Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Book Review: Malcolm Gladwell's - What the Dog Saw

 
Malcolm Gladwell is a brilliant writer.  This book is a collection of his favorite stories he wrote over the years as a staff writer at The New Yorker
 
Some back story on my love for Malcolm:  My sister, Colette, told me a few years back that she had just read a book she knew I would love.  A few months later the book was in my hands and devoured.  She always just knows me so perfectly.  Eventually, I read several books by Malcolm: Outliers, Tipping Point, and Blink.  He is such an intriguing writer that he takes the world as you know it, shakes it up a bit, and things never quite go back the way they were. And it's better that way. 
 
Then, one day, I found myself in Kansas City waiting for my friend, Paige, to finish her job interview.  While waiting, I turned to the office magazines for entertainment.  There was an article with a graphic of all of my favorite writers in progression, but there was a new one.  A brilliant and handsome young professor had looked at Malcolm's book, Tipping Point, researched it via experiments, and found much of it was only partially right.  The article went on and on about how brilliantly smart he was.  I got online and ordered the book before the interview was finished, and then waited eagerly for its arrival when I returned home.  (This is significant only because I am not an impulse shopper of any kind.)
 
The book was:
 
Contagious : Why Things Catch On,9781451686579
 
The book was completely read within hours of arrival.  It made a lot of interesting points.  I learned a lot of new things.  But I found myself disappointed.  Let's just say that I didn't put the book down feeling inspired, I just felt better informed.  And that was it.
 
The book really left me wondering: What is it about Malcolm Gladwell's writing that is so compelling?
 
Reading What the Dog Saw helped solve my mystery. 
 
First, Malcolm is a story teller.  Sure, he presents interesting facts, but he whets your curiosity with an intriguing story.  The facts and details perfectly orchestrated to bring you to an interesting question.  That's always section one. 
 
In section two, he introduces you to a person who turns out to be the perfect embodiment of the point he is trying to make.  But Malcolm's writing brilliance is in the way that you end section two of every story feeling like you've met this person; he just has the perfect way of describing them.  One of my favorite type descriptions (paraphrased description of a salesman):  'He is the kind of guy who, if he was your professor and he taught biology, you would be a biology major.' 
 
In the following sections, he fleshes out the mystery to the point that he turns your thinking of the matter from one direction to a completely new direction.  Then back to the person he introduced you to show you to a totally different view of the matter. 
 
And then, the perfect conclusion.  Every. Single. Time.
 
And when you are done each story, you feel something and your mind is blown because he walked you through it so skillfully.  You think about it.  Your turn it around in your head.  You find it weaves itself into later conversations.  In fact, a week or so after I finished the book had already worked itself into several of my conversations.
 
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Just today, I finished a class I found terribly intriguing called, Learning How to Learn on www.coursera.org.  I've been devouring it for the last few days.  This class contains all of the latest research about the brain and how we best learn, and everything came full circle.
 
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Back to Malcolm's writing brilliance.  He uses analogies and metaphors.  This sticks because it hangs on connections in your brain that you already have. In our class, they actually showed us images of the brain where the learning was growing on already formed connections in the brain.  Also, if you engage more parts of your brain, you retain things better.  I think the way he paints such a skillful picture that you feel like you can see them in your minds eye engages more of the brain.
 
In the brilliant book, Making It Stick, they talk about what people actually remember, but what they don't explain is the biological reasons why things stick.  In one part of the book they talk about a teacher who had decided to start each of his science classes with a mystery, teach his lesson, and then ended class by explaining how the science he had just taught resolved the mystery.  He realized he was really on to something one day when he ran out of time to resolve the of the mystery.  The bell rang and all of the students were still sitting there in rapt attention.  He couldn't figure out why they weren't dashing out to their next class when one of them expressed that they wanted to know how the answer to the mystery.   He discovered that there is something about an unanswered question that is engages the human mind in the learning process.  I'd like to see more research on brain activity when something is taught via a mystery versus just being presented. But my point is that there is brilliance in Mr. Gladwell's choice to start each story with a mystery. 
 
