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  • Bubbles On A Screen

    Dating today can be incredibly frustrating and carries with it a new-ish set of challenges with the explosion of digital platforms.  But in the end, there is one key to making the whole process optimal for everyone.

    “Treat potential partners like actual people, not bubbles on a screen.”

    That’s from the conclusion of Aziz Ansari’s “Modern Romance.”  The book, which he worked on with sociologist Eric Klinenberg, runs through how dating has changed over the years, especially with how people meet and how late in life they get married.  A lot of it involves how the process now runs through our phones.

    For example, the authors cite a 1932 study of 5,000 marriage licenses filed in Philadelphia that found one-third of the couples had lived within a five block radius.  That is part of a group of studies and stories about how a lot of people met spouses who lived in the same apartment building or same street.

    Obviously online dating has vastly expanded our options, even if that means coming across the profile of someone who does live in the same street but you might otherwise never run into out in the world.

    But with these new options also comes new digital-age problems.  Ansari and his team conducted a bunch of focus groups in various cities and asked men and women about what it’s like to date now.  The groups touched on a number of topics such as the seemingly simple question of whether you should text someone or call them.  Ansari writes that in one group, a woman described calls as “The WORST” while another insisted that was the only way she would talk to a guy.

    “[Dumbfounded] – Every guy in that focus group.”

    Another major question is how long you should correspond with someone before meeting up for the first time.

    “Laurie Davis, author of Love at First Click and an online dating consultant, advises her clients to exchange a maximum of six messages before meeting off-line.”

    But, Ansari says, at the same time there are some people — mainly women — who say they become more and more comfortable about the idea of meeting someone in real life after getting more messages in which they seem likely to not be crazy or dangerous.

    So what do you do with that?  I go for a happy medium.  You don’t want to waste your time endlessly writing back and forth with someone who may hate you in person, so I try to get to that date part sort of quickly.  But I’ve also heard so many horror stories from women I know about their online experiences.  Nothing has ever made me so glad to be a male, since all I have to deal with is odd situations and not ones that make me fearful or horrified.

    Ansari presents what is almost a straightforward sociological kind of book, which is not exactly what I was expecting.  For anyone currently in the dating world, it’s a really interesting discussion that we don’t often have publicly about what works, what we like, and what ridiculousness we all seem to go through.

    But between all the data and focus groups, he does manage to throw in a decent amount of the humor for which he’s famous.  He brings up how we break things off when we’re no longer interested and how hard it feels to basically say to someone, “Thanks…but no thanks.”

    “This is why our culture developed lines like ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ and ‘I’m just not ready to be in a relationship now’ and ‘I’m sorry, I just want to focus on my dragon art,'” Ansari said.

    I can’t wait until someone uses the dragon art line on me.  If you are in the position of potentially doing this, I hereby request that’s the method you go with.

    There’s so much I could cover, but really if you’ve gotten this far and are interested I absolutely encourage you to read the book.  It’s not long and goes quickly!

    But I will close with the amazingness that Ansari found in Japan, where the focus group yielded the fact that many people there do not use profile pictures featuring just themselves.  Instead, they are with groups of people, and often are just pictures of a cat or their rice cooker.

    Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go change mine to something epic.

    August 7, 2015 books technology
  • You Say Elias, I Say Elias

    @cjhannas Ok, check out AN EMBER IN THE ASHES by Sabaa Tahir. I’m 150 pages in and feel like it’s a mutual win.

    — Brooke Shelby (@txtingmrdarcy) June 5, 2015

    Is it lazy to begin a post with someone else’s tweet?  What if I follow that up with another one that suggests I followed through on this recommendation?

    @cjhannas i adore that you order a book because i say a thing. #somuchpressure

    — Brooke Shelby (@txtingmrdarcy) June 5, 2015

    And now you may be thinking that since I read “Dark Places” so long ago, how could I possibly be just writing about “An Ember In The Ashes” now?  Well, as sometimes happens, I’m a little behind on the book posts.  Get ready for a few in a row!

    I connected with the protagonist Elias in a very key way since he and I are both a member of the tall kids club, which he lays out when talking about his longtime friend and emerging love interest Helene:

    “She stands two inches shy of six feet — a half-foot shorter than me.”

