I’ve been out walking and found a bar that looks inviting. I order a coffee and sit by a window and unpack my gadgets with the intention of getting stuck into some writing. I take a sip of my overpriced beverage knowing what I actually paid for is a place to work for the next thirty or so minutes. The coffee being the price of admission.
I gaze at the other patrons. On the nearest table is a couple clearly out on a date. I’m not sure if it’s going well though as they are both holding their phones in front of them smiling at whatever it is they are reading or typing.
Their food arrives and they eat in silence then resume their phone use. Maybe they are not on a date but are married, or long term partners? Either way I’m bemused by the lack of conversation. They could be saving money by eating at home or in a fast food restaurant. This place isn’t exactly cheap. Yet they are willing to pay to go out somewhere expensive only to sit opposite each other staring into their mobile phones.
I continue with my writing and when I next look up their table is empty. The two possible lovers having moved on. Maybe their phone batteries died and they are now holding hands enjoying the moment as they wander the streets. Or maybe they’ve gone to find their chargers.
Category: life
Clive the barman
I have this memory from my first holiday abroad. An island off the coast of Spain. On the beach was a tiki bar. A round bar with stools on the outside and Clive the barman on the inside making whatever drink you wanted.
I often think back to that bar thinking if I could just retire to a tropical island I’ll spend all my time at the tiki bar staring out at the cool blue water, over the perfect white sands, feeling the cool breeze while watching customer after customer ordering drinks with all colours of the rainbow, mini umbrellas and fruit being served by Clive the barman.
The price of admission
I was reading an interview one time, with I think Tim Ferriss, and the topic was expensive dining experiences. The gist of the conversation was that he was happy to pay for an expensive drink and food if it guaranteed exclusivity or privacy. The theory was that the higher prices would keep out the general public and therefore the drink and location could be enjoyed in relative peace at a premium price.
I’ve been thinking about this recently. Prices are generally high for everything these days, but there are a few places that seem to charge way more over the average. Discounting those that are obviously fleecing or are in a premium area of real estate and have to cover higher business rates, there are a few places that offer exclusivity and privacy if you are prepared to pay a higher premium for drinks, food, or whatever else it is that they are selling.
In return for a quiet space with ambience (and wifi) I find myself willing to pay the extra as a form of price of admission. Are you?
Passing through cold space
I had a weird thought.
I was thinking about absolute versus relative locations and fixed points and how we are all essentially travelling through space on a giant rotating ball. With each rotation our physical bodies are passing through fixed points in space previously unoccupied. Somewhere right now in deep space is a fixed point that contains nothing but extreme cold, waiting for you to physically pass through on a future rotation, occupying it for a brief moment.
Each day we are passing through cold space.
There’s can and should
There’s can and should.
You can drink as much as you want, but you probably should drink, and eat, healthy.
You can watch as much TV as you want, in theory. But you should probably go outside more and enjoy the world and all it has to offer.
Can and should. The freedom to choose what you do. It’s both liberating and a curse. The state of your health and life in general can be broken down into lots and lots of tiny decisions adding up.
You can do whatever you want, but should you?
How long is a piece of string
In the UK we switched from imperial to decimal measurements decades ago. That’s the official line. What actually happened is that we found it hard to switch and even the latest generation are confused.
Stand on the scales and you can report your weight in pounds and stone or kilos. Measure your new carpet in meters or feet and inches. Don’t get me started on how we measure a field.
If visiting the UK and you have a question about measurements, prepare to have a converter at hand.
At what point do you stop spending money on something?
I love my printer.
I took ages buying it. I researched the market, narrowed down to a handful of options then selected the one I wanted. An all-in-one office printer with a discrete loading tray for the paper, quiet operation, flatbed scanner, effortless double-sided printing and cheap ink options.
Then things started to fail after many years of good service. I learned how to clean the heads. Inks stopped working after firmware updates. I had to replace the maintenance box. Inks lasted only a few pages. Money kept trickling through my fingers spent on paper, maintenance tools, and ink.
At what point do you stop spending money on something? When do you decide enough is enough? You are just throwing more money away. If it can be fixed then it’s beyond your skillset or an amount that you are willing to spend.
I hate throwing things in landfills so I’ll probably gift it to someone in the hope they can make use of it. Then disposing of it becomes their problem. Their landfill karma.
I loved my printer.
Home is where my backpack is
I’ve lived out of one backpack or another for many years. As an IT Consultant I had a custom backpack with compartments for laptop, accessories, office equipment, adaptors, chargers, plus overnight necessities, food, water, etc. All waterproof, lightweight, and sturdy. Travelling for pleasure long distance I had a larger capacity bag and a small day bag.
Wherever I was my backpack was my home. Like a human snail. Wherever I stopped for the night or even a few hours, my backpack was my home. You learned to carry only the essentials and nothing else. No luxuries or extras. No backups (that’s what cash and credit cards are for). You have to carry it so you learn to be picky about what you carry. If it can be digitized then do it. A digital copy has zero weight. Books, entertainment, data.
I got homesick a few times. Not just for people I missed but for the familiar. Your own bed, garden, space. It passes though.
These days I still carry backpacks. I have a go-bag for any emergency and a professional backpack for contract work.
Home is where my backpack is.
The team player
It’s a great feeling when you find yourself being part of a great team. Brought together for a common goal, working towards a target, an achievement. Day by day working alongside your comrades achieving each milestone, constantly learning and evolving, enjoying the work.
Time ticks along and friendships grow as you fight on in the trenches together, still delivering, often under tight deadlines with limited resources, yet you hit the targets and the client is pleased. They hired a great team.
But everything must come to an end. Projects complete. Budgets run out. Priorities change. The team is disbanded and everyone goes to the four winds. Temporary ronin until a new master calls, a new team, a new challenge.
Some of us keep in touch. The occasional comms. A brief how are you, where are you working these days? Not the same as when you were in the trenches together working on that fun project up against the clock, delivering, with a happy client.
Nothing remains forever.
Here’s to all those great teams out there. Enjoy the flow while it lasts.
Driving through life angry
Some people drive through life angry
They seem to wake up and are just angry from the outset. Nothing seems to make them happy. They get into their car and just drive angry. Beeping their horn at every opportunity, cutting people up, undertaking and overtaking, often over the speed limit, impatient.
When they get out of their vehicle they remain in the same mood, pushing against the crowd, slamming doors, impolite, angry at life.
It can’t be doing their mental health any good. The constant anger at the world, at life. It must cause indigestion, unease, stress, anxiety, even depression. Never seeming happy. Always rushing to the next thing, to work, to home, to sleep.
We only have one life so enjoy it. Take a leaf out of Ferris’ book and stop and look around once in a while. It’s not all bad. Don’t drive through your life angry.