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  • Two Mate Oh

    I hate tomatoes. That is, I hate fresh tomatoes.

    Give me anything derived from them–ketchup, pasta sauce–and I have no issues. I can even be down with tomatoes cooked on a pizza.

    I understand this is a bit of a dichotomy, but I assure you it is not unique in my dietary preferences. I also love peanut butter, but hate most of its uses outside of sandwiches. Don’t even get me started on the chocolate-peanut butter combination.

    For some strange reason I recently decided to address this issue. Well, at least the tomato part. I don’t think I’ll get to the point where I’m tossing cherry tomatoes in my mouth, but I can delete “no tomato” from my sandwich orders. In fact, I have already consumed such a sandwich twice this week. In one case, at Quizno’s, I even tried to get extra tomatoes (not realizing they had already put them on the sandwich, I asked for tomatoes).

    I haven’t died yet, so I guess there will be some more tomatoes in my future.

    February 27, 2010 food Uncategorized
  • Firing Up the Flux Capacitor

    After a brief hiatus, I have found my way back to the keyboard. I hope you didn’t miss me too much.

    At least I had good reasons for being away, most notably a long weekend in my former home of Jacksonville, Fla.

    I was there to run the half marathon of the 26.2 with Donna, which was my first run of more than six miles since mid-November. Given the results, maybe not training for events is a decent idea.

    A year ago I trained all winter for a half marathon in Washington, D.C., and finished in 1:49:45. This winter I spent most of my time in a recliner thanks to a stress fracture in my foot, ran for only five weeks before the race and finished in 1:50:46. Of course I also ran the same distance in November after a ton of training and went 1:43:06, so maybe there’s something to be said for preparation.

    But outside of the race, it was kind of surreal being back in that city. I left in October 2008 to return to the D.C. area. Driving on the same streets and spending an evening at my old workplace felt like taking a vacation back in time to my former life. Even the race featured a portion of running on the beach ending at a pier that I used dozens of times as the finish line for runs when I lived there.

    My job back then entailed working overnight shifts on the weekends, so after the 11 p.m. news was over I had to watch every single soul in the station leave at once. It got quiet in there real fast. But last weekend I was able to be a part of the exodus for the first time, and that was a rather nice change. I certainly don’t miss that portion of The Weekend Morning Show life.

    Of course it was nice to leave a place with two feet of snow on the ground for weather in the 60s with bright sunshine. It’s a heck of a lot more enjoyable to run on pavement than on packed snow and ice.

    The run wasn’t all gravy though. In the seventh mile the course goes through Jacksonville Beach, on a street right next to a bunch of shops and restaurants. I spent a lot of time in this area on my days off — down to the beach to read for a while and often taking a break for some pizza at Happy Stephanos. The good thing about sightseeing during a half marathon is that you have time to process the things around you. In this case, it was noticing that Happy Stephanos no longer exists. Crying shame.

    I also feel the need to mark the end of the line for the Saucony Grid Triumph. They were on my feet since July I believe, playing an integral role in setting big personal bests in the half marathon (noted above) and 5K (20:24). Of course that 5K was done after suffering the stress fracture in these shoes, so maybe they shouldn’t get too much honor here. Back to the Nike Structure Triax starting tomorrow.

    February 25, 2010 running travel Uncategorized
  • Hot Dogs in Hamburger Buns

    In an area where four inches of snow creates major problems, it’s never good to have a storm that drops more than two feet of the cold white stuff.

    That’s what leads to people eating hot dogs in hamburger buns.

    On Super Bowl Sunday I was sitting in the living room with one of my roommates where we lamented on our lack of football worthy foods. Being the daring young men we are, we threw caution to the snowy wind and ventured to the grocery store.

    A minute into our trip it was clear we probably should have stayed home. But we were on an important mission, and thus summoned our will to keep going.

    We arrived at the grocery store to find most of our needs easily attainable. The only aisle with glaring problems was the bread section. Having both picked out some hot dogs, we were in need of some buns. Curiously though, hot dogs buns appeared to be the only bread product that everyone before us absolutely had to have.

