Hall's Rules of Social Order

Hall’s Rule of Social Order #99

20 February, 2012 (12:00) | Hall's Rules of Social Order

Never fully trust a realtor.

Despite what they say, they’re probably not thinking with your desires 100% in their minds.  As a general rule of thumb, you should always know and question people’s intentions.  if they have no incentive to help you, they probably aren’t.  realtors make money from you.  They have a little motivation to make sure you have a good experience for you to throw referrals their way, but all in all, they’re not on the hook for anything.  They know you are going to buy a house.  If they’re selling a house, they know it will sell eventually if it’s reasonable.  The fact is, the more money the save you on the house, the less money they get, so their not going to work as hard as you’d like.

FYI/DIY

Hot water freezes faster than cold water

17 February, 2012 (12:00) | FYI/DIY

It’s called the Mpemba effect.  It’s a weird phenomenon that has been repeated, but not effectively recreated.  I had heard about it a long time ago, something like a friend told me to put hot water in the ice tray so that it would freeze faster.  It doesn’t seem like that’s entirely valid, but maybe.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mpemba_effect

Poll the People

Just listen to the rhythm of my heart

15 February, 2012 (12:00) | Poll the People

Do you believe in love?  I’m sure people’s definitions vary widely, just like their capacity to love.

Do you believe in love?

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Hall's Rules of Social Order

Hall’s Rule of Social Order #295

13 February, 2012 (12:00) | Hall's Rules of Social Order

We are all just a little bit racist.

Here’s a video from Tony Award winning cast of Avenue Q to help –

 

Memories

Dear readers, I’m not sure where I’m headed

8 February, 2012 (12:00) | Memories

When I was in college, I had a creative writing class.  It was a small class, less than 20 of us, and we met in one of the cool nationality rooms at Pitt.  The professor’s last name was Hall, and I enjoyed her and the class tremendously.  I don’t claim to have had a special connection with her, but I can tell you that she made me feel special.  She always had not only good things to say about my writing, but she had encouraging things to say.

Sure, maybe that was just her style, and she told everyone that they should submit writing to contests.  Maybe she suggested everyone contact the local radio station, WYEP, to fill a spot reading their poetry.  All I know is that she gave me confidence in my work to do those things because she convinced me she believed in me, so why shouldn’t I believe in myself?  One thing stands out though.  When she opened up a Red Rose Tea box, and picked out the glazed ceramic animal figures, I doubt she thought of every student she had.  As she picked up a peregrine falcon piece, she remembered a short story I wrote that included the falcons.  She gave me that figurine at the end of the semester and I still have it and remember what it symbolizes.  It might have been something simple and small to her, but beyond the fact that I already enjoyed collecting the figures, I was filled with joy to be receiving something back.  She didn’t just read my short story, she remembered it enough to be inspired.  THAT is what I would live for as a writer.  Affecting people by simply expressing my thoughts would fill me with such life.

I attribute that class to a lot of my desire to write, or even blog at all.  I never won any of those contests.  WYEP said they wanted established poets who were published.  For some reason though, none of that felt like rejection.  It felt like satisfaction.  Sometimes, I yearn for that unique feeling.  To be so filled with joy, that rejection rings in a sense of completion rather than discouragement.

Hall's Rules of Social Order

Hall’s Rule of Social Order #181

6 February, 2012 (12:00) | Hall's Rules of Social Order

Build your identity on what you do, not what others do.

Mind your own business don’t worry about celebs dating lives or the big movies they’re in.  We’re supposed to get excited about Emmy awards?  Aren’t their salaries enough of an award?  Aren’t the endorsement deals, the free meals, or the fame enough for them?  It just feels like people all too willingly shove the straws in their own brains for other people to suck the life out of them.