What you don’t smell can be a problem.
I am not going to tell you how I’d spend a billion dollars. Do you know why? It’s a ridiculous amount of money. It’s a thousand million dollars, and no one should have even one billion, let alone multiples. If you started spending a billion dollars at a rate of one thousand dollars an hour, it would take you one million hours to spend it … Continue reading What you don’t smell can be a problem.
Spiders and me.
Once upon a time, I was pathologically afraid of spiders. When I was a child, I screamed for my father, paralyzed, whenever I encountered one. Size was irrelevant. Interestingly, I wasn’t paralyzed if he wasn’t home, nor did I call for my mother – she was terrified too. On those occasions, I fled. My father picks spiders up with his bare hands. He’d laugh at … Continue reading Spiders and me.
Shut up and drive.
There are various ways to get from here to there, though the method one chooses is often determined by factors other than the possible. I could walk to the mall, and have done so, but it’s an hour and a half each way. My enthusiasm was higher the first time when my brain guessed thirty minutes. I’m garbage at estimating distance by foot. I liked … Continue reading Shut up and drive.
The challenge of the chore.
There’s no chore that I find particularly challenging from an execution perspective. Maybe ironing, but only because no one I know does that anymore. If I hung out with office-bound individuals, perhaps my exposure to the art of ironing would be greater, but I’m willing to let that particular skill die a particular death. My challenge with chores relates to will, in that mine is … Continue reading The challenge of the chore.
From Famine to Feast 