Early Morning Writing
When I first started this blog, I committed to doing three posts a week. They weren’t necessarily good posts by my current standards, but I was doing it. In the last few years I’ve...
Tagged: routine
Paper Towels vs Hand Dryers
I don’t like hand dryers in public restrooms. They’re loud; they’re slow; and they make me feel like my just-cleaned hands are dirty all over again. Supposedly hand dryers are better for the environment,...
Cream and Sugar
How do you take your coffee? Cream and sugar? Black? Flavored creamers? Let’s take a look at the options. Sugar Sugar used to be simple: white granulated powder. Nowadays there are other options, like...
Analog Thinking in a Digital Age
I noticed it first in an office setting: people who insist in emailing files even when there’s a networked drive available. It’s a much better use of time and brainpower to leave the file...
The Law of Attraction
Have you ever heard of the Law of Attraction? It’s a concept that’s popular with the metaphysics and self-help crowds. It’s a simple idea. Basically, if you really want something, you focus your mind...
The 3 Rules of Moving
When it comes to moving, I have one word of advice. Don’t. Moving sucks, and if you can avoid it, you probably should. Unfortunately, sometimes you just have to relocate. Though moving can be...
The Finest Hell is a Waiting Room
There is no finer hell than a waiting room. In fact, if there is such a thing as Hell, it’s probably just the waiting room outside the Pearly Gates. You sit there waiting for...
A Morning Walk
The morning coffee turned stale in my mouth. Right out the door I felt like turning back. A muggy wind blowing up from the Gulf Made me want to flee back to my bed....
Coffee: My Benevolent Addiction
While too much of anything can be bad, I think that coffee is for the most part a benevolent addiction. For me, it helps spur creativity and keep me in tip-top mental shape. As...
The Commute
The morning commute begins at dawn. I down my coffee and stumble out the door. Stuck in traffic, I see the station. And watch as the Red Line passes me by. On the platform...
