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Occam’s Razor reversed: or how to make something simple complicated

I am continually trying to clean up / clear out / streamline my beautifully renovated Dupont Circle Coop.

To that end a few MONTHS ago, I posted a note on my apartment message board that I was selling a bunch of furniture.

Someone inquired about an old camping table I was selling. Originally purchased for about $50, I was offering it for $15.

camping tableThe conversation on said $50-reduced-to-$15, used once, snap-together table went like this:

Washy: I’ll be home after 6, apt. #12345 – I was asking $15 but it’s negotiable. I also have an ikea coffee table!

Tablebuyer: I’ll tell one of my sons to stop by.

How much was the table new?

Washy: Actually, I just looked it up and saw it for $58. I paid a little less than that I think, but do think it was close to $50 – so bargain! glad you inquired. Read the rest of this entry »

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Simplicity II

These quotes and phrases came to me courtesy of the Arlington Library Book Sale book bin. My new favorite spot: the box of “gift books”: quote books, guides, dictionaries, translations. Best of all, they’re all thrown randomly together. From this collection on this trip, I gleaned the following lines, poems all:

“The wind and the cherry blossom can never be good friends.” – Guy A. Zona, Even Withered Trees Give Prosperity to the Mountain and other Proverbs of Japan.


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Simplicity

I sat next to a six-year-old on the Metro today. On the way to a Nats game, complete with red cap and baseball glove. and gameboy, of course.

His parents were in the row behind us though I didn’t see them at first and he didn’t seem to be paying them much mind, just chattering away in one long continuous sentence.

“Are you going to the game??” I told him I wasn’t and he looked puzzled, as though it hadn’t occurred to him that the train went anywhere else. “It’s at the new park!!! That’s where we’re going!!!!”

Then he started explaining his pokemon game and how he was at level 17. I, of course, understood not a word and said I doubted I could get to level 2. “Oh no, you could! Level one is really easy. REALLY easy.” He continued playing and showing me things I didn’t understand in the game, though I was glad I had at least heard of pokemon.

When I got off the train, I told him to have fun, that I hoped he caught a fly ball. “Me too!” he said. “And also, I am pretty good at Pokemon, like a lot better than a lot of kids.”

As I stepped out of the train, I heard him calling “You’d be good, too! I can tell those things!”

He had me believing.

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