorization, and Jobs

January 28, 2012 by


Sheena Iyengar. Hopefully some day that’s a name that doesn’t need much explaining in the same way I don’t need to explain Michael Jordan or Albert Einstein. But if you don’t know her, she’s a social psychology professor at Columbia University. And she’s Indian. And she’s blind. She was speaking in promotion of her book […]

The Big Bang Theory and the Emotional and Relationship Life of Raj

January 20, 2012 by


Big Bang Theory is drawing me back to TV, or at least some semblance of a TV-watching routine, something I haven’t had since late night with Conan back in the high school days. Love the humor, love that they’re at Cal Tech, love that they make tons of LA-Pasadena references. The show’s powered by some […]

Learning Places and Races of Los Angeles in High School and Today

January 18, 2012 by


“You know how I knew you knew what LACC (Los Angeles City College) was?” “No, how?” I asked. “Because you’re of color,” said the 76-year old Jewish business math professor at LACC. I went to high school at a private all Catholic boys high school.  It’s been 10 years, this coming June.  Much has happened […]

Ibrahim’s Cousin Ericks, the Outdoer

January 12, 2012 by


My door was open.  A free Thursday night during Winter break.  Ibrahim was in the kitchen cooking and I was in my room with my door wide open. The topic of the night was road rage. It’s something my dad’s shown a lot of over the years and has rubbed off on my mom. There […]

Is There Any Place for Dumb People in Sciences and Math?

January 9, 2012 by


When I was an undergrad, I knew I wanted to get a job from my skills, but what was more important was simply “surviving” to graduate. “Survival” for me meant getting good enough grades to persist on to grad school, which at the very beginning of undergrad had been law school. “Survival” meant avoiding the […]

The Man Who Makes Everything Except Money

January 6, 2012 by


“You will not lose,” he told me. “That’s what you gotta think when you have to fight.” My landlord Gilbert is a 59-year old Mexican-American man with an impressive array of experiences. He is a man of stories and past accomplishments.  He’d hiked the mountains of the Sierra Nevada — apparently a cold effing place.  […]