tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18894603991249825762024-03-14T08:21:36.304-07:00IT'S A GREAT DAY FOR ULTIMATE!!!Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comBlogger328125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-42533706840975104122012-07-30T09:44:00.001-07:002012-07-30T09:44:32.183-07:00Revolution (Davis, CA)Aggressive mark<br />
Fake once or twice (cutting and throwing)<br />
Talk to the thrower<br />
Go deep when poached, then come back to handle<br />
Play confidently, and everything else will followKshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-68020278249804445542012-07-20T22:44:00.002-07:002012-07-20T22:44:37.643-07:00Laundry time at the NG household<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-15822616028163888562012-06-16T23:49:00.000-07:002012-06-16T23:56:30.642-07:00Urban Race San Francisco!Bryan, Doris, Jin and I participated in the <a href="http://www.citysolveurbanrace.com/2012/san-francisco-1-urban-adventure-race.html">CitySolve Urban Race SF</a> today! It's sort of like The Amazing Race, for San Francisco. It was a timed race, with 10 clues (you had to complete 9 clues to be eligible to win), and one of the clues were mandatory. It was pretty hot in SF today, about 80 degrees, and we were walking/running/sprinting around all day but it was a ton of fun and I would totally do it again!
Our team name was Mixed Nuts!<br />
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We started off at a bar where we received the first clue, in which the answer to the multiple choice question was attached to a location:<br />
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Which band is NOT from San Francisco?<br />
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A) Jefferson Airplane<br />
B) The Doors<br />
C) Grateful Dead<br />
D) Sly & Family Stone<br />
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And we were off!<br />
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In North Beach, we had to find a tourist wearing a gold chain (you can sorta see the chain):<br />
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And take a picture with pizza (the guy was so hopeful that he was going to sell us some pizza :P)<br />
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We ended up in some kind of festival or market near Coit Tower and it smelled so delicious:<br />
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We also had to find a trumpet or a saxophone. So we found a music store, with what we thought was a trumpet in the window:<br />
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Me: "Hey it's a trumpet! Let's take a picture!"<br />
Bryan: "No, that's flugelhorn."<br />
Me: "What?! It's a trumpet!"<br />
Bryan: "No, it's a FLU-GEL-HORN"<br />
Store clerk: "It's a trumpet."<br />
Bryan: "It's a flugel... nevermind. Let's just take a picture."<br />
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So here we are with the flugelhorn:<br />
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We started waiting for a bus, which never reached us because it kept turning, so we just walked from Embarcadero to Fisherman's Wharf. Here we are unfruitfully waiting for the bus:<br />
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Michelle was a trooper and came along for the ride:<br />
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We found Musee Mechanique near Pier 45:<br />
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Then we went to Pier 39 for our mandatory clue, which was to sell a bottle opener for $5 as a donation to OneBrick, a charity that connects volunteers with charities. Bryan says, "I think you girls would have the best chance at selling, go." So we ask about 10 people and they all turn me and Doris down. And then I started offering to take pictures of couples:<br />
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Me: "Hey, do you want a picture with both of you guys? I'll take your picture."<br />
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And then after I take their picture, I chat them up and ask where they're from and such (the couple was from Brazil!), and then said, "Oh hey, so we're fundraising for this charity... yadda yadda, do you want to donate $5 to this charity...???" So the guy reluctantly gave me $5, and we were off! The dude had the funniest man-I-just-got-ripped-off face ever. Hahaha oh well it's for a good cause :P<br />
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Then SPRINTED to catch the bus to Civic Center, sitting down for the first time in 3 hours:<br />
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And then we were done! We ended up back at finish line, completing 9 out of 10 missions, along with some bonus clues as well. Woohoo! The first place team finished at 2 hours and 10 minutes, I think we were close to 4 hours. :P Oh well, go Mixed Nuts! :)<br />
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Flugelhorn: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flugelhorn">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flugelhorn</a><br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">I feel like this is one of those announcements that couples have that are like, "We're engaged!" or "We're having a baby!" It's just that I'm so excited and pumped!! So here it is: "Doris and I are playing for ABBQ this year!" Here's to another season of silly catching faces (mostly Doris), getting knocked around (mostly me), massages (mostly me stepping on Doris' back), new friends, fastness, </span><span style="text-align: left;">awesome frisbee,</span><span style="text-align: left;"> </span><span style="text-align: left;">and WINNING.</span></div>
