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Ari Officer
Badge: 1428
Hometown: Glencoe, IL
Year: 2009
Major: Math
Interests and Extracurricular Activities: LSJUMB, Futures Markets/ Quantitative Finance, Music (Guitar, Saxophone),
Writing, The Jungian Night Journey, Skiing
Short Bio: I was born in Chicago, IL, and grew up in two northern suburbs: Evanston
until I was four and then Glencoe, attending New Trier Township High School.
As a kid, I often went with my mom and grandma to the racetrack, where I
learned to deal with large amounts of information, probability, and money
management, the solid foundation that allowed me to succeed in academic
pursuits. I intend to major in Mathematics and pursue a co-term in
Financial Mathematics.
Reason I Joined Phi Psi: The tale of how I came to consider Phi Psi is really the interesting
story, about which you should ask me! In retrospect, everything comes
together so nicely; it is as if my joining Phi Psi was meant to be. Once I
was introduced to Phi Psi, I realized that it consisted of an incredible
group of guys, a magnified microcosm of Stanford. Everyone is so interested
in each other's pursuits that Phi Psi breeds a really cool community that
strikes a great balance among diversion, studying, and service. I look
forward to some great years with my brothers!
Favorite Music: Dave Matthews Band, Jimi Hendrix, Joe Satriani, Led Zeppelin, Stevie Ray
Vaughan, Queen, Santana, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Beach Boys, Lincoln Crockett
Favorite Book: A Canticle for Leibowitz, Dark is the Sun, The Unreasoning Mask
Favorite Film: The Shawshank Redemption, Pulp Fiction, Jackie Brown, Kill Bill, The
Matrix, The Third Man, History of the World, Twelve Monkeys, Fifty First
Dates, The Song Remains the Same, A Clockwork Orange, The Treasure of the
Sierra Madre, Wedding Crashers, Night of the Generals, Fight Club (it's a
Night Journey!)
Favorite Quote: Howard: Say, answer me this one, will you? Why is gold worth some twenty
bucks an ounce?
Flophouse Bum: I don't know. Because it's scarce.
Howard: A thousand men, say, go searchin' for gold. After six months, one of
them's lucky: one out of a thousand. His find represents not only his own
labor, but that of nine hundred and ninety-nine others to boot. That's six
thousand months, five hundred years, scramblin' over a mountain, goin'
hungry and thirsty. An ounce of gold, mister, is worth what it is because of
the human labor that went into the findin' and the gettin' of it.
Flophouse Bum: I never thought of it just like that.
Howard: Well, there's no other explanation, mister. Gold itself ain't good
for nothing except making jewelry with and gold teeth.
-The Treasure of the Sierra Madre
E-mail: officer@stanford.edu
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