    That actually makes Elias an inch taller than me.

    TIL I’m the same height and weight as Steph Curry #importantinfo https://t.co/xZFc4imLtD

    — Chris Hannas (@cjhannas) July 16, 2015

    Elias and Helene are graduating from a military academy where they’ve spent basically their whole lives.  Suddenly they are chosen to compete for the right to take over the entire empire, but first must make it through a series of mysterious trials.

    During one, Elias (whose name I still can’t decide how to pronounce) has to walk through a battlefield filled with the bodies of everyone he’ll supposedly kill in the future.

    “How do I make it stop?” he asks a boy.  “I have to make it stop.”
    “It’s already done,” the boy says.  “This is your destiny — it is written.”

    Hm, where have I seen that before…oh, right, just to the left of my computer monitor:

    Of course with any empire there’s another side with the regular people, and Tahir sets up an interesting dynamic by having the first half of the book alternate between chapters narrated by Elias and ones told by Laia.  She is a scholar whose brother is taken by someone just like Elias, and from the start the two of them are on an inevitable collision course.  It’s a perfectly done dual narrator setup.

    Laia’s ultimate goal is to get her brother Darin freed, and often spends time wondering if she ever will, and what will happen if she fails.

    “No more,” she tells herself about the what-ifs.  “Nan once said that there’s hope in life.  If Darin’s alive, nothing else matters.  If I can get him out, the rest can be fixed.”

    For the generally optimistic among us, that’s the basis for so much.  If you’re still kicking, there’s always a way.

    Laia’s pragmatism and loyalty to others clashes at times with Helene’s personality, which helps draw Elias in.  Helene is the obvious choice for him, but he can’t help but think about Laia no matter how hard he works to put her out of his mind.

    “I try for days not to think about her.  In the end, I stop resisting.  Life is hard enough without having to avoid entire rooms in my own head.”

    Amen, brother.

    August 7, 2015 books Uncategorized
  • Summer Glovin

    What started as a one day, maybe purchase turned into a serious mission when rain put a Nats game into a delay and I went to the team’s website to look up something.

    The main picture featured pitcher Max Scherzer and his beautiful glove (this is not that exact photo, but I assume the same glove):

    With a vague idea that I wanted to look into getting a new glove, I next visited the Rawlings site.  The first thing I saw there was the ability to create a custom glove, so naturally I had to see what that was like:

    You get to pick the color of every piece of leather, a dozen different webbing designs, optional finger holes and hoods, custom text or even country and state flags.  This is not even close to the ugliest glove you can make with all those choices.

    The real one I built was far simpler, with a two-tone color pattern.  Like the bat I got in January, I went with my “brand” but skipped the flag this time.  Three weeks later, this beauty showed up at my door:



    This is by far the most comfortable glove I’ve ever owned and I’m pretty sure it is impossible to make any errors with it.  The smell should also be a cologne. There’s also the bonus that after playing catch for a while, the baseball starts to get a nice red hue.  So many things for the Rawlings marketing department to work with.

    August 6, 2015 baseball Uncategorized
  • Roo The Day

    Last night I returned to the scene of one of my greatest triumphs, where summoning the very essence of grit and determination buried deep in my soul left me on a mountaintop of glory.

    And by that I mean a putt putt golf course in Ocean City, where nearly a year ago I overcame a six-stroke deficit after three rounds and defeated my friend Mike by a predicted three strokes.  Last night went a little differently, but before we could play, we had to actually make our way to the course.
    The early going was not very positive for what I believe must have been a mustard bug:

    Then we needed some fuel, and while we did make the obvious stop for gas, we also found our way here, to a burger place that proudly proclaims it’s been “Horrifying Vegans Since 2013.”

    It’s the kind of place where you pick everything aspect of your burger, and since I’d never tried kangaroo before, that happened.  I can report it was mighty delicious.