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</div>Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-69097408174529894602012-04-29T10:31:00.002-07:002012-04-29T10:31:37.851-07:00I think Bryan's calves are deflating.Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-3110972122444202572012-04-28T21:09:00.003-07:002012-04-28T21:09:43.886-07:00I went to another mixed team tryouts today, and tried out as a cutter again. I'm doing things as a cutter that I've told cutters not to do.. like, not facing your dump before throwing, and cutting people off. Dah!Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-86238351994758643622012-04-24T22:48:00.003-07:002012-04-24T22:48:45.823-07:00Tryouts!I'm trying out for different mixed teams in the Bay Area.. man, there are SO MANY TEAMS! And a lot of the mixed teams' names are sexual (or maybe everything on Urban Dictionary is sexual). It weirds me out!<br />
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One fun and interesting thing is that I'm trying out as a cutter instead of a handler. Ever since I hurt my shoulder in October last year (strained my supraspinatus tendon on the most awkward layout ever), I'm very hesitant to throw backhands, and I'm still uncomfortable throwing backhand hucks. The only way I can confidently get backhands off is if I throw really low (which is good, I guess) because it forces me to put a lot of spin on the disc and have a short follow-through after I release, but it really limits my range of backhands.<br />
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I did PT for my shoulder for a couple months and it helped a lot so my shoulder didn't limit any normal activities. But it still gets sore when I throw a lot of backhands or do pushups.<br />
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Anyway, I tried out as a cutter this past weekend and it was way fun and took a lot of the pressure off my throwing, so I think I played a lot better. It also helped that Doris and Bryan were at tryouts too, reminding me that I play my best when I'm having fun with people I love. :)Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-82914388883931168332012-04-18T12:37:00.006-07:002012-04-18T13:15:04.957-07:00Karen Ng, PhDI decided a couple weeks ago that I wanted to attend my graduation ceremony because I thought my mom and grandma would enjoy it. So this morning I received an email from MIT telling me that I only have a few more days to reserve my cap and gown before I was charged a $25 late fee. So I went onto the MIT commencement website, which says that I can either reserve my gown in person at The Coop, or I can call in. Obviously I can't reserve my gown in person so I clicked on the website for The Coop (which is linked directly from the MIT Commencement website), and clicked on "Contact Us," which had a phone number for the The Coop.<div style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; ">I called the phone number and spoke to a delightfully friendly person named Adam. I told him my situation, and he said that he can just take my info via phone and will submit my rental request for me. So we went through the process: I gave him my name and all my contact info (including my email, karenng@alum.MIT.edu), gave him my height, weight, and credit card number. Then he told me I'm all set and that I can pick up the gown any time before graduation.</div><div style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; ">Then I said, "Just to confirm, I can pick it up in the Kendall Coop, right? Not the MIT Student Center Coop?"</div><div style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; ">And then Adam paused. </div><div style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; ">And said, "Oh. This is actually the Harvard Coop. I guess I forgot to ask you the most important question, which school you're graduating from. And you even said your email was alum.MIT.edu, but we have a lot of Harvard students with MIT email addresses."</div><div style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-weight: normal; ">Me: "...Oh." <i>I'm such an idiot.</i></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-weight: normal; ">Adam: "Welllll... Let me ask my supervisor and see what the correct protocol is for transferring this order to MIT."</div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-weight: normal; ">Me (<i>so embarrassed</i>): "No no no, it's okay, just cancel the order, and I'll call the MIT Coop. I'm really sorry..."</div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal; ">I hung up the phone, and turned to my boss, who was sitting next to me (we work in a conference room, with 3 other people, who weren't there yet) and told him, "</span><b><i>I just ordered my graduation gown from the wrong school.