Roofs

Here’s a magic trick. Take any time you’ve done any thing ever. Think intently about what you were doing. Visualize it in your head: Where you were, who you were with, etc. Here’s where the magic part happens. Now consider that exact same thing you were doing, except, this time you’re on a roof. Way better, right?

There’s actually no magic here. Hanging out on the roof is just a consistently sublime experience.

It’s hard for me to fathom why so few residences enable (much less encourage!) robust roof access. This seems to me to be the most consistently underutilized part of the house. I get that some places are cold. And for structural reasons it’s not great to have a flat roof in places where it snows frequently (usually, there’s a high correlation between these two). Though even still—you could totally pay the neighborhood kid $10 to shovel the snow off the roof like he would for your driveway.

You’re probably making money on the deal, anyway. Adding an extra bedroom to a house raises the property value by a couple thousand dollars. And that’s not even adding livable real estate—just rearranging some walls.

San Francisco doesn’t have a single decent rooftop bar near the water. Plenty of bars near the water, and plenty of roofs. Nobody thought to merge the two. And I mean, if St. Louis with its myriad of weather problems can figure out a rooftop bar, I can’t see why any complaints about the wind or the heat would have any weight here.

Moral of the story is this: When I design a house for myself down the road, the roof will be my 2nd* most prized and relished feature. Rooftopping it will be a hobby. I’ll have a staircase from the backyard that you can ascend like a normal human—no fire escapes, musky hatches, attic trespasses necessary. Maybe a grill, or a hammock, swimming pool…anything you can put in a backyard you can totally put on the roof. And rooftop parties, always.

(*Of course there’ll be the Idiots in a Box room in the basement. Either you know what I mean or you don’t.)

YouTube: The New Hallmark

Here’s a trick I use for birthdays.

YouTube search query for “Happy Birthday Zach” (due on 7/31)

YouTube search query for “Happy Birthday Ken” (due on 8/2)

This might feel a little weird at first. The people who make these videos are clearly not creating them with the intended Ken or Zach in mind. You might initially think that it’d take the recipients’ understanding that the videos are sent from a perverse mind like mine in order for the humor to be effective. Why do I want a birthday message from some complete strangers?

But…when you think about it, isn’t this the exact same experience that you achieve by sending a card from Hallmark? The message is still designed by, and intended for, complete strangers. Only now, because it’s the internet, you’ve got a much broader selection and greater opportunity to find something meaningful or downright hilarious.

By the way, Happy Birthday Zach! Happy Birthday, Dad! I love you guys.

Secret Menu: The Restaurant

For some reason, all my favorite ideas come from the realms of restaurants and airlines. The short of it: I must really, truly, innately desire to blow a whole boatload of money as soon as I’m nice and rich.

So here’s an awful idea and my latest obsession: I want to start a restaurant called Secret Menu.

I ate at In-n-Out Burger last week. It was positively divine. I’m a sucker for greasy junk like that, and a sucker for eating at landmark establishments. But perhaps the best part of the trip was ordering off of In-n-Out’s venerable secret menu.

…Their secret menu isn’t really a secret. Go hit up Google, you’ll find it all over. Hell. They itemize it on their own corporate website. So what? It still feels awesome being on the inside.

My idea kicks it up a notch. I cut out the chaff. My restaurant only has a secret menu.

When you’re seated, the waiters (assuming we have waiters; I haven’t the foggiest as to what type of food and ambiance we’ll be shooting for) will provide you a menu with everything blacked out like a World War II letter censored by Yossarian. Don’t know what you want to order? Sorry, we can’t help you.

Most of the menu items will be pretty reasonable fare. But the secret menu affords us an opportunity to do some stuff that’s a little more weird and fun. Like a steak place where you can order a Peanut Butter & Jelly. Maybe if you want the chicken, you’ll have to order a “Chicken Soup, hold the soup.” Maybe there’s a gag meal like liver & onions that comes out if you try to order from the secret menu but screw it up.

I think the foodie circles and blogosphere will probably try just about anything and go gaga over it if you make your concept stupid and quirky enough. What do you say?

Top 11: Now That’s What I Call Music CDs

[From the vault: Eleven Magazine, circa Spring 2009.]

Top 11: Now That’s What I Call Music CDs – By His Holiness, Josh.

