I took the picture to the left in a bathroom in Amsterdam. (Mark Twain, eat your heart out at my ability to grab an audience’s attention.) I’m noticing more of these feedback machines everywhere I go--most recently after passing through security at a basketball game. They’re not new, but they’re definitely expanding in popularity. If you’ve called your bank, favorite retailer, or trash company recently, you have probably been asked to complete a survey at the end of the call.
We’ve all fallen behind on something. Back-to-school night made me miss This Is Us and now I’m wearing ear-plugs at work all day. It rained when I was going to cut the grass and now I’m “that house” in the neighborhood. My desk at work slowly (I swear it was just clean) accumulates new paper and clutter, each of which probably represents something relevant but as a pile it doesn’t mean much. While each of these can create some level of panic or stress, it’s not hard to imagin