The Effect of Affect and Trad Miscellany

Still being held prisoner of war in Indianapolis. I quick jaunt to Horsham Pa tonight and I’m then on the cusp of an LFG weekend.

This year Valentines was just another day for me…especially given that I spent a romantic evening at the Sheraton in Indianapolis. But I did receive a nice bit of neckwear from my wingman up in Boston. Giuseppe from An Affordable Wardrobe sent me this talisman in hopes that someone would have me. I haven’t had it off since it arrived. I’ve even showered in it.

Last weekend was a non-LFG one for me but I was blessed to have her on Sunday night. We had a final round of Science Project work to do. We both agreed that next year, we’ll choose a project that doesn’t involve recruiting subjects and segmenting cohort subgroups etc. Thank God that p-values and confidence intervals weren’t part of the rigor or I’d a choked on my snuff ages ago. She’s in the fifth grade for crying out loud. I remain pissed that they’ve banned the no-brainer science projects including my all time fave volcano with baking soda and vinegar. And by the way, LFG and I had a really good discussion about Effect vs. Affect so before you bombard me with emails please realize that her mock up banner/title will be changed before she submits her project on the 24^th.

LFG thought that I would enjoy a nice little mug for Valentines. She didn't quite understand why I laughed so much when I opened her thoughtful little gift.

And of course she had a little flurry of goodies from me when she woke on Monday morning. She’s a writer.

Ahhh…Indiana…the land without drama. If this doesn’t flatten your affect nothing will. (God, I’m grateful for the billables. Really, I am)

Off to school and then I'm off to Indy.

I have seven thousand pairs of socks at home. Crazy I know, but I even have solid color ones that I wear when with clients. Onliest thing about this week is that I forgot to pack them. Ever had to go buy something while travelling and damning every moment of it because you had scores of the missing item back home? I paid thirty five pounds for a pair of shorts at a Gap in Kensington one June day in 1995. Who’da known England was going to have a heat wave. Khaki shorts. Nope, never had any of those before and certainly none were back at home in the States.

Why in the world there’s a Saks in Indianapolis…attached to this Sheraton is beyond me. But there is. And they have gray socks. And now I have more gray socks.

Easy enough…I mope over to Saks and grab a few pairs of gray over the calf socks. But then I spied the two-thirds off clearance rack. Fuzzy in Indianapolis? No wonder these babies were two-thirds off. Fuzzy in Indianapolis…seems like a good title for a love story…about a hirsute endocrinologist and her midget paramour with extra thumbs…I’m thinking the midget from the movie Elf…the children’s book author. Shut up. Shut up. I’m in Indiana.

Three seventy five for a buck and a quarter. Fuzzy is as fuzzy does.

Onward. From Indy. Kinda Blue. Butcept in a fuzzy suede kinda way.


ADG II