A few reasons that I might not give an assignment to a potential freelance writer:
- Pre-emptively announcing that you will be submitting articles not electronically but via typewritten pages.
- When I reply that we wouldn’t accept them in that format, calling me “persnickety” and saying something like, “If it’s only 200 words, how long would it take someone there to punch it in to the computer?”
- Asking what sort of fields my company specializes in.
- When I suggest that you can find such information on our website, asking me for my company’s web address.
- Oh, and this is a big one: SUING ME TO GET AN ASSIGNMENT.
“Toes shouldn’t have bangs.”
— Jen Ortiz, who wrote my favorite sentence in the latest issue of GQ magazine in a short piece about how fellas need to groom their feet during sandals season. (So use grooming scissors or clippers to trim back your toe hair.)
|WHAT SAM WORE: 7-6-14
|The shirt: Cotton V-neck T-shirt by Mossimo, from Target.
|The shorts: Camo-print multi-use shorts, also by Mossimo, also from Target.
|The shoes: All-Star sneakers by Converse, from PacSun.
Part of this article, which just appeared in Arrive magazine, was inspired by a spill I took over holiday break in Hawaii. I ended up with a sprained foot, on Christmas Eve, in an area where more flip-flop shops remain open on holidays than medical facilities do. The rest of my trip was spent pretty much supine, or hobbling around on crutches, which limited the number of beaches I could enjoy.
I still haven’t tried anything açai. Maybe I’ll try to track down some frozen pulp at Whole Foods or Sprouts during today’s errands run, because like most fruits, apparently it’s way better for you in relatively whole form, instead of juice.
(Fret not, juicers: You’re still ahead of people who aren’t consuming any fruits or vegetables, but condensing the contents to a liquid appears to leave much of the nutritive benefits behind.)
During this week’s business trip to New York, I worked from my hotel room when I wasn’t in client meetings, rather than playing another round of Occupy Open Cubicle in my company’s midtown office.
I am the sort of person who usually does best when immersed in an office environment. Being at a desk, at an office computer, reinforces the “now it’s time to get work done” mentality. It’s not unusual for me to look up at 1 p.m. and suddenly realize that I haven’t left my desk for four straight hours because I’ve been waist-deep in projects.
At home, though … well, let’s put it this way. Between typing the previous paragraph and this one, I got up and:
- Took a load of laundry out of the washer, took some things outside to line-dry and put the rest in the dryer.
- Logged on to Dollar Shave Club to add another handle to next month’s order, because the “improved” one they sent in May broke while I was in New York. (I do like that service, because I can opt for bimonthly delivery, instead of monthly.)
- Watched people pull up to tour the recently reduced yet still incredibly overpriced house across the street, which has been for sale for like a year, and chortled.
- Started making a list of things I need to get at the grocery store.
- Sorted mail.
Every once in a while, you need to exercise your brain differently. I saw an article in Martha Stewart Living about making simple corded bracelets and decided to give it a whirl. My first attempt: stone blocks and Balinese silver strung on tea-dyed rawhide.
My second attempt didn’t go as seamlessly; it turns out I need to saw open one of the links so I can affix the clasp. I wonder if wire cutters would do?
Also: Beads can be expensive! The price of that silver piece was calculated using a dollars-per-gram ratio.
These sweat pants were selling for $295.
There are a few things I’ll spend a little more money on to guarantee quality:
- Dress shoes. Because they have to be stylish and comfortable (and, ideally, durable).
- Bed. I’ve always slept like a rock, but a few years ago I sprang for a Sleep Number mattress and foundation to guarantee a couple decades’ worth of good sleep.
- Skin care. Strictly a Philosophy guy when it comes to taking care of my mug. (I’ll dabble in drugstore treats like Queen Helene masks, but never in place of the essentials.)
When it comes to clothing, I love a good brand name as much as anyone, but I tend to splurge on only a few special pieces. I may have spent $200+ on a pair of Paige Premium Denim jeans* back in 2011, but the vast majority of my jeans are from Uniqlo ($50 and less!), or brands like Diesel or Lucky that were picked up at deep discounts.
* They not only fit and felt amazing, but also are a reliable memento of my first visits to New York City.
What I’m trying to get at is: Who buys $300 sweat pants?