I've had so much to say over the past two weeks, and no desire at all to write about any of it. It seems like I should do a dictation or something, and have my secretary write out my blog posts for me. Perhaps I will look into a service soon -- I've always thought that my blog entries would sound better if I read them instead of writing them. In any case, here's a brief summary of topics of things that I should have written about but didn't.
I got a shave two weeks ago - a real one in a barber's chair with a straight razor. I actually did write about this, but I wasn't near the internet when I did it, and I'm not sure where my notebook is at the moment. I'm sure that post will appear when I finally stumble across the notebook bag.
On that same day, I attended the PhillyCHI design slam. It was an interesting event in which we were broken up into small random groups and given the task to create a "table management system" for a fictional restaurant. Our group didn't do very well primarily because there was no cohesion between our members. We had some pretty good ideas, but they weren't realized because everyone wanted to go separate directions. Kind of stupid, really....
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I shop at Wawa, our local convenience store, much more often than any person should shop at a convenience store. Today, for example, I stopped at Wawa three times. Yes, that's pretty obsessive.
There are a few observations I have made about Wawa in my high-frequency visits, some of which I have probably shared before, but I would like to record again because it's on my mind at the moment, having just returned from a trip to the store.
First stop: Coffee people. Are you a coffee person? I don't mean the kind of person that simply enjoys coffee. And I don't mean the kind of person that says, "I simply can't get motivated in the morning if I don't have my coffee." The people I'm talking about are the OCD folks who would scream "must have coffee" in the morning if they didn't require coffee to unzombify themselves. Even then, the act of getting and consuming the coffee is no longer what arouses them from this stupor so deep they forget to put on actual shoes with their suit-pants and instead wear their battered old pink bunny slippers with the missing button eyes.
No, the coffee itself isn't enough. Whatever rejuvination they gain from drinking coffee in the morning happens after I encounter them at Wawa. Dang it. more
I shop at Wawa, our local convenience store, much more often than any person should shop at a convenience store. Today, for example, I stopped at Wawa three times. Yes, that's pretty obsessive.
There are a few observations I have made about Wawa in my high-frequency visits, some of which I have probably shared before, but I would like to record again because it's on my mind at the moment, having just returned from a trip to the store.
First stop: Coffee people. Are you a coffee person? I don't mean the kind of person that simply enjoys coffee. And I don't mean the kind of person that says, "I simply can't get motivated in the morning if I don't have my coffee." The people I'm talking about are the OCD folks who would scream "must have coffee" in the morning if they didn't require coffee to unzombify themselves. Even then, the act of getting and consuming the coffee is no longer what arouses them from this stupor so deep they forget to put on actual shoes with their suit-pants and instead wear their battered old pink bunny slippers with the missing button eyes.
No, the coffee itself isn't enough. Whatever rejuvination they gain from drinking coffee in the morning happens after I encounter them at Wawa. Dang it. more