Making It Stick also talks about the truth that people remember stories, not facts and figures.  This is where I feel that Malcolm's writing dominates over Mr. Berger's.  He may teach similar facts at the end of the day, but he packages those facts so much better because of his talent at wrapping them up artfully in a story (and mystery) that you will likely not forget.  I remember my mom teaching me this when I was a teenager.  The Stake President had been visiting on the Sunday I had been asked to give a talk.  Later that day, my mom told me that the Stake President really wasn't paying attention until I started to tell a story.  She said after that, I had his attention.  'It is because you told a story.' She pointed out, 'That is what holds people's attention.'  Many a sacrament meeting I wish other people's mother's had told them the same thing. 
 
Which brings me back to www.coursera.org.  It is an innovative, yet elite collection of free courses that one can take online for no credit.  One of the first class I took was by a professor at Yale about human irrationality.  He started every class with a corny joke and had us rate it.  He told us about how he is a burn victim and what made him decide to do what he does.  His graphics were phenomenal.  He did experiments on us that were mind blowing.  I loved it.  My running buddies heard all about it on our morning runs.  I became a coursera missionary. 
 
Until I took more classes.   
 
Oh my goodness.  Some professors are SO BORING.  One of the worst was a class taught by professional teachers who teach people how to teach.  The content was amazing, but the teachers were horrific.  Yes, they started by telling us what they were going to teach, and then following through, and then summarizing.  They did everything by the book, but they were so...snore.  I didn't learn as much even if I was incredibly intrigued by the content.  All I could think was, throw the book out, and learn to teach with energy, passion, and entertainment.
 
Which brought me to one of my life epiphanies: Really good teachers are also good entertainers. 
 
Malcom Gladwell is a good entertainer when it comes to his ability to write.  When you get done reading his work you feel like he is the kind of person who you'd be fascinated to meet at a party.  You'd get his number and later go to dinner and you'd sit and talk for hours because he is just so utterly INTERESTING. 
 
And that is how Malcolm Gladwell's books have been able to affect my life.
 
Next book to read:  David and Goliath
 
David and Goliath: Underdogs, Misfits, and the Art of Battling Giants | [Malcolm Gladwell]
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Anticipation

This morning I went to get my oil changed.
 
Dressed like this.
 
 
Trust me, it's not overkill.
 
With this text buried in my phone.
 
 
And this soon-to-be-filled suitcase on my floor.
 
 
Tomorrow night I'll be here!!!
 
 
 
and Thursday I'll be on this charming little island.
 
 
Cannot wait.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 

Monday, August 18, 2014

Updates for Colette

 
My sister, Colette, complains I don't update my blog often enough. 
I don't think I'm so interesting that there's much to say.
But, here's the latest.
 
 
 
I was a bridesmaid in my friend, Charissa's, wedding. 
I have no photos of the wedding party yet, but here we are at the Bachelorette partay!!


My roommate's friend's band was performing at a local venue. 
She said they would be amazing and they did not disappoint. 
At all. 
They were amazing.

 
I would have NEVER have guessed when I met him that he'd marry Charissa.


Hair for the wedding.  I don't think I've had an updo since prom.
 
 
This is how many bobby pins it took to make this work.  
 
 

 

 
Bubble soccer!!! 
I saw the video of this a few months ago and I fell in love. 
Like if I have kids they need to play this so I can laugh heartily while watching them play sports. 
So when I heard this was happening, I was so there.



 
Two days later I was sword fighting with the young women.
This is what I do with my Wednesday nights.
Don't mess with me.
I've got skillz.
Sort of.

 
I really wanted a photo of the three of us.
This is us at the Muny (outdoor theater in St. Louis). 
Carlos is the world's most awkward photo poser,
so this picture needs to be saved forever because it may never be reproduced.
 
