Friday, February 29, 2008

why I get headaches

Published: February 26, 2008, New York Times.

The next time you’re juggling options — which friend to see, which house to buy, which career to pursue — try asking yourself this question: What would Xiang Yu do?

Xiang Yu was a Chinese general in the third century B.C. who took his troops across the Yangtze River into enemy territory and performed an experiment in decision making. He crushed his troops’ cooking pots and burned their ships.

He explained this was to focus them on moving forward — a motivational speech that was not appreciated by many of the soldiers watching their retreat option go up in flames. But General Xiang Yu would be vindicated, both on the battlefield and in the annals of social science research.

He is one of the role models in Dan Ariely’s new book, “Predictably Irrational,” an entertaining look at human foibles like the penchant for keeping too many options open. General Xiang Yu was a rare exception to the norm, a warrior who conquered by being unpredictably rational.

Most people can’t make such a painful choice, not even the students at a bastion of rationality like the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, where Dr. Ariely is a professor of behavioral economics. In a series of experiments, hundreds of students could not bear to let their options vanish, even though it was obviously a dumb strategy (and they weren’t even asked to burn anything).

The experiments involved a game that eliminated the excuses we usually have for refusing to let go. In the real world, we can always tell ourselves that it’s good to keep options open.

You don’t even know how a camera’s burst-mode flash works, but you persuade yourself to pay for the extra feature just in case. You no longer have anything in common with someone who keeps calling you, but you hate to just zap the relationship.

Your child is exhausted from after-school soccer, ballet and Chinese lessons, but you won’t let her drop the piano lessons. They could come in handy! And who knows? Maybe they will.

In the M.I.T. experiments, the students should have known better. They played a computer game that paid real cash to look for money behind three doors on the screen. (You can play it yourself, without pay, at tierneylab.blogs.nytimes.com.) After they opened a door by clicking on it, each subsequent click earned a little money, with the sum varying each time.

As each player went through the 100 allotted clicks, he could switch rooms to search for higher payoffs, but each switch used up a click to open the new door. The best strategy was to quickly check out the three rooms and settle in the one with the highest rewards.

Even after students got the hang of the game by practicing it, they were flummoxed when a new visual feature was introduced. If they stayed out of any room, its door would start shrinking and eventually disappear.

They should have ignored those disappearing doors, but the students couldn’t. They wasted so many clicks rushing back to reopen doors that their earnings dropped 15 percent. Even when the penalties for switching grew stiffer — besides losing a click, the players had to pay a cash fee — the students kept losing money by frantically keeping all their doors open.

Why were they so attached to those doors? The players, like the parents of that overscheduled piano student, would probably say they were just trying to keep future options open. But that’s not the real reason, according to Dr. Ariely and his collaborator in the experiments, Jiwoong Shin, an economist who is now at Yale.

They plumbed the players’ motivations by introducing yet another twist. This time, even if a door vanished from the screen, players could make it reappear whenever they wanted. But even when they knew it would not cost anything to make the door reappear, they still kept frantically trying to prevent doors from vanishing.

Apparently they did not care so much about maintaining flexibility in the future. What really motivated them was the desire to avoid the immediate pain of watching a door close.

“Closing a door on an option is experienced as a loss, and people are willing to pay a price to avoid the emotion of loss,” Dr. Ariely says. In the experiment, the price was easy to measure in lost cash. In life, the costs are less obvious — wasted time, missed opportunities. If you are afraid to drop any project at the office, you pay for it at home.

“We may work more hours at our jobs,” Dr. Ariely writes in his book, “without realizing that the childhood of our sons and daughters is slipping away. Sometimes these doors close too slowly for us to see them vanishing.”

Dr. Ariely, one of the most prolific authors in his field, does not pretend that he is above this problem himself. When he was trying to decide between job offers from M.I.T. and Stanford, he recalls, within a week or two it was clear that he and his family would be more or less equally happy in either place. But he dragged out the process for months because he became so obsessed with weighing the options.

“I’m just as workaholic and prone to errors as anyone else,” he says.. “I have way too many projects, and it would probably be better for me and the academic community if I focused my efforts. But every time I have an idea or someone offers me a chance to collaborate, I hate to give it up.”

So what can be done? One answer, Dr. Ariely said, is to develop more social checks on overbooking. He points to marriage as an example: “In marriage, we create a situation where we promise ourselves not to keep options open. We close doors and announce to others we’ve closed doors.”

Or we can just try to do it on our own. Since conducting the door experiments, Dr. Ariely says, he has made a conscious effort to cancel projects and give away his ideas to colleagues. He urges the rest of us to resign from committees, prune holiday card lists, rethink hobbies and remember the lessons of door closers like Xiang Yu.

If the general’s tactics seem too crude, Dr. Ariely recommends another role model, Rhett Butler, for his supreme moment of unpredictable rationality at the end of his marriage. Scarlett, like the rest of us, can’t bear the pain of giving up an option, but Rhett recognizes the marriage’s futility and closes the door with astonishing elan. Frankly, he doesn’t give a damn.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

literally sick and tired

Much news, but no posts because I've been struggling with a bad cough, teaching responsibilities, and random meetings and lectures that seem to take away all my time.