You saw these commercials all the time on TV:  “Dive into summer with the new Now That’s What I Call Music! Featuring all of your favorite tracks like ‘We didn’t talk on AIM today and it makes me feel neeeeeeh’ by Whiny Emo Boy, and ‘I took a Dump on the Radio’ by Diarrhea Express Train Cart #6.  But I was curious to see if there might be any remotely redeeming quality to be found here.  So this time around, we’re going to look at the Top 11 Now, That’s What I Call Music albums.  Brace yourselves.

11. Now, That’s What I Call Music: Volume 28 – Released this year, featuring “Pocket Full of Sunshine,” “Sexy Can I?” Britney, Metro Station, Jordin Sparks, Daughtry, and Fall Out Boy. More simply, featuring every obnoxious song you hear on the radio today.  It’s probably the heaviest artillery that XM and Sirius could use to convince people to buy a satellite receiver.  Which is why it made the list.

10. Now, That’s What I Call Music: Volume 5 – Definitely the best of the bunch on the metric of having the greatest number of obscure “man, was that really a band or was my grade school slipping hallucinogens in the chocolate milk cartons” tracks.  Like Aaron Carter, 98 Degrees, Sisqo, BBMak, Mandy Moore, and Destiny’s Child.  Yeesh.

9. Now, That’s What I Call Music: #1’s! – They actually managed to sell some copies of a compilation disc made up of the best songs from the rest of their compilation discs.  I don’t know what’s most impressive:  That marketers were able to convince people to actually buy bottled water, or that they convinced people to actually buy this.  I want to meet the serial NOW buyer who had to add this to his/her/its collection.  Sadly, those kinds of places don’t normally allow for visiting hours.

8. Now, That’s What I Call Classic Rock – “Barracuda,” “More Than a Feeling,” “Carry on my Wayward Son,” “Surrender,” “Rock and Roll all Night”. In other words, it’s like buying Guitar Hero without, you know, the whole game thing.  But I bet you there’s a hungover fratboy out there somewhere whose ears just perked up.

7. Now, That’s What I Call Music: Volume 44 (UK) – The best-selling compilation album of all-time.  It has freaking everybody who’s anybody as far as you could tell from the world of casual music listeners who know nobody – Britney, Enrique, The Boys Backstreet and Venga, Diana Ross and Tina Turner, Bob Marley (somehow?) and Lou Bega, Jamiroquai, and one of the Spice Girls.   Damn.

6. Now, That’s What I Call Music: Volume 70 (UK) – For those uninitiated, the NOW series actually goes up to 70, with the 71st coming this November in the UK.  It’s got a couple of acts from this past year’s Lollapalooza, like Kanye West, Duffy, and The Ting Tings, which ought to make the album passable.  But the phrase “beating a dead horse” comes to mind.

5. Now, That’s What I Call Christmas – The best holiday gift to get someone you absolutely freaking can’t stand.  Hours of Christmas music that nobody wants to listen to, mass-marketed and splooged over with Christmas-ey lingo and snowflakes and crap.  It’ll feel great to buy for now, but oh are you on the naughty list for next year.

4. Now, That’s What I Call 25 Years – As a never-before-even-remotely-considered-purchase NOW customer, I’m probably the most legitimately excited about this compilation.  It’s a 3-disc behemoth, but I like that it has a number of classics like Michael Jackson, Queen, and The Police to go along with a bunch of future classics like OutKast, Gnarls Barkley, and Timbaland (I guess you could call them that?).  If my computer died and I didn’t have my hard drive and I didn’t have any friends and I didn’t feel the impulse to steal gratuitiously and I didn’t feel compelled to listen to entire albums instead of one song blips and just the other day I went to my dentist for a routine checkup but ended up lobotomized in a freak accident with the Benny Hill music playing in the background, then I’d still not really consider this.

3. Now, That’s What I Call Music: Volume 69 (UK) – You know, I didn’t even check the track list.  I just think it’s safe to assume that this is a funny album.

2. Now, That’s What I Call Music: Volume 1 – Nothing like an original.  I also would probably enthusiastically support any other album that featured Harvey Danger’s “Flagpole Sitta” and John Wozniak’s “Sex & Candy”.  Just not the one with “MMMBop” and “Barbie Girl” each a few tracks later.

1. Now, That’s What I Call Music: Volume 11 – It wouldn’t take a genius to arbitrarily decide that the NOW album marked with our namesake would be the best one.  11 does have a couple of solid tracks on it, like Nelly’s “Hot in Herre” and Shakira’s “Objection (Tango)”.  Still doesn’t make the disc (or any of the ones we’ve mentioned, for that matter) worth any of your 10 easy payments of $2.99, though.