</i></b>"</div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>I don't deserve to graduate. :(</b></i></div>Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-44061917411823033442012-02-09T12:36:00.002-08:002012-02-09T12:44:25.745-08:00Frisbee friends can be found anywhere :)So for the last month, I've been doing an externship in LA that requires me to travel to Fresno, CA during the week. As the "ultimate junkie" that I am (as Michelle calls me), I googled "Fresno ultimate" and came across a group that gets together every Tues night at 7:30pm for some pickup in a city park.<div><br /></div><div>The first day I show up, I pull in the parking lot and see like 150 guys playing football. There was a full-tackle game going on in one field, and two flag football games going on in two other fields. "Where's the ultimate?" I'm thinking.</div><div><br /></div><div>Finally, some people show up and we don't have enough to play a full game so we play 3-on-3 goaltimate, which was the first time I played goaltimate in my life! Everyone was super friendly and welcoming, asking me where I'm from, and where I played, etc. </div><div><br /></div><div>Incidentally, I realized that my story is kind of complicated... "Well you see, I grew up in LA, went to school in Boston, then moved to SF, but I'm living in LA for the month for an internship, which has me traveling to Fresno for the week. But I live in LA on the weekends. And my husband is in SF. Um, yeah... yay frisbee!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I've been going for a couple weeks now, and even though the crowd is constantly changing and we play 3-on-3 goaltimate, or 4-on-4 short-field, or 2-on-2 hot box (that was a tiring one) depending on our numbers, I learned that you can always find a friendly group of people up for playing ultimate, wherever you go.</div>Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-70537421166370621062011-11-30T11:45:00.002-08:002011-11-30T11:56:06.665-08:00Leafy greens<b>Me:</b> "Bryan! I didn't pack any greens in your lunch today!"<div><br /></div><div><b>B:</b> "It's okay, I ate green skittles."</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Me:</b> "Those aren't leafy greens."</div><div><br /></div><div><b>B:</b> "I could've arranged them in the shape of a leaf..."</div>Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-29429316692807164362011-11-07T21:31:00.006-08:002011-11-08T08:23:47.413-08:00Strippers pie<div style="text-align: left;">(Through text)</div><div><br /></div><div><b>K</b>: "What are you making for dinner?"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>B</b>: "I made strippers pie."</div><div><br /></div><div><b>K</b>: "STRIPPERS PIE?!"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>B</b>: "Like shepherds pie but reveals more of the stuff you're not supposed to see"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>K</b>: "So less mashed potatoes?"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>B</b>: "More donuts"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>K</b>: "Wait what? Your shepherds pie has donuts?"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>B</b>: "maybe"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>K</b>: "I don't understand!!!!!!!!"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>K</b>: "Picture please"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>B</b>:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMam8YB2RelSai8yYOYXCPfXuSSJJnePM8_P7jgl8Y1rAirPbYmdXEh0UeF2NceUqC4Tad6u98LiuKeHoe9GPBOHIiM1tk1xQfdd20YEWkTMdbK_2pYH_M3WZzp8idtQRP9ws-m7706FfU/s1600/Stripper%2527s+pie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMam8YB2RelSai8yYOYXCPfXuSSJJnePM8_P7jgl8Y1rAirPbYmdXEh0UeF2NceUqC4Tad6u98LiuKeHoe9GPBOHIiM1tk1xQfdd20YEWkTMdbK_2pYH_M3WZzp8idtQRP9ws-m7706FfU/s320/Stripper%2527s+pie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672494280776085682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>K</b>: "Omg are you serious. Its shepherds pie with a donut on top?"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>B</b>: "strippers pie"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>K</b>: "Haha ugh weirdo"</div>Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-88692630784292965042011-10-20T12:08:00.002-07:002011-10-20T12:09:43.093-07:00ThesisMe: "I need to print two copies of my thesis for the library. Do you want a copy?"<br /><br /><div>My advisor: "No"</div>Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-68202859632952767452011-10-07T08:13:00.004-07:002011-10-07T08:23:55.278-07:00Compliments<div>While trying to fall asleep last night...</div><div><br /></div><div><b>K:</b> "You're my favorite Bryan."</div><div><br /></div><div><b>B:</b> "Prove it!"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>K:</b> "I'm in bed with you."</div><div><br /></div><div><b>B:</b> "Anyone can get in bed with you."</div><div><br /></div><div><b>K:</b> "WHHHHAAAAAT?! Are you calling me easy?!"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>B:</b> "No..."<br /><br /><b>K:</b> "Yes you are! You totally just called me easy! You need to compliment me to negate your insult."</div><div><br /></div><div><b>B:</b> "Your eyes glisten like toilet water."</div><div><br /></div><div><b>K:</b> ...</div><div><br /></div><div><b>B:</b> "Not a dirty one, but a clean one."</div><div><br /></div><div><b>K:</b> ...</div><div><br /></div><div><b>B:</b> "With a really bright light over it."</div><div><br /></div><div><b>K:</b> "...That was the *worst* compliment ever. Try again."</div><div><br /></div><b>B:</b> "Your fingers are like rakes."<div><br /></div><div><b>K:</b> ...