Tomorrow is a fun day--we're going down to Corning (1 hr and 15 mins away) for a 1-day badminton tournament. That is, it'll be fun if I can actually play with coughing every two minutes. Hopefully I'll cough between points. Still, I know I won't be a great partner because it's hard to concentrate and my body just isn't up for a whole day's worth of play. I'm tired out. Sigh.

Okay, I'll tell my news but I won't explain how I'm considering my decisions right now because I'm just too tired. The univ closer to home didn't make me an offer, but the C college did. Talking to different profs now about the wisdom of taking the C college offer, and two of the two profs I've managed to meet with this week both think it won't be wise. But at the same time, we won't know if I will have funding at C_rne__ for the next year.

My director of graduate studies says he will do his absolute best for me, but he can't promise me anything. Still, even if there is only one extra funding package left, I suspect I will be at the top of the list, for reasons I won't go into now.

Monday, February 18, 2008

forgetful

Last week, I forgot to blog about the biggest change in my life: I moved OUT of T-house!!!!

Those of you who know something about my life here in Ithaca for the past one and a half years know that I live in a scholarship dorm that is a mix of undergrads, grads, and two faculty guests. It's been a huge time commitment and last year especially was filled with a lot of inter-personal drama. The past semester was much better but I just couldn't bear to be there anymore.

I decided last Sunday to move out of T-house completely and I am now living with a friend from the Christian fellowship group I attend. Life has been much more pleasurable since the move, and I actually stayed in my fellowship meeting until pretty much the end! Since moving into T-house, I never had the energy to stay past worship.

Now, I really need the friendship and company of adults because the anxiety hasn't really abated despite everything I know theoretically about trust and faith.

Oh yes, my roommate and I live in a trailer about a 10-minute drive from campus. It's actually very quiet and peaceful out here. I am paying more for gas but so far it's worth it.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

just a thought

I had a conversation with a friend today about being attracted to men. Both of us are trying to write our dissertations--oh, so desperately--and also trying to figure out what "the next step" is. And it was interesting to notice that we would both give up our hopes and dreams for our careers if these men would turn around and ask us to be a part of their lives.

If only men knew how much power they have over women once they have women's hearts . . .

Jobs in academia are particularly hard on relationships as most academics can ill-afford to choose where they end up geographically. You don't choose the job, the job chooses you. Most of my friends who get job offers this year (precious few of them) will probably only get one offer, at the most, two. And you can't exactly just move to a particular city or town and hope to find a job later, that's just not how it works.

Anyway. Going to bed soon.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Pressing question

My trip to the "left coast" (although, I wasn't in an area that was terribly "left," I don't think) last week was tiring but fun. My hotel was on the beach, across the wharf, and I saw beautiful sunsets and sunrises. After my final meeting there, I had time to take an hour-long walk on the beach at sunset, and that made me so happy and content.

Still, the question of calling remains preeminent. I know that if they offer the job to me, and if I accept, I willhave a very nice life in a very nice town (expensive, too). VERY NICE. But I think I would be talking only to C people, and I would forget how to talk to non-C people after a year.

In summary, I know what I do not want to do. But the most pressing question remains: What is my vision for my life?

Perhaps that will change as I walk on, I don't know. I need to spend some time reflecting on this question.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

I don't know

Had a brief 10 minute meeting with my adviser an hour ago. When she asked me why I was feeling ambivalent about the job in S, I got a little emotional, and I don't even know why.

Monday, February 04, 2008

okay, i surrender (but it's not just any kind of surrender)

I must confess that I'm really struggling with my resolution to expect good things around the corner. And that's okay, I will continue to struggle in prayer to trust that God has my life all planned out and that while life may be difficult, it will be good.

I don't want to condemn myself for struggling--I want to work at remaining in communion with Christ.

After my visit, I still think that taking a job this year will make my life very painful and difficult, esp the job in S. The location is great, but I think I will end up burned out and bitter, if a lot wealthier.

And I don't want the job in the C college because I will have no friends but other C's, and the thought of living like that is horrifying to my mind and soul. Not now. Not until we go home for good.

If I have to take the job in S, I will praise God (and demand His strength and grace). But I will not take the job in the C college. That said, I will still go for the interview this week, Feb 6-9.

Have I said often enough yet that I'm exhausted?

Saturday, February 02, 2008

new turn

I'm still feeling really tired, but I'm done with grading! No grading papers over the weekend!!! Time for the dissertation!! I hope!!! And a bit of rest too.

My new resolution (even thought it's not Jan 1): I will expect only good things around the corner!

As I was telling naomiobi, I've lived my life expecting the worst. Because, hey, if the worst doesn't happen, then great! Whatever it is that does happen makes me happy anyway because it wasn't the worst thing that could happen.

But I live with so much anxiety as a result, and I can't do that anymore.

Still, it's going to take a lot of practice to change how I look at life. Anyone who wants to keep me accountable is welcome to do so, but please be patient and don't give up on me!