Monday, July 8, 2013

Book: the Challenge of Affluence by Avner Offer (2006)

While on my trip to Russia and the Baltic states, I read the book "The Challenge Of Affluence: Self-control and well-being in the United States and Britain since 1950"

The reason for buying this book was my belief that obesity is a strange problem given the tremendously strong forces that would seem to push against it, namely avoiding major health problems and the social norms of body image.  This would suggest that individuals lack self-control, and that perhaps the broader obesity problem is related to a gradual reduction in people's self-control. But why? In particular, I notice for myself that when I am in a bad mood or depressed, I have less control over my eating and I am less motivated to exercise.

I found this book quite instructive in exploring this notion.  The book explores the economic, social, and psychological research related to self-control and myopia across a number of problems, including obesity and smoking.  At a general level, self-control is difficult and so people tend to act myopically, but to help us we impose "commitment strategies" to force ourselves to act in a longer-term self-interest. As an example, in Canada, in provinces where cigarette taxes were imposed smokers reported to be happier as compared to in provinces where they weren't, indicating that they are not "rational addicts".

In the case of obesity, then, the biggest explanatory variable for its rise was the increase in restaurant density -- I.e. a decrease in the barriers between oneself and the food that you crave but is bad for you.  This indicates that the key component for self-control is delay. As a simple example, a reasonable commitment strategy is to purposefully expel all junk food from your house, since if its fit in front of you, you will eat it.

Offer finds that within a given developed society, the affluent have more resources available from which to develop and implement commitment strategies, and thus tend to be less obese. This is in contrast to poor societies, in which the very poor simply cannot afford enough food to become obese; furthermore, in such societies obesity is often a status symbol of affluence.

Meanwhile, across societies, affluence is defined as an abundance of choice, yet the ability wisely choose among those choices and to develop commitment strategies for them, a concept he calls "prudence", takes time to develop. Since prudence lags affluence, affluent societies struggle to maintain self-control.  In this way, offer argues that "affluence breeds impatience, and impatience undermines well-being".

Though a compelling argument, this perspective only tackles the external and aggregate aspects of the relationship between affluence and self-control.  Offer only briefly touches on how self-control may be modulated by other factors, such as depression and broken homes. He notes that mental health problems are strongly linked with broken homes, which themselves have risen substantially in recent decades as well. He also briefly mentions materialism as connected with lower personal well-being and depression, and notes that the capitalist marketing world encourages such materialism and feelings of insecurity. However, he does not go into detail on research exploring this connection more in depth, including research directly connecting depression with a loss of self-control, as well as potential commitment strategies that people may employ and the efforts of advertisers to subvert those strategies. The modern Internet era adds an additional, major element to all of this, but of course the book was only written in 2006.

Russia et al!

Back from the big euro trip! Helsinki to st. Petersburg to Moscow to minsk to Vilnius to Riga to tallinn and back to Helsinki.  All in all not a bad trip despite being a tour full of predominantly old people, with a couple that successfully fell into the "older" category.  The photos will tell the story.

A few random thoughts:
- Russia is a strange place, and its not obvious to me how their culture will evolve moving forward. Communism is not dead and western capitalism is by no means embraced.
- Russia has insanely beautiful women. My neck hurts.
- riga was easily the most fun city, and one that I would love to live in.  It successfully balanced local culture with tourism without feeling touristy (perhaps the only place to do so besides minsk, but that's minks after all).

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Moore, OK


Tues: arrive, SWA flight waits for me after ridiculous flight with SLU jock surgeon med student who talked the entire way esp with girl headed to Houston and was hilarious and obnoxious, picked up at airport at 1030p, Sonic for the first time ever! summer of shakes, tots, jalapeno cheddar bites, Guest Inn hotel in Norman, pass in darkness the tornado damage around I-35 at the theatre where the medical center and post office were utterly annihilated.

