What is your time worth?

This morning I stopped at a gas station to fill up my tank and found that the gas pump would not allow me to buy the grade of gas that I wanted. I was forced to pump gas that was 10 cents more expensive.

I have a mild fixation on gas prices, so my first reaction was to reset the pump and try my transaction again. No go — only the more expensive gas was available.

Fine, I said to myself, I’ll just buy a few gallons here, and fill up the rest of my tank later, at a station that will allow me to buy cheaper gas.

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Deliberately Obscured Meaning

I had a dream last night that I was exploring the Arctic. Hiking through frozen tundra, swimming under ice floes. At one point, a small airplane flew overhead, pulling a banner of letters. The words started with “Andy…” but soon became illegible. In the middle of nowhere, a deliberate message intended specifically for me, but try as I might, I couldn’t read it.

At which point, the unknown message becomes the message.

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Why I Grind My Own Coffee Beans

Coffee and I have a love/hate relationship.  Coffee wrecks my breath, stains my teeth, ruins my sleep patterns.  But it starts off my morning routine, and it wakes me up.  And it tastes so good.

One thing I like better than the taste of coffee:  the smell of fresh ground coffee.  So with a one-time purchase of a nice, $50 grinder from Target, I start my day with a pleasurable,  sensual experience rhat belies all the other crap I’m going to have to put up with during the next few hours.  You might think it would add a lot of time to my pre-work ritual, but when I’m waiting for the grinder to do it’s thing, I’m adding water and filter to the coffee maker, so the delay to get fresh coffee with a grinder is minimal. 

If you’re that desperate for caffeine that you would pass up on the wonderful smell of freshly ground coffee, you should probably go straight to the energy drink.

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One Word Emails

At work, a vast majority of the emails I send are just an attachment, with a few words saying what is attached. Probably 90% of my emails read “Proof attached” or just “Attached.” It’s worth noting that these emails are typically to co-workers to whom I have previously sent many other emails, and that I am a stickler for including a descriptive email subject line whenever possible. I think there is little chance that the content of my message isn’t being communicated clearly, but I also wonder, at times, whether or not these succinct emails are being interpreted as being rude.

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Weed or Wildflower

Yesterday I went out to lunch with a friend who works in downtown Los Angeles.  We sat in a restaurant’s sidewalk patio area, which was bordered by a waist-high wall topped with planters.  In these planters was planted was a species of grass that resembled wheat.

While we waited for our food, I noted that this sort of landscaping would be easy to screw up, that you would need to be thoughtful in planting grasses, or people would just think you’ve failed to maintain your property.  My friend thought that wild grass was beautiful.

Just then, a homeless woman, wearing a dirty, backwards sweatshirt, strolled past us and pulld three handfuls of the plants.

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