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Julio 10, 2006

reconsidering the cattle call

Southwest Airlines is thinking of modifying its current "cattle call" method of airplane boarding. Though it turns out that the first-come-first-serve approach to seat assignment is not without its economic principles. Hear the story from Marketplace here.

Julio 07, 2006

some words for the road

On my very first "official" day of graduate school, I woke up in the morning to my alarm clock, which was set on Pittsburgh's independent radio station, WYEP. And I heard this deep-throated voice belting out something like "Whaaaaat is it that makes me just a little bit crazy?" Which I thought was an interesting prelude for the academic career that awaited me. Turns out, I was wrong in my interpretation of that first line. He really said, "Whaaat is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?" Queasy, crazy, whatever. After wondering for two years about the origin of that song, I have found it: "Afternoons and Coffeespoons" by the Crash Test Dummies, a band which takes me back to the mid-nineties and my obsessive MTV-viewing during junior high.

Anyways, given the title, it seemed appropriate that I post the lyrics on my Eliot-themed blog:

What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?
There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy
I've had my lungs checked out with X rays
I've smelled the hospital hallways

Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime

Times when the day is like a play by Sartre
When it seems a bookburning's in perfect order -
I gave the doctor my description
I tried to stick to my prescriptions

Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime

Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot

Maybe if I could do a play-by-playback
I could change the test results that I will get back
I've watched the summer evenings pass by
I've heard the rattle in my bronchi ...

Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime

Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot

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