</div><div><br /></div><div><b>B:</b> "Brand new ones at the store."</div><div><br /></div><div><b>K:</b> ...</div><div><br /><b>B:</b> "That are freshly painted."</div><div><br /></div><div><b>K:</b> "You're really bad at this."</div><div><br /></div><div><b>B:</b> "Your hair is like..."</div><div><br /></div><div><b>K:</b> "STOP! STOP STOP! Goodnight. You're such a winner."</div><div><br /></div><div><b>B:</b> "Winner!"</div>Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-8392764778305026612011-09-27T16:45:00.004-07:002011-09-27T17:05:38.563-07:00Patience is a virtueTeaching my mom how to use the computer makes me want to bang my head against the wall. I just spent 25 minutes trying to teach my mom how to attach a file to an e-mail (in IE, so no easy drag-and-drop function. I installed Chrome for her but she doesn't use it.). It started out pretty promising because she said she already scanned the paper, which I taught her how to do a few months ago. But then she didn't know what she named it. And she couldn't find the file. And then she found it, renamed it and removed the jpg extension. And then she didn't know how to to click and drag. And then she couldn't find the desktop. ...<div><br /></div><div><b>Me:</b> "The desktop is the blue screen right when you start up the computer, that has like the recycle bin and my computer on it..."<br /><div><div><br /></div><div><b>Mom:</b> "There's no blue screen! There is only My Documents."</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Me:</b> "But the file "My Documents" is on a blue screen, right?"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Mom:</b> "No, there is only My Documents"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Me:</b> ...</div><div><br /></div><div>And then after a few more minutes she FINALLY got it!! By this time I was pacing and gesturing like a lunatic in the student center. I must've sounded like an idiot, "The DESK-TOP... is the BLUE... SCREEN right when you turn on the COM-PU-TER... It's just blank! With a few icons on it!" Anyway, I was super excited when she finally did it (I made her email me too), even though she had removed the jpg extension on the document.</div><div><br /></div><div>And THEN she was like, "I need to do this so many more times!" </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Me:</b> "That's okay, you know how to do it now! I taught you how to fish!"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Mom:</b> "Fish?"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Me:</b> "Nevermind. You just did it, you can do it again now!"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Mom:</b> "It's too complicated. I will just send them all to you and you can send them to Uncle, ok?"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Me:</b> "MOOOOMMMMM if you can send them to me you can send them to Uncle!!!!"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Mom:</b> "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah."</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Me:</b> *smack* *smack* *smack* *face-palm*</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Mom:</b> "I don't know how to do any of this. You also need to teach me how to upload pictures from my camera to the computer."</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: "Another time, Mommy, another time, please."</div><div><br /></div><div>I know I really should be more patient with my mom, especially because she's my only parent left, and my dad used to take care of all this stuff. But I really am proud of her; she's learned a lot in the last few months, learning how to pay bills herself, getting a credit card for the first time in her life, taking care of the rental house, finding new tenants, etc. Just sometimes, no, a lot of times... I need to be more patient. Sigh...</div></div></div>Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-91749530613605832652011-09-18T16:36:00.005-07:002011-09-18T18:58:23.378-07:00We're going to Regionals!Which means Bryan is coming back to Boston again! Haha, I think if we didn't make Regionals, he just wouldn't come back. :P<br /><br />Scores: http://scores.usaultimate.org/scores/#mixed/tournament/9648<br /><br />Our first game in our six-round pool play was against Odyssey. We were down the entire game (we let them get one break on us early on) and didn't end up tying it up until 10-10, and then came back to win 13-10. Our second game was against Rorschach which we won relatively easily with a final score of 13-5. The Slow White game was a lot of fun to watch, and we did pretty well and we probably could've made it more competitive if we tighten lines, but we didn't; final score 12-9 them. We played Detroit Lions last on Sat, and got burned deep one too many times, final score 13-10 them.<br /><br />On Sunday, we played Apocalypse Meow first game, won 13-8. Then we won the last pool play game against Sucker Punch (which I just learned is a <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0978764/">movie</a>), coming back from 7-8 to win 10-8. That was a really fun game because everyone was super pumped up!!