Phil Ochs – The Highwayman
Alfred Noyes' poem, The Highwayman was beautifully set to music on Phil Och's I Ain't Marching Anymore album back in 1965. 🦇 A spooky song for the most spooky 👻 of wind-driven cold Halloween nights.🎃
Alfred Noyes' poem, The Highwayman was beautifully set to music on Phil Och's I Ain't Marching Anymore album back in 1965. 🦇 A spooky song for the most spooky 👻 of wind-driven cold Halloween nights.🎃
9/13/21 by Robert Rydell, Katy Milkman, Don Moore
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When young children imagine their future lives, they’re often very optimistic. They’ll say things like “I’m going to be an astronaut!” or “When I grow up, I want to be a movie star!” These outcomes are, of course, quite rare. Most children will grow into slightly less exotic careers as adults. But even as adults, we tend toward personal optimism. We assume that we will outlive the average person, that we will remain in better health than the average person, and that our children will be above average in school or in sports. Of course, we can’t all be above average. In this episode of Choiceology with Katy Milkman, we look at the mistakes we make when we assume we’re less susceptible to failure or negative outcomes than are other people. World’s Fairs are large scale events requiring an immense amount of planning and organization. And while there have been many memorable and successful fairs, there have also been many expensive failures. Robert Rydell tells the story of the 1926 Sesquicentennial International Exposition in Philadelphia. Organizers were certain that they could mount a spectacular event, one that would transform their city and burnish its reputation around the world. But international events, poor weather, local politics, and the death of one of the key planners would conspire to make this a fair to remember, for all the wrong reasons. Robert Rydell is a professor of American Studies at Montana State University and the author of All the World’s a Fair: Visions of Empire at American International Expositions, 1876-1916. Next, Don Moore joins Katy to discuss the ways in which overconfidence, overplacement, and overprecision can cloud your judgement, even though it may make you feel better about yourself and your abilities. Don Moore is the Lorraine Tyson Mitchell Chair in Leadership and Communication at the UC Berkeley Haas School of Business and serves as Associate Dean for Academic Affairs. He is also the author of the book Perfectly Confident: How to Calibrate Your Decisions Wisely. Finally, Katy offers advice on using base rates to help offset over-optimism when it comes to planning events, starting a business, getting married, or renovating your home.
Bigots usually say things like…
“I’m not against ________ but ________“
But it’s a cycle, what happens now comes back around and it will soon be summer 2022. One day closer to my goals and a better life than my rundown apartment in the suburbs.
It was little more than a week before the death of Mark that he came down to my office and we were chatting for an hour or maybe an hour and a half. About life and politics. Mostly just shooting the shit.
I had no idea that would be the last time we would be chatting. Mark swung my office usually once a week, I always enjoyed his perspective on things, as he always was an astute observer of politics and government. I don’t know how many hours we talked over the years but it probably was in the hundreds. That said, when I left the state for a while and then the pandemic hit it was a lot more distance between us two.
I knew he was quite sick and brittle, his declining health quietly and almost secretly taking away his life. At one level from his Facebook posts and our discussions I was fully aware of how sick he was at times – rushed off to the hospital for one painful surgery after another but he always seemed to snap back and seemed reasonably well off. But based on the amount of time he spent in the hospital I knew he wasn’t that well. But it just seemed impossible that one day he would be gone.
Maybe I should have gone to his wake but by the time it was announced I had already planned to head out of town. It always would have been fun to spend a night in the woods kicking back with him around a few beers and a fire but that wasn’t likely to happen as towards the end, he couldn’t be that far from emergency services. But I told myself he couldn’t be that sick and I just couldn’t imagine it that one day I would never see him again.