Posted by chris on Aug 18th, 2012
This morning, I’m on a mission.
The previous night, I set an alarm on my laptop to give myself ample time to prep for a meeting. But the alarm isn’t the boss of me — I wake up well before it goes off. My biological clock is bigger than yours.
I’m in the zone: A serious man, ready for serious business.
At a nearby coffee shop, I get a large cup. These are serious times. 8oz cups don’t pay the bills. 8oz cups are for laggards on vacation. 8oz cups are causing the collapse of capitalism. I get the large.
After thorough investigation, the best table for conducting serious work is selected. I open my laptop. Sparing no second — As if it senses the seriousness of the situation, the screen lights up instantly.
Then the alarm goes off. The one I forgot to disable. FutureSex/LoveSounds plays. At max volume. The music floods through the coffee shop, for what feels like a lifetime.
When I drink wine and then drink coffee it’s like an internal battle in my head.
—Doug, realizing after dinner that he has to order coffee and work that night.
Posted by chris on Nov 1st, 2010
- Amanda: lunch?
- Chris: yeah
- Amanda: tasters set on anything?
- Amanda: I have to pee
- Amanda: think about it
- Chris: not that
Posted by chris on Jul 15th, 2010
Photo by Will Duncan, who was thoroughly unimpressed & unsatisfied with the shot from my iPhone camera
I printed some helpful tips for our fridge at ENTP. Because we like cold drinks on hot days. And in the words of wise investor Warren Buffet, “Someone’s sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago.”
But wait — there’s more! Earlier this year, I made a sign to remind people to take their leftovers home. It hangs on our office door — the last thing you see before you leave.
No need to thank me. Please, keep your seats. Women, refrain from throwing underpants on the stage. I’m just a man trying to help. Okay, maybe I’ll take just one pair of underpants.
Posted by chris on Jun 9th, 2010
- Courtenay: stepping out for “lunch”
- Will: At 4pm!
- Chris: i haven’t had breakfast. schedules are for losers.