I couldn't tell you why...

I got a letter from St. Olaf today, advertising the fifteen-year reunion of my class. Whoo hoo...

Of course, it was also a fund raising letter. They've done away with the "personalized" letters from a few years back, the ones which proved that the fund raising co-ordinators for my class didn't have an effing clue who I was. (Hint #1: "Dear Bob...")

This time, it's in an odd flowchart form -- "The black and gold thread that binds us together across the years". Yeesh.

Now this sentence:

If each of us donates $150, only $12.50 a month (less than you spend at Starbucks), we can achieve a significant class gift.

...for some reason rubbed me the wrong way. For one thing, I haven't been to a Starbucks in several years. For another thing, if I had a hundred fifty bucks to spare at the moment, I've got more pressing matters to spend it on...

...hmm...

*Rob starts searching apartment for ¥13,500 worth of crap to take to the used store*

Odd note 1: my spell checker knows "effing".
Note two: Filled my gas tank yesterday for ¥100/liter. That's still $4.21 per gallon, though.