Wed: Morning Waffle house for the first time ever! waffle, biscuit and egg sandwich, grits; Newcastle Shelter, meet Santana, unload trailer of clothes, sort them and integrate into clothes across tables, eat more Sonic, leave. Afternoon First Baptist Church shelter/supplies, lots of insurance trucks and aid stations outside, front desk help answer questions and guide people to their needs (many lost literally everything) many tarps, trash bags, food, shovels, etc., impromptu medical station set up by amazing doctor, Lupe the religious woman at the food stand. Evening to Moore City Hall meet with Jayme who is in charge of disaster response, hilarious and awesome and friendly and excited about recovers and that we're "real", Jayme calls me "the intern" (since I stayed quiet during the chat/training process), we're tired and stop at Sonic on the way home.  I am legit exhausted even though everyone else had been working way harder than me.

Thurs: Morning ridiculous isolated linear band of thunderstorms aligned NW-SE through central OK right on top of Moore with crazy lightning and dumping a few inches of rain between 5-10am, just awful for the tornado-ravaged town, danishes in the lobby for breakfast, drive through flooded intersection and through destroyed houses to City Hall at 830am, I as "intern" am immediately put at the desk to answer calls on behalf of City Hall which is initially terrifying to me, at first frantically taking calls and writing things randomly in a disorganized mess before gradually settling down and getting my shit together made easier by the awesome folks working at City Hall (Jayme, Nancy, Sjonna, Armand, Diedre), office is chaotic as they plan for a press conference with OK Governor downstairs, as I settle down I begin to play around and post on moore.recovers.org updates for needs for volunteers/donations at various churches around town, calls from media outlets ranging from CBS evening news and CNN to a Jewish online interview program to Discovery Channel documentarians, organized on SmartSheet shared documents.

Friday: crossroads church signing everyone in with recovers.org, robo is chatty, city hall chat with Gary, oak crest church to train someone, waffle house!, back to crossroads to fund they had abandoned recovers probably because their operation was taken over by an outside group (oh well, can't win them all), then Starbucks to debrief, flight home. Alvin, Chris, and morgan are all awesome.

A few things I took away:
I was thoroughly impressed by the dedication and efficiency of the City Hall employees, who had to deal with such a ridiculous range of issues -- coordinating the response, organizing the press conference, responding to citizen needs, managing volunteers and employees -- all simultaneously.  It was basically a whole office of Leslie Knopes, all friendly and peppy and excited despite being placed under an enormous amount of stress.

The PR work at City Hall was also fascinating, seeing how politics plays into the disaster response -- which one would expect to be among the most apolitical of issues.  First, when the Governor misspoke and stated that contractors were now allowed to enter the affected area, this was not true, but because it was already stated on air this resulted in a great deal of confusion among both employees and contractors in the field (including several phone calls to City Hall) that had to be addressed right away.  Second, city officials certainly were eager to make their presence known at any major press events -- an action that often is viewed with disdain, but is also understandable given that folks working this hard would prefer if the citizens that pay them are aware of how much they're helping.  After all, City Hall did bring in 4 PR folks to help them craft their messages among other things.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The past month+

Since the last post:

  • Got a PhD (end product was pretty good, everything leading up to that point was painful, i mean "memorable")
  • Baked lots of bread
  • Got a fancy new DSLR Nikon camera + 18-200 lens
  • Porchfest, one of my all-time favorite events
  • Read Steinbeck's Cannery Row, an absolute classic -- describing the undescribed (the little things, the emotions of the marginalized), ignoring the indescribable (deaths in one sentence or less)
  • Baked home-made pretzels -- amazing
  • Went to the opening of (Le)Bronwyn in Union Sq -- pretzels, spaetle, sausages, beer
  • Barry McGee at the ICA
  • First ever trip to the Super 88 in Allston + dim sum
  • Fantastic tofu bao baos at Doowee & Rice
  • Saw "Great Gatsby" -- decent, overproduced
  • Generally basked in the sun
And now, I've just arrived in Moore, Oklahoma, 36 hours after another massive F5 hit the town -- the last was in 1999 and was the strongest tornado ever recorded (250 mph).  Preliminary estimates for this one are at 200-210 mph.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Boston Marathon bombing

Two days ago, at approximately 2pm, two bombs exploded at the Boston Marathon finish line, killing 3 people and injuring at least 175.  Fortunately, for the first time since I arrived in Boston, I did not go downtown to watch the race, and no one that I know was hurt.  Instead I was working at a coffee shop in Ball Square, Somerville.  I learned about initially via text message from a friend, and then opened up the internet to reveal what had happened -- a gruesome and awful tragedy.

