Why I’ve Stopped Doing Interviews for Yale

Math with Bad Drawings

Last year, I conducted alumni interviews for Yale applicants. It’s an easy gig. You take a smart, ambitious 17-year-old out for hot chocolate, ask them about their life, and then report back to the university, “Yup, this is another great kid.”

I recently got an email asking me to re-enlist. Was I ready for another admissions season?

I checked “No,” mostly because “Aw, hell no” wasn’t an option.

Why my reluctance? No grudge, no beef, no axe to grind. It’s just that the whole admissions process is so spectacularly crazy that participating in it— even in the peripheral role of “alumni interviewer”—feels like having spiders crawling out of my eyeballs.

In the last 15 to 20 years, Yale’s applicant pool has gone from “hypercompetitive” to “a Darwinian dystopia so cutthroat you’d feel guilty even simulating it on a computer, just in case the simulations had emotions.”

I don’t fault the admissions office. For every…

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Stroke of Words

Karl's Blog

We take everything for granted

Until that dark moment in life

When something is lost in an instant

Something as simple as words


Trapped inside your mind

You grasp for meaning

You recognize the same

However, it does not come


A dark cloud consumes language

Dissecting sentences into gibberish

Sadness turns to frustration

Will I ever be the one I used to be?


Connecting the thoughts to speak, but the words don’t match. Learning to talk at 60 can have a devastating effect on your mental state. Frustration soon turns to depression. Such is the case with my brother and many others who have had a stroke that effects language skills.


“Stroke of Words” by Rellick

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Copyright © Rellick’s Writings/2006 all Rights Reserved

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Merry Christmas 3

Dougstuber's Blog

Dad's photo and roses, Christmas, 2015

After some great times in Daytona Beach, Orlando and Naples, we swung through St. Pete and  Clearwater (Yes over the Sunshine Skyway) and finished the trek home on Christmas.

My son James commented “It’s not the same type of Christmas this year.”  No not the same. But I reminded him that it’s OK to start new traditions while still honoring the traditional ones.  The new tradition is also a kind of old one.  Even when in Korea 7 years we never missed a Christmas with my Dad, and the tradition is new now that we don’t have a Dad,a Grandfather and a friend to reminisce with in person, but we won’t break the string,and figure to be back again next year.

Uh, Naples isn’t quite the same as it was the first year I visited my grandfather there.  Back then the town had about 3,000 people, moistly fisherman.  They say…

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