When my son was little, we organized his clothes by color. This made it easy for him to find what he was looking for. Matching was never a problem, but now neither was choosing. I organize my clothes by type. Dress clothes, casual clothes, short sleeve shirts, long sleeve shirts. As many of my shirts hanging in the closet are plaid, and therefore, multi-color, this has never occurred to me. Looking at my t-shirts, which are in open shelves, I thought I might want to organize them by color. I often pick a t-shirt based on color, so going to the grey shelf or the blue shelf would make this morning choice a little easier. Most of these t-shirts are conference swag promoting a long-forgotten tech company, so it really is about the color, not the message.
Today I read about a downturn due to a poor carrot harvest. It was in a business article about a company divesting of a fresh food business. But it was a company that takes regular carrots and over-processes them to become those imaginary “baby carrots.” There’s irony here somewhere.
Scrolling through someone else’s old iPod has the potential for unearthing embarrassing moments of their past. These flashes of bad taste could speak to larger issues of incompatibility. As you get to know someone, the sharing and the overlap of things you love, things you hate, and things that make you dance around the room in joy but you don’t really admit to anyone are the space where intimacy happens. The opportunity for self-discovery with hundreds of her songs in my hand short-circuited the teasing out of that process. The most cringe-worthy thing I found was a product of its time and the most fist-pumping thing I found was the right song by a relatively obscure pop band. No tectonic shifts ahead.
It’s definitely a good day when I can eat my lunch outside. And under a giant Alexander Calder sculpture.
The airport food court doesn’t have the most gourmet food options, but when the McDonalds line is the longest, I wonder about these travelers’ food choices. And maybe even their life choices.
The toilet broke in my hotel room and it would flush. The water in the tank ran and ran, but it never filled up the tank. I turned off the water. Rather than let the toilet sit unflushed, I filled a trash can full of water, dumped it in the tank and flushed. A full ice bucket would not have been enough water.
As awesome as it is that I have a girlfriend who feeds me chocolate ice cream at midnight, it is even better that I can come home from a marketing conference and describe interesting sessions in detail and she gets it.
Whenever I drive to the airport, I take a picture of my parking area so I can easily find my car upon my return. This is something I have done for years, regardless if the trip is short or long. As I was flying home from a trip I realized that I didn’t know where I had parked my car. My plane was landing and I noticed that I didn’t have a picture either. That’s because my girlfriend drove me to the airport.
There is nothing quite like catching a whiff of the garbage truck on a hot summer day. That smell of summer just doesn’t get out of your nose quickly enough.
Every story has a beginning, middle and end. Taste is the same way. There is an initial taste when you take your first bite or sip. There is middle where you really taste it. And then there is the finish. You don’t notice this unless something is off. Or really interesting. Most food has the same flavors across all three parts. I tried a lime mint soda and the initial sip and the middle were fine, but there was absolutely no finish. The flavor just completely dropped away. That ruins the experience. We expect an arc with three parts. It is disappointing when one is missing.