discardia

I drew a key distinction between the Traveling Salesman problem and my own life.

1. I hate traveling.
2. And I hate optimization of my traveling.

Takes me back to school, working on the TSP and grinding my teeth, because after I solved one problem, I still had to do all the other odd number problems on Pages 253, 254, and 257. (If you can’t tell, I loathed rote busy work for homework. Uber-gay.)

Especially now that I have a kid. I know that I don’t want to travel to do my job.

Good thing travel is rare nowadays.

Because all I do is dread it. I hate the anxiety. I hate the airport. I hate the fake security lines. The TSA folks are not the greatest either. Sometimes they are courteous, sometimes they are right assholes. It’s a crapshoot.

Especially when you are a suspected terrorist. Like me. I read once that of all the names on the TSA watchlist, only less that 1% have accurate hit rates. The rest are false positives. And by adding like two other fields to the watchlist, 99% of the ambiguity between names would evaporate. Do they do that? Nope.

Too busy spending money other ways I guess.

So I am off to Omaha today. Not as frigid as Minneapolis, thank god.