I was going to make a note of our latest bottle of wine on my iPod for future reference. But why? I have so many notes I can't find them all. Slips of paper. Bound books. Steno books. Full size spiral notebooks. Files all over my computer.
I keep adding ideas for blogs or things to do, and the list gets bigger and bigger. I really have to have the attitude of a 92-year-old man mentioned on a recent "To the Best of Our Knowledge" podcast. He was sitting next to a woman the same age who lamented that she was ready to pack it in. He looked at her in shock and exclaimed "I plan to live to 142!"
I can write ideas for blogs faster than I can write the blogs themselves. Just below this draft in my March notes files are
Performance and efficiency as code words for less taxes
Should we save airline jobs? (As part of the whole ethos of saving jobs when the work has changed)
The model of economic growth has broken based on Thomas Friedman's "The Inflection is Near?" http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/08/opinion/08friedman.html
What would I have written about the bottle of wine? Even though it was an organic, sulfite-free wine, it still gave my wife a headache later. It was a reasonable table wine, smooth and medium bodied. What was the name? I'd have to pull the bottle out of recycling. I guess we'll keep buying the organic, sulfite-free wine that doesn't give my wife a headache. Aging does get us in a rut. Wine does too.
Meanwhile I have another short blog on why I had difficulty sleeping last night.
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Friday, March 13, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I went to Wal-Mart today!
Here we sit in Bozeman MT ready to ski tomorrow as part of the annual Ski Hut trip. Tonight was the name tag party which was BYOB and BYOF, although there really was plenty of food.
So, we had to find somewhere to buy some drinks and food. From our hotel room we look out on a Wal-Mart and a huge parking lot. We checked at the front desk, and yes ,Wal-Mart sells beer and wine and can do so on Sunday.
What's the big deal about going to Wal-Mart? My regular readers know that I avoid going to big-box stores. I don't refuse to go to them, but if I can find a local store or restaurant, then I'll go there.
We walked out the front door of our hotel, through a gas station lot, down the street, and through the Wal-Mart parking lot. Inside was a humongous grocery store. We acknowledged the greeting of the big-box greeter and went on to get some of our usual super-fresh, super-nutritious stuff you can't get in a restaurant.
But I had no idea where the beer and wine was, and so I went back to the greeter. He graciously pointed out where they were. We added a six-pack of porter from a fifty-foot cooler with probably twice that many types of beer.
We pondered using the self-serve checkout but a neighboring cashier became free. She went on and on about having to put up with a smoker who just reeked of smoke even though he had no lit cigarette. We aided and abetted her with our sympathy.
The final indication of humanity in the midst of what many consider an impersonal monolith was the aforementioned greeter. He was busy helping some kids with a kid attraction by the door and thoroughly enjoying himself.
We probably will go back there a couple times this week. Not because Wal-Mart is a great place to shop, but because why should we drive all over town to learn where other shops are when we can just walk a few hundred feet?
See also "Why pick on McDonald's and Wal-Mart?"
So, we had to find somewhere to buy some drinks and food. From our hotel room we look out on a Wal-Mart and a huge parking lot. We checked at the front desk, and yes ,Wal-Mart sells beer and wine and can do so on Sunday.
What's the big deal about going to Wal-Mart? My regular readers know that I avoid going to big-box stores. I don't refuse to go to them, but if I can find a local store or restaurant, then I'll go there.
We walked out the front door of our hotel, through a gas station lot, down the street, and through the Wal-Mart parking lot. Inside was a humongous grocery store. We acknowledged the greeting of the big-box greeter and went on to get some of our usual super-fresh, super-nutritious stuff you can't get in a restaurant.
But I had no idea where the beer and wine was, and so I went back to the greeter. He graciously pointed out where they were. We added a six-pack of porter from a fifty-foot cooler with probably twice that many types of beer.
We pondered using the self-serve checkout but a neighboring cashier became free. She went on and on about having to put up with a smoker who just reeked of smoke even though he had no lit cigarette. We aided and abetted her with our sympathy.
The final indication of humanity in the midst of what many consider an impersonal monolith was the aforementioned greeter. He was busy helping some kids with a kid attraction by the door and thoroughly enjoying himself.
We probably will go back there a couple times this week. Not because Wal-Mart is a great place to shop, but because why should we drive all over town to learn where other shops are when we can just walk a few hundred feet?
See also "Why pick on McDonald's and Wal-Mart?"
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