    And thus we had to go with the next best option, cutting up the hot dogs and putting them on hamburger buns.

    We also picked up a tube of cookie dough and some ice cream to create what may be one of the finest culinary concoctions in the history of the universe. Cut the cookie dough roll into two or three pieces, creating a few giant cookies. Give them a minute to rest and dump each one into a bowl. A few scoops of ice cream on top gives you this masterpiece:

    It is a delightful bowl of hot/cold pure sugar action sure to be enjoyed by anyone in its presence.

    February 11, 2010 food hot dogs Uncategorized
  • Snow-ly Cow

    It was only a few days ago that I declared the death of the snow fort.

    But as quickly as Mother Nature taketh, Mother Nature gives right back. This weekend we got hit with quite a dumping of snow — at this writing about 20 inches with another five or so possibly on the way.

    So of course, I had to put in a few minutes of effort to construct Snow Fort 2.0. Basically it takes the original structure and utilizes our remaining patio furniture to create behemoth ready for some snow. Before the storm:

    The little shack at the end is where the patio furniture usually resides, but in its now-empty state serves as a nice place to put a chair for some fort relaxation.

    And then the snow fell. And fell. And fell. Here’s how it looked from the outside after about 20 inches:

    The view from sitting in the chair inside the fort:

    The forecast is calling for more potential snow in a few days. This fort may be around until July.

    February 6, 2010 Uncategorized
  • So Long, Tai Shan

    The most famous 4-year-old in Washington is leaving town, hopping a direct flight to a new life in Beijing.

    Tai Shan created quite a stir when he was born. After years of false hope, it seemed like the National Zoo’s resident pandas would never conceive a cub.

    And then Tai Shan happened, and the zoo was overwhelmed with visitors trying to catch a glimpse of the the little ball of fur.

    As a graduate student I was able to do a story on Tai Shan for our television station. It was probably the easiest story I did the entire semester, thanks to really helpful public affairs people at the zoo.

    You’ll see one of them interviewed in the story, I believe her name is Sarah Taylor, but can’t be 100 percent because this version doesn’t have any graphics. Actually, I bet I can use the Internet to find out. Hold please…

    Yes, Sarah Taylor. She not only ushered us into the panda area (past crowds of people who had to wait in line with tickets) but also gave me some tapes of great footage to use. Tai Shan was really, really lazy the day we were there, so it was pretty key to be able to get those tapes.

    It was also slightly cold, which is pretty evident in my standup. But at least doing a story at the zoo meant I didn’t have to wear a tie.

    So here it is, the story from February 2006:

    February 3, 2010 Uncategorized
  • Nationwide Bearhouse!!!

    Six days without a post? How did you possibly survive? Trust that I was slightly busy with some important stuff.

    Now I’m back to confirm that my brother has been a dork for a really long time, and I was an entertaining 12-year-old.

    Both pieces of information come to us thanks to an audio file created during a trip to Staunton, Va., in what I believe was the summer of 1996. We were heading there to play in a baseball tournament, which seemed to be a frequent destination for us during that period of my life. I think we made four trips to the tiny town in three years.

    It’s about a three-hour drive, and despite its relatively nice scenery along I-81, it can get a bit boring. Joining me in the car for this journey were my brother Ben, teammate Corey, Corey’s mom and my mom behind the wheel.

    I brought a little tape recorder, which the boys used to document the trip. The tape has everything, including music from the band Seven Mary Three, a little ditty from the Game Gear game Winter Olympics, a fake commercial for “Nationwide Bearhouse,” discussion of an imaginary ape and some high quality storytelling.

    You’ll hear Corey first, I chime in for a second before he continues with his log of things that are happening, and then I get the fun going again with something about pressing a button.

    Enjoy.

  • Don’t Blink

    How much can you learn about something or someone in the blink of an eye?

    According to Malcolm Gladwell’s “Blink,” the answer is far more than you would ever think. I’ll do my best to avoid rhyming for the rest of this post, but no promises.

