Distractions.

I love distractions, perhaps a little too much. I act annoyed by them, but somehow I keep finding more to occupy my otherwise productive brain. This usually happens when I’m a little stuck or have something less than a long stretch of time to concentrate on the problem. 

So anyway, I’m overtly trying to get some work done, though covertly distracting myself at an independent coffee shop in a working-class part of town. I find that I’m less distracted by the people and conversations around me when I know they’ll be shallow and uninteresting. Call me an elitist, but if that’s what works to get my fill of a great, easy-priced, socially responsible latte, free wi-fi and ambience away from the cave, so be it.

~ by mw on February 6, 2009.