Relentless…

A crosswalk hack, some historical notes, and this brought a smile…

These days, it seems everyone is trying to sell me something. Now, as someone who has to make a living, I understand that selling is part of what we refer to as commerce. Which we all are in someway or other, big or small.

I get that.

But there’s a point where the relentless pressure to consume becomes something akin to torture.

West Marine, for instance, sends me a minimum of two emails a day telling me that there is stuff they’re selling that I can’t live without.

It’s annoying. Worse, the culling of all the junk they send eats into the most precious thing I have… time. Time is fleeting and finite; making it difficult to do all the things I need or want to do.

Of course, the joke’s on the various vendors that clog up my inbox. With each new come-on they become less likely to actually get any business when I actually want to buy anything.

Thinking about the relentless pressure to buy stuff got me thinking. Relentless is a sibling to desperation and go well together in a Pyrrhic situation.

In a world of finite resources, unlimited growth is impossible, self-destructive, or suicidal. Anyone who’s sailed across an ocean knows that you’re stuck with a limited resource situation. Food, water, fuel cannot be replenished mid way. You know, finite.

With our charter gig, we respect our clients and only send out a couple emails a month. Enough to let them know what’s up and any good deals they might find interesting. There’s always a link to our blogs for Yacht Charters and Barge Cruises. You can take a look, too.

No pressure.