Do Geese See God?
Today I’m writing from 35,000 feet, which means my last three posts have been authored from a plane, a train, and an automobile. Either I’m really good at capturing otherwise idle time and putting it to productive use or I’ve got some puritan work ethic issues that I need to work out in therapy. Hmm, it’s probably both.
Speaking of trying to make boring tasks more interesting, for as long as I can remember, I’ve aimed to pump gas such that the final sale is a palindrome. Forms like $38.83 or $40.40 are acceptable, but all the same digit is the holy grail. I don’t know why I started doing this, but it’s far too late to stop now. And it gives me a little sense of accomplishment every time (especially because it’s getting harder and harder to land on a specific value given inflation).
I wonder if the above behavior has a root cause in giving my brain a reason to care about the activity in question? It’s a similar neurochemical response to gamification, I’m sure. But more consequentially, we’ve establishing that caring matters and so perhaps there’s value in exercising that muscle in varying ways?
Regardless, I believe there’s something deeply human, something important, to be felt when engaging in boring activity. About this I’ll have more to say soon.

