The Cost of Things
I’ve been in a long-distance relationship for more than two years now. When we resided in the same state, it was easy to see each other because I had a car, and only needed $20 for gas to make a trip to visit my boyfriend. Now, with me in New York and him in Pennsylvania, seeing him means I’d have to pay $47 for a round-trip bus ticket. Sure, this isn’t a huge difference, but when you’re working off a limited budget, it can get overwhelming.
I decided to put my own furniture to the American Girl test: my Sleep Master Platform Metal Bedframe, at $98.86, is less expensive than Samantha’s Victorian bed (with canopy), Julie’s mod 1970s bed (with beaded canopy), Caroline’s 1812 wooden bed (with canopy), and Rebecca’s 1920s brass bed (surprisingly canopy free).
When I first got the email saying I was invited to audition for “Jeopardy,” half of me was already spending the money I would win. I figured I would crush the literature and food rounds for five nights in a row, and then I would figure out the answer to “Final Jeopardy!” thanks to some pivotal life event (a la Slumdog Millionaire).
Departure tax: S/.2 each, because Arequipa will not let you leave without a fight
Our pal John Herrman has a piece this week in Matter about how switched from his defunct $650 iPhone to a mid-market $76.14 “shitphone” where he had the ability to do nearly everything his former phone did.
Discovering that you have lost your passport while in another country and with an impending deadline for an enormous feature can make you feel as if there is a mass of trumpets screaming inside your head. The guilt from your Chinese upbringing and 12 years of Catholic education only deepen your urge to crawl into a hole.
We don’t dump bodies in unmarked paupers’ graves anymore, right?