To Hell with the Indirection

A thought experiment:

We're a specialty coffee shop, so we're going to charge per gram of coffee brewed... not by how much water ended up in your cup.

"You'd like a coffee - specialty grade? Excellent. We're serving a Colombian from XYZ estate, roasted by ABC. It's costing us 9.5 sen/gram, and the dosage right now is 20 grams, but it's still a bit too fresh and boring, so the markup is only 3x today - we recommend it black. Black is fine? Ok. Five-seventy, please. Milk on the side? Really? One ringgit for a once ounce serving, only. Thank you very much, here's your change. Come back in two days - we'll probably be charging 5x but it'll be worth it, if the previous batch is anything to go by..."

:p

Mature Separations

Farewell, my young love. May you destroy the world, and rebuild it in these years. Perhaps then, we'll meet again.

Habars

The long game for me is non-alcoholic bars. Taste should be superior to inebriation. It's just the market I happen to live in!

TBH, I don't believe in taste, myself, but I do believe that mastering the taste preferences of a given market can make me a lot of money. I invest in utilitarianism. I'm actually interested in math.

All or Nothing? And the End Game?

Catching up on paper work in between cuddles. I wonder how many portfolio projects I'll have to do before I get a real job. And by "real job," I mean the sort of role I shamelessly designed my career to be qualified for... getting paid for opinions. It's generally an all-or-nothing approach, since otherwise I plan my life around the minimum wage, with an $80/month mortgage, and no insurance whatsoever. Maybe I'll get there in a few more years, maybe never, maybe I'll get hit by a truck first. Let's, find, out...