For me, it has been a little shocking but also a little detached from myself.  After all, I've watched everything on TV, in the same way as I had for any other disaster event that has occurred in cities around the country/world.  The difference of course is that this event took place within biking distance of where I live, and many friends I knew had been at the site anywhere from 10 minutes to 2 hours before the bombing; I feel incredibly fortunate that I don't even know anyone who knows anyone who was hurt.

Sad times.

Sunday, March 31, 2013

A gorgeous, relaxing weekend

Oh Spring, how I love you.

Yesterday (Saturday) and today brought absolutely gorgeous weather: 50-60F, calm and sunny.  This was the first official day of Spring from any relevant practical metric.

Saturday morning I awoke at 11am, rolled over, saw the sun and recalled a vague forecast of warm weather, and texted my friend to bike over to Sofra near Belmont for some brunch.  After some delicious turkish brunch consumed outside, we weren't sure what to do but decided just to bike around for a while.  We headed towards the Charles river, then turned West to venture into new land that we had not seen before.  We hopped across the river at the next bridge, where the signs pointed us towards Allston.  Gladly, we headed in that direction, arriving at the Sunset Grille for an afternoon beer and some nachos.

By this time, it was clear that the day-long adventure was on.

So we subsequently biked all the way down Comm. Ave into Boston, taking advantage of the amazing new bike lanes -- even now through the underpass beneath Mass. Ave -- until we reached Boston Common.  After lounging on the grass under the sun for 45 minutes among the throngs of fellow sunbathers, we biked up towards the North End, swung by the Garden, and crossed over a new pedestrian bridge that links the edge of Charlestown to northeast Cambridge near the Museum of Science.  We pass by Lechmere and the Galleria and make one final stop at Atwood's Tavern.

We had decided that we would check to see if the patio was open, and if it were, we would get a beer.  Upon arriving at the door, we're greeted by a big chalkboard sign that states "You'll come in and ask us if the patio is open.  I'll tell you it's not, and then you'll stay for a beer anyways. Yes."  Sooo hilarious and spot on. And so, naturally, we did.

All in all, 16.7 miles: http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=5869423 (not sure how long these links last for...)

We capped off the night with a stop at Back Bar later on for one final drink out with a close friend.  It was a bit strange, in the sense that it felt like any other night out.  Yet it shouldn't have; it should have signaled the end of an era in my life and my friend's too.  Yet, perhaps because he will be back again in three weeks for a weekend, or perhaps because we've simply been in this era of our lives for more than 5 years now that it's just to be expected, it didn't.  I'm not quite sure what to make of it, but I don't like it -- I have no problem at all with change in life, but I do need closure and acceptance/acknowledgement/celebration of the end of one step and the start of a new one.  Such real, specific, finite moments in time are important, at least for me mentally.  I felt the same about how little fanfare there was for my roommate Alex's departure last week as well.

As for today, I went for a long run, helped clean the kitchen, cleaned and began refinishing the chair and bench on our back porch, cooked some delicious food, did some laundry, watched some basketball (with the most gruesome injury of all time for Louisville vs. Duke), watched 60 minutes, and just enjoyed life.

This was a wonderful weekend.  Partly because it was the first one of the Spring, but also partly because it was the first one that I really let myself enjoy.  It reminded me of how much life there is outside of work, and how many little tasks/events/things there are in life that I miss when I sit around being stressed out, or when I (over)plan every last second of my day and night and leave no room for the random, the whimsical, the unexpected.

I can't wait to not know what's next.

Friday, March 29, 2013

Newtowne Grille

Last night we rocked $12 for a high-quality cheese pizza + a pitcher of PBR on trivia night at Newtowne Grille (there may or may not be an 'e' at the end of one or both of those words).  We took second place overall, though I contributed effectively nothing to the team's effort.  It had been at least a couple of years since I had last been there, ah such fun times on a random thursday night :)