Come on baby let’s do the twist! Maybe I’ll be in my, you guessed it, my teenie, weenie yellow polka dot bikini!

 

What were your favorites when you were either a 13-year old girl or a 14-year old  boy? And is it still, dear Reader? (Thanks for the idea, Mr. Stevens-Davidowitz of the NYT.)

Bounded rationality: I can’t know or have time to learn it all; I keep that in mind; it helps me ID perched birds & heft oxen out of ditches. A 420 character 9 line memoir bit.

Bounded rationality:

ideally I decide based on ALL the facts

& take ALL the time I need

to be wise & wonderful; but, poppycock, who does this?

So, although my knowledge and time are constrained,

I try to ”unconstrain” them, as I did to ID this hawk.

It’s deplorable to accept what the loudest talking head is saying;

I need to gauge out time & resources to learn as much as possible,

to unbound my rationality.

PATTY

 

 

Bounded rationality: I can’t know or have time to learn it all; I keep that in mind; it helps me ID perched birds & heft oxen out of ditches. A 420 character 9 line memoir bit.

As kids, what power do we have? A 420 character, 9 line memoir bit.

 

As a kid, I knew I couldn’t turn the tide of Mama’s rage,

but I remember cowering off to the side

& trying to figure if I could lower the pitch & heat of it,

as if I were on the periphery of a fire,

angling to stay safe while hoping to douse it.

My next-younger sister got most of Mama’s

belting,hitting, slapping, & pinching.

We shared a bedroom, an island in the awful,

& when she left home, this sister became famous.

PATTY