Almost exactly a year ago the three of us started hanging out and I would not have predicted that a year later we'd be such good friends.  I count them among my best friends. 
Cara is one of the most genuinely kind people I know, but honestly,
I almost love her most when she gets mad. 
 

 
 
 

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Stud of the Month - July 2014

 
On my way to court this morning, I saw this guy chatting with other lawyers.  I was surprised to see him as I thought he had already moved to Arizona.  He joined me in court when he got there and we chatted through the docket.  I got the update on his 8 children and life in general. 
 

 
By the time I left we were all caught up. It was sad to think that this was probably the last time I'd ever see him in person.  It made me somewhat wistful. 
 
I met Mark in law school.  He was LDS so when we started the J. Reuben Clark Society he was really helpful in getting it up and running.  At the beginning of law school I didn't know of any other LDS students.  By the end, there was a group of us that studied in the same row in the library.  It was nice to feel some solidarity despite the isolation of endless reading and studying. (I have the perfect picture of our group, but I cannot find it!!) 
 
Mark also worked at the library, so he would often catch me in there on a Friday night during my second year, and remind me, only half joking, that I'd never get married if I kept this up.  We both graduated in 2008 and were in the same bar prep class.  EVERYTIME I would talk with a guy, and return to my seat when class started up again, he'd always be like -
 
"So, I saw you just made a new friend.  It's a guy!!" 
 
"Yeah, Mark, he just got married." 
 
"Oh, never mind."
 
Mark amazed me in a lot of respects, he was elders quorum president, while managing law school and a masters in health law...and had three children while he was in school.  I got one degree, had no children, and barely came out unscathed.
 
Buried somewhere in my journals from law school is a story about Mark.  I had gotten up that morning and I had no food left to eat.  I had given everything I had to this degree.  I exhausted every last savings account; even my 401(k) was drained to pay for the bar.  I had nothing left to give, and that day, I was completely out of food.  I got on my knees that morning and prayed for food.  I knew it would come, I just didn't know how.
 
A little later that day I got a call from Mark. 
 
"Hey, are you home?"
 
"Yes."
 
"Good, Juliette (his wife) and I will be stopping by later today." 
 
He hung up, and didn't say why he would be stopping by.  True to his word, he came by later that day.  He and Juliette brought with them bags of groceries.  Keep in mind that he was in a similar spot to me, but even more difficult.  He was graduating with six children in tow. 
 
I'll admit that I cried as I put the groceries away. 
 
When I started taking my own cases and meeting with clients on the side, Mark used to let me borrow his office and refused payment.  It took quite a while before I could convince him to let me pay.  He finally relented.  This picture of him above is from one of the offices he used to let me borrow. 
 
Though I don't see him often, I will miss this guy, and his wife and kids, for his humor, goodness, but most of all, for unknowingly being the answer to my prayer the day that I had nothing left to eat.   


Monday, July 14, 2014

What's Up? Nothing much, you?

 
My Nothing Much
 
(I hate it when people pull out their photo albums and subject you to all of their stories.  The beauty here is that you don't have to read on.)
 
Cardinals Game. I've been to two so far this year.  Perfect weather, but mostly, it's always about the company for me.  Great fun.  Didn't get pictures of my company. 

We took a road trip to Lamberts.  Fun trip.  Again, didn't take pictures of my company.  Here you can see my friend Cara and the back of Rose's head. 

Bryan and Carlos needed new couches so we went couch shopping. (I just noticed Carlos is in this picture.)  I really hate shopping, but they wanted help and I enjoy their company.  Not sure I was much help though. 


Bryan is terrified of chiggers.  He went all out on the bug spray.  I should have borrowed it for Girls Camp.
Carlos, Bryan and I set out on a camping trip to try to catch what was supposed to be the best meteor shower of our lives; a meteor STORM, they said.  What actually happened is we stayed up until 2 am staring at the dark sky until we got to the point that we were so tired we were just laughing so hard at everything.  We had so, so much fun.  Oh, and we did see a few AmaZinG shooting stars. 