    Finally, with my newfound roo strength, it was time to tackle Down Under Golf, the Australia-themed course that Mike and I have frequented since roughly 1959.  But things quickly got awkward:

    Oh, hey guys.  I totally had a regular cheeseburger earlier.  I’m sure your cousin is just out for a hop somewhere.  
    Phew.  I think I made it through that okay.  Now we can move on with…oh no…

    Did I say awkward?  Because I meant REALLY AWKWARD.  I believe this dude’s name is Rootini, but there were about 17,000 people there getting their picture taken so it was hard to be too sure of what was happening.
    As for the golf, Mike and I took advantage of the pay once, play all you want policy and played three rounds.  After the first, we were tied.  I sprung to an early lead in the second round, but my spiffy red ball betrayed me on the 8th hole, when I disastrously mishit the first shot…and then the second…and walked to the 9th tee down by three strokes.  
    That’s how the round ended, and needing an epic comeback in the final 18 holes, I went with last year’s strategy and selected a black ball to lead me to glory.
    Methodically, with the heart of a champion sending blood pulsing through my veins, I whittled Mike’s lead down to one by the time we made it to the 14th hole.

    This is one of the wackiest and most fun layouts on the whole course, one of those holes where you get your ball in motion and hang on for the ride as it swings back and forth, up and over hills and barrels its way down near the hole.  
    Typically I shoot mine to the left (right in this pic), but in an inspired move, I hit it to the right in our second round and notched a hole in one.  What good did that do me?  Oh yeah, Mike took the exact same line and got not only his own hole in one in the second round, but also one in the third as well.  When I missed, that began to spell the end of my comeback attempt.
    Then he got a hole in one on the next hole too, and it was over.  My dreams shot.  Spirit broken.  Resolve crushed.  Roo power neutralized.
    The rematch shall be epic.

    Maybe next time I’ll try koala power. 

    July 23, 2015 Uncategorized
  • Is It Weird That You’re Weird?

    About seven months have gone by since I detailed a few of the strangest dates I’ve ever had, and while there has only been one new date since that time, it became an instant classic worthy of contending for my worst date of all time.

    This happened a few months ago, but I was reminded of it the other day while listening to a rerun episode of “This American Life.”  The first act, which runs about 8 minutes, talks about things that other people point out about ourselves that we have a hard time shaking.

    I’ll let host Nancy Updike pick up around the 3-minute mark:

    “These are not statements that a human being forgets. The moment you hear the observation it becomes part of how you see yourself, seemingly forever. Even something tiny, if it hits you right, can turn into this chirpy little voicemail that your brain is never able to erase.  And it doesn’t have to be about looks; it can be a comment on how you run or laugh or drive, how much money you make, what books you’ve read or haven’t read, any outside assessment of you that you never saw coming and couldn’t shake once it was uttered.”

    Which brings us back to my date in May.  It was our first time meeting in person after messaging back and forth for a few days.  Her reaction was like many people I meet comment immediately about my height, but while most people are like, “Hey you’re tall!” her wording was, “Do you ever get self-conscious about being so tall?”

    Well, um, not usually.  After we sat down and ordered drinks she went back to the tall well, looking oddly at my hands and then asking if, because I was so [freakishly] tall, they were abnormally big.  I don’t think so?

    Our charming conversation continued with more normal first-date questions like where we were from, college and what we’re doing at work.  Then she asked when my last relationship was, and I gave an answer that I didn’t think was the worst in the world but drew a swift, “Well that’s not a red flag or anything…”


    So menacing

    Cool.  We wrapped up dinner and took a stroll at the town center across the street.  It was a little chilly, and when my hands got cold I casually put them in my pockets for warmth.  That seemed like a pretty normal move to me since just about every human in the same situation has done the same, but silly me.

    “Really?  Pockets?  You look like a serial killer right now.”

    Oh.  I can report that in the two months since then I have thought about that comment 100 percent of the time when putting my hands in my pockets, which I now notice happens all the time.

    But don’t worry, I have a solution for this massive problem.  On my next date, I’ll just show up rocking these:

    That won’t be a red flag or anything.

    July 17, 2015 Uncategorized
  • Berry Good

    Once in a while, great things happen to us.

