Wednesday, September 27, 2006

It has started!

Monday during the moonless night, the head witch vowed never to sleep again until all descendents of medieval witch hunters were behind bars. Logically starting with the descendants of Matthew Hopkins (for readers from low context cultures, read foreigners), the head which decided to add at least one person to the FBI list of most wanted individuals. Probably mistaking me for Warren Steed Jeffs, the head witch determined that a sexy francophone accent must be equivalent to sex offender. Who will stop the coven before it is too late?

For those who do not know what I am talking about, ask Tara about her nightmares that involve me, the FBI and a 1960's levitating almond colored computer.

Friday, September 22, 2006

state of fatigue

This video accurately represents my present state, at three days of the Operations Management exam.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Senate Street Spy Exclusive!

The SSS (Senate Street Spy) exposes the secret behind the best dressed man of IMBA - Alexandre Mandy
Mind you, it is not easy to keep up with that reputation. To make sure the process of dressing is in control; Samantha Gennings consultant to Alexandre Mandy; focuses on the following competitive capabilities: Top quality clothes, development (dressing) speed and customization. A four step systematic approach is used:

1. Identify the problem. (oops, I mean opportunity)
"Don't just stand there, let's get to it
Strike a pose, there's nothing to it"

2. Document process
Behind every well dressed man is -
A woman
(of course!)

3. Evaluate Performance
And now the cuff links for the final touch..., please do notice that the cuff links are black and that it matches with the trousers. Navy blue is not good enough.

4. The results
And voilà, The debonair Mandy is all set for another day of work!

Watch out for the SSS. They could be in your house next!!!

Monday, September 11, 2006

Behind the Scenes with Team 10

For our Global Entrepreneurship class, we all had to come up with a business plan that we would pitch to our fellow students in the program, who, in turn would rate us in a small competition where the winner will receive $500.
I was lucky to be in team 10, the greatest team in the program. After having the best idea for our project: a recording and video studio located in malls across the US, where people can show up and create their own songs from scratch. U-Record, as we named our project company, would be there to make individuals' dreams come true. To entice our fellow cohorts to our product, Shaun had the idea to make a little video featuring every one's favorite classmates! Even though Vangie promised to kill me if I did , I will show you a couple of exclusive behind the scenes pictures of the now world famous Moore IMBA Playa from the Himalayas video. Here is a post by the playa himself!

September 11 hack at MIT

My brother who studies at MIT sent me an SMS earlier today informing me that there was a fire truck on the MIT dome.

Now for those of you who don't know, the dome at MIT is often victim of student pranks (called hacks at MIT) . A couple of years ago, it was transformed into R2D2 and it famously had a fake police car on top of it.

In 2006, hacks seem to have abounded, starting with the Torino Olympic medal hack and culminating with the ingenuous "relocation" of the Caltech Cannon from California to Massachusetts .

I am waiting for the day when there will be a huge cockroach on the dome of the Capstone Building here at USC. In the meantime, keep checking the IHTFP website for updates on the hacks at MIT.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

...and a DA joke...better late than never...

"The tree of life is self-pruning..."

Since no one has posted in a while, and Dan and I were talking about Darwin Awards today, I thought I'd put my favorite one on here cause it's f-ing funny.

The Bricklayer, 1998 Honorable Mention ('cause he didn't die)

Accident Report
This one needs an introduction, so you won't be lost at the beginning. This man was in an accident at work, so he filled out an insurance claim. The insurance company contacted him and asked for more information. This was his response:
"I am writing in response to your request for additional information, for block number 3 of the accident reporting form. I put 'poor planning' as the cause of my accident. You said in your letter that I should explain more fully and I trust the following detail will be sufficient. I am an amateur radio operator and on the day of the accident, I was working alone on the top section of my new 80-foot tower. When I had completed my work, I discovered that I had, over the course of several trips up the tower, brought up about 300 pounds of tools and spare hardware. Rather than carry the now unneeded tools and material down by hand, I decided to lower the items down in a small barrel by using the pulley attached to the gin pole at the top of the tower. Securing the rope at ground level, I went to the top of the tower and loaded the tools and material into the barrel. Then I went back to the ground and untied the rope, holding it tightly to ensure a slow decent of the 300 pounds of tools."
"You will note in block number 11 of the accident reporting form that I weigh only 155 pounds. Due to my surprise of being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rather rapid rate of speed up the side of the tower. In the vicinity of the 40-foot level, I met the barrel coming down. This explains my fractured skull and broken collarbone. Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley. Fortunately, by this time, I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold onto the rope in spite of my pain. At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of tools hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel."
"Devoid of the weight of the tools, the barrel now weighed approximately 20 pounds. I refer you again to my weight in block number 11. As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the tower. In the vicinity of the 40-foot level, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, and the lacerations of my legs and lower body. The encounter with the barrel slowed me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell onto the pile of tools and, fortunately, only three vertebrae were cracked. I am sorry to report, however, that as I lay there on the tools, in pain, unable to stand and watching the empty barrel 80 feet above me, I again lost my presence of mind. I let go of the rope..."