There's a first for everything... or in this case a second

And so it begins... My first virtual diary. Not nearly as exciting as when I received my first real diary. I was 8, and like most kids my age, all I wanted to do was write... or was it that most kids wanted to play outside... I forget. Anyways, it was a hardcover red book, with Lucy from The Peanuts on the cover screaming GET OUT! To reinforce the message there was a little lock on the side that could only be opened with a key... or a hair pin, a nail file, a toothpick, shear force... At any rate, it was mine to write whatever I wished, as long as it didn't extend beyond the allotted 25 lines lest I run the risk of spilling over to the next date. But I was 8 and fairly limited by my third grade education, so that wasn't really a problem.

Ahh, to be free of constraints. So liberating.

The meaning of my blog title, Little's Law – this is to remind me to finish my book, Personalities and Me, my documented observations of the many different personalities I've met throughout my life. I'm using this blog to give me inspiration so that I can finally call it a completed work. Of course had I known I could’ve gotten away with only writing about five people, I could have saved myself some time. Mitch Albom apparently had the right idea.

Little's Law is the fundamental long-term relationship between Work-In-Process (WIP), throughput and flow time of a production system in steady state. For those of you who are familiar with Operations Management feel free to skip to the next paragraph… For the rest of you - this law is basically saying that I need to increase my flow time (write more) and decrease my WIP (edit out the unneeded parts) which will ultimately increase my throughput (finish the damn book already).


About me (stolen from my MySpace profile)… You know when you're in the car and you look over at the car next you and there's some kid just staring back at you? Not smiling, not frowning but staring? That really creeps me out. I like eating peanut butter and jelly on crackers… I don't buy the phrase, "Doesn't matter if you win or lose, but how you play the game." Yeah, cause I have SO many "how I played the game" awards on my mantle. I love Indie bands, until they become main-stream that is. Then I claim to have liked them back in the day, before they sold out… even if they'd only come out with one album. I love my foreign parents and how my mom thinks I'm studying at Duke's Fuck-wa school of business and how my dad says that my More Cowbell shirt reminds him of what they used to put around the cows' necks back home in Guyana. It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia is the funniest show in the universe. I can't understand why it takes me 2-3 tries to turn off a ceiling fan. I hate being proved wrong, but love learning new things. I believe they call that a catch 22. I actually own that book but have never read it. I think Indian dresses are the most beautiful in the world. I can't bring myself to become a true Blue Devil after spending four years convincing myself that "Real Women Wear Orange". Sometimes I wish I could fly, then I think about those dreams where I'm flying and I can't figure out how to land and so I just fall. Monopolova Vodka from Trader Joe's is right up there with Vox. Let no one tell you otherwise. I wish people realized that whispering is actually pretty damn loud. Though I love to give, I'd never go so far as to say that it is BETTER to give than to receive. That's just absurd. I love working with kids. I find their candor refreshing, though often times very insulting. There is never a dull moment with me and I love to laugh. Smiling's my favorite… but I love to give the occasional dirty glare, not so occasional when I’m behind the wheel of a car. I find that the phrase “Love me, Love my dog”, doesn’t quite apply to me as more people like her than they do me. And finally, I miss my Commodore 64, taking turns playing Frogger with my brother… trying to sabotage his game so that he would drown or get touched/eaten(?) by an alligator sooner.

And on that note, my brother Evan leaves for Morocco on Friday. He’s joining the Peace Corps and will be gone for 2+ years. I wish him all the best in the world, but I’m a little heartbroken because I feel like I’m losing my partner in crime. And now I have no one to blame when I’m at home. “What do you mean Gally couldn't have moved your car keys? Dogs rescue babies from burning buildings...” Yeah… this is almost as bad as when Evan learned to talk. But, my selfish needs aside, I know he’s going to have an amazing experience, make many life-long friends, and come back ready to conquer the world. Evan, I love you. You are my favorite person in the world. I hope you find your way, and I hope it leads you back home. We can play Frogger, and I’ll even let you have two turns in a row. Please keep in touch. ~ Kara

Me and my brother.... and Gally.