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May 11, 2005
On the Road…On the Hunt…
Columbia, Missouri. A nice college town. I have landed in the center of the university district, at what must be the half way point in my journey cross country. The time is passing quickly. Hard to believe that I will be in DC tomorrow. Just 2 days ago it was difficult to conceive of this trip, now it is difficult to conceive of not being on it.
Again I am on some course with my destiny. I can’t help but wonder if I will really find a boat this time. The odds, hell, who can calculate the odds. So many more options as far as number of boats, yet I am so much more picky.
Sitting here in this coffee shop, I ordered a double espresso and a piece of cake, the nice gal behind the counter made a mistake and gave me a single, then she realized she had only brewed up a single and said she would give me another shot, then she gave me a double. 1 + 2 = 3, but now I have to add the effect of Caffeine, which we all know to be cumulative and exponential at the same time. So the equation really looks like:
1yr + 2yr3 = 3yr4
Where y a single shot of espresso and r is the value effect of the caffeine. Hence the cumulative and exponential curve of the caffeine. The effect of which will be either devastating or exhilarating depending upon perspective.
There are a pair of seemingly nice gents talking digital camera gear here at the coffee bar. They are sitting next to me, listening to their conversation, I am acutely aware that they lack all the information on the subject. In fact it is very obvious to me that they have serious gaps in their knowledge. I am tempted to say something. But I know that my something will be more education than a constructive addition to a conversation I am not participating in. The real question is what to do in a case like this? Barring life and death situations, when does one interject into the conversations taking place around you?
The whole reason that I am here in this coffee shop is because I need to eat lunch and my wonderful router back in Colorado found a little café that is just a few doors down from here. Lunch was quite tasty, the carrot juice was especially yummy. When I was getting ready to head out, the sky looked ominous. Black with furry and I decided it would be much better to wait out the powerful storms that where sweeping across the city, following the very highways I would be taking further east.
Posted by Michael at May 11, 2005 4:00 PM
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