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Think big

If you’re think­ing any­way, think big

From What Logos Do and How They Do It

Like, embarrassing.

I have respect for broad­sheet journ­al­ists because they haven’t suc­cumbed to degrad­ing them­selves, to writ­ing pidgin Eng­lish with all these ter­rible col­lo­qui­al­isms, the phras­ing of which is just, like, embarrassing.

- Peaches Gel­dof

Me love cookies

Me love cook­ies. Me tend to get out of con­trol when me see cook­ies. Me know it not nat­ural to react so strongly to cook­ies, but me have weak­ness. Me know me do wrong. Me know it isn’t nor­mal. Me see dis­ap­prov­ing looks. Me see stares. Me hurt inside.

Cookie Mon­ster searches deep within him­self and asks: is me really monster?

(Some­what unre­lated, but me really want to write whole Stat­ist­ics assign­ment in style of Cookie Mon­ster now: “Me run ana­lysis. Me look at graph and say sample not nor­mal. Me know it because of skew. Me hurt inside.”)

I have an innie

You only have to look at Michael Jack­son to real­ise it’s prob­ably best to live with what you’ve got.

Who doesn’t have a belly button?

Please remove the poo from your fingers

In the toi­lets of a ser­vice sta­tion Dr Val Curtis is waging a one-woman war on dirty hands that spread dis­ease:

Curtis, the dir­ector of the Hygiene Centre at the Uni­ver­sity of Lon­don, a co-founder of the Global Part­ner­ship for Hand­wash­ing with Soap, and all-round hand-washing afi­cion­ado, has not col­lated the final res­ults yet. But even the most dis­gust­ing elec­tronic mes­sage she could think of, “Soap it off or eat it later”, has failed to eli­cit a scrum for the soap. “I think what we need to do next is put up a poster with a big photo of poo on it,” she sighs.

Just in case any­one needed any fur­ther encour­age­ment (!) to wash their hands:

Absentee num­bers have plummeted at one school, George Watson’s Col­lege, in Edin­burgh after it intro­duced man­dat­ory hospital-style hand­wash­ing for all its pupils in January.

I do have to admit to hav­ing pre­vi­ously thought that the com­puter labs at uni could do with a decon­tam­in­a­tion cham­ber at the door. I’m not bothered by dirt in the slight­est, but germs are another mat­ter alto­gether given my com­plete lack of any­thing approach­ing a func­tion­ing immune sys­tem, and you only need to look at the state of the mon­it­ors to deduce the state of the key­boards. Maybe I’ll just bor­row that poo poster…

Outliers may well be excellent, but they still skew your results

This idea — that excel­lence at a com­plex task requires a crit­ical, min­imum level of prac­tice — sur­faces again and again in stud­ies of expert­ise. In fact, research­ers have settled on what they believe is a magic num­ber for true expert­ise: 10,000 hours.

This extract from Mal­colm Gladwell’s next book, Out­liers invest­ig­ates what it takes to become the best. In short, it appears to be tal­ent, drive, time, prac­tice — and a massive amount of luck.

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