<br /><br />Some highlights that we talked about afterwards:<br /><ul><li>Bill's 85-yard huck to Doris for the score</li><li>Pretty zone O</li><li>Jenny cutting and catching aggressively<br /></li><li>Matty catching a D and then dropping it on purpose (no one really noticed, right? :P)</li><li>Wu's double-D in one point (point-block) and then D'ed someone in the endzone, but they were both caught and they scored. But they were still nice Ds... haha :)</li><li>Nolan's pretty flick huck to Wu in the endzone</li><li>Kes and NG got a couple nice layout Ds, sometimes making up a looot of ground to get there.<br /></li><li>Dillon and Yang's awesome talk from the sidelines</li><li>Sluts made some pretty key cuts/dishes this weekend. It was really awesome to watch :)</li><li>Miriam open everywheerrree</li><li>I laid out twice both for scores (both catching with my left hand, my uninjured side).</li><li>While standing 5 yards from the endzone line, trapped on a sideline, pump up a huge high throw to someone in the endzone, and MattyB caught it above 3 people, one of them NG, to score the winning point against Apoc Meow.</li></ul>Now a digression about line-calling:<br /><br />I called lines for three games on Saturday. Calling lines is really hard! I've never done it before, let alone for games/tournaments that matter. I felt so mentally exhausted after every game, like I had just taken a final or something. Actually, I read an article a few days ago about "<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/21/magazine/do-you-suffer-from-decision-fatigue.html?pagewanted=all">Decision Fatigue</a>" which describes the phenomenon that making many decisions makes a person tired so that he/she are more likely to make the "default" or lazy decisions. They studied parole board's decisions depending on the time of day and found that prisoners were more likely to be given parole during the morning or the hour right after lunch, basically times when the parole board was more awake and had the mental energy to make difficult decisions. And towards the end of the day, they tended to make the default decision not to grant parole. "The more choices you make throughout the day, the harder each one becomes for your brain, and eventually it looks for shortcuts, usually in either of two very different ways."<br /><br />I definitely felt mentally fatigued after line-calling. And I wonder if my line-calling got worse throughout the day because my mental energy level for putting together good/fair lines was depleting.<br /><br />There are a lot of factors that I considered during lines calling. There's men/women, handlers/cutters, primary/secondary cutters, O/D, zone positions (although that didn't really come up on Saturday) and people who play well together, I call that the gel factor. And then there's the flow of the game: Are we down? Do we need to tighten lines? And then during the Slow White game I was told that I need to always put a tall person on (Matty/Entz/Nolan). And sometimes it makes sense to keep the same line on two points in a row because things have been working well for them.<br /><br />And all these factors need to be taken into consideration the moment immediately after the previous point ends. Ideally the line is called within 5-10 seconds after the previous point ends. If I was too involved in a point, cheering from the sidelines, it took me more time to get a line together. And if I was thinking about the next line I was going to call (which is usually two lines, one O and one D because you don't know which one is needed yet), I felt myself not really paying attention to what was happening on the field. Or maybe I was taking all of this too seriously :/<br /><br />One thing that I definitely struggled with (and I think a lot of other women who call lines too) is the "unfairness" of playing time. If we're down a lot, we're going to play our O line more and the D line won't be getting much playing time. Plus, during the Odyssey game, we played 4 women for a lot of the O points because our women were our strong point, and when our roster only has 8 women and 16 men, a lot of the men won't be getting much playing time. There were definitely some games when some people played only 0-3 points per game. I'm sorry :(<br /><br />I think I started to get a hang of calling lines maybe after a game and a half. Many times it was, "Yay! We won the point! CRAP I need to call the next line NOW... um um um, crap." After a while it got easier, but it was still tiring and mentally exhausting. Anyway it was definitely an experience and I have a newfound appreciation for people who call lines (like Hatch Michelle and Jin!)Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-50944646232628113832011-09-14T13:47:00.004-07:002011-09-15T09:36:30.658-07:00Hot or not<span style="font-weight: bold;">K</span>: "how would you rate yourself in attractiveness, scale from 1-10"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">B</span>: "20"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">K</span>: "and me?"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">B</span>: "one billion"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">K</span>: "and W?"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">B</span>: "1"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">K</span>: "and X?"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">B</span>: "1"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">K</span>: "and Y?"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">B</span>: "1"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">K</span>: "and Z?"