    So, we’ll see you tomorrow? #CapnCrunchDelights pic.twitter.com/7umLWZVl2Q

    — Taco Bell (@tacobell) July 1, 2015

    I was casually browsing Twitter and noticed my friends at Taco Bell reminding the world that the glorious-sounding Cap’n Crunch Delights were about to be released into the wild.  If you’re not familiar, these are an off-shoot of the Cinnabon Delights that are easily the best thing to emerge from the Taco Bell breakfast menu.

    Naturally, since Taco Bell is literally on my way home, I had to grab a couple of these guys (two for a dollar-ish):

    As a fan of Crunch Berries, I did not think there was any chance I wouldn’t love these.  We’re basically talking about a lighter donut hole with icing and Crunch Berries bits.

    All it took was one bite to confirm the amazingness at work here:

    These are truly phenomenal.  I don’t want to know how many I could eat in one sitting because the number is probably somewhere around 30 and that seems not great for my long-term goals on this planet.  But two of them?  Go for it.

    I will say, though, that they do taste more on the Trix end of the cereal spectrum, which is certainly not far from Crunch Berries, just a tiny bit different.  But whatever, I won’t begin to complain.

    July 2, 2015 Taco Bell Uncategorized
  • Profiling

    Online dating involves looking at a lot of profiles, and after a while certain commonalities make them all blend together.

    I can’t tell you the number of women who are looking for a partner in crime, work hard and play hard, and have an affinity for the phrase “live, laugh, love.”  So it’s especially refreshing when there’s a detail in a profile or conversation that comes out of left field.

    During the past few weeks I’ve tried to remember to screenshot a few of these as I come across them.  Perhaps my favorite is the woman who bragged about her ability to excel at breakfast time:

    Sometimes it’s best to get the important questions out of the way to test compatibility before you invest too much time.  First part, great, second part, oh boy:

    The “You Should message me if” section is one where a lot of the cliches live, so imagine my joy when I came across this final sentence:

    Oh and this one:

    If you are not aware, ReBoot was an awesome show that graced our lives when I was a kid.  Get educated.

    Back to contemporary computer life.  Profile pictures commonly include some sort of hiking shot or, in a shocking number of cases, skydiving.  Emus are not common:

    At work I have to write all units of measurement in metric, so when a Canadian messaged me, it was only natural that I described my distance from DC in terms of kilometers.  Very nice to have my efforts appreciated!

    Also, the Canadian knows about ReBoot, so bonus points.

    Finally, the deal-breaker of all deal-breakers:

    You should know better than to talk about Natalie like that.

    June 27, 2015 internet Uncategorized
  • Mini Simpsons Multiplying

    The awesome folks at LEGO upped their Simpsons game this year with a new Kwik-E-Mart set and another batch of 16 mini figures.

    Having spent a ton of money on the Simpsons house and 16 characters last year, I couldn’t bring myself to justify getting the Kwik-E-Mart set too, and instead “compromised” down to just getting the new group of characters.

    A photo posted by Chris Hannas (@cjhannas) on

    You may recall that I made a fancy platform for the house and first set of characters to sit on, and with the addition of so many other residents of Springfield, it was time for an expansion.  So I made a matching platform on a shelf down below:

    Of course that also meant re-imagining the scenes playing out among all these folks.  Here’s the new top shelf:

    And the new bottom:

    Let’s zoom in on the lower level, where chaos seems to be the theme.  Grampa is riding Santa’s Little Helper into battle against Snowball II. SLH has no idea what is happening:

    Fallout Boy brought a Buzz Cola to a beaker fight with Professor Frink:

    Two Maggies really have no idea what’s going on:

    “Eat bat, Willie!”
    “In Scotland, we call this a bat!”

    Krusty with an impressive, but probably unwise barehanded block of a plutonium rod. I have a feeling Burns is about to get pied:

    I hope for Wiggum’s sake that Lisa recently cleaned out the spit valve:

    Bart is just trying to shred on that halfpipe, but Bartman and his slingshot aren’t about to let that happen:

    Sing it with me now: “They fight, the bite…”

    That was intense.  Now, let’s focus our attention on the much more relaxed upper level, where Milhouse and Martin are discussing important issues of the day:

    Meanwhile, Homer is professing his love for Marge (probably after doing something dumb) and Patty and Selma seem less than impressed:

    Ralph Choo-Choo-Chooses Lisa.  She does not Choo-Choo-Choose him back:

    Ned mans the grill and mentions to Edna how their names are almost the same:

    While the boys check out Homer’s car, Dr. Hibbert commits what must surely be a HIPAA violation and shares Homer’s x-ray with the group.  Homer can’t believe it:

    And then there’s Hans Moleman.