    Gladwell writes about many different studies and situation in which people rely on their first impression. The result is that a lot of times it appears that your first inkling, that very first feeling you get when you look at someone, can often be right.

    One of his examples is a study of teacher effectiveness. Researchers compared evaluations from students after a semester of class with people who only saw short clips of the same teacher. Those short clips were just 10 seconds long, then cut to five and eventually two seconds — all without sound. In the end, those evaluating the teacher based on a two second clip without sound came up with virtually the same results as those who took an entire semester course.

    It is that kind of first impression that can be very useful in helping us move through our lives. If something feels wrong, there’s a good chance there is a problem. What Gladwell says is that in many of those experiences you don’t can’t express why you feel the way you do because that information is buried in your subconscious.

    Sometimes it takes time for the active part of your brain to catch up and be able to make sense of what your body instinctively already figured out.

    Another extension of that thought is the idea of “priming,” which involves cueing someone to an action without them realizing they are being affected in that way.

    One study Gladwell brings up here involves subjects who have to walk down a long hallway to reach a testing room. There they are giving sets of five words — three of which can be put together to make a simple sentence. They are asked to do so as quickly as possible. What they don’t know is that one word in each group are designed to make them feel old (Florida, gray, lonely). Then they compare how quickly the subjects walk down the hallway afterwards, and found they walk much more slowly.

    The implications of priming could have some of the most practical value of the things Gladwell brings up in the book. He also writes about a study similar to one I read a few years ago in which minority students were asked to list their race before taking a test, with a control group taking the test without the classification.

    The outcomes of these tests have all shown that when students are asked to list their race, they tend to perform as a stereotypical student of that race. Black students score much lower overall, Asian students score higher on math, etc. Those in the control groups don’t show those changes in performance, which are dramatic differences.

    Gladwell writes that this book is much less of a call-to-action type of read than his first. I wrote about “The Tipping Point” last year, which breaks down society into different groups of people needed to take an idea/product/etc. from slow adoption to prevalence in our society.

    If we are to give attention to one idea in “Blink” it has to be the effects of priming. Standardized tests exist for the purpose of comparing a large set of students on what is supposed to be an equal playing field. But there exist very real implications if we have priming questions that so grossly distort the performance of many test-takers.

    One of the reasons there are boxes for race on national tests are to collect the data necessary to evaluate how scores change over time within and among certain groups. Take away those questions, and we lose the data. But with so many studies showing that those boxes can have such an adverse effect on the outcomes of the test, do we need to continue collecting what we know is compromised data?

    “Blink” also opens a Pandora’s box of feeling manipulated by corporate America. As I begin to catch up with the rest of the world on the show “Mad Men,” there are lots of parallels about how seemingly simple things have a huge effect on how a product sells. Change a bottle, the color of the shirt the mascot is wearing on the label, and you have a chunk of market share.

    Gladwell talks about the Pepsi Challenge, in which soda drinkers were blindfolded and given sips of Pepsi and Coke and asked to pick which one they prefer. The result was a big win for Pepsi, as far as the Challenge went. When it came to sales, Pepsi still lagged. Gladwell interviewed a former Pepsi executive who said that type of sip test brings a “blink” judgment, one that will always be won by the sweeter product. Over time, however, tests in which people have the product in their home for a week or a month are far more effective in determining future sales.

    If you’re interested in how our judgment can help make decisions before our brains even know what’s going on, definitely dive into this one. I don’t think you can go wrong with Gladwell’s style and the interesting ways he looks at the way we react to our world. That said, if you’re new to Gladwell I think “The Tipping Point” is about 1 percent better.

    January 27, 2010 books Uncategorized
  • How Do You Solve a Problem Like Sasha?

    Today I found out that the little I know about women’s figure skating is far more than I would like.

    A conversation started innocently enough, with discussion of Brett Favre and the idea that it is sad he can’t end his career on the highest note. I said maybe we shouldn’t feel so bad about a guy who has millions of dollars and has already won a Super Bowl title.

    Then I made the mistake of trying to argue by extension, asking if the other party felt the same way about Sasha Cohen not going out on top.