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">B</span>: "1"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">K</span>: "and Arnold?" (Schwarzenegger)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">B</span>: "10 billion!<br /> ... but only when he was younger"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">K</span>: "oh ok"<br /><br />...Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-41674488921745344002011-09-13T16:46:00.007-07:002011-09-13T17:12:20.147-07:00In anticipation...I'm super pumped for Club Sectionals this weekend!! :D And Bryan is coming back on Thursday night! Now only if my shoulder will cooperate, everything will be fine.<br /><br />I made a horrendous layout on Sunday during practice, hit my head pretty hard, scraped up both my elbows and both my knees, and sprained my right shoulder. I took an injury that point but played for the rest of practice and didn't feel my shoulder until a few hours after practice. By Sunday night I couldn't lift my arm beyond 45 degrees from my body in any direction.<br /><br />I got my ice pack from Keith's (it had been living there since we moved out of Antrim because I don't have a fridge/freezer at Ashdown, I use my roommate's mini-fridge), cranked down the temperature (sorry for the frozen milk...), and am icing and resting a lot, per our in-house medic Jin's recommendations. I got a shoulder brace from Amazon that's supposed to hold things together and provide additional support. I saw someone at MIT Medical today but he was pretty unhelpful. Hopefully by Sat I'll have enough range of motion to throw mid-distance throws. If you have any other suggestions to make me healthy faster, let me know.<br /><br />In other news, yay NU football! :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gUJpu2_mEZoksINQnhK6AAU9sJddrGBKlDG1qgN1EGovgi4vAevuPTyVwgbfaKofB3BYq8hi7aRSsImiqhrcmwK0gHfgvGs1Nvxu9Z577yAYB_4nTozkwI8g7NpwR7hgfNIkG_uhvwbb/s1600/IMG_6457.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/AVvXsEj6gUJpu2_mEZoksINQnhK6AAU9sJddrGBKlDG1qgN1EGovgi4vAevuPTyVwgbfaKofB3BYq8hi7aRSsImiqhrcmwK0gHfgvGs1Nvxu9Z577yAYB_4nTozkwI8g7NpwR7hgfNIkG_uhvwbb/s320/IMG_6457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651999667542585890" border="0" /></a>Oh hey we're about to score :D<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQIIVMMb4oNiMjw4UaHx1ZVGquZTY6B_ZN_QhJb3hWjYLI_ENuQJwiHrrywVUEfLfO3wpNDWZRufOL16tqzpgCDpSeVXWs25cSpyBgCUwhVW2diQAfp-QesN_rCR5kWwuzj1MzJZ2Nlj6/s1600/IMG_6466.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/AVvXsEgQQIIVMMb4oNiMjw4UaHx1ZVGquZTY6B_ZN_QhJb3hWjYLI_ENuQJwiHrrywVUEfLfO3wpNDWZRufOL16tqzpgCDpSeVXWs25cSpyBgCUwhVW2diQAfp-QesN_rCR5kWwuzj1MzJZ2Nlj6/s320/IMG_6466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651999678188566114" border="0" /></a>And the team sang the fight song with us afterwards!!<br /></div>Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-12109105578614407012011-09-11T09:05:00.002-07:002011-09-11T09:10:12.849-07:00DumpingI'm so bad at dumping, especially to guys, especially to Wu. Three things I'm working on and going to remember to do:<br /><br />1. Put it to space<br /><br />2. If my dump is being face-guarded, put it to space, not over the dump.<br /><br />3. If my dump is face-guarding me, fake one way and throw the other.<br /><br />I guess with that, I need to pay attention to what the dump D is doing. Sadly, I confess that I don't know whether the dump D is face-guarding me or the dump.<br /><br />But other than that, practice was a lot of fun this morning :)Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-41017974772484487872011-08-22T07:29:00.005-07:002011-08-22T08:35:04.226-07:00New cleats!<div style="text-align: left;">I haven't bought new cleats in 3 years. My current pair of cleats were given to me as a gift from Keiko on Hatch 3 years ago. If I remember correctly, they were first given to Doris because she forgot her cleats at Club Regionals, and Keiko was like, "I have a box full of cleats in my car!" And she really did have a box full of cleats in her car; she was literally driving around a cleat store that just carried size 7-8 women's cleats, it was pretty epic! Apparently she buys cleats and if they don't fit her, she just leaves them in a box in her car for other people. </div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway, that's how I ended up with my pair of Keiko cleats. I love that pair of cleats; they lasted 3 years (through 2 seasons of college and 2 seasons of club), they never gave me any problems and they were amazing. It was only recently that I felt my feet sliding around a lot in my cleats and they're just starting to fall apart.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I bought three pairs of cleats on Zappos last night (Bryan, don't freak out if you see a $150-charge for Zappos on our Mint account, I promise I will return two pairs of cleats once I figure out which one fits the best, haha). They're supposed to ship to Ashdown, but I don't move in until Thursday and I hope they don't arrive before then and the front desk sends them back because I'm not there yet! I plan to break them in at Chesapeake, not the smartest move, but I really need new cleats.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>These are the ones I ended up ordering:</div><div>