    Poor Moleman.

    June 26, 2015 Simpsons Uncategorized
  • Sleep With The Lights On

    I would not sleep a wink in Gillian Flynn’s house.

    That was already the case after reading “Gone Girl” last year, but was further solidified with “Dark Places.”

    The story of Libby Day, a survivor of the night in which her mother and two sisters were killed, contains the same unsettling vibes, befuddling revelations and general creepiness at times as “Gone Girl” (though not enough to make it a better book).

    Flynn acknowledges in her note at the end of the book that perhaps what goes through her head is not quite the normal inner monologue.  She thanks her husband, saying, “What do I say to a man who knows how I think and still sleeps next to me with the lights off?”

    Has anyone checked on the husband in a while?  Are we sure he’s okay?

    As for the story, the normal experience with thrillers held true with this one with me flagging very little because I was so engrossed in what was happening.

    At one point, Libby describes going to first meet with Lyle, a super fan of her family’s murders who later brings her to a club where other murder super fans gather.

    “He stood up, pulled out one of the folding chairs, looked like he regretted the chivalry, and sat back down.  ‘Your hair’s blond.'”
    “‘Yup,’ I said.  I hate people who start conversations with facts — what are you supposed to do with that?”

    Does this happen to you?  I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve met someone who’s first words were, “You’re tall.”  I fight back the urge to act shocked and confused, as if they were revealing something I wasn’t actually aware of, but usually go with the Libby-like, “I know.”

    After working together on uncovering new details about the murders, for which her brother is in prison, Libby goes on a surprise trip to Oklahoma to visit her father.  Lyle tries to check in often while she’s gone, getting only her answering machine.

    “Lyle had left nine messages in the days I’d gone Oklahoma-incommunicado…”

    We need “Oklahoma-incommunicado” to become a mainstream saying.

    “Are you bringing your phone to dinner?”
    “Nah, gonna go Oklahoma-incommunicado.”

    “Why didn’t you tell me the game got delayed?”
    “Sorry, I was Oklahoma-incommunicado.”

    “My phone is about to die, ugh.”
    “Haaaate being Oklahoma-incommunicado.”

    “Be safe behind the wheel, go Oklahoma-incommunicado.”

    We can do this, people.

    June 26, 2015 books Uncategorized
  • Watch The Face

    Friday was nearly a very bad day for my face.  Twice.

    It began with an outing to Top Golf, which was perfectly safe for the portion where my friend Mike and I were swinging clubs at a high rate of speed.  But when we moved on to the putt putt portion of the day, things got a little more precarious.

    I’m not one to take the “easy” way on any form of golf course, believing instead that it’s more fun to sometimes try the crazy route.  So when I had a small lead and encountered a rock between me and the hole, I decided to attempt chipping over the obstacle.

    You may think that using a public putt putt course putter to do that is not ideal, and you would be right.  But this is America and we try things:

    I felt in the moment that the ball came pretty close to my face, but only after seeing the video did I realize how close:

    Later in the day I went to the Nats game.  Somewhere in the middle the folks who do the in-game entertainment spotted two empty seats just behind us and decided to use that area to stage a couple of fake Pirates fans for the mascot, Screech, to chase out.  My brother Pat suggested that since we would be in the foreground, he should fake punch me.  Naturally, this was a great idea.

    Unfortunately, the people who had tickets in those seats returned, and the fake Pirates fans moved about five rows up and across the aisle.  We were still in the background though, so he stood up, told me (in the blue shirt) to stand up, and went to throw his fake punch:

    Our photographer has profusely apologized for missing the key moment.  Apparently she thought it wasn’t recording, and hit the record button again…thus stopping it.  So you’ll just have to wonder if the punch landed.

    June 21, 2015 Uncategorized
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