So, this is it…
Today I think was emblematic of a project that has run its course, at least for now. I had actually considered going back to Wendy and including her properly…finishing where I began. Or, I wanted to go back to Aaron Brothers and catch my dream clerk at work.
As it turned out I actually left the butterfly, sans documentation, in a McDonald’s, about three tables away from a very lovely girl who was cleaning the area…in which Lilli and I were the last customers. I hope she got it, she has kind of a lousy job, which she was doing reasonably well and with relative good cheer. But, I didn’t really care enough to even find out her name.
Now to start thinking about the next project…
Today, back to Kickstarter:
I like this project, because I’m interested in starting a small film festival here. But, I’ve not gotten any feedback from the people behind this project. Also, they’re a thousand miles from their goal right now. I’m not going to work too aggressively to support them unless they reach out.
Ok, so I’m way behind in the bookkeeping now, but here we go.
For Day 28, I actually broke down a new barrier. I brought in Paula, who is the cashier at the cafeteria in my office building. Not only is this someone who is not a stranger, it is the only person so far who I see literally almost every day. But, it IS someone I see almost every day, who on a fair number of days is my favorite person I interact with, certainly during the work day.
Paula was the first person to reasonably aggressively refuse to participate, I actually had to talk her into it. I’ve had other people push back a little, but this was the first one I thought I might really have to walk away from. That was going to be sad on a couple levels, since I really wanted to give her the money and we do see each other a lot if it made things awkward.
But, it all eventually worked out.
The one thing I have realized is that the most powerful argument appears to be, “This is not special, I do it all the time.” This seems to defuse the concern that you have some sort of ulterior motive. What I think ultimately won Paula over was the notion that in 28 days she’d have been the first person to say no. (Like a weird kind of peer pressure.)
This is one of the obstacles that goes away on the Kickstarter front. Since those people are out there looking for money, there’s nothing socially awkward about offering it to them.
Whoops, I almost didn’t make today. Not only did I resort to Kickstarter, but I just barely got in under the wire. This led to me choosing one of the more offbeat projects I’ve ever chosen to back:
More to follow…
Today I resorted to Kickstarter again. And, today I didn’t really want to for some reason…but I just couldn’t pull off a real human encounter.
And then I found…Sasha. She’s publishing a book of her own poetry:
As an added bonus, she responded to me almost immediately, and seems very nice. I’m going to feel pretty good about pushing this project on all my friends. She hopes to teach writing…which is to say she’s a masochist, I think, or at a bare minimum…she’s ok with poverty.
For the sixth time in 25 days, I have resorted to a Kickstarter project to make today’s $10 handoff. But, I really like this one. It’s a properly nerdy project, a steampunk novel, and it has very modest aspirations.
Not sure what I might hear back from the author, but I’ll come back and update later. (She seems pretty social media savvy and I’m thinking she’ll say something.)
She did, she seems charming, and you can find more of her material here:
I’m a little bit sad I’m not feeling more affluent right now. For $1000 she’s offering to come do a book signing, I not -quite- comfortable writing that check this month and there are only 38 days left on her Kickstarter. Maybe. What I’d really love is to throw this event in Fort Wayne where I have more friends who would like something like this. But, then Lilli and I would have to travel on top of the pledge and that just seems excessive, even for me.
Still no word from Day 23 or Day 20 for that matter…
Today, I actually reached out to one of my favorite people. Oscar is a busman at Casa Imperial here in The Woodlands. (Which I like very much, thank you.) Over the last several years I have taken a lot of business in there, both in my capacity as the lunch coordinator for the church…and with business associates and friends. Not everyone is a fan, but I have created a few converts.
Much of the staff recognizes me by site and order, if not by name. But, Oscar is exceptional. Not only does he always remember me…he is the only person who routinely has a drink at least on the way to the table…before I even order it. He’s friendly and attentive, without ever being annoying. In short, he’s really good at his job, and it’s kind of a hard job that not many people embrace. I admire anyone brings grace and skill to whatever they do and Oscar definitely does.
We didn’t have a lengthy chat, he was working. I explained what I was doing and he thanked me…and went back to work. It was actually one of my less memorable handoffs, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Today, I made my first dead drop.
In Randall’s…among the Cocoa Puffs.
I’ll actually unlock commenting on this entry for at least a few days to see if the finder will come forward. If you do, tell me your name and something fun about yourself. Are you a store employee or a customer? If you are a customer, did you actually buy the Cocoa Puffs or just pull the envelope?
Whatever you want to share…it’s your minute. :)
So, a funny thing happened today.
I’m eating lunch at the bar at Genghis Grill. I almost never sit at the bar, but the waitress working up there was one I really like and I was eating alone, so it seemed like a good idea. While I was sitting at the bar, I folded what has become my usual origami butterfly. Then, I did a funny thing. I set in on the bar, just a little bit further away than what you would have thought of as “my” space.
Another guy came in and sat down on that side of me. He was an older (I’m going to say late 50′s but with a lot of sun, so it’s hard to be sure) white gentleman. I sort of half-heartedly acknowledged his presence, but I didn’t get the friendly vibe…so I let it go.
When I went to the bathroom, someone, either the waitress or the guy pocketed the $10. But, nobody said anything. I decided it wasn’t worth making a scene over. I was going to give the money away anyway and whoever took it clearly either thought they needed it…or felt lucky…and either way that was pretty much OK with me.
The only downside is, now I don’t really know anything about today’s recipient.