<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnEFop4Pmw_5ep3VrNe_1dN0J_GAefacJUUNy7IDb7glYUtoBaNK10Hla-mbydnuNtodXDB2SWRQ0vc2zWRvV8Cu7XOZqnKAIrsmXZz1JMovgXoMg4vQRIGFMQjlnBa3ssdnzX-Ph4dPJR/s1600/puma+esito.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnEFop4Pmw_5ep3VrNe_1dN0J_GAefacJUUNy7IDb7glYUtoBaNK10Hla-mbydnuNtodXDB2SWRQ0vc2zWRvV8Cu7XOZqnKAIrsmXZz1JMovgXoMg4vQRIGFMQjlnBa3ssdnzX-Ph4dPJR/s320/puma+esito.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643698411578197474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Puma Esito Finale</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4v0JjOQ17g7zR1RdBGZ0SThCPGn61oiJiSnmkFBuJqyb9IETkgeSPFB7xVCqcOU3rMP05wkLeLHKdKDNKRurQNXper4G4vWHPpWnby7UF2gmX9OUYjy_ZSdyh42dBEC6VTfBdFS4s0ry/s1600/nike+tiempo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4v0JjOQ17g7zR1RdBGZ0SThCPGn61oiJiSnmkFBuJqyb9IETkgeSPFB7xVCqcOU3rMP05wkLeLHKdKDNKRurQNXper4G4vWHPpWnby7UF2gmX9OUYjy_ZSdyh42dBEC6VTfBdFS4s0ry/s320/nike+tiempo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643698415346766946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nike Tiempo Natural</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj6-efU2tykrwQIxQEQmHkvs1gVNWHhA3eborSG_IlVjmb3LH85HKmc9ZX7pRlLlfY76pla4GeGbeinj0vcJm4H-lnp2fBaIOh4tqf9v-qHUiesdEGeRdT9c5tkCZuSVWvvNmQDARkfy36/s1600/puma+powercat+3.10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj6-efU2tykrwQIxQEQmHkvs1gVNWHhA3eborSG_IlVjmb3LH85HKmc9ZX7pRlLlfY76pla4GeGbeinj0vcJm4H-lnp2fBaIOh4tqf9v-qHUiesdEGeRdT9c5tkCZuSVWvvNmQDARkfy36/s320/puma+powercat+3.10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643698418842045314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Puma Powercat 3.10</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I had an old pair of the Nike Tiempos; they were comfortable but the cleats were flat and wide, and I kept slipping a lot. It looks like they changed them into pegs, so hopefully they will be better. I secretly hope the Puma Powercat fits the best because they just look so awesome. :D I was also told that Pumas run small, so I got a half size larger for the Pumas. Anyway, we'll see.</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What cleats do you wear/like?</div>Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-85473664145259510322011-08-21T17:47:00.005-07:002011-08-22T04:00:33.737-07:00Wuwu! (Day 2)We won in the finals (4/3 Div 1)! We beat Stonecutters in the quarters and Gothrilla in the semis, and then we played Swingers in the finals. There were impending t-storms, so we played until we first saw lightning. We were down 4-1, and then 6-3, and then somehow we went on a 5-0 run so that at 8-6, when lightning struck, and we immediately stopped the game and we had won! Lucky timing, haha.<div>
<br /></div><div><a href="http://scores.usaultimate.org/scores/#mixed/tournament/9728">http://scores.usaultimate.org/scores/#mixed/tournament/9728</a></div><div>
<br /></div><div>There were some amazing Ds from Kes, Wu, and Yang. Pretty hucks from Shawn and Bill as always. Many point blocks by Matty (although there was a guy who managed to throw in between his legs, haha!) Injured Doris a lot by making her lay out; hehe jk, the "Doris is pretty" play worked *almost* every time, until she broke. X had a few nice grabs as well. Anna and Cindy were clutch with their continue cuts. Props to the ladies who powered through this weekend; played with 4 on Sat and 5 on Sun (and 3 during the finals). I surprised myself by laying out a few times; maybe NG is rubbing off on me, next step: some layout Ds! :) Bryan, you'll teach me, right? :)</div><div>
<br /></div><div>It's always really fun giving it your all. Even though some people think it was "just summer league" I played really hard and had a great time. I'll miss playing with these people. Luckily they're all on Mixed Nuts so we can continue playing together for a few more months :)</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Who has the team picture?!</div>Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-91945579051070590472011-08-20T17:21:00.001-07:002011-08-21T17:47:41.743-07:00Wuwu! (Day 1)We won all our games today! I'm also really proud of myself for training Craig how to dish (to me) properly.. heh heh heh. One by one they will all be converted :D
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<br /></div><div>Also the only point I remember out of the whole day: Wu with the disc in the middle of the field about 5 yards out of our endzone. Then Doris makes a cut on the open side, she's WIDE open, 15 yards in front of her girl, and Wu is not even looking at her. So Doris yells, "WU! Are you serious?! I'm going to kill you!" Hahahaha and Wu *almost* turns it by throwing it into the mark, but luckily for him it was a foul, he got the disc back, and we scored. :P</div>Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-60451191524420871102011-08-16T15:23:00.006-07:002011-08-16T15:45:43.607-07:00New Backpack!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinv1SC9raTCP_Dhr4VNhjmPgTgSBnKiOMOi1G7wcKK5aMUnuxdNEP9eHYB8i_e4ZsX1snIB7VJm5WWA4KN85YD0Zccdux0dGBgEGo4wwr1IWlNxQVK7Y464dQHwc4suzccXPjU4rF79Sn6/s1600/IMG_6390.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinv1SC9raTCP_Dhr4VNhjmPgTgSBnKiOMOi1G7wcKK5aMUnuxdNEP9eHYB8i_e4ZsX1snIB7VJm5WWA4KN85YD0Zccdux0dGBgEGo4wwr1IWlNxQVK7Y464dQHwc4suzccXPjU4rF79Sn6/s320/IMG_6390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641583334537795154" border="0" /></a>
<br />HI MOM!
