In the Gladwell Style

Although I haven't kept up with my pop sociology, I am well versed in the areas of 'Tipping Point" and "Blink". My feelings on Gladwell are mixed. I'm both interested and skeptical of his books. But they do make you kind of think, right?

I was walking to a cafe (in my inappropriately leather shoes) a day after the not-actually-a-blizzard-because-the-wind-didn't- backhand-you-enough-blizzard. I avoided streets, hopped slush puddles, and hoped I didn't slip and fall on my face. But have you ever thought about how much people change their lives for weather? They take trains earlier because of snow, they don't go to school, they don't go to work...so there could actually be a correlation with crime. Bear with me.

If I'm cold do I want to rob someone? If I'm too cold to leave my house I can't be mugged. And I definitely wont be leaving at those early morning hours when crime is highest because its when the temperature is lowest.

Last note. Mounds of snow lining the streets has to cut down on jay-walking.

No, for real, last note. I think I've solved what Guiliani tried to solve for two terms. Unfortunately, seasons and global warming will make the implementation of my plan impossible. Damn you Guiliani, you win this one.

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