{"id":3383,"date":"2014-12-27T21:42:45","date_gmt":"2014-12-28T03:42:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/?p=3383"},"modified":"2014-12-27T21:42:46","modified_gmt":"2014-12-28T03:42:46","slug":"lost-and-found-staedtler","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/2014\/12\/27\/lost-and-found-staedtler\/","title":{"rendered":"Lost and Found Staedtler"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Monday morning. The office was empty and dark. Most everybody was gone for the holidays.<\/p>\n<p>I walked into the conference room. Time for the end-of-sprint demo. Lou was there. Nobody else, although several dialed in on the phone as did the guys in Chennai.<\/p>\n<p>Afterwards, I walked around the back of the room, over to where Lou had been running the meeting. And as I walked around the table, there on the windowsill to my left was something small, white and blue. <a href=\"http:\/\/www.staedtler.com\/en\/products\/pencils-accessories\/erasers\/mars-plastic-526-53-premium-quality-eraser\/\">A Staedtler eraser.<\/a>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>It was my Staedler eraser. The one I had misplaced the week before. The one I had searched for in vain. And in its absence, I was out of sorts. After all, what good is a 0.5mm Pentel pencil with 2B leads when you don\u2019t have a Staedtler eraser to clean up stray marks, mistakes and miscalculations?<\/p>\n<p>Now, holding it in my hand, I felt normal again.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe Lou could share this moment, I thought. We\u2019re roughly the same age. Maybe he would understand about paper and pencils and erasers and their connection to your brain thru fingers, wrist and arm. So I explained it to him. About my pencils. About my lost and found eraser. About my joy at the reunion.<\/p>\n<p>But I was wrong. Lou looked up briefly but then returned to his laptop. It\u2019s true that he and I are roughly the same age, but no, he did not understand.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u2026 and so I thought I would share with you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Monday morning. The office was empty and dark. Most everybody was gone for the holidays. I walked into the conference room. Time for the end-of-sprint demo. Lou was there. Nobody else, although several dialed in on the phone as did the guys in Chennai. Afterwards, I walked around the back of the room, over to [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3383"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3383"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3383\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3384,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3383\/revisions\/3384"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3383"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3383"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3383"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}