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<br />Look I bought a new backpack so I can fit everything I own into it and then I don't have to worry about losing stuff when I move at the end of the month. It's a little bit heavy though so I'm thinking of attaching some wheels on the bottom so I can just push it along.
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<br />LOVE,
<br />KAREN
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<br />So I recently sent that picture with the above message to my mom. And she just sent me a blank email back. So I called her and this is the conversation that resulted:
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom:</span> (laughing) "Are you crazy?!"
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> "What..."
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom:</span> "Why did you buy a backpack that big?"
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> "It can fit a lot of stuff!"
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom:</span> "Are you crazy?! How are you going to get it down the stairs?"
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> "I'll pack it at the bottom of the stairs!"
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom:</span> "How are you going to put it in the car?!"
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> "I'll tie it to the top of the car. I have some rope."
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom:</span> "Are you crazy?! It's going to smash the car!"
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> "It'll be okay. Cars are strong."
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom:</span> "I think you should return it and buy a more practical backpack."
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> "But I like this one! And it can fit so much stuff!"
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom:</span> "It's going to crush you! How are you going to carry it!"
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> "Well, I told you, I'm going to buy some wheels and attach it to the bottom and pull it around."
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom:</span> "People will just see a backpack moving by itself because they can't see you! And you're going to crash into something."
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> "That's okay. It can fit a lot of stuff."
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom:</span> "You're crazy! I think you should return it and get a different one."
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> "But this one can fit so much stuff!"
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom:</span> "It looks like its for giants! You will look tiny, like Mickey Mouse, very small. Like Tom and Jerry in the cartoons!"
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> "It's fine, Mom. Don't worry!"
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom:</span> "I have to take Grandma to physical therapy. Bye!"
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> "...Oh ok... bye!"
<br />Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-72142371388306701462011-08-12T07:07:00.000-07:002011-08-12T07:08:16.599-07:00Riddle!A conversation took place between two friends, a philosopher and a mathematician, who had not seen each or heard from each other in years. The mathematician, who had an exceedingly good memory, asked the philosopher how many children he had. The philosopher replied that he had three. The mathematician then asked how old the children were. His friend, who knew how much most mathematicians enjoy puzzles, said that he would give him a number of clues to the children's ages.
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<br />The philosopher's first clue: "The product of the children's ages is 36." The mathematician immediately replied that this was insufficient information.
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<br />The philosopher's second clue: "All of the children's ages are integers; none are fractional ages, such as 1 and ΒΌ years old." Still, the mathematician could not deduce the correct answer.
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<br />The philosopher's third clue: "The sum of the three children's ages is identical to the address of the house where we played chess together often, years ago." The mathematician still required more information (but assume the mathematician remembered the street number).
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<br />The philosopher then gave his fourth clue: "The oldest child looks like me." At this point, the mathematician was able to determine the ages of the three children. Here is your problem: What are the ages of the three children?Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-80308786643587347962011-08-09T05:14:00.001-07:002011-08-09T05:17:30.222-07:00AttitudeAttitude is a little thing that makes a big difference.
<br />~ Winston Churchill
<br />Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889460399124982576.post-79474563607650725582011-07-31T14:02:00.001-07:002011-07-31T14:04:50.872-07:00Antrim Shenanigans<iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QtTIDTn6c_A?hl=en&fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Kshuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430890300606841781noreply@blogger.com