This is Tom wearing a 'What makes me so comfortable?' sash from Bryan's new couch while he assembles Bryan's grill.  This was Memorial Day weekend.  This guy is so, so funny. 

This must have been the next weekend.  I was really surprised these guys were willing to go to the renaissance fair.  But they did.  This is them eating their meat, in really manly ways.   

I'm not sure who won this fight, Tom or Carlos. I think Tom is taking it much more seriously than Carlos.

Emily Gertch came to visit.  I was supposed to visit her, but instead she visited me. 
I can never stop gushing over her amazingness. She is SO amazing.

I went hiking with the young women.  I had no idea this little hiking spot was so close.  It is so pretty.


Bryan eating ice cream at one of my favorite ice cream joints, Fountain on Locust.  Love the style, love the ice cream.  I think I first was introduced to this on a double date a few years back.


I had a case in Kansas City.  I stayed with my friend, Paige.  This is her view.  Cute, huh?  She made me a delicious dinner and we chatted the evening away. Again, I should have taken a picture with her.

I made this fire all by myself.  One of the girls at girls camp was like - 'Isn't it great to learn how to make a fire from another girl?'  Um, I think this may have been the first fire I made by myself because the guys always do it. 

Service Project at camp. 

The girls in their air conditioned cabins.


Me in the air conditioned cabin.
 
 
I went straight from girls camp to a road trip from Missouri to South Carolina.  Oh my goodness, such a fun little trip. 


I love trees.  I love tree covered mountains.  I traveled with my tried and true travel buddy, Carlos.  How he tolerates me I don't know.  But he just laughs at me when I get ridiculous.
 
We went to Nashville and stayed at my old coworker, Sandy's place.  I wish I had taken a picture of her.  I LOVE catching up with her so very much.
 
 
Then we visited the Confederate War Museum in South Carolina.  It was so very fascinating, and I'm totally a Yankee.
 
 
Yankee by the confederate flag.
 
   I look ridiculous with this gun.
 
Liz, on the other hand, looks awesome. 
 
(I went to S.C. to visit Liz and check of S.C.  She is a friend from Salt Lake.  A like-minded soul.  Sooo much fun.  So insightful.  Just love her.) 
 
 
This was our tour guide.  Yes, he is wearing a kilt.  Spoke with an awesome southern accent.  Speaks of the South as "we" and the United States as "you." He was the south personified.

 
As me about this some time with the key word - Ferragut.

Oh, my new boyfriend.  He's super smart.  He doesn't listen to a word I say, but you'll never hear an unkind word come out of his mouth.

Me trying to take a picture of my college friend, Jake, at the stand.  He is in the bishopric now!  Crazy.

Here is a picture of Jake and his family.  Aren't they so cute?  He is such an adoring dad.

Me with the Sauers in Nashville.

Outdoor concerts.  Again, neglected to take pictures of my company.

Me and my niece, Lily! She is even more adorable in person that in the picture.  She has long eye lashes and chubby little cheeks.  I just adore babies.  Wish her brother was still this little, too.

The little family at the zoo.

Love this.  I had just been out to lunch with an older friend of mine who was saying that romance doesn't matter.  Maybe one day it doesn't, but it's nice to see that after four years of marriage, it still matters to them.

 
 Besides, if it helps them make more of these adorable little things, keep right on going.
 




4th of July in Forest Park

 
This was one of those perfect days you want to freeze and go back to visit again later.
 

Check out my 4th of July pants!!

Mindball!!  I saw people playing this while I was rushing through the science museum back in April. I was so intrigued.  Finally got to try it. I blew my brother out of the water on this game. 

My redheads!!

Then Andrea (college friend, worked with her for 2.5 years after college in SLC) came to St. Louis!  I love this girl so much.



This is from yesterday.  Silly moments with friends I love so much.  Clinton, Candace laughing away.  I love her wit and playful nature. 

I love this awesome picture of my roommate, Audra.  She is one of the sweetest people I know.  I cannot get over sometimes how fortunate I am in the roommate department.  Silly picture of me.