    When the other person, a female, didn’t know anything about Sasha Cohen I naturally had to drop some knowledge. That led to the following facts coming out of my brain:

    -Sasha Cohen was the silver medalist at the 2006 Olympics
    -She ended up with silver after holding a big lead heading into her final skate, in which she fell
    -Tara Lipinski won a gold medal in figure skating at age 14 (I looked this up, it’s 15)
    -At age 25, Cohen was attempting a comeback and fell again at last weekend’s U.S. Championships
    -People were referring to her as a “grandmother” in a sport populated by teenagers

    I promised that knowledge did not make me as into figure skating as it sounds, but I don’t think the other party was convinced. But whatever. Sasha Cohen, like my friend Eli Manning, is unstoppable.

    On a related note, how much are you allowed to enjoy seeing skaters wipe out on jumps? I had the aforementioned U.S. Championships on while I was reading and found it quite entertaining to watch someone go down. Once they fall, the rest of the routine is like watching a baby deer wobble around. And usually that leads to a second fall.

    Speaking of cold things, the snow fort is officially dead. This morning I looked outside to find this:

    You can see a little, tiny sliver of white in the leaf pile on the right. That is all the snow that remained. Unfortunately it rained some more and was pretty warm today, melting away the final piece of the greatest snow fort that ever was.

    I first posted about the fort more than a month ago, with a full 38 days passing between the first snowflakes and today’s final melting.

    R.I.P. Snow Fort.

    January 25, 2010 Olympics snow Uncategorized
  • By the Numbers

    I know I have mentioned it before, but I am a big fan of “This American Life.”

    But sometimes the stories can bring things up that are, well, a little sad. After last week’s episode, a guy I went to college with tweeted, “this week’s This American Life is pretty depressing.”

    The episode is titled “Somewhere Out There” and can be found on their site. Specifically he was talking about the first and last stories.

    The first involved one of the correspondents talking about a time when he was at Harvard and along with some classmates calculated their odds of getting girlfriends.

    They used something called the Drake Equation, in which you take characteristics of subsets of the population and by applying their percentage in that population you end up with a small group that has all of those qualities. In this case they started with the population of Boston, kept just the females, those within a certain age range, those with a certain level of education and of course those who were single.

    The result was a depressingly small number that did not make them feel very good about their prospects.

    So of course I did some research on my local population to see how things shake out. In the name of not being too restrictive, I started with my entire county. Fairfax County, Va., has a total population of about 1 million people. Of that, there are about 34,000 females between the ages of 25-29.

    That number drops even more quickly by applying just two basic characteristics–the need for them to be single and be a college graduate. According to census statistics, about 46 percent of females in that age range are single. That drops eligible number to 15,460.

    I live in an area with a high level of education, with about 62 percent of females in that age range having college degrees. That cuts the pool to 9,696.

    The only other obvious requirement from the census data I found was the ability to speak English (since that’s what I speak). But the data shows a negligible percentage of residents who don’t speak English well.

    I couldn’t find anything on percentage of females in that age range who are not crazy, or those who like Taco Bell. But I’m guessing that second group will certainly cut down the 9,696 significantly.

    You might be saying, nearly 10,000 people is a pretttty big pool. However, that is before you factor in anything like physical appearance, personality and of course the narrowing equation from their end as well. If I had to estimate, I think that brings the original 34,000 down to about 7. Hard to say.

  • Skillz to Pay the Billz

    The blog recently underwent a major technology upgrade.

    Most of the posts of late had been made using a laptop made in roughly 2002, one that did not have wireless Internet or enough power to competently stream a YouTube video.

    The new addition takes care of those problems plus adds a few more exciting tools, such as a webcam. And what fun is new technology if you can’t put it to work?

    So I give you the maiden voyage of the webcam here on the cjhannas blog:

    I must say it was strange watching myself do that. I have seen a bunch of videos of people solving a Rubik’s Cube before, but I found it strangely mesmerizing to see myself flipping all those colors around.

    For a look at how I learned this incredibly useful skill, check out this post from the archives.

    January 23, 2010 Rubik's cube Uncategorized video
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