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A post on Top Five disappeared last week. You'll understand why in awhile. It got embarrassing. Three snapshots, all related to the movie in one way or another: (1) catastrophic expectations , (2) cooperative couple decision-making , and (3) two movies we probably don't have to let our kids see. Take it away. 1. The Catastrophic Expectation After publishing about the new Chris Rock movie, a crazy thing happened. A catastrophic expectation came true, related to my fear that the blog would be pirated and spammed with objectionable photos. It happened on Facebook last year. We opened the ap to find new pics, except we hadn't posted any. Thousands, mortified. Facebook rectified the situation immediately. But if this happens to me, what do I do? Delete years of psycho-education? I pushed "publish" for the Top Five review, but probably because of the word (in bold yet) that starts with a "p", ends with an "n" and has an "or" in the midd

Most, almost all of our behavior is unconscious. We've said it before. But here's a good one. Both my parents passed away in the last four years, so I have accumulated a lot of things, hard as we try to donate, sell stuff on Ebay, and pitch. And my mom and I wore the same size. Cut off our heads, same body. So naturally, it is impossible to merely give away her wardrobe, and ditto for the jewelry, some of it, most of it, sort of. . . dated.  Retro. I'll be at a brunch, or a holiday party, and one of my kids will compliment me on something, say a flamingo pin. My response, conditioned, unaware: You like it?  Take it!  It is yours!   And I proceed to fiddle with the pin. No! No! That is not what I meant!  I did not mean, by complimenting your obviously very rare and lovely pin that I want it. It looks good on you!  Wear it in good health! Why do you always do this. We compliment something and you immediately begin to disrobe? Flummoxed.  Makes no sense. But this is exactly wh

It's my birthday, so yeah, regrets I've had a few.  Ever late to the party, I just learned that podcasts are  much better than craning your neck to watch Netflix on a tablet while pretending to dice vegetables for the salad. The New York Times story about William Cimillo Let's start with The Leap from This American Life . Then we can move on to Regrets, I've Had a Few . We'll consider a few ideas, other sides of the story. First, The Leap, Podcast 539 : Tales of brave souls who take blind, if calculated risks that others only dream about. We don't have the guts, and for good reasons: even executed with panache, a real risk gambles livelihood, relationships, reputation, and mental health. What could be worth all that? We'll see. For starters (Act One), in 1947 William Cimillo , a bored New York bus driver, hi-jacked his own bus , the one he droves each day, same route, every day. He woke up one morning, puts on his cap, took the wheel and decided to take