Airplane Seat Probability

The probability of getting a nice seat on the airplane, based on which letter you’re assigned.

Airplane Row Layout Options:

A || BC

AB || CD

ABC || DEF

AB || CDE || FG

AB || CDEF || GH

ABC || DEFG || HIJ

Assuming an even distribution of plane sizes. And maybe it’s just me, but I’m way more into window seats than aisle seats. Here’s how I’m scoring it: 100 points for a window, 30 points for an aisle, and 0 for a middle.

Results:

  1. A: 100% odds of window seat, with a 17% chance of a dual window+aisle seat. Final Score: 105 / 100.
  2. J: All aisle, all the time. 100/100.
  3. H: 50% odds of window, 50% aisle. 65/100.
  4. G: Always a good seat, like H, but worse odds of a window. 53.3/100.
  5. C: Amazingly, C is guaranteed a good seat through all six major plane width configurations. Too bad they’re mostly aisle. 41.7/100.
  6. F: Feeling lucky? More likely than C to end up in a sweet window seat…but you could also get stuck in a crummy middle. 40/100.
  7. D: There’s one window seat left, but you’re probably getting stuck in a middle. 32/100.
  8. B: No hope left of a window seat. 20/100.
  9. E: Not looking good…7.5/100.
  10. I: 0/100. Fuck I.

Do note, again, I’m way more into windows. Maybe aisles are more of your thing, in which case the relative values of H, G, and C rise precipitously and D’s rank drops a bit.

This is a totally ridiculous thing to have ironed out mathematically.

What I Learned at Harvard Business School: Part II

Save yourself the fifty million tuition dollars. Here’s everything I learned through one semester at Harvard Business School, summarized in concise, easy-to-read blog format.

FINANCIAL REPORTING & CONTROL (ACCOUNTING)

1. Accounting is the language of business. It’s important to understand how to speak it.

In theory, you can get a pretty good idea on the health of any business by looking at three things: A) an Income Statement, B) a Balance Sheet, and C) a Statement of Cash Flows. Respectively, these three things explain A) how much money comes in and out of a business over a period of time, B) how many assets a business holds at a point in time (and also, what the business owes others), and C) how cash, the most important asset, moves in and out over a period.

There are plenty of intricacies in creating and finely analyzing these three documents. For starters, there are really only two rules to follow: 1) More Cash/Income/Profit/whatever is GOOD, and 2) the equation Assets = Liabilities + Equity is sacred…don’t mess with it.

Not surprisingly, many line items in accounting are subject to the same faults and biases that I covered in Part I. So, be prepared to deal with that.

2) Everybody is going to act in their own best interest, no matter what guidelines and incentives you set. Somebody is bound to find a loophole in your system and break the rules—assuming they haven’t, already.

Why did Lehman Brothers go out of business? Why did Bernie Madoff end up in jail? Why did Enron collapse? Why did the subprime mortgage crisis occur? They fundamentally all had the same source problem: Somebody figured out a way to beat the accounting system to make it look like their company/asset was worth way more than it actually was.

No system will ever be perfect. It’s a numerical problem. Figure there are a dozen people who sit and make the rules…and millions of accountants in billions of situations who are looking to beat the system. There’s no way the handful of rule makers will ever cover everything.

This hardly just applies to business. When the MLB brass made the personal health rules twenty years ago, all it took was one player out of thousands to figure out that human growth hormone was an effective way to pad your stats without explicitly breaking a rule (or at least, without having a high chance of getting caught). Competitive play in the last generation of Super Smash Bros revolves around a technique called wavedashing—essentially, an abuse of the game’s physics engine that allows players to move their characters faster and less predictably.

Ultimately: when creating a rules system, never expect perfection, and always expect someone to take advantage.

3. Have a deep, innate understanding of when you’ve crossed the line.

On the other side of the coin: if what you’re doing feels wrong, it probably is. If you’re not comfortable talking about it, there’s probably a reason. Etc. Rules are going to be broken by individuals and by entire firms. Either way, if you get caught you get to go to jail.

The Milgram Experiment sheds light on how difficult it is to stop reprehensible behavior once it’s onset. Know where the line is, and be smart